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A little bit of story update...
🕑 Added 2018-10-29 14:35:24 +0000 UTC Sandy strode into the lounge still feeling oddly calm about the situation, She had put on a low cut shirt, that avoided the thickest of her fur for she found most of her other shirts caused too much irritation."Tho how about that bacon?" she said running her hands through Megan as she passed her.
Megan stirs and stretches ears perking in interest.
"I wath thinking we thould go out tonight again" Said Sandy as she opens the fridge, the waft of smell from it hits her like a brick wall.
Sandy stumbles back almost losing her footing.
"Out?" asks Megan.
"y...yeah": Say's Sandy regaining her composure. "I Think we should go out!"
Megan shakes her head bluntly
"Why not? We spend too much time thuck in here. We'll think better if we get more ecth...esthth...if we work out." Say's Sandy as she attempts the word excersise but bails out.
"you don't 'ant out coth of that, you 'ant out coth of hin." Megan say's without emotion.
Sandy is startled at the accusation: " WHAT?! Groth! No i want out because im an active girl, if i go theveral dayth without ecth....working out i go stir crazy.
"keep far fron hin, thath all." Say's Megan her mouth aching with the effort to form half cohereant words. "Keef thoo fooffaffs"
"What did you say? Say's sandy lacking comprehension.
"Foofaffs, thide'alks....fave...nents.
"Oh Footpath?" Sandy laughs sadly, "We're gonna have to look to getting you thubtitleth..." Sandy tails off realising the irony she just spoke.
Megan looks at her condecendingly
Sandy fries the bacon in butter, her growing food lust overtaking her sense of healthy eating. Both of them stay silent throughout breakfast niether one of them seeking to further their embarassment. Sandy licks her plate clean, the bacon grease too much of a temptation for her withering resolve. Megan watches her friends increasingly canine facial features do something very canine as she licks the plate clean, before without much choice she does the same. Sandy cleans her nose and muzzle satisfied with herself. Something distant in the back of her head told her what she just did was wrong and disgusting but she ignored it. "what was the point?" she thought to herself.
"Right, im gonna get drethed." Sandy announces, jumping up, grabbing her plate and putting it in the dishwasher.
Megan finishes her plate and watches her friend leave the room and wonders to herself why Sandy seems so at ease. She was constantly fighting an inner existencial crisis over what was happening to her and here her friend was taking it like it was just another part of life.
Sandy emerges with a coat and scarf on. "I'm juth going out to get thome more food". She exclaims. Megan groans in protest but Sandy pulls her scarf over her lower face mostly obscuring her muzzle under the folds of wool. "ith, cool i've got it covered." She giggles to her own pun."
Megan dumbfounded nods in approval.
"Cool, be back thoon." Sandy leaves
Megan doesn't know what to think...
Sandy leaving the biulding walks down the street to the local shop but turns away from it deciding that the best bacon will be the freshly cut stuff at the butchers. She walks up the high street, it being mid-morning the rush hour was over but many people were still milling around, mostly older people and a few other stragglers.
The street was alive with smells though, she did more smelling than seeing. A whole new dimension opened up for her, whereever she pointed her nose she could isolate things by smell without needing to focus her eyes she knew what was there. she mostly smelt food, discarded food packages in bins, the cafe's unloading freshly baked muffins, a fried chicked take out. She'd only just eaten breakfast but already she was starving the assult of smells stirred her appetite to up to 11. Fortunatley her noses new shape kept her scarf on but her activities unbekwonst to her shifted it further still. Flecks of gold appeared in her iris but before anything more happened she entered the butchers and was forced to focus on the task at hand.
"10 poundth of bacon pleath." Say's Sandy enthusiastically. The butcher gives her an odd look, "err right away miss." Sandy was bubbling over with a restless energy, the view infront of her was pushing aside rational thoughts one after another.
"I'll also take that slab of beef, that turkey and those chickenth." She points out in quick succession.
"You sure miss? That's quite alot to order." The butcher say's. "fuck it" Sandy say's "I'll take that leg of lamb too." Under her scarf saliva runs in thick rivers out of the corners of her mouth, her eyes blaze at her surroundings.
The butcher wordlessly wraps everything up unsure as to be pleased to clear such a large amount of stock or concerned that his customer is probably incredibly high.
"That'l be £83.75 miss."
Sandy a bit taken aback by this pulls out her card and pays, grabbing her prize quickly and leaving. The walk back was quick, she felt paranoid that people were following her. She had to get all this food back home before someone took it from her. The bags were heavy and the ties pinched her fingers but she reached home in half the amount of time it took her to get to the shop.
So focussed in her task she blew past people on the stairs and ran to the apartment door.
Megan curled up by the window was stirred by the smell of something wonderful, it was like christmas morning all of a sudden. The rich aroma of a variety of goodness or the highest quality, she smelt bacon, and more things she couldn't pin down but it was all glorious. The harsh smells of the road and the stink of modernity was washed aside by this tide of wonder. She couldn't contain herself and jumped up at the window tail wagging looking for the source of it.
Just then the door burst open and in came Sandy loaded down with carrier bags. Kicking the door closed sandy cheers. "I got thuff, loth of thuff."
A near crazed range of emotions wrestled in Megans head, she REALLY wanted to inspect the bags contents but she also saw a look in Sandy's eyes that she feared. She looked wild, Her scarf was askew revealing a nose that was several shades darker than it was before.
Sandy collapsed and buried her head in one of the bags. "Oh. My. God Megan! Come here and thmell this thuff. It's amathing."
Megan barely held herself back fearing what she might become if she gave in to her instincts. "No!" she yelped.
Sandy looked up with a mix of confusion on her face. "Whath wrong? don't you want it?"
"ith not good for uth." She said still restless with the temptation and not breaking eye contact with the bags.
"Not good? what do you mean?" say's sandy confusion still written on her face.
"Your eyeth.... EYETH. Shouted Megan forcibly retreating backwards. "food away!, now! She yelps.
Sandy forces herself up from her prize and looks in the mirror, the gaze of deep golden eyes look back at her catching the light in them. She turns back around to find Megan with her head buried in the bag of chickens.
"Megan No!" sandy growls.
