There's a lot of human inventions that make life easier and more comfortable, now that I live among them. The boxes that have the talking people, the little things that let you talk to people in other places, the computers, which do a bunch of stuff I don't understand. But my favorite, -favorite-, is still the fireplace. I've been told it's not exactly an advanced accomplishment, since it's just an indent in the wall, with a hole in the roof over it. They say it's not even fancy for fireplaces, since some use flammable gases, and you don't need wood at all. I don't care, it's my favorite human thing. So much so, that I easily pass out in front of it, once again.
I wake to a quiet house in the early evening. Everyone was nearby when I drifted off, but I'm alone with the crackles of the embers from the dimming fire. I stretch out and yawn, looking about the room. I have no idea where everyone went, or how long I was out, exactly.
Thirsty from the warm air around the fire, I go to my second favorite human invention - the box of coldness. I'm pretty sure refrigerators are sorcery, but they seem to be good sorcery. It has a tendency to hypnotize me a little, and while I went in there to get some of the cool water from the spout, I find myself staring into it long enough that it gives me the warning beeps. I close it to go find a glass, and am taken by complete surprise when I do.
Cats. You never hear them.
Sophie is right there when I close the door, staring at me. She presses a hand firmly against the front of the fridge at my head's height, and leans in, so that I can't move past her.
"Acorn," she says flatly.
I swallow a little, she's being weirdly aggressive, "Yes, Sophie?"
"All alone, I see," she says.
"Well, no. You're here," I state the facts.
She gives a smile that makes me uncomfortable, "Yes. Yes, I am."
I go to move past her, but she doesn't move, just keeps staring me down with widening pupils, "Mommy and daddy went out to see grandma, left us all by ourselves," she tells me, running her tongue over her pointy teeth.
"Sophie, you're in the way. And you're making me a little uncomfortable," I tell her. Has she gotten into the nip?
"What? Don't like watching me right now?" she leans in even closer, "You sure seemed to enjoy it the other day."
I back up a little, but she steps forward as I do, "Flint didn't notice you were watching us, but I did," she twitches her ears, "And that's not all I noticed."
She keeps her hand in place on the fridge, but moves around me a bit, cutting off more of my escape route, "But, of course, you didn't mention that, when you when and snitched on us, did you? I wonder why."
I swallow hard as she stares me down. She's so close that she's almost touching me, now.
"Sophie, I-"
"Did you enjoy it?" she asks, "Did Mistress Scarlett's little puppy enjoy stroking his little puppy cock while he watched me get fucked?" she heavily enunciates the last word, and I can feel her breath on my cheek. I'm a mixture of aroused and terrified.
"I wonder. Did you finish before you went and told her what you saw? Did the loyal doggy sneak out a prohibited little squirt before he reported how bad everyone else was being?" she pokes a finger at my chest, accusatorily, "Or did you hold it in, like a good boy? Hoping you'll be rewarded for your obedience?"
"Sophie, I'm sorry for telling on you," I whimper out in a tone that sounds even less manly than it did in my head, "It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time."
"Tell me something, Acorn," she says, close enough to kiss me or bite me, "When you were watching Flint shove his cock in me, what were you fantasizing about? Were you wishing you were him? ...Or did you want to be me?"
"I-I need to go now," I duck down and slip away through the narrow opening that she still isn't blocking. My heart is pounding, and for some reason, my cock is starting to get hard. Add 'confused' onto terrified and aroused.
What was she even talking about? Wanting to be her? That doesn't even make sense, I'm a boy. I dart away and turn down the hallway, and just when I think I've given her the slip, I'm slammed chest-first into the wall and pinned in place from behind.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get your chance," she whispers into my ear as she wraps one arm around me, the other going down and boldy grabbing my cock and balls in a tight grip.
I wince a little, "Let me go, I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Oh, I think you do," she squeezes down a little harder, "Why else would this little thing start swelling when I mentioned it?"
"That... that hurts, Sophie..." I whimper at her. I struggle, but she's actually stronger than she looks. I yelp a little, as a second, sharper pain strikes the underside of my sack, where her fingers are pressing.
"Do you know what else will hurt, puppy?" her tongue flips over the tip of my and starts bumping her hips against my ass, in a thrusting motion, "At least the first time. They'll be plenty of time to get used to it, just like you'll get used to being one of the 'girls'. Only one man of the house, you know. You didn't think Scarlett wanted you for this thing, did you?" she makes it clear what she's referring to as she squeezes down even harder.
"Sophie... please stop..." I whine, fighting back tears.
Suddenly, the sound of the front door echoes through the house, and with it, sudden relief, as Sophie releases me and is completely gone within seconds. I fall to my knees and grab my crotch, breathing slowly, feeling sick and in pain. After a few moments, I get to my feet and start my way to the bedroom to lie down.
"Puppy, are you okay? What's wrong?" Scarlett catches me in the hallway.
I shake my head, "Nothing, I'm okay," I say, but my pained voice betrays me.
"Clearly you're not, come over into the light," she grabs me by the hand and pulls me back to the living room, "Did you hurt yourself?"
I shake my head again, "No," technically true.
She directs me to sit on the couch, "Come on then, let's take a look," she pulls at the fabric of my shorts, and manages to coax me out of them, but I'm not participating any more than that. I keep my legs closed and curled in a near fetal position from all the discomfort and embarrassment.
"Flint, sweetie, I need a hand here. I think Acorn's hurt himself in, er, male areas," she shouts, so that now everyone knows what's happening.
"What happened, pup?" he asks, and I don't answer.
"Alright, let me take a look," he sits on the table in front of the couch, facing me, "C'mon, let me see."
If there was no fighting Sophie, there's certainly no fighting Flint. He moves me from my side into a sitting position, facing him. With ease, he takes ahold of my knees and pushes them apart, prying my thighs open and leaving me exposed to him. Knowing when I've been beat, I give up and relax a bit. Scarlett holds me from behind as I allow him access.
