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"How do you play snugglebug?"

Robert glanced down at two of the four-legged guests of the sleepover. He certainly hadn't wanted to get stuck watching the thirteen-year-old feral girls. Not when he was much more interested in the _sixteen-year-old_girls with arms and breasts and make-up and a willingness to take risks.

"You're too young to play," he suggested, though this caused the Brittany and Weimaraner to drop their ears.

"No, we're not!" Melissa growled, her long, red-speckled white fur bouncing as she stamped her four feet. "Your mom said we'd only play games for all of us."

Robert shook his head. "This isn't a game for everyone. Only a few people can play, anyway, and you'd rather watch a movie anyway."

The grey-furred Jane said, "Tell us how it works at least."

Robert rolled his eyes. The Golden Retriever couldn't exactly admit to the thirteen-year-olds that the game was just a poor excuse for horny teens to sneak off and 'snuggle'. He said, "A couple of people volunteer to be snugglebugs, and they run off and hide somewhere in the house."

"So it's like multi-person hide-and-seek?" Melissa cocked her head.

"Kind of," Kirby chimed in. The husky was Robert's best friend, and he knew quite well that Robert was hoping to get some alone time with Sydney, the poodle. Kirby explained, "But only certain people choose to be seekers. And when you find a snugglebug, you have to join them in the hiding spot - and snuggle."

"How do you win?" Melissa wondered.

Andre spoke next. The only male feral at the party, he'd been invited by proxy by Robert's mother, just like Melissa and Jane. The woman couldn't keep her nose out of other peoples' business, and she was always trying to include four-leggers in everything that Robert did. To desegregate, she said, but the teenaged Golden Retriever didn't care. Andre, a Beauceron, looked like a smaller version of a Doberman, but he was in the same class as Robert and Kirby. He glanced over at the two kids and said, "The fewer people find you."

Robert shrugged. That was good enough. No one would go looking for the girls, and they'd assume they'd won, while the older kids were off kissing.

Melissa was as forward as ever, stating on no uncertain terms, "I volunteer to be snugglebug!"

"Me too," laughed Sydney's friend, Uwe. Robert wouldn't have minded snuggling up with Uwe, either, the slender-legged Australian Cattle Dog having chosen a particular skimpy tank-top for this sleepover.

"And me," Sydney added, glancing meaningfully at her almost-boyfriend. Robert's return smile made it pretty clear that he was ready to find her and take their flirting to the next level.

Kirby said, "That's three of seven - can't have anymore snugglebugs. Alright, you three, go hide. We'll pick the seekers and come after you!"

Giggling, the two sixteen-year-olds quickly ran off to explore the large house, while the Brittany ran a different way, clearly not intending to get caught. Robert turned to the remaining four guests. "Well, who volunteers to seek? I'm gonna find Sydney."

Kirby shook his head. "That's not how it works. You don't get to pick who you're seeking."

Robert sighed, knowing that the game's rules were completely arbitrary. "Sure, whatever," he said. "I'm a seeker."

Kirby said, "Me too." Obviously he was hoping to get a crack at Uwe.

Together, the two young adults looked at the two ferals, Andre and Jane. Robert said, "You guys don't have to..."

"I will," Andre said, simply.

Kirby paused. "But Melissa's only..."

"Who said I was looking for Melissa?" the feral grinned, making the other boys' ears droop.

Kirby said, "But - well," he said, defeated by his own argument, "I guess that's how the game works."

Robert didn't know what he would do if some four-legged dog tried to kiss his Sydney! And he could only imagine what Uwe would do. But it was a bit late to stop him from at least trying.

Jane looked from each boy to the other, realizing finally what this game was _really_about. She said, "But then who is going to search for Melissa?"

Robert just shrugged.

The Weimaraner huffed, "Fine - I'll go find her. You boys are disgusting."

Kirby couldn't help but chant, "Jane and Melissa...sitting in a tree...f-u-c..."

Jane rolled her eyes and padded off out the door. Let them think whatever they wanted. They didn't know she'd really had a crush on her best friend for years. Now she just had to find her.