Things shouldn't be as heavy from here on out. Sorry if anyone had difficulty reading the last chapter with the bullying scene. I promise I had some difficulties writing it too.
Apologies for the delay in getting this chapter up, but it is over twice the length of the last one. Hope that makes up for it!
Also there is an adult content warning for this chapter. It's not smut, but it's uh... it's something. Smutlite you could say.
Anyways... without further ado, enjoy!
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"Cheryl!" Claude yelled from the other end of the trailer.
Cheryl jumped off her bed and onto her feet before running from the room. When she reached her uncle's room she saw what had caused his distress. Hot Dog was perched on top of Claude's stomach, effectively pinning him to the bed. The redhead stifled a laugh at the sight.
"Glad this is amusing to you, but could use a lil' help."
She grabbed the dog's collar and gently coaxed him onto the floor. "You aren't supposed to be in here, boy."
"Like that dog gives a shit where he's supposed to be," he grumbled as he sat up. "How much longer until our house guest goes back home again?"
Cheryl scratched behind Hot Dog's ear as he looked up at her with wide eyes. She sighed, "Just for today. Sweet Pea is taking him back home with him after my initiation tonight."
A week had gone by since the day Cheryl made the decision to join the Serpents, though to her it was re-joining. However, this time there were no shortcuts. She had to go through all of the steps, including the one she was dreading most.
Having Hot Dog around wasn't so bad though, and if Cheryl was being honest, she was going to miss the little guy. Toni had done most of the work in watching him the last time. She had been too concerned about getting fur on her designer clothes to bring him to Thistlehouse, but this time she really got to know the dog. For the last week she didn't have to sleep in an empty bed. There was no comparison between Hot Dog and her girlfriend, but the company was nice. It wouldn't be the same once he left.
"Good. Not that I dislike pets, but he's already gone through a pair of my boots and those things aren't cheap," Claude said. He gave Hot Dog a glare before rolling his eyes, giving in, and leaning forward to scratch the dog under his chin. "But yeah, it won't be the same without him around. Hate to say it, he grew on me a little."
"Oh did he?"
He raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "A little. Not enough to keep him so don't be getting any ideas."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Cheryl laughed. "Speaking of tonight... did you change your mind?"
"Nah," her uncle shook his head. "Not really comfortable with the idea of watching my niece strip down to dance for a bunch of grown ass men. I may try to stop by later, but just can't be there. Hope you understand."
