New Dog The New World of SwapTech chapter 12 by deleted_user

The commotion started small—Rufus whining at 3 a.m., then playful yips as she chased her own "tail" (ass wiggles) around the bedroom. But by 4 a.m., the noises escalated: thumps as she jumped on furniture, happy barks warped into breathy moans, furniture scraping as she dragged pillows for a nest.

Mark and Lisa tried shushing her, but Rufus-the-bombshell was unstoppable—rolling, licking faces, humping legs in confused affection.

A knock at 4:30 a.m. Karen again, robe on, flashlight in hand. "Everything alright? Heard... strange sounds. Like a party? Or... animals?"

Lisa cracked the door, Nova's glow dimmed. "Just the dog acting up."

Karen peered past. "You got a new dog? Big one?"

Inside, Rufus bounded into view—blonde hair wild, sports bra half-off one breast, ass wiggling. She barked happily at the door.

Karen's eyes widened. "That's... not a dog."

Mark, hidden, shadows flaring. The remote hummed on the floor.