(Disclaimer: all characters in this fiction are 18 years of age and puppygirl is human)

Puppygirl and master had been together for a while. She forgets exactly how long because she’s not good with numbers, they make her head hurt. But it had been a while. 

They met through a dating app specifically for puppygirls and owners called Puppr. She had been skeptical that she’d ever meet a good owner through the app, but the puppy gods above had smiled upon her, and she had met her one true master. 

If you don’t know what a puppygirl is, let me try to explain. A puppygirl is a person who has embraced their puppyhood and enjoys the simple puppy pleasures of life. But how could you not know what a puppygirl is, because in the world of this story puppygirls are as common and as accepted as cats and dogs.

A person chooses to live the puppy lifestyle, and then lives their life accordingly. A puppygirl may hope to find a master, to take care of her, but there was nothing wrong with being a single puppygirl or enjoying playdates with other puppygirls. 

It’s as simple as that.

The first date the two of them had was at the park, playing fetch. She had it on her Puppr profile as one of her favorite hobbies. Other favorite hobbies of hers included chasing squirrels, sniffing crotches, barking at things, and humping anything that moved (or didn’t move), so everything. 

She humped everything.

Once they finished getting sweaty at the park, they decided to grab some coffee. He ordered a black coffee for himself, and ordered her a puppuccino. HER FAVORITE DRINK. And she hadn’t even had that on her dating profile! It’s like they were meant for each other. Like Lady and the Tramp, Pongo and Perdita, or Lassie and whoever she ended up marrying. Probably some other celebrity dog like Air Bud or something.

Blah, blah, blah. We’ll get to the rest of it later. But right now, at this exact moment, puppygirl and master were getting it on. 

Cue the bow-chick-a-wow-wow music

We can’t afford the rights for it? Okay, well just play it in your head.

In their current configuration, master was lying face up on the bed, naked, holding puppygirl’s leash as she humped his leg. It was more like grinding, but you get the idea. This was basically foreplay for them. 

Master was letting puppygirl get herself revved up before the main show. And master liked watching her. It turned him on. She was very enthusiastic, absolutely bursting with puppy energy. Especially when it came to sex. 

Her body was perfect in his eyes. Her hips, thighs, a jiggly tummy, puffy little pink breasts, and a butt built to withstand whatever he could dish out. And he could dish it out like a veteran cafeteria worker, cigarette dangling from their mouth, asking if you wanted, “potatoes or corn?”

They were very sexually compatible: puppygirl being more submissive and master being naturally dominant. Pup’s sex drive was noticeably higher than master’s, but that wasn’t unheard of for puppygirls. They could sometimes be insatiable. 

“I love watching my good girl go,” master said, as puppygirl rubbed her puppy parts on his now sticky thigh. With puppygirl, lubrication was never an issue. In fact, it was kind of the opposite problem, she seemed to be constantly leaking and making a mess wherever they were. 

Tugging on the leash, he brought her down for a sloppy puppy kiss. Her tongue seemed to wag in his mouth as excitedly as her tail. 

“My dirty little mutt,” master whispered to her, inches away from her panting face, a string of drool still connecting their tongues.  

Whenever master called her a mutt, it did something to puppygirl. It put her into another gear. 

Master could be dirty sometimes, filthy even. It wasn’t often, but that’s why it turned her on. How unexpected it could be, being called a dirty little mutt out of nowhere right before her tail was yanked, HARD. That alone could almost make her cum, if she was close enough, if master allowed her to.

They switched positions to doggystyle, or as some preferred to call it, puppystyle. Master was currently trying his best to split puppygirl’s little puppy peach in half, her dripping nectar staining the sheets. With someone like puppygirl, it was a necessity to have several changes of bedsheets. 

Wanting to escalate things, master grabbed the base of her tail firmly in his hand, and gave his command, “Bark!” before yanking her tail and repeating, “I said, BARK!” the pounding continuing. Puppygirl let out a helpless bark of pleasure, before continuing to bark, unable to stop. 

Puppygirl was being pushed to her limits. But that was the fun, discovering new limits. A possibly endless horizon, the only limit someone willing to test them.

With a *smack* of her ass, master withdrew himself; her little puppy peach feeling very empty all of a sudden. Master grabs her leash in his hand, moving her, before commanding, “SIT!” pointing to the end of the bed. “Gooood.”

Lying down with a pillow behind his head, master gave his next command accompanied by a hand gesture. “SIT!” he points. 

Puppygirl, being a bit overstimulated, misses the hand gesture, and only hears the command. A look of confusion spreads across her poor little puppy face.

“I’m already sitting?” her little puppy brain thinks, trying to solve the riddle. “I need to be a good girl. If I’m a good enough girl, master will let me cum!” her worried inner monologue continued. 

Catastrophic mental meltdown was averted as master repeated his command, preceded by a short but sharp *yank* on the leash to get pup’s attention.

“Pup, I said SIT!” pointing at his face, puppygirl finally noticing the clear and obvious gesture. She slumps with relief, finally understanding.

Puppygirl moved toward master, panting, choosing to crawl over his body starting from his feet. Master lovvvved it when she did this. She could see his cock twitch. That was his little tail wagging.

Crawling over him on all fours, a small trail of her puppy juices trailed behind her on master’s body, marking her progress across his stomach and chest. She arrived at her destination and parked her rump on master’s face, her hands grabbing the headboard to steady herself. 

This was the best seat in the house.

“Very goood,” he offered, “but puppy needs to pay better attention. When master gives a command,” the final word punctuated by a small upward *slap* of her drooling puppy parts, “master expects to only have to give it once,” *slap*

She nodded her head vigorously in agreement, along with several arfs of compliance, her bits still stinging slightly from her master’s love taps.  

“Good. Now, I’m going to eat my meal, and I want some silence. Do you understand?” he asked.

More vigorous head nods followed by a single ‘Arf.’ 

She was about to be his appetizer, main course, and dessert.

Master moved his hands around her thighs to bring her to him, and began to dine. His tongue circling around her lips, before switching back and circling the other direction. This eventually graduated to slow, repeated strokes up and down the middle of her slickness. Each upstroke ending in a delicate *flick* of her clit, threatening to turn her into a baaaaad girl. 

He was trying to push her to the edge, she was sure of it. Trying to test the limits of her obedience, to see if her will to obey him was stronger than her animal instincts and filthy desires. 

She could tell by the movement of his tongue that the dessert cart had just arrived.

Master’s tongue entered her, like some prehensile pleasure device, able to move in whatever direction it needed, to pleasure any part of her, to taste any part of her. They were both now lubricating each other: his wet tongue moving inside of her, her body gratefully reciprocating. 

Puppygirl had a very strong humping reflex, and it took all of her willpower to not start grinding out an orgasm on master’s face. He wouldn’t like it if she did, because he hadn’t given permission yet, but she’d like it. She’d like it very much. Might even be worth whatever punishment she’d get for it. 

This went for what seemed like minutes, puppygirl on the verge of a mindbreak: becoming a drooling, barking, good-for-nothing, mess.

And then, suddenly, it ended.

Master’s devilish tongue exited her. “Off pup,” was uttered from between her thighs.

She swung a leg up over him, kneeling to the side as he rose from the bed. 

“Master didn’t even cum yet. They couldn’t be finished already, could they?” quizzed her puppy brain.

He exited the room, and she heard master’s strong stream of urine in the toilet, before a flush. Then a few more moments passed, her still sitting where she had been ordered, still feeling like a bottle of champagne waiting to be uncorked. Waiting for master to give her the equivalent of, “Happy New Year’s!” so she could uncork herself and explode.

Entering the room confidently, still naked and erection somewhat subsided, he sat in a chair near the bed. In his hand, he held an object familiar to her. He stared at her. Judging, perhaps. Appraising whether or not she had indeed been a good girl, or if she had been a dirty little mutt.

Puppygirl sat silently, on her knees, waiting for her verdict.

Her judge rose from his seat, finally ready to give out the sentence.

He tossed the object to her, landing in front of her on the bed. 

Puppygirl did not move.

Master watched like a hawk. She had passed that one last test. His mouth opened to utter a single word, “Cum.”

The inflection of his voice indicated this was not a reward, but rather his final command.

Puppygirl scrambled over, desperately grabbing the object in front of her, flicked it on, and uncorked herself.

It took only seconds with the vibrator before puppygirl came. Her body shuddered, releasing everything that had built up over the last hour or so. 

Master stood there watching as she panted, rocking on her knees, desperate and hungry, trying to regain her breath.

“Did I say stop? I said, CUM! NOW! YOU FILTHY, STINKY, DUMB MUTT!”

Puppygirl complied, rolling onto her side into a somewhat fetal position on the bed, the vibrator now between the vise grip of her thighs. She began to cum, and then cum again, and again.

Master left the room after the third or fourth orgasm, as puppygirl slowly lost herself in pleasure.

Time passed. It could have been just a few minutes or half an hour. 

Master returned to her side, rescuing her from cum-ruined state. He pried the vibrator from between her legs, almost needing a crowbar to do so. He took her up into his arms, as they laid on the bed. Cradling his sweaty little pup, who in her present condition couldn’t understand a command even if her life depended on it. 

He stroked her hair, taking a sip from a water bottle before offering it to her. Her orgasm-riddled brain would eventually come back online, like always. 

And as she lay there in his arms, her face nestled in his chest, he softly said to her, “Who’s my good little pup?”

End