This is part of a set of trial stories. If I don't get reviews, I don't keep the story.
Sonny With a Chance
Hunger
Sonny walked over to her dog, and poured some kibble into his bowl. "There you go, boy," she said, her voice loving and sweet.
The brown dog salivated, and began panting heavily, deeply hungering for that which he craved so badly. Sonny patted the dog affectionately, and walked away. "Love you, Scout," the raven-haired girl called.
Scout stared at her as she left. The dog was silent, looking intensely at his master.
After filming So Random!, Sonny returned home to see Scout excitedly waiting for her on the couch. The dog jumped down, ran towards the girl, climbed up onto her, and began licking her face. His tongue lapped over her face over and over, increasing in speed until it started to chafe Sonny's cheeks.
"Whoa, whoa, boy," Sonny said, leaning back away from Scout. "Okay, that's hurting me." The girl gently pulled Scout backwards.
The dog growled quietly, and began to bare his teeth.
"Scout, what's wrong?" asked Sonny, growing concerned. "Why are you acting like this?" The girl stared at her dog, her eyes beating with fear.
The dog stopped snarling, became calm again, and walked into another room. Sonny touched her sore, red cheeks, and grew more upset. Scout had been acting strange lately, but this was the first time he'd actually become violent.
The next day, Sonny poured Scout his food. The dog panted and salivated, staring intently at the food.
"Feeling better today, buddy?" asked Sonny, hoping everything would be okay.
Scout barked happily, and continued panting. The dog wagged his tail vigorously, growing excited.
"Glad to hear it, boy," replied Sonny, giving Scout a pat on the head, then an affectionate rub on his soft, furry cheeks. "I'll see you tonight. Be good, Scout." The girl walked into the hallway, and shut the door behind her.
Scout snarled, and knocked over his bowl.
Sonny returned home that night, went to pour Scout his dinner, but found all the food she poured him earlier on the floor. "What's going on?" she asked herself. "I'm gonna have to call a vet." Sonny looked down at her dog. The teen bent down, and warmly hugged her beloved friend. "What's wrong with you, boy?" Tears began to fall from Sonny's eyes, which were then licked off by Scout.
That night, Sonny lay still in her bed, her mind finally at peace. The door slid open, letting some of the light from the hall in.
Pitter patter.
Sonny vaguely heard the sound in her dreams, but was too tired to wake herself up.
Scout jumped onto the bed, licked his drool-covered lips, which dripped onto the sheets, and walked close to that which he had craved for so violently for such a long time. The dog raised his head to the moon above him, gritted his sharp, filthy teeth, leaned down, and feasted on his meal. Sonny moaned in pain and writhed a little, but was soon still.
Scout licked his bloody lips, forced a piece of raw meat into his throat, and continued consuming his master. The meal he had so lusted for was deeply satisfying for Scout.
