"SHHHH!" Carly tried to keep Sam quiet more urgently.
Now her secret seemed to be out. The look on her face to Sam's declaration was as good as an admission of guilt.
But Freddy's comments were unending.
"I bet the old dog must be missing his bitches," he commented. "But now I guess he just has YOU."
'He must know,' Carly's mind was in turmoil. 'But how could he? This is all just coincidence, that's all.'
"Yeah, before he could just go around and have SEX with anything he wanted," Freddy's tormenting innuendo went on. "But none of that now. He only has one GIRL in is life now, isn't that right, CARLY?"
"Err, right, I guess," Carly said nervously, not knowing what else to answer.
"I read that when dog's have SEX, they sometimes get locked together, like forever," his innuendos continued.
Carly's eyebrows lifted in shock at hearing this as she had no recollection that this had indeed happened to her the night before. After all, she had remained unconscious through most of it.
'Is... is that what happened to me?' She wondered. 'Is that why I was so sore this morning?'
She shook her head out of the clouds and pulled Sam along so they could get home as quickly as possible.
"Err, let's stop talking about the dog, will you," Carly finally said, her discomfort growing as they walked back towards her place.
Samantha had remained silent during this whole exchange, and she too began suspecting that Fredoid knew more than he was letting on.
A few minutes later they were walking into Carly's apartment and dropped their bags on the couch. Carly was shocked to notice some rather disturbing stains on its surface and planted herself over it urgently before Freddy or Sam noticed it as well.
"So, where is that furball?" Sam asked.
"Err, I... I put him in the washroom," Carly admitted.
"Why'd you do that?" Freddy asked.
"I, err, didn't want him running loose while I was at school," she said, lying to her true reasons for locking him there.
Freddy went over to the washroom and opened the door to the dog, who immediately came rushing out and ran around the couch where Carly was sitting.
"He sure seems to have missed you, Carly," Sam commented.
"Yeah, he's like a long lost lover," Freddy added.
Within moments the dog's sensitive nose picked up the strong scent of sex coming from the couch. Though Carly was getting aroused on her way home from all of Freddy's innuendos and her recalling the night's events, the scent that Bernie was picking up on was from the couch, right under Carly's ass.
The dog made a beeline between her legs and began sniffing and licking the couch just under her teenaged crotch.
"Go away, Bernie," she said weakly, pushing at the dog's head. "Behave, will you."
Surprised, Samantha looked over at Freddy, expecting him to come to Carly's rescue. But she just saw him grin at Carly's awkward situation.
"Well, I guess we better get ready for the show," Freddy said, walking over to the tabletop where his camera was still where he had left it the day before.
He subtly opened it and replaced the tape with a fresh one and slipped it into her laptop bag. He then made his way to the stairs and headed for the iCarly studio.
Samantha rushed to Carly's side and sat beside her frazzled friend.
"What's up with Freddoid today?" She asked.
"I... I don't know," Carly said, still trying to get the dog out from between her legs. "We better get up there too."
With that, she got to her feet and headed for the studio, Sam at her side. And by now the Collie had discovered a fresher patch of sex than the one lingering on the couch, the one between Carly Shay's legs. So he also followed the two teens up the stairs.
"So, we doing the cheerleader bit today?" Samantha asked.
It took a moment for that to register in Carly's mind before she remembered that comedy skit they had worked on the previous week. It would need them to change into cheerleading outfits, and those small mini-skirts.
But with the dog acting so... aggressively since he first got here, she was reluctant to put something so revealing around him.
"Maybe we should do something else," she suggested.
"Like what?" Sam said in surprise to her friend's reluctance. "We have nothing else prepared."
"Oh, all right," Carly conceded.
And with that the two girls slipped into her bedroom and changed into their outfits.
Through the glass window of the studio Freddy saw both girls going into the room and smiled. He then noticed the dog in the hallway and opened the door to let him into the studio.
"Hey, there, Bernie," the teen boy said. "You enjoying your stay here?"
"ARF! ARF!" The Collie responded.
"Well, I'm sure that Carly loves you too," Freddy added.
A few minutes past and the girls waltzed into the studio wearing the shortest cheerleading outfit they were able to find. The skirts barely covered their asses, which was all right with Freddy, and Bernie.
"ARF! ARF! ARF!" The dog barked in approval.
"What is he doing here?" Carly said in alarm, jumping back in surprise.
"I guess he wanted to see you perform," Freddy replied, sending another wave of innuendo her way.
"I... I don't think I can do this," Carly said nervously.
"Ah, c'mon Carly," Sam said. "What harm can he do?"
"No, you don't understand," Carly began, but stopped before saying too much.
"Anyway, we're on in five... four... three... two... one," he counted down and then signaled that they were on the air.
"Err, hi, I'm Carly," she said, eyeing the dog nervously.
"And I'm Sam," her friend added.
There was an uncomfortable pause as Carly couldn't go on.
"And you're watching iCarly," Sam jumped in. "You might have noticed that we're in our cheerleading outfits today."
Carly remained transfixed and silent.
"Well, we have a special cheer to give our classmates and here it is," Sam again had to adlib to keep the show on the move.
She then nudged Carly on the side to snap her out of her trance. Carly blinked and stared at the camera. Realizing that they were online she smiled meekly but kept a watchful eye on the dog as well.
"Hi," she said meekly.
For the next minute or so, Samantha and Carly did various routines, which included jumping and leaping across the studio. Freddy especially liked it whenever Carly was jumping because her panties would flash in front of his face, making his teenaged prick jump.
Once the routines were over, Carly was able to relax as the dog hadn't tried anything with her in that time.
"So, Freddy, we have time for some mail," Carly said, back to her true cheerful persona.
"Yes, we do," he said. "Here's one from Charlene. Dear Carly, I'm so glad to see another girl love her dog as much as I do. Isn't it cool."
"Err, yeah, I guess," Carly was flustered by that one.
"Here's another from Arnold," Freddy clicked to another. "Really loved your performance yesterday. Ever thing of doing a regular night show for us guys?"
"Well, Arnold," Carly said, pausing a moment. "We never really thought of doing a shot at night. After all, we are just kids, right."
"Is there anything else you want to know?" Sam cut in. "Like, about me!"
"Nope!" Freddy retorted.
"YOUUU!" Sam snarled and had to be held back by Carly when she tried to reach for Freddy's throat.
"Well, I guess that's it for today," Carly said cheerfully. "See you again soon. And remember to do your homework."
"A-n-n-n-d... we're off," Freddy said, breaking the connection.
"Man, those were some weird mail today," Sam said.
"Really," Carly had to agree. "And who ever brought up the idea of us doing a show at night?"
"I think it would be cool," Freddy said. "We could maybe set up an alternate site and charge for it."
"Are you nuts!" Sam scowled.
"Yeah, Freddy, what are you thinking," Carly said in agreement. "We are kids after all. Who knows who would be watching us."
"Yeah, right," he said. "As if you care."
"What does that mean?" Carly asked, shocked at his gruff response.
"It means that I know what you did last night, you slut," Freddy told her flat out.