Don’t You Dare Spit!

by GoodGrrl(goodgrrl.wordpress.com)

If you have not read any of these stories please catch up by reading the following. A story not to be missed if your into any type of pet play erotica. Still to this day one of my favorite stories regarding puppy play.

• Chapter 1 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/18/chapter-one
• Chapter 2 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/19/in-which-we-meet-a-kitty
• Chapter 3 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/22/havent-i-read-this-before
• Chapter 4 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/26/bath-time

…and now for storytime!

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Chapter 5 : Don’t you dare spit

I’m not sure how long I slept, and Ana certainly didn’t offer up that information when she shook me awake. “Time to get up, Puppy.” She ruffled my hair and stood up, backing away from the door to my cage. I got up and stretched out my back, yawning and swinging my tail from side to side. It was weird to curl up as tightly as I had and not feel sore when I woke up. I stepped out of the kennel, yawning again. “I have some business to attend to in the city, and as much as I’d like to bring you along, you’re not nearly ready. You don’t have a good mindless bitch act yet.” She winked, petting my head.

“Instead, Harper is going to teach you some of the basic puppy positions.” I hadn’t even noticed he was in the room, but there he was, floating uneasily behind Ana. “I expect you to have them memorized by the time I get back.” She tapped her finger on my nose. I recoiled uncomfortably, half-expecting a punishment for flinching, but Ana just laughed. “All right. Behave yourselves, kids.” She scratched under my chin briefly, then gave Harper a peck on the cheek.

She was out the front door in a matter of moments. “Does she lock the door?” I asked, looking up at the cat. He nodded. “There’s no way to get out, trust me.” He sighed, then sat down on the edge of the bed. I stood up straight, wobbling a little on two legs. It was annoying that walking on four legs was easier now. It was even more annoying that Harper was all elegant and fluid. I tried to tell myself he’d just had more practice dealing with this odd body configuration. Somehow, I wasn’t very convinced. I plopped down on the bed next to him. He twitched. Was I too close? Jesus, this boy was neurotic.

“So what’s your real name?” I had no idea what to say to the kid. Here we were, kidnapped and modified to be less than human, and all I could ask was his real name. It was a start, I guess. He just shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. And before you tell me, I don’t want to know yours either.” He looked at me sharply, hazel eyes trained on my face. I winced and looked down at my lap, “Okay…”

We sat there for a few tense moments, although I was doing most of the awkward and uneasy twitching. Harper was sitting perfectly still, which was odd from what I’d seen. Finally, he stood up and faced me. “On the floor, Puppy. Miss Ana won’t like it at all if we don’t do what she asked.” I immediately slid to the ground, sitting in my not-quite-doglike way. I was frustrated. I had thought that maybe I’d find a friend in Harper. He didn’t want anything but the bare minimum to do with me. Maybe he resented me. He probably never wanted Ana to take on another pet. Maybe he felt like I was screwing up the whole dynamic. But that meant that he enjoyed the dynamic. Well, he doesn’t really have a choice, I guess. There wasn’t anywhere else he could go, really. Unless he wanted to take the risk of dealing with an owner worse than Ana. I was sure there were plenty of owners worse than her.

Perhaps in time I’d enjoy all of this as well. I felt nauseous. I didn’t ever want to learn to enjoy this. A niggling thought in the back of my head: But if it’s all you have? Before I could think too hard on all of that, Harper brought me back by touching my head.

“She was right, you really do have terrible form.” He set to work pressing lightly on my back and shoulders, positioning my legs. My knees were splayed, my arms placed between them. My spine was dipped so that my chest stuck out, and my ass rested ever-so-slightly on my heels. “Better. That’s what you do when she tells you to ‘sit.’ From here, you can go into a ‘kneel.’ Paws up on your chest, rump lifted off of your heels. She might call this a ‘beg,’ actually.” He pulled me into the position he’d just described. “Those are the two most important. If she says, ‘Down,’ you’re free to choose how you want to lie down. On your belly, on your side, on your back. Just do it quickly.”

He frowned. “Sit.” I sat, taking a moment to get the form exactly right. “You need to be quicker. Stand up. On all fours, I mean.” I got up, stretching my limbs a bit. “Now sit.” I tried to let my body fall into position this time, not as much thinking. “Better.”

He ran me through positions for a long time. Finally, Ana came home. My stomach rumbled. I was hungry again. Harper bounded into the foyer to meet her, and I trundled along behind, less enthusiastic. She smiled at the pair of us, then looked down at me. “Sit.”

I did. She nodded approvingly. “Good work, Harper.” She stroked his head gently. He leaned down, inviting more. I could even hear him purring. “Down, kitty.” He dropped to the floor in a sitting position like mine. She kept petting him as he nuzzled his head against her leg. “Is Puppy hungry?” She glanced at me. I nodded, looking toward the kitchen hopefully.

“Puppy will have to help me with Harper’s reward first.” I felt my face go cold, probably white. The last time she’d mentioned a reward, Harper had gone down on me. Did this mean…? Ana was not blind to my discomfort. She nodded. “Come along, dears.” She headed to the bedroom, not waiting for us to follow. Harper trotted along behind her on all fours, still nimble as ever. I hesitated, but finally shadowed them. Ana was already holding a bottle of lube when I entered the room.

“Shorts off, kitty.” She instructed gently. He was trembling as he pulled them off, obviously excited for what he was going to get. He hadn’t spared a glance at me since Ana had come home. “Kneel up, Harper.” He presented himself for her, his cock already getting hard. Unlike the dog’s on the bus, his was fairly normal-sized and did not instill any desire in me. She squirted some lube into her palm and seized his shaft. Slowly, she pumped back and forth. It didn’t take long for him to get fully erect. “Come here, Puppy.” She spoke firmly, but quietly. All this time, Harper had been quietly yowling and moaning. I crawled to her, keeping my wide eyes on his dick. I did not want to touch it at all. Ever. “Now, Puppy, you weren’t very good at licking me, but you better not disappoint poor Harper. Stay here and open your mouth like a good girl.” She put her hand on my head, guiding my mouth onto his member. I whined, but didn’t pull away.

I’d tasted precum before, of course, but never some stranger’s. Yet here I was, shunting my face back and forth on an animal’s cock. I knew Ana was going to make me swallow. Harper was making more noise now, coming closer to the edge. Instinctively, I bobbed quicker. He shuddered violently, and I could taste his salty cum rushing past my tongue, down my throat. I wanted to be sick. When he was finally done, I pulled away, retching.

“Aw, Puppy doesn’t like that?” Ana looked at me with a smirk. “Too bad, I do so like the idea of my pets pleasuring each other on command.” She got up, putting away the bottle of lube. “Give her some dinner, Harper. And you may eat as well.” She washed her hands in the bathroom. He pulled his shorts back on, not bothering to look at me as he left the room.

I’d lost my appetite, but I followed the cat into the kitchen.