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https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/241518181

Duke tugged me by the leash all the way back through the backyard, leaving me both barely able to keep up with him and still trying to comprehend what Chris had just made official, calling me ‘Duke’s bitch’…

It felt like it should be degrading, but there was a small sensation in the back of my mind that… wasn’t too opposed to it…

But then he kept mentioning this VR training he had in mind; whatever that was going to be, it started to sit on my mind.

I was kept from my thoughts, though, as Duke finally arrived with me at his doghouse. For the moment, I had to put my mental recovery on pause. He pulled me to the center of the doghouse, forcing a whine through my lips that was muffled by his red ball. He dropped my leash from his mouth, and I watched it fall to the ground.

I had expected him to make some type of move or action, but instead, he sat tall in front of me and waited expectantly. It was like some kind of test. I knew he was waiting for me to do something—I just didn’t know what.

Seemingly unsatisfied with my inaction, He barked while stepping a paw forward, scaring me and sending a nervous tremor through my body.

Luckily, he helped me out, nudging his head toward the ground and signaling what he wanted. It was then I understood, and without any words, making sure to show my submission, I carefully and slowly lowered to the ground in front of him until I was on my stomach. I made sure to arch my back the way he likes, keeping my head down as low as possible and my butt as high as I could get it.

Duke watched me carefully, pausing for a moment before finally stepping over to me. He sniffed at my rear end, occasionally nudging me and making sure I always knew of his presence. Then, as if making sure I knew how to obey him, he nudged against the side of my hip bone, which told me to flip over.

I acted without delay, rolling over until I was on my back, and completely helpless to whatever Duke wanted.

I still didn’t dare make eye contact with him, only lingering my vision towards the ceiling of the doghouse as Duke inspected my submission. He walked around me several times, sniffing at different parts of me until he was satisfied. Then, with a big yawn, he finally stepped over me lazily, the sight of his massive red dogcock and balls filling my vision and quickly settling onto my face as he lay on top of me to sleep.

The crushing weight of him on top of me was as restricting and dominating as it was a sleep aid. It was clear I could never overpower him; if he wanted me here, there was no moving. His warm cock shaft mashed against my nose, lips, and face, as his balls draped over my eyes and nose, forcing me to shut my eyes. His musk was strong but strangely good, filling every inhale as I tried to sleep with his powerful scent covering my face.

His legs rested aside my head, locking me into his crotch even tighter, as his body head rested down my torso and past my cage.

With nowhere to go, I drifted off to sleep for the night, secured safely under Duke.

~~~~~

9 Hours Later

~~~~~

I woke to the feeling of Duke’s balls peeling off my face, as he slowly stood up and stretched with a big yawn. He circled over me, bending down and licking my face, covering his ball in my mouth with a fresh slick of saliva and my lips.

But I wasn’t bothered now. I even leaned a bit back into it, happy to receive Duke’s affection. He was so big, scary, and intimidating most of the time, but the way he licked me was the complete opposite, like a softer, warm side of him. It was… flattering that he liked me enough to do that. Despite his scary appearance, it made me feel… good like I was special to him.

It didn’t last too long, though, as Duke quickly nudged my hip up until I was back on all fours, and without warning he scooped my leash back up in his mouth. I barely had time to adjust before I was tugged along with him outside, the bright morning light squinting my eyes.

We went on a brief walk around the field, Duke using the restroom and allowing me a chance to do the same. Once we were finished, he turned toward the house and pulled me along.

It was definitely good exercise, and by now I had all but become an expert at crawling on all fours. We made it to the doggy door, and quickly shuffled through until we made it to Duke’s water dish, where Duke rushed over and started drinking. I crawled after him, and realizing my thirst myself, my mouth parched seeing Duke take gulp after gulp.

I waited patiently for my turn, not wanting to upset him. Once he had finished drinking, there was only a tiny bit of water left, of which I was sure most of it was backwash and slobber left. But Duke sensed me behind him, and with a strong nudge, he pushed my head over to the water dish, encouraging me to drink like it was no big deal.

I lowered down, and slipped my tongue around his red ball to try and catch as much water as I could. It was awkward to say the least, and sure enough, it mostly tasted like his leftover slobber, but I drank what I could happily.

I was still thirsty and definitely hungry, which I was sure Duke must have been too. I was a bit impatient, but ultimately I was content to wait for Chris and Mary to bring us breakfast, and I certainly didn’t want to get in trouble going upstairs if we weren’t allowed. But the sudden yank of my collar being pulled by Duke, guiding me to the stairway, ruined any chance of that.

I whined lightly through Duke’s ball, hoping he would stop, afraid we’d get in trouble. But I never disobeyed him and made sure to follow close behind Duke as I was guided with my leash in his mouth. We started upstairs, and the familiar sound of Chris and Mary’s voice echoed from not far away. Along with it came the smell of what had to be breakfast.

The voices got louder as we crested the top of the stairs, and Duke guided me along to the kitchen with a bit of speed. We turned the corner to the kitchen, and sure enough, Chris and Mary were here, although something was different.

“Duke! There’s my boy!” Chris praised, wearing just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, stepping over from the kitchen island to Duke. Chris bent down and lightly petted Duke, and only peripherally glanced toward me like I wasn’t even there.

Chris looked down at him, undoubtedly seeing my leash firmly secured in Duke’s teeth. “Haha, and what’s this? Keeping your bitch on a short leash, I see. Good boy.”

Chris stood back up, moving back to the kitchen island. “I bet you’re hungry!” Chris said, continuing to pet Duke as he excitedly panted. “Don’t worry, buddy, Mary’s almost finished with your breakfast.”

I could tell Duke was excited to eat, if only because his panting was shaking my chain and collar.

“Yep! Almost done, Duke!” Mary said, in the back of the kitchen at the stove.

Duke stepped a bit to the side, tugging me just enough to see her.

She was obviously cooking, but what stood out now, and what I realized was different, clicked. It was like the maid uniforms I had worn before, but this one had been changed. Unlike the previous maid uniforms, this one exposed her shoulders, had no thigh-high socks, and the entire midriff section had been removed. Mary was standing with her whole smooth stomach on display, her skirt barely covering anything. From my angle, you could even see the faintest peak of her underwear, not to mention the curve of her butt was easily poking just out from below her skirt.

Her thigh-high socks were cut down to her ankles, showing the entire length of her legs to the open air.

“Ah, I think Duke’s bitch likes your new uniform, Mary,” Chris says, breaking my trance of staring at her.

Mary turned to face me, looking between Chris, Duke, and me before responding. “Oh, uh, well, isn’t that sweet!” Mary blushed, flattered.

“Chris tailored it just for me, with all my exact measurements.” Mary giggled, followed by a look between her and Chris.

Chris stepped over to Mary and placed both of his hands on the sides of her hips. “Well, with a body like yours, I had to make sure your uniform had a perfect fit, and it would be a crime not to show off that body.” He slid his hands up briefly around her waist, his palm holding firmly against her lower stomach, then back down, and I couldn’t see, but it looked like he even cupped her butt.

“So beautiful,” Chris commented again, taking a step back.

I could see Mary blush, her cheeks turning red as she tried to hide it. “i…t–thank you for the compliment, s-sir, I’m flattered.”

“No problem at all! Such a good maid, and a very pretty girl too; you deserve only the best praise.” Chris said, looking her whole body up and down.

Mary laughed nervously, like she was getting shy, and she twirled a finger around the hair near her ear. “i—t–thank you, s-sir, I try my hardest to be a good maid for you, especially after all you’ve done for us.”

“Good, girl,” Chris said with a smirk, and following his sight over to Mary, she seemed to melt over it, but didn’t say anything else.

As if on cue to the silence in the room now, Duke’s stomach growled, and Mary finished making breakfast. “Ahh, poor Duke, don’t worry, I’ve got it all ready now.” Mary stepped away from the stove, moving over to us with a bowl of warm food for Duke.

“Oh, awwww! Duke, that’s so sweeet…” Mary motioned to Duke’s mouth, holding my leash. She bent down, petting Duke and praising him.

Mary then looked over at me. “He’s so sweet keeping you so close! He just doesn’t want you out of his sight, does he? You two must really be getting along…” Mary said, drifting off deep into thought.

“Haha, you know Mary, maybe Duke might be on to something. Maybe I should get a leash for you too, Mary. You’ve been doing such a great job, I don’t want you outta my sight either.” Chris laughed, but Mary just shook her head. Although I could have sworn from my point of view that she was hiding the faintest blush.

“Don’t joke like that!” Mary tried to fight back, but it came out more cute than she probably meant. “Anyway… Come on, you two, you eat downstairs, remember?” Mary said, beginning to walk behind Duke and me as if leading us back to the playroom. But after a few steps, she turned back to Chris. “Wait, you got Ash’s meal right?”

Chris paused, giving Mary a stern look before she recognized her mistake and corrected it.

“Oh—s-sorry, I…i’m just not used to it yet— did you get Duke’s bitch’s meal?” Mary apologized and corrected awkwardly.

It took me by a bit of shock; even Mary was calling me that now.

“Good girl.” Satisfied she had called me that, Chris praised Mary, stepping over and patting her on the head gently, while his other hand steadied around her waist, snaking behind to her lower back and squeezing her closer to him. “And yes, I’ve got it right here. The other thing too.”

Chris stepped back, holding up a cup of white liquid, along with two vials whose labels were hard to read.

Something like:

E S _ _ O G E N

And another labeled:

C A N _ N E T E S T _ _ T _ R O N E

Huh, I wondered what they were. Probably the stuff Chris uses for my meals, I figured.

Moving on, Mary led us downstairs, and it hit me as we went that nobody, not even Mary, had really even acknowledged I was there. They had greeted Duke, but it felt like I was just there with him, like an extension of him.

Following Mary, we made our way all together to the playroom, where Mary filled Duke’s food bowl with a warm breakfast meal. But before Duke could dig in, Chris held him back for a moment, handing Mary one of the vials, the one with the longer name.

Mary carefully removed the top and poured it over Duke’s food, looking back to Chris for approval she had done it right. “Like that?” Mary asked.

“Perfect, just like that. Go ahead and use the full thing.” Chris reaffirmed her, taking a long look at how short her skirt was as she bent over Duke’s Dish.

Mary did as he said, emptying the vial of liquid until it was all over Duke’s food. Once it was done, Chris let Duke free, and instantly he jumped for his food.

“Okay, it’s your turn now, puppy.” Mary turned to me, speaking to me like I was just another pet in the house. Chris lowered himself down to my dish, and I watched as he tilted the cup he had into my dish until a white liquid slowly oozed in. It looked a little different than before, and I couldn’t help but notice the look Chris and Mary shared as it poured out, like there was some secret they knew I wasn’t in on. But I wasn’t sure what it was.

Once it was finished, Chris handed Mary the vial with the shorter name, and she poured it all in my dish. “All done! I’ll go take these dishes and be right back!” Mary said, walking back to the kitchen and leaving me alone with Chris and Duke.

“Go ahead and eat; we still have a big day ahead of us.” Chris gestured to my bowl.

I whined a bit reluctantly, not sure what I was even eating now, especially with whatever was in those vials.

“Hey, no whining. Eat.” Chris commanded, and gently but firmly placed a hand on the back of my head and pressured me down. Not wanting to get in trouble, and alongside Duke, I lowered my head down and began licking up my meal. It didn’t taste much different than before at first, and it was still a bit annoying to eat with the ball gagging my mouth.

Chris watched closely, ensuring I ate it, seeing almost a sense of relief once I did. But now that I tasted it, I realized it had a distinct salty musk taste to it, one that I recognized as familiar now after… tasting Duke’s… cum. Strange… It tasted similar actually… that was weird. But I suppose there were a lot of chemicals or vitamins and whatnot in there, so maybe it was a coincidence.

“Good bitch.” Chris said, and patted a hand on my lower back just above my butt, and as if on instinct now, I arched and raised my butt, my body acting for me.

“Ahh, I see Duke’s got you well trained already… You know, it makes me wonder… maybe you like this more than you let on, huh?”

I looked up at him with a whine. What was he talking about?

Chris looked down at me with a knowing look. “You like being his bitch don’t you?” Chris asked with a laugh.

I didn’t want to admit it… I couldn’t… t–that w-wasn’t true… this was all just… a job…

But as if to make his point, Duke finished his food and moved over to me and barked, instantly forcing a submissive whimper out of me and commanding me to lower my body in the arched position he liked. I held my head low, didn’t make eye contact, and made sure to arch my back and butt up high, allowing Duke to embarrassingly sniff and prod at my backend right in front of Chris.

“Haha, look at that. See? I knew it… so ready and obedient. Duke must have known since the moment you two met… That’s why he was so quick with you… he knew you’re a sissy.”

A sissy…? I stared back at him, confused, not knowing what he was talking about.

“It means you like to submit… Like uh, the opposite of Duke. Duke likes to dominate… own… breed girls… a real alpha dog, you know?” Chris explained. “Whereas you’re more of the opposite, a sissy, you like to receive, to obey, and please while Duke fucks.”

“And I suppose Duke’s taken your virginity now too, hasn’t he? Haha, just like a true sissy, having your virginity fucked out of you with a cock. Such a good bitch, knowing your place, saving yourself for him…”

Chris could see the embarrassed flush of red on my face from his explanation.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tease you any longer, but hey, there’s no shame in it. I think I knew you were one the moment I met you too… But trust me, things will be so much easier now that we got that figured out. This is a good thing.”

Chris continued. “You don’t have to worry about any of those little problems you had with Mary or whatever else… I’ll make sure you’re treated accordingly, and hey, I’ll let her know too, that way you don’t have to tell her. All you have to do is just worry about being good for Duke. Like I was saying, I’ll even set you up with some good VR training later.”

I felt a tinge of nervousness. What was he saying? All of it was a bit much, but I had no choice but to keep eating, unable to talk or respond as his hand on the back of my head kept me licking up the white liquid around Duke’s ball.

Just then, Mary made her way back downstairs, drawing Duke’s attention and luckily sparing me from the embarrassment of Mary seeing what he was doing.

“Wow, all done already Duke? You must have really liked it!” Mary petted Duke, clearly happy he liked her cooking.

Mary looked over to me, spotting me finishing up my meal. “And good job! You ate it all… good boy.”

Mary stepped over to me next, reaching a hand between my ears and scritching my head. “Aww, and look at this cute puppy, have you been good for Duke? Did you like your meal? I just know Duke’s going to be so happy with the effects on you, and I’m sure you just can’t wait to see Duke with all that extra boost too.”

I looked at her confused… What was she talking about?

Mary looked over to Chris, confused “Oh, you didn’t tell him?”

“Sorry, I changed my mind. I thought it better to keep it as a surprise.” Chris said with a smirk.

w–what…?! I started to whine my confusion, but sensing my bad behavior, Duke stepped to me and barked again, instantly shutting me up. But he didn’t stop there, putting a paw on my upper back and forcing me back into an arched position, destroying all my resistance. I whimpered and obeyed, holding my back arched and not daring to upset Duke. My body even betrayed me slightly, sending a submissive twitch of my cage for obeying him.

“Ah haha, see Mary? look at that, such a good owner Duke is, training his bitch so well. See how fast Duke makes him submit?” Chris said, looking toward Mary.

“W–wow… your right… Duke really has trained him well, I didn’t know he’d be so… obedient.” Mary said, looking over Duke standing over me so dominantly with a paw holding me down, sending her what looked like deep in thought.

I wanted to die of embarrassment.

“I suppose it’s only natural though. Duke has that effect on weaker, smaller males. Duke’s a real alpha type, whereas Ash is more like a… well—I mean, just look at them two, have you ever seen a dog bigger than a guy?”

Mary shook her head. “Hmmm…Well…no…”

“Haha, yea, hell, I’d be willing to wager Duke’s probably got an even bigger cock than him too! Haha…” Chris laughed again.

Mary nervously laughed. “Oh come on, don’t be mean, you’re just teasing… He’s… I don’t think that’s true…”

Chris just chuckled. “really… you wanna bet on it then? How about this? If I win, and Duke is bigger, you have to give me a massage. If you win, I’ll owe you a massage.”

Mary looked down at me with a confident look. “Oh you’re on, a free massage? that—that’s easy…” but then she looked between Duke and me, and the confidence she had seemed to waver.

Mary seemed like maybe she was going to back out, but before she could, Chris interrupted her.

“Oh, easy then is it? Fine, wager’s on then, no backing out now!” Chris laughed to himself, as if he already knew he’d won. “And since you’re so confident, I think we should amp it up a bit. Whoever wins between them should get something too.” Chris offered with a mischievous grin.

“I suppose that’s fair… what did you have in mind?” Mary asked curiously.

“Oh, nothing yet, but… I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” Chris responded.

I couldn’t believe Mary had taken the bet, after all… she knew I was a bit on the smaller side already… but… a massage wasn’t really a big deal. After all, I’d already given Chris a massage, so I guess it wasn’t that bad anyway.

Just then, Duke stood off of me, allowing me a chance to rise up off the ground. As I did, and seeing as we were both done eating, Duke seemed ready to leave. He picked up my leash in his mouth and stepped up to Mary, nudging up against her and tugging me along behind him as he began to guide me to the doggy door.

“Oh hey Duke…aww, making sure your little puppy stays in line? it’s so cute how close he keeps you…” Mary commented.

I couldn’t help but feel a weird sense of pride and reassurance… that Duke was so loyal and wouldn’t go five feet without me with him… it… it felt… like I was some kind of treasure he couldn’t lose track of.

“Though now that I get a good look, you two are a little dirty, you know…” Mary added, looking over to Chris. “You think maybe they both need a bath?”

“I suppose you’re right, and hey, it would be a good opportunity to settle our wager. Plus, I can work on installing the new tail.” Chris turned to Duke and me. “How about it, you two ready for a bath?”

I didn’t react; truth being as dirty as I may have been, I was a little nervous, and I definitely wasn’t overly excited. A bath would be good, but I knew it meant being naked in front of at least one of them… Duke didn’t seem to pay any mind, and I found myself huddling closer to him, subconsciously clinging to him to protect me.

“Aw, are you nervous, puppy?” Mary cooed, comforting me in a voice that made me melt. She must have noticed my hesitation and the way I was clinging to Duke. “It’s okay… we’ll make sure Duke is right there with you, okay?

Strangely, it was oddly comforting. Staying close to Duke made me feel safe, he… he would protect me. Maybe… stand in front of me so I didn’t have to feel so exposed. I felt a twitch of my cage, and something leaked out. Duke… protecting me… I felt like I was swooning. Something about… just this strong… big… dog. Keeping me safe… making me… feel so good… I couldn’t deny it felt so good to just… give in and let Duke be in control. I flashed back to what Chris was saying… all that… sissy stuff. It sounded crazy, but maybe a small part of me was wondering if he was right.

“Come on then, you two,” Mary said, leading the group of us upstairs. Duke didn’t let go of my leash once, always making sure to be pulling me along with him.

Chris made a stop at his workshop, and before long we were heading upstairs to the master bathroom. I couldn’t help but get an obvious view of Mary in front of me, her mini skirt leaving her entire rear end open to see above me. Her legs were smooth, clean-shaven, and impossible to look away from.

Finally, we made it to the bathroom, Chris and Mary closing the door behind us. Chris turned the knobs of the bath, slowly filling an extra-large tub with warm water.

“Okay, while the tub fills, let's go ahead and get your suit off, okay? The faster I can get it off, the faster I can wash it and work on that tail.”

I hesitated, not sure what to do. It wasn’t like I could take it off myself, but I wasn’t eager to be naked faster either to even try.

But without warning, Chris bent down, picking me up with two hands wrapped around my waist, effortlessly turning me over onto my back. I whimpered, nervous and embarrassed, the sound muffled through Duke’s ball.

Duke watched closely next to me, licking my cheek like he was trying to calm me down.

“I need to take this ball off to remove the suit. Do you understand you're not to talk?” Chris asked firmly, pointing a finger at me that froze my nerves.

I nodded my head shyly, and carefully Chris unlatched the red ball secured to my mouth. The moment it was out, there was a bit of relief to my jaw, but I had gotten so used to the familiar taste of Duke on the ball that my mouth just felt… bland. Even more curiously, I may have had every possibility to speak now, but the thought never even passed my mind for a second. In fact, whenever I thought of communicating now, my first instinct was the same as it was when the ball was in—only whines and muffled moans and mmphs.

Seeing as I didn’t talk, Chris praised me. “Good boy.” The worst part was, my body reacted to it unashamedly, Mary and Chris undoubtedly seeing my cage twitch as he said it.

“Oh… someone’s jumpy today…” Chris joked.

“Did he… was that because of what you said?” Mary asked.

“Haha, you want to test it? Here…” Suddenly, I felt Chris's hands dig into my stomach fur, pressing against me and groping. My body was so sensitive, it felt like my stomach was an erogenous zone…

“Who’s a good boooooy…?”

Oh fuck….

The combination of the cooed praise and the way his hand pressed against my stomach. My face burned red as I was helpless to the endless twitching of my caged cock, and the hot warmth I felt rushing out the tip from his rubbing of my stomach fur.

“oh… my…” Mary said softly, giggling and covering her mouth with a hand, watching me squirm under his touch.

“You want to give it a try, Mary?” Chris asked, leaning off of me, momentarily giving me a reprieve from the scrambling of my mind.

“Uh… i… i don’t know what to do.” She replied

“Just give it a try. Do exactly what I did.” Chris said.

Still lying on my back, I was helpless but to watch as Mary slowly crept over me, and I tried to hold out until her sweet, soft, mind-melting voice broke me.

“heeeey sweeeet booy…… are you a goooood booooy?” Mary cooed, placing her smaller, gentler hands on my stomach, but this time, she ran her fingers upwards and circled the fur around my nipples.

I practically moaned, stifling it into a ‘mmmmph’ noise by sealing my lips, remembering not to talk but getting blindsided here. Subconsciously, I nodded my head yes to her question, my chest leaning against her touch. It felt strange; just like my stomach, my nipples were so sensitive, it too felt like an erogenous zone. I could hardly control the twitching and leaking from my cage or the hard biting down on my lip to temper myself.

“Oh god… he really does like that, doesn’t he? And look at all that came out just from that… So… cute.” Mary commented, as she continually forced my cage to twitch and leak out precum.

But their actions seemed to have an unintended effect, as Duke began to investigate the sounds I was making. He stepped over to me, sniffing frantically at my face while I panted lightly for breath.

“Oh… sorry Duke… we may have accidentally got your bitch all riled up…” Chris said, moving aside as Duke forced his way closer to me.

I was stuck, my mind torn between not wanting to be humiliated and increasingly aroused by Chris and Mary’s little test. Duke must have picked up on my reaction too, rushing over, baring his teeth and growling, loud enough to frighten me still, and enough to draw Chris and Mary’s hands off me. Like he was backing them off his territory.

It didn’t matter how it happened; all that was clear to Duke now was that… his… his bitch was aroused and whimpering.

He rushed over top of my face, trying to soothe and comfort me; he began licking my face. But quickly he discovered my mouth was free of his ball now, and his tongue immediately found my mouth. He jabbed in, reaching every corner and filling my mouth with his tongue and slobber, driving me wild.

It happened so fast, the blur of arousal flooded my mind in seconds, and the intense butterfly feeling of panicked lust blossomed in my chest. I eagerly licked his tongue back, excitedly and happily receiving Duke’s tongue.

I didn’t even pay Chris and Mary any mind anymore, I couldn’t. All I could think about was Duke and how I needed more. I felt Chris and Mary step back from me, a sad whine exiting my mouth as Duke withdrew his tongue from my mouth, panting heavily with his own excitement. He stepped over me now, and his head trailed down my fur to my cage, where he sniffed rapidly. Immediately sensing the leaking arousal from me, he licked all over my cage, tasting every last drop I had leaked out.

Seeing how aroused I was, I was relieved when Duke didn’t stop there. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted, but luckily Duke decided for me. His teeth sank into the side of my fur, right along my hip bone, and effortlessly he flipped me over onto all fours. I was just as eager as he, desperately raising my butt in the air and arching as much as I could, swaying and pressing backwards, silently pleading that Duke would mount me.

I practically smiled as I felt his paws step to either side of me, and the weight of his underbelly hiking up over me and settling down on my butt… yes… yes… he was mounting me… please Duke… f–fuck me.

But just as I felt the warmth of his cock graze against my back legs, Chris and Mary were quick to intervene.

“Whoa whoa you two, okay that’s enough.” Chris guided Duke off of me, as Mary pulled me to her and flipped me back on my backside.

I whimpered a needy whine up to Mary, practically heartbroken to have been pulled out of the moment like that.

“Hey! Enough of that you two!” Mary commanded.

Shocked a bit by her raising her voice, I stayed silent, coming down off the high of my arousal and savoring the last bits of his scent lingering in my mouth.

“Geez, you two, those hormones must have worked faster than I expected,” Chris said, holding Duke away from me, who looked like he was about to jump past Chris to get back over to me. I spotted his cock poking out under him, massive and fully stiff, my mouth watering at the sight of it as I felt an empty itch needing to be scratched feeling in my bottom.

Chris tried to calm Duke down, whispering just barely enough I was able to hear. “Easy, easy Duke, I know, I know… don’t worry… once we’re done with everything in here you can satisfy your bitch, okay buddy?”

I don’t think Mary heard him, as she was focused on me. But I could still see Duke trying to break past Chris, but slowly calming down a bit.

“Hey…. Hey… relax puppy… I know we got you riled up… I’m sorry, but you’re good now… just relax…” Mary whispered and cooed into my ear, her soft maternal-like voice calming me.

Chris stepped back from the corner he was holding Duke back in. “Alright… I suppose that was a little on us for instigating, sorry. But we’ve all calmed down now.” Chris looked at me. “Don’t worry, I promise, as soon as we’re done, you’ll have Duke all to yourself.”

As embarrassing as it was to hear him say that in front of Mary, a part of me was just as relieved, even if I wouldn’t admit it out loud.

Slowly, Chris let go of Duke, and things finally settled as he stepped back over to me to continue.

“Okay, let’s finish with getting the suit off. And we can end this wager while we’re at it.” Chris began removing my suit, and slowly it rolled off of me, revealing my bare naked form. With a bit of restraint from Chris, Duke watched eagerly, sniffing at my raw, bare pale skin completely unguarded by fur. It rolled further and further, until finally it rolled off my stomach, over my cage, and down my thighs and legs until I was completely naked, save for the collar around my neck.

My knees and elbows were still stuck together, and they felt so sore I was tempted to stretch them—but Chris stopped me.

“Hey! Keep your arms and legs bent. I know it might be hard, but I don’t want you messing up your progress with moving in your suit.”

I nodded and kept my posture as best as I could, although it was a bit harder doing it manually.

Duke was all over me now, lowering his head over me and sniffing all over my naked body, and it was then that it clicked in me that Mary, Chris, and Duke were all staring down at my naked, skinny, feminine body.

My face burned red, I desperately wanted to cover my face to shield myself from the embarrassment, but all I could do was awkwardly move my elbows in front of my face to soothe myself as Duke went over every part of me.

I started shaking with nerves, especially as I felt the cold touch of Duke’s nose trailing over my ribcage, smelling and feeling me. Somehow it felt more… real this way. The suit may have been skin-tight and appeared naked, but it felt like I was covered in it at least. I never felt more vulnerable than I did right now.

“Oh my gosh… i–is that?” Mary’s voice jumped, startled by something. I followed her gaze over to Duke sniffing over me, and down to the obvious sight of his rockhard red pink dogcock poking out from his legs.

“W-what. Is it Mary? OH!” Chris laughed. “Haha! Ah! I see someone was ready to go earlier… still feeling good about that wager now, Mary?” Chris teased.

Mary mumbled. “I… I had no idea… how is it that… big?”

“I told you, Duke’s a real alpha dog. Big. Now, let’s go ahead and settle this once and for all…”

Mary and I watched as Chris retrieved the key to my cage around his wrist, and slowly cupped his hand around my cage, holding it steady. He inserted the key, twisted it unlocked and pulled it out, and with a careful hand, pulled the cage off of me.

I was trembling and shaking, it was so embarrassing. I hid my face as best as I could, hoping to just get this over with.

But to make matters worse, the second the cage was off, my pent-up-ness showed itself immediately. I felt my cock stiffen rapidly up to its full size, barely four or five inches in length and the width of approximately a quarter.

Duke was very interested too, sniffing my small cock obsessively as the tip of his wet nose poked lightly at it, his nose of course being thicker than my own cock practically.

I felt a rough hand maneuver my cock, not enough to be stimulating, and without any care, as though someone was just moving around a decoration or casually like it was nothing.

“Ahh ha… I think we have a winner!” Chris laughed to himself, and when I poked an eye out to see what was happening, the contest was a joke. Duke was Huge, let alone next to me. You didn’t need a ruler, you didn’t need a second look. It was like a pencil next to a big cucumber. A carrot next to an eggplant.

“Oh… god it wasn’t even close…” I heard Mary say, with a hysterical giggle of disbelief.

“Good boy, Duke…” Chris praised, petting Duke above me. “Such a big boy, I suppose I’ll be getting that massage later too!” Chris added.

“Okay… fair enough. You won.” Mary conceded.

Without any care, Chris began re-caging my cock, stuffing it down against its erect state and pressing the metal down until it was forced to concede back until it was completely flat again. He reinserted the key and locked the cage firmly.

He was about to lock the key back around his wrist, but Mary interrupted with a question.

“So, what does Duke get then? You said the winner between them gets something too.”

“Hmm, actually… I’m glad you asked… This gives me an idea.” Chris then withdrew from attaching the key bracelet to his wrist and then reached under Duke’s head. He grabbed hold of his collar, and with a bit of fiddling, he finally secured my cage key to Duke’s collar, until it was loosely hanging down from him. Much like the bell they attached to mine, the key dangled and clinked about from his neck.

“Haha, there we go, I think Duke’s earned that. All this has just proved you won’t be needing it anymore anyway. After all, you belong to Duke now." Chris said proudly, petting Duke’s head. Duke didn’t even seem to pay any mind, like he had no idea what it even was. It sat in my mind now, Duke wore the key to my cage on his collar like some sort of decoration—or a trophy.

Mary watched the scene, amused, but didn’t say anything about it, like she was privately thinking deep to herself. “Okay, are you two ready for a bath?” Mary said, moving on from the topic and sealing it behind us.

I nodded as Mary began to motion for me and Duke to move toward the tub.

Chris stood up, grabbing my suit and heading out of the bathroom. “Okay, I’ll be back in a bit, just cleaning and making a few adjustments to the suit, okay?”

Mary replied, with the faintest hint of sadness in her voice, almost like she wanted the company. “Okay, sounds great! Just, don’t keep us waiting too long.”

“I’ll try! Have fun!” And with that, Chris left the room.

The jingle of the bell on my collar contrasted with the clink of my cage key on Duke’s, as we reached the edge of the tub. It was hard for me, crawling over to her completely naked. I was practically shaking with nerves, and Duke made no shortage of interest, sniffing all over my bare skin and exposed butt cheeks.

“Okay, who wants in first? Mary asked.

I was happy to go first, if not to feel the warmth of the water but also to give me the cover of being in the tub at least.

“Alright, come puppy, here, let me help you in.” Mary offered, and surprisingly I felt my body lift off the floor, as Mary even managed to pick me up and gently swing me over to the tub and set me in softly.

I knew I was small, but it made me feel impossibly small knowing even Mary could pick me up. But the warmth of the water surrounding me and enveloping my body melted all my thoughts away. I let out a quiet sigh of relief, the tension in my muscles dissipating into the water.

“Aw, see, isn’t that nice puppy? It feels good, doesn’t it? You must be so sore from everything, just relax…” Mary cooed, and I felt her hand ease through my hair, scritching in all the right spots.

Hello, this is the explicit scene of ch7.

The full chapter is on AO3 cause of character limits.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/233313221#workskin

All I could think about was the taste of slobber and pee in my mouth, and my tongue constantly mashed up against Duke’s ball. Duke stepped over to my face, sniffing curiously at his ball and probably wondering why I was holding it in my mouth for so long.

But as if finally accepting it, Duke circled behind me and out of sight. I started to wonder what kind of date they were going on—or, for that matter, what kind of restaurant it would be. Eating out seemed so distant now after being on this new diet, but to be honest, I was starting to get used to the milk Chris was giving me. It actually had a surprisingly decent taste that was growing on me.

But I was pulled from my thoughts with a strong yank. I instantly turned in the direction of the yank, spotting my leash in Duke’s mouth, tugging me along. It was clear he wanted me to follow, but whether or not I did, I knew he was going to make it happen. Whether that was pulling me along by my collar or outright picking me up.

Duke began leading me back out into the yard—if I remembered correctly, it was in the direction of his doghouse. He pulled me firmly, making sure I knew he had a tight grip on me.

As we went, it gave me some time to think. Especially about… Duke. It never stopped amazing me how strong and how much bigger than me he was, that he could just pick me up with his mouth. It made me feel so… small and delicate next to him, and the way he protected me last night was so… endearing…

I couldn’t help but admit how he’d calmed me down so effortlessly. Even if he had just lain on me, what I remember most was the warmth. How all my thoughts and fear just melted as he crushed down on me like a heated weighted blanket…

I realized now just how much I liked how Duke protected me and was always looking out for me, like I was some precious thing he was caring for. And then—there was my dream. I still had no idea what to think about it, what it meant… it was easier when it was just Chris, but Duke? I mean… Duke is… he’s so—-

I shook my head out of it again. What was I thinking… there’s no way I could possibly…

No. I tried to stop thinking about it all. Whatever I was about to say, it couldn’t be true. I flooded my mind with other things to try and change the subject, even as a twitch of precum leaking out of my cage reminded me I was avoiding the topic.

But my internal thoughts didn’t stop Duke from tugging me along where he wanted me. The roof of Duke’s doghouse came into view as we got closer and closer. I wanted to ask Duke where he was taking me, but my reflex to talk was suddenly thwarted by the taste of slobber and dog urine on my tongue. I suppose Chris did have a point with this method of training, as I slowly stopped my reflex of talking and moved towards less tongue-involved speech.

The end result was more hums and whines resembling the cadences of various types of speech, like the confused “hmm?” sound, or the whiny “nuh uh” sound.

But Duke paid little attention to it, the curious whines coming from behind his red ball not having much difference on his actions. And without too much longer, Duke had finally led me by my leash all the way to his doghouse.

Duke stopped just before the entrance, dropping my leash and coming over to me, as if waiting for me to do something. I looked back at him curiously, averting eye contact, of course—did he want me to go inside?

Not happy, I just remained in place; he postured a step toward me with a loud bark. I nearly tripped in fear, stepping back, the sudden sharpness of it intimidating me. I did what I thought he wanted, taking an elbow step towards the doghouse. It seemed to be what he wanted, as his snout nudged against my rear end, pushing me further along.

Once I was inside, he corralled me to the center of the doghouse, and that’s when he stepped in front of me. He sniffed his ball in my mouth before moving towards my crotch.

There wasn’t anything there for him to sniff, other than my cage, but I was pretty sure there wasn’t anything… you know, leaking or so.

But that’s when Duke raised his head, and I felt his strong leg nudging against my bottom, until his snout started prodding under my tail. I felt a chill run up my spine, the cold wetness of his nose touching my bare cheek. Unable to speak, I simply let out a nervous, questioning whine.

I thought he had stopped, but suddenly I felt his snout press into my butt, parting my cheeks apart until I felt the sharp sting of his nose against my bare hole. I practically yelped at it, mostly out of surprise, but Duke continued his motions, only now making things worse.

His wet tongue licked and dragged between my cheeks, the strength of his lick combining with the weight of his snout moving upward, practically lifting my butt off the ground with each one.

I whined a protest, but it was weak and half broken as the sensation of his tongue finally reached over my bare hole. It was cold and wet, and the vulnerability I felt there had never been greater. It wasn’t long before his slobber coated all over the area, only making it easier for him to lap up my private area, tasting me and having the unexpected side effect of it feeling very good…

Once he had started tasting my hole, it was like it made him frantic, pressing his tongue further and further like he was trying to taste more until it even began to poke inside me a little bit. His tongue felt as long as my whole bottom was, and the texture of his tongue lapping against me was as weird as it was sensitive and… stimulating.

I couldn’t help the building pleasure in the back of my mind; the repeated onslaught of targeted, precise licks against my hole was forcing my body to react. Every lick of his tongue felt better and better, and just made me more aroused, even if it was against my will.

Then, without warning, Duke jabbed his nose further in, and pressing his tongue farther with surgical precision, his tongue slipped into my hole. It only reached maybe a few millimeters inside, but it was enough to send a shaking tremor through my body. My heart started beating faster, and I felt the unmistakable haze of arousal looming over me.

He continued to press and push further in me, but just when I was nearing overwhelmed, Duke retracted, stepping back over to my crotch. His snout dipped under my hip bone, effortlessly sliding across my slim stomach fur to my cage, and sniffing again.

I shuddered; I knew the evidence of his actions’ effects on me was present, if only confirmed by the feeling of his frantic sniffing and licking of the precum leaking from my cage. It was like he knew how to push, how to manipulate me, because as soon as he was done licking my cage, he stepped over to my face.

It was impossible to miss; the giant, thick, fleshy, pink and red dogcock of his was fully unsheathed below him, and I didn’t even have to think at this point; I knew what he wanted. He licked my face, remnants of my own precum mixed with his slobber covering me. Then he moved over to my hips, easily pushing me over onto my back, taking a step over my head.

Unable to get up, all I could do was stare up at Duke’s thick cock steadily leaking his own precum onto my face, even a bit getting onto his red ball. I had to slowly watch as it beaded out of his pointed red-pink tip, down to my mouth, and slowly dripped down the sides of the ball. Gravity did its work, the precum slipping past my lips and into my mouth with a salty musk flavor.

But Duke didn’t waste any time, clearly ready to get what he wanted. It was like he worked me like a toy; he knew how to get me worked up, licking at my hole until I was leaking, making me ready to let him use my mouth with his cock. But even knowing what he was doing— getting me worked up for him- it made no difference. It had worked, and even if it hadn’t, I couldn’t move.

Ready to take what he wanted, Duke lowered his hips, dragging and jabbing his warm cock shaft all over my face. He kept jabbing against the ball in my mouth, as if he wasn’t prepared for it to block him from using it.

But after a few frustrated grunts and repeated jabs of his hard cock tip against the ball, Duke turned his head back to me and growled.

I whimpered and whined against it, not wanting to upset him, but physically unable to move it. Duke took it upon himself, and the terrifying sight of his jaw clamped down against my mouth, grabbing hold of the ball with his teeth and trying to rip it out.

He almost succeeded, pulling it hard with the strap strained against the back of my head. But the strap was too strong, and his actions only served to let more drool cover my face as the gag was securely locked against me. Frustrated, Duke suddenly pushed under me, flipping me back over to my elbows and knees until I was upright again.

He stepped back over to my butt, jabbing his nose back in. This time he worked even harder, maybe even a bit rougher as he seemed annoyed, or pent up.

I whined against his red ball, the taste of his precum filling my head with his salty musk as his tongue roughly worked into my hole, going far past where it had before. The sudden sensation of it made my body clench against his tongue, but it backfired. His tongue was strong, stronger than my clench, and it broke past something in my hole.

The result was a gush of warm leaking precum passionately dribbling out of my tip. As if sensing it, Duke retreated from me again before sniffing under me, and being sent into another frenzy. His whole body jabbed against me, nearly crashing me down as he obsessively and clumsily licked all over my cage, not missing a single drop of the evidence of my arousal.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I tried to process it all, but it was happening so fast; every new sensation was overwhelming me, and the lingering thoughts of my dream coming back. I was so conflicted; I couldn’t admit the possibility that this was happening, and that I just, could, not, say, i, liked—it.

Duke withdrew his head from my crotch, and I had no time to gather my thoughts, as the arousal had taken over, and the sudden lack of sensation of his tongue against my hole left a needing itch-like feeling. I couldn’t admit it, but my body desperately wanted his tongue to return. Subconsciously, I felt myself arching back, pushing my hips up as if to entice him to return there.

But as he moved around behind me, instead of his mouth and his tongue, all I felt was the heavy weight of fur against my back, as two strong legs shifted over me and planted against my side. I froze as the sudden feeling of a long, thick, warm cock pressed against my butt, the tip poking against my tailbone under my tail, and Duke’s balls resting against my cheeks.

The realization of the situation hit me, and I immediately snapped out of my aroused trance as fear took over. Surely, Duke wasn’t about to try to put it up my hole? I wasn’t his doll…a–and… i… im a virgin…

I whined and whimpered, and tried to crawl forward, but all that came out was a muffled “Mmmph!!!” As Duke surged forward with a growl, a heavy paw crushed down against my upper back, pinning my head down but arching my back and keeping my butt up high.

I was terrified, unable to move, especially when I felt his head lower down to my neck and latch on with his jaw. His teeth sank into my fur, his heavy, warm breathing and low growl drifting against my ear.

I know I had stayed absolutely still for him before, but this was something else entirely. With his jaw around my neck, my instincts kicked in, and I completely submitted. My mind was blank with nothing but an overwhelming feeling of fear and submission, content to be completely still and compliant to appease whatever Duke demanded.

My heart beat out of my chest, and my whole body shook, trembling but somehow impossibly aroused. My cage was twitching profusely, Duke’s complete domination over me awakening something in me and driving me crazy.

With his paw against my back, and jaw around my neck, Duke pulled back his hips and cock, until I felt it trailing down between my cheeks. His dogcock was spilling precum out of the tip, inevitably coating his cock and my butt with the slick, lubricating liquid. The shape of him only made it easier, the tapered tip of his giant thick cock catching on my hole.

The world stood still for a moment, until Duke finally surged his hips forward. I struggled with all my might not to be instantly pushed down into the ground with the strength of his hips. His cock pressed fucking hard against my hole, and the immense stretching feeling followed shortly after.

My breathing was rapid, my heart practically a machine gun, pinned against the ground, and being slowly speared from behind; his paws pushed my hips against his cockhead as his hips pressed right back into me.

Every passing millisecond I could feel his cock gaining more and more ground, slipping ever more and more until I knew the inevitable was coming. He was just so big, so hot, so thick; it was taking this much just to get his tip in. It wasn’t going to fit; it couldn’t. There was no way he could fit that inside of me…

Clearly frustrated at that, Duke finally eased off me, stepped a paw off my back, and lowered his head down to my hole. He licked furiously, once again sending waves of lust tingling up my spine, and coating my hole in a fresh layer of drool. He pressed his tongue into my hole hard, trying to go as far as he could and opening it wider.

Then before long, he was back on me again, dropping his heavy furred underbelly against my back, the thick spear of his cock jabbing against my cheeks. Only this time, he reached down to my leash, picked it up with his mouth, and pulled hard, tugging my neck up against him.

To my shock, my knees remained against the ground, but Duke held my upper body suspended in the air by the leash attached to my collar. I felt it lightly tugging against my windpipe, occasionally blocking me from air, as his cock mashed its way through my cheeks, coating itself in all of his lubricating slobber. He jabbed hard against my hole again, trying with all his might to force it all inside me, to force me to finally take him.

I wanted to cry, the sensations all simply too much. He just kept on, pressing harder again and again, my tight, virgin hole stretching painfully as it was forced to try and accommodate his massive cock. My body betrayed me the entire time, a continuous stream of leak dribbling out of me. He was slowly making progress, getting farther in, the piercing stretching growing more and more each time. But it wasn’t enough yet, to my relief.

Beyond frustration, Duke had had enough. He dropped the pleasantries and my leash from his mouth. He dropped down to my hole again, this time licking with an attitude. I nearly moaned at his roughness now, muffled by his ball and sending another taste of his slobber and precum musk on my tongue. He stepped back over me, his jaw returning down to my neck. He clamped down hard against me until I was sure I felt his teeth through the fur. Then he roughly slammed my head against the bedding, pinning my neck down with his teeth. His cock head returned to its holding spot against my hole, then adjusted his hips till he was at an optimal angle. His paws collapsed on my hip bones, pressing hard against him, until finally he was ready.

He pushed me hard against the ground, pulling my hips against him, and thrusting his cock forward. I could feel something was different this time; there was a confidence, a certainty, a finality to his movements. His cock caught me with the leverage it needed, and finally began pressing into me.

The tapered tip of his cock head pushed and pushed, straining me wider and wider and more painfully, and I could feel it now. His cock was slipping in, stretching me just enough; he was about to finally break into my hole. I tried to prepare myself; I… I was about to lose—D—Duke was about to take my virginity… I… the second I realized it was too late, it hadn’t even occurred to me before I could lose it like…this…

Wham!

I screamed, immediately muffled against his ball, as Duke’s cock finally burst past my entrance, slamming all the way inside me as much as he could fit. His cock shot up my hole, stretching me painfully wide. My mind was broken, the sudden pop in from barely his tip to what must have been at least 7 inches of his thick cock all in an instant. A white-hot liquid shot up my shaft and out of my cage from the intensity as I moaned pathetically. If his red ball wasn’t gagged to my mouth, my mouth would have been stretched wide to an ‘O’ shape.

The pain of it all at once was too much; I was just lucky that Duke simply held himself deep in me for a moment, allowing me a chance to relax, until finally the pain had subsided.

But once Duke sensed I had calmed down a bit from taking him initially, he was just beginning. He eased up on my neck, picking my leash back up in his mouth, and slowly withdrew most of his shaft, making sure to leave his tip in. Then, with a light tug of my collar fixing my posture, Duke thrusted what had to be as much as I could take of him deep into my hole, the immense stretching feeling restarting all over again.

I moaned helplessly into the ball as he did, completely overtaken with the feeling of just trying to bear him. I couldn’t believe it was happening; I felt every vein, every single inch of his cock spreading me open.

But he didn’t stop there; he retracted slowly again to his tip, pulling my body with him as I gripped and clung to him.

“o–ohhmm fmmpgckhhh” Duke pushed in me again as I let out a muffled scream into his red ball. It was an intense, filling feeling; all I could do was try to stay calm with each slow, deep thrust.

With every thrust he did, it got slightly easier and easier to handle each time, and while at first I thought maybe I’d just gotten used to him, I realized there was something else. As Duke changed angles from trying to get himself in me to going in and out now, he slowly started rubbing against something in me that replaced the overbearing stretching feeling with another.

There was a spot deep in me that Duke started to hit, and it was flooding my mind with an exponentially increasing pleasure. Suddenly he roughly jammed his cock up against it, and the moment he did, my mind broke. I collapsed forward, whimpering in pleasure as a gush of warm precum shot out my cage. Duke seemed satisfied he had found it, and began picking up his pace.

The faster he got, the worse it got, feeling like an extremely sensitive circle of nerves begging to be touched and itched, repeatedly soothed by the feeling of his thick dogcock mashing up against it and touching it in all the right ways. Duke ripped his mouth back, tugging my collar upwards and pulling me back upright. Then pulling my leash taut, he began thrusting fast, fucking me hard.

I was a mix of gasping for breath and breathless moaning, practically crying from the pleasure as the tip of his dogcock pummeled against that spot, his shaft spearing against my insides, his balls plapping against my butt.

“d—duu–ke… ahh… ahh… uhhh.” was all I could manage out. Desperate to breathe, my tongue went all over his balls, tasting his precum and slobber. He thrusted his cock into me so fast, it started to feel like I had to pee or something as he battered that spot. I had to bite down on his ball to soothe myself from the overwhelming pleasure.

Duke was making me feel so good; his cock felt so fuckingamazing. I couldn’t care anymore. My mind completely gave in; he was fucking me hard and fast now. All I could do was let him completely dominate me; the submissive pleasure of his cock taking me was too good.

My love of the pleasure he was giving turned to other things, and suddenly I gained a newfound appreciation for the taste of his slobber and precum on my tongue. I started leaning back against him, desperate to feel as much of him as I could, wishing he would rip this ball out of my mouth and stick his tongue down my throat again.

Much to my disapproval, Duke was going so fast now he accidentally slipped out of me, briefly stepping off me, and I couldn’t help but whine my frustration. I arched my back further, swaying my hips and whimpering, begging for him to put it back in.

I practically melted when I felt him step over me again, his hard shaft returning between my cheeks, and much to my approval, his head leaned down to my face.

I mashed my mouth against his, whining for him to continue and silently hoping to feel his tongue against my face.

Duke was happy to oblige, licking across my cheeks and nose, but it wasn’t enough. I pushed his ball back into his tongue, hoping he would cover it in more of his slobber so I could taste it.

To my relief, Duke lurched forward, spearing me by sending his entire shaft penetrating right up my hole, licking around my mouth and red ball, letting me taste him again.

The sudden pop-in of his entire cock length sent a tremble through my body, and another white-hot wave of precum out my cage. Duke penetrated me repeatedly, pulling out all the way, including his tip this time, sending a body-wide shiver each time he went in me. The pop-in feeling drove me wild, melting my brain into a lust-induced coma, simply holding myself up and arched as Duke decimated that spot in me again.

Getting back into rhythm, he thrusted faster and faster now, the internal warm feeling like I had to pee growing stronger and stronger, pressed on with every poke of his tip against the inside of me.

Duke started panting heavily, dripping slobber onto my fur and into my face from above as he absolutely began hammering into me.

I couldn’t help it anymore, couldn’t hold back as the intense, hard pace he worked me now made the need to pee feel too strong. It felt like he was dominating my whole so hard he was about to force me to pee. My moans and whimpers of pleasure turned to a steady whine of sensitivity as he just didn’t stop, pushing me closer and closer to an edge I didn’t know existed.

He was just so big, so long, so… warm, his slobber… the fur on his back, the taste of his musk… the taste of his pee… I… I wanted it all…

His balls plapped against me with speed, his cock completely reaming me. I felt that need to pee, building, and building… until I finally reached a point of no return. My sensitivity felt like it was dialed up to a million, like there was the most intense itch deep inside me that his cock was hitting just right, and I felt like I was about to burst, perpetually on an edge of some kind of release.

Unable to hold out any longer, Duke’s cock finally hit the spot just right, and it was too much. I moaned and whined as loud as I could, my lower body shaking violently, and a rush of molten hot warmth shot out of my cage. It felt like the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, but somehow triggered by his cock fucking me. It flooded out of me, like I was peeing, but as I looked, it was clearly my own cum.

The overstimulation melted my mind even further, as Duke simply didn’t stop as I came my brains out. He just kept thrusting into me as I rode wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, until I was simply moaning a mindless muffled “d—d–duuuu–keeee…”.

As I lay there, collapsed on the floor, my rear still arched up for him, Duke picked up his pace somehow even more, and I started to feel something big growing against my hole. Duke growled, pulled all the way out, and performed a final few hard, deep thrusts as much as he could stuff into me before pulling hard on my collar. All I could see under me was the edge of his balls hanging just behind my cage, where there was also a heavy line of thick white cum connecting my cage to the ground.

He pressed something thick and wide against my hole, stretching me painfully even wider than before. He pressed and pressed, making me wince and wince until it popped inside me, his entire length up to his balls sheathed inside me.

It must have been that thing he did to my mouth, the pop-in of it nearly causing me to have another orgasm, instead just forcing another spurt out of my cage as his tip jammed even farther into my hole.

Duke roughly pressed against me, and suddenly I felt him grunting from his mouth, and the throbbing of his cock inside me. I recognized it; he was cumming…

It felt like he lasted forever, throbbing again and again and again, as the bulge at the base of his shaft grew wider and wider, locking him inside me with a painful stretch. The sensation was too much; I simply lay my head against the ground, my back arched and hung entirely up by the firmness of Duke’s cock lodged inside of me.

Duke seemed to test my loyalty to receive him, with a few tugs and thrusts against me, reminding me every so often that he was very much still fully hilted inside me. The worst part was, I was still just as pent up. It was like it hadn’t triggered my refractory period.

Either way, I simply couldn’t move, entirely too zoned out and desperate to recover myself. The last thing I remember was being dragged along, as Duke finally settled down somewhere, lying against me.

Hopefully that thing in me will shrink down soon… I don’t know what I’d do if Chris or Mary saw. But I was just so exhausted, riding my highs of pleasure… I quickly fell asleep.

“Ash! Duke!”

I jolted up, the immense weight of Duke napping on top of me, combined with the blunt pain of what felt like a giant rock stretching my hole open. It was Duke— his cock was still locked in me.

“Ash! Duke!” Mary’s voice shouted in the distance.

shit… if Mary saw me right now… I would die. But… maybe Duke napping on top of me might actually be a good thing right now. Maybe she couldn’t see. The whole thing started to dawn on me: Duke had gone too far, but… I bit my lip.

It felt… so… good.

I shook my mind out of it, preparing for Mary to come in at any moment.

Just then, I saw Mary bend over to look through the doghouse door, spotting me and Duke.

“I’ve been looking all over for you. Do I need to put a bell on that collar?” Duke stirred awake as Mary joked, but I’d learned by now that small things like that always ended up happening.

I almost responded, if only the haze of waking up from my nap did I momentarily forget the red ball preventing me from speaking.

“Right, don’t worry, I don’t need you to say anything, I just wanted to see you before I went out.” Mary crouched through the doghouse door.

Duke suddenly growled as she entered, eliciting a surprised yelp from me as he extended his legs slightly, pulling that bulge on his cock up and lifting my lower body with it.

“Oh, my word, a growl. Sorry, Duke, I guess it's dogs only in here? Or should I say, Dogs and puppies?” Mary joked again, but made sure to stay just at the door so as to not upset him further. Luckily, it meant she didn’t get too close to see his cock was still lodged in me.

“Aw, you two were just taking a nap in here, weren’t you? Sorry to disturb ya, but what do you think, Ash? Do I look good?”

I looked up at her, maneuvering around Duke’s head laying against my shoulder, and realized only now what she was wearing.

She was in a tight red mini dress, with her makeup done, and she looked absolutely stunning. She must have seen the way my eyes widened, and my head nodded an enthusiastic yes.

“Thank you, Ash! I knew it looked good, and this dress! Can you believe Chris just had it? It looks amazing!”

I nodded again; she wasn’t lying. The fabric cut just at her mid-thigh, and hugged her body up to her shoulders, which were all exposed.

“Well, I just wanted to stop by and check on you two before we left, and don’t worry, I’m making him take me somewhere really nice, expensive too,” Mary added.

She leaned down to pet me, earning a low growl from Duke next to my ear.

“You be a good little puppy, okay Ash? Maybe I’ll bring you home a treat!” Mary petted my head, silencing Duke’s growls.

“And you! Be good to your little puppy, Duke!” Mary petted his head, accidentally pushing him down a bit and forcing his cock deeper in me ever so slightly.

Ironically, the red ball muffled the forced moan that tried to come out, saving me from having to explain it.

And with that, Mary had left as quickly as she had come.

After a few minutes had passed, Duke stood up off me, his cock lifting my butt into the air until I was on my knees and elbows upright again.

I didn’t even move, not that I could go anywhere tethered to him. I still felt so unbearably full. I heard the distant sound of a car driving away from the house; it must have been Chris and Mary leaving.

A part of me was relieved; at least I had the time to recover without any more embarrassment. Speaking of which… I could hardly believe it; Duke had taken my virginity… like a girl.

The worst part was… how good it felt… It was so humiliating. He had worked me up so easily…

Suddenly Duke started to move, pulling me along with him under him. It was awkward, and he definitely had to wobble a bit, but sure enough, Duke was walking out of the doghouse with me firmly lodged under him, like I was some sort of accessory. My paws only grazed the ground as he walked, and slowly he began making the way to his playroom.

Once we were there, I was dragged through the doggy door as Duke stepped up to his water dish, where a fresh set of food and water had been made. Mary must have set it out for him; I'm not sure if they’d be back for dinner.

I watched as he leaned his head over mine, lapping up water while I waited. Once he was satisfied, he moved to his food dish, and I watched patiently as he ate all of his food.

When he was done, he angled toward what must have been my food, which I could only now see since Duke had angled his cock (and subsequently me) in that direction. It was a dish filled with more white liquid, only, how was I supposed to eat it? With the ball in my mouth?

Duke stood over it anyway, positioning me as if he wanted me to eat my food. Truth was, I was so thirsty, and Duke wasn’t going to move till I finished it, so I leaned down and awkwardly tried to drink. The ball pressed into it, the remnants of Duke’s precum and slobber undoubtedly mixing into it, but I couldn’t really be held up about that given the circumstances.

I slipped my tongue around the ball as best as I could, finally drinking a bit of the white liquid. I was much slower this way, but sure enough, after about ten minutes I had finally finished most of the dish.

And at about the same time, I felt Duke’s cock slowly softening, the stretching feeling shrinking until Duke started trying to pull out of me. It took some effort and straining, but eventually he finally pulled himself out of my hole with an audible plop.

The pop out was still such an intense sensation, I muffled another moan as it came out. Duke hardly cared, turning around to inspect his handiwork. Despite how long it had been, I looked under me and saw a steady drooling of his white cum leaking out of me and onto the floor.

The worst part was, I could still see a bit of my own cum leaking from my cage, if only a tiny bit.

Duke, seeming happy, returned to my face and licked. For once I didn’t get bothered by it, perhaps even subconsciously leaning into it a bit.

But with his cock gone, I started to feel sore, and my whole bottom and legs were kinda like jelly. A part of me yearned to be back in the doghouse—safe from the outside world, napping, and Duke covering me like a blanket—

I shook my head… what was I saying…

I jumped, as Duke ruffed.

I turned to him, and he was looking at me expectantly. I didn’t know what he wanted, but then he nosed down to a pool of his dogcum which had leaked out of me. He looked at it and then to me, and ruffed again.

did… was he telling me to… eat it?

He stepped forward, the lightest of growls leaving his chest until I tested it with a lowering of my head towards his cum. Satisfied, he stopped growling, at least as long as I didn’t stop.

It was hard, again with the ball, and… to go through with it, but after another louder growl I tilted my head and began licking up his cum. Duke watched me like a hawk, making sure I did as he commanded.

It tasted just like before, only stronger… musky, less salty, more like him. It had a certain taste to it that reminded me of Duke, and a part of me… liked it. I felt my cage twitch as I tasted it, the stringy bits of his cum filling my mouth. I wasn’t sure how to describe it; it was like tasting something that I thought I shouldn’t like, but what was I supposed to do if it just plainly tasted good?

It was like smelling gasoline, or some other strong smell you're not supposed to like. The musky taste of his cum was good. And weirdly, I got a sense of strange submissive pleasure from licking it up. Duke was so big, dominant, and the taste of his cum was so reflective of that.

I licked it all up, and once I was done, Duke licked my face as if expressing his contentment with my following of his directions.

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“Goodnight, everyone,” Chris said, turning off the lights and plunging the room into darkness.

Chris and Mary tossed and turned a bit, probably trying to get comfortable to sleep, but from my perspective in the cage, I could only see their feet under the covers.

My attention then turned to Duke, who must have had a newfound energy after his nap. He lurched toward me, setting a paw against my shoulder and pushing gently down until I was lying on my back. He kept his paw on me as he loomed over me, head lowering to my face, immediately sticking his tongue on my lips.

It was no use blocking him; he had it down to a science now, tongue forcing my jaw open and immediately pushing deep in. He mashed up against my tongue, licking and reaching every part of my mouth, my own tongue too weak to fight back.

The way he just effortlessly overpowered me… I… I didn't want to admit it. But I was still so aroused from my dream, I felt something leak from my cage... As much as I didn’t want his tongue in my mouth, my body reacted against me, betraying me with every leak and twitch of my cage as Duke pressed further, and it was just like in my dream.

I was so confused, I knew the cage was making me pent up… but h–how was he doing all this so easily… how was I getting so worked up… and that dream…surely… I didn't like this..…

Luckily for me, Duke retreated his tongue, leaving me with the lingering taste of his slobber in my mouth. But my rest didn’t last long, and I immediately knew I was in trouble. Duke stepped back over to my cage and took a few investigative sniffs, quickly increasing the pace of his breaths, and he must have easily identified the evidence of my overwhelming arousal and leftovers of my wet dream.

Suddenly he licked my cage frantically, and before I knew it, Duke was all over me again, and the familiar sight of a massive red and pink dogcock stepped into view. Only this time, he stepped forward again, mashed his balls against my mouth, and dropped his quickly hardening shaft across my face.

I was too stunned to move, but Duke quickly corrected that, leaning down to my head and lightly baring his teeth, growling. I panicked, but I was already on my back, and that’s when I understood what he wanted. He… wanted me to put it in my mouth again…

He stepped back slightly, his fully hard dogcock now poking against my lips, a slight bit of his precum beading at the tip.

I hesitated, but he growled again, slightly louder this time. I was worried he would wake up Chris or Mary, and scared of his growling, I delicately opened my mouth as he moved forward. The hot musky taste of his cock poked against my lips, easily spearing past into my mouth with the bead of his salty precum dripping onto my tongue.

Duke had stopped growling now that I had complied, and continued to force more of himself in my mouth. My tongue was forced across his cock head, which he seemed to like, sending out a small gush of precum. He continued slipping more and more of himself into me, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper. Then Duke stepped forward, dragging my head and my whole body with his cock lodged in my mouth until he had firmly planted my head against the bottom of the cage.

Now that he was at an optimal angle, and with my head pinned between his cock and the bedding, he started thrusting fast.

I tried to remember how to breathe, using my nose as he pulled back and back in. I could hear him panting above me, as the tip of his dogcock edged into the back of my throat. He continued hammering in my mouth for what felt like a solid minute as his balls repeatedly slapped my chin. His shaft began to grow harder and harder, and before I knew it, he had pressed his whole cock into my throat as a part of the base of it began to swell in my mouth.

He gave a few hard final thrusts, ensuring he was deep as he could go, until now the base of his cock had swelled so much my mouth was locked with it inside. He couldn’t pull his cock out even if he wanted to. But that’s when I felt a new sensation, as his shaft started throbbing and thick shots of warm cum roped into my throat and back up into my mouth, the salty musky taste of his cum locked in my mouth around the big bulb part of his cock. My tongue had no other place to go than mashed up against it, repeatedly tasting the cum or his cock.

I had no choice but to swallow some of his cum, as his shot directly down my throat. I made sure to breathe through my nose, as Duke shot load after load of his dog cum deep in my throat.

After what felt like a minute of straight Duke cumming, he finally relaxed, or so I thought. There was a brief period of rest, but then, I felt his shaft throbbing and pressing into me again. Even with that thing locked in my mouth, he continued to thrust however much he could until I felt another liquid shooting into my throat. I could feel the vibration of it running through him, but it was different this time. It was a steady, hard stream, now, not like the jet/roping of his cum.

It mostly went straight down my throat until I couldn’t handle the amount, and it began overflowing back into my mouth. When it did, the taste hit my tongue, and the realization was instant.

Was he peeing in my mouth!? I tried to pull off, but the thick part of his shaft had locked me in place. As if detecting my resistance, Duke lowered and growled at me, and thrust his cock hard back into my throat. He lowered his body down, somehow forcing it even deeper in me and with more pressure as he sat on me, balls resting against my face and his furry underbelly pushing against my face.

The signal was clear: to submit and just take it, and that’s all I could do as his pee filled directly into me. I had to swallow to breathe, simply lying there and letting it happen.

After what felt like forever, he finally stopped and was content to just lie there on top of me. With his weight securely holding me down, I was powerless to move, and after a few minutes, the sound of his steady breathing, as though he had started to sleep, began to set in.

The thick, meaty part of his cock was still locking him to my mouth, and no matter how I tried to pull it out, it was simply too big to come out of me. Giving up, there was nothing else I could do but wait, and with how tired I already was, I started to fall asleep. I just hoped by the time it was morning, Chris and Mary wouldn’t see.

As I drifted off, the worst part of it all was the nagging arousal in the back of my mind, and that I could still feel my cage twitching…

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My eyes remained closed, but the odd sensation of the bedding beneath me—swaying as if suspended in midair—drew my attention.

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I peeked out, the morning light immediately burning my eyes. Was I outside?

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As my eyes adjusted, my situation became clear. The rhythmic sway of the cage matched Chris’s walking pace—he was carrying my entire cage outside into the yard.

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I looked through the bars, spotting Duke following just under me, staring up at me in my cage.

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“s–sir?”

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Suddenly, Chris set the cage down in the grass, kneeling down to look at me. He took a big sigh, then addressed me. “Did you pee in your cage, Ash?”

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My eyes went wide, mortified, and jolted me awake to my full senses. If I told him it was Duke, would that… really make the situation more or less embarrassing?

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“Ash!?” Chris looked angry; at least his tone of voice didn’t sound happy.

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“I…–iit… uhm…” I stammered and hesitated; I didn't even know what to say. Would Chris even believe me if I said it was Duke? After all, I’d been locked in the cage all night.

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But before I could figure out a response, Chris had had enough.

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“Bad boy.” The words stung as Chris began to unlock the cage and reached his hands inside.

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“You had every opportunity yesterday to go outside! Now I’ll have to clean this.” Chris felt the bedding and then turned his hands towards me. “See this?”

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Chris’ hands locked onto my head, eliciting a whine from my lips as he pulled me downwards.

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“All this… bad.”

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He pushed my head against the bedding, my eyes barely able to see Duke watching from outside the cage as Chris gently pressed my face down.

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“On our big day too!” Chris said, pressing me further into the fur.

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The feeling horrified me. Although some of it had dried, my face was still soaked. Duke’s urine had seeped through the fur bedding, covering my skin. The smell was strong, and I was completely defenseless as some of it forced its way over my lips and into my mouth.

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For a moment, I could barely breathe, forced to swallow as Chris let go of my head.

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“We're going to go outside from now on, yes?” Chris demanded, the anger in his voice fading.

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Still reeling, but relieved it was over, I managed a broken whisper. “I… y–yes, s—sir.”

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“Good. Good boy.” Chris patted my head, completely reversing the emotional state of the situation. I melted into his hand, eager to see him happy with me again. I did not like it when he was angry. “See? See how we handled that? It was immediately addressed and moved on. That’s how it will be”

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I nodded my head, the feeling of Duke’s urine still fresh on my face though.

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“Come on, I’ll get you cleaned up. It’s time for your new outfit anyway.” Chris led me outside of the cage, Duke again swarming my face with a frantic, happy sniff.

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Still barely awake and trying to recover, I followed Chris back into the house. I stretched as best I could along the way, hardly ready to face the day.

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We made our way up the stairs while Chris explained the plan for the day. “I had meant to start with your uniform, but I had to get your cage outside—I don’t want any of that on the carpet. Okay?”

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“Yes, s–sir,” I nodded, not about to argue. There was no way I was going to tell him I’d slept in Duke’s urine.

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We reached the bathroom, Chris closing the door behind us, leaving Duke out. He took a towel, dipped it in warm water, and began cleaning my face. Once he had thoroughly wiped my face, he began giving me new instructions.

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“Alright, now that that’s done, we can really get started. First, we need to get you fully washed.” Chris turned on the water to the bathtub, and I froze as I caught his meaning.

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“Y–you're giving me a bath, s-sir?” I asked in a whisper.

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“I’ve got to make sure you're all clean before you get your brand new uniform, alright?” The water began to rise in the tub, as it became clear I needed to undress.

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I struggled for a moment getting my dress off.

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“Here, let me help you.” Chris took hold of my dress, easily slipping it up and over my head, leaving my whole upper body exposed.

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Nervously, I began to shake as he moved to my lower half. He easily undid my skirt, letting it slip down my legs. Then his fingers slid under my panties, gently but firmly pulling them down my thighs, over my legs and ankles, until they slipped off my feet.

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The cold air of the bathroom brushed across my exposed lower body, making me acutely aware of how exposed I was from behind.

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“There we go, all done,” Chris commented, plopping down on both knees beside me. “How’s the fit of your cage, Ash? Still working?”

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Chris reached a big hand down to my flat cage, sending a shiver up my spine as he easily grabbed hold of it, dwarfing the entire thing with just one hand. He tugged it a bit, ensuring it was still firmly in place.

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I whimpered a protest, but it sounded more pathetic than I intended. “H–hey... s–sir...” The worst part was how sensitive I’d grown there since he’d put it on; his movements made me twitch in my cage, and I was helpless to stop a tingle of warmth from flowing right out of my tip.

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“Ha! Oh wow… definitely working alright… Sheesh Ash… I had no idea you’d be so pent up so quickly.” Chris laughed to himself, withdrawing his hand from my cage as a long, white, stringy line connected his palm to my cage.

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I was mortified, my face burning a hotter red than I ever had before. The worst part was that he was right. Even now, as he teased and mocked… I felt so… desperate. The cage had definitely been working as intended. I didn’t even notice how heavy my breathing had gotten, let alone how many of my inhibitions had begun to slip away.

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“Hey, hey… easy Ash…” Chris cooed above me. “I know it’s not easy… and you must be so desperate by now…”

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“I…I’m trying, sir… it—it’s been getting harder to manage.” I confessed, not even sure what I was hoping to earn from it.

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“And yet you’ve done such a good job so far… not even trying to get out once.” Chris rubbed my head, praising me for my effort. “Gooood boooy.”

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As much as I appreciated his praise, it didn’t make managing my situation any easier. It was like a part of my mind was taking over, a lust-induced part that was desperate for any attention.

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“Just remember, you’ll come right to me if it gets too unbearable. In the meantime, I’ll have to find a way to reward you for doing such a good job. Maybe even some relief. Would you like that, Ash?”

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Eagerly, I nodded my head, reaffirming my agreement with a bit more of a whiny “mhm” than I meant to.

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“Good. Now, let's get you washed up.” Chris' hands sank down into my waist, easily picking me up like I was a doll. Suspended in the air like Duke had done to me, He stepped over to the bathtub and slowly lowered me into the water.

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My foot dipped in first, and after checking in with me that the temperature was okay, he sank me the rest of the way in.

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“There you go! All in. How’s that warm water feel?” Chris asked.

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“G–good sir…” My muscles deeply relaxed into the water. After a few days of crawling, I had to admit this felt good.

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Chris grabbed a bar of soap from a cabinet and turned to me. “Arms.” He said firmly, the instructions clear, to present my arm. I held my arms up to him, and quickly, Chris began applying soap and scrubbing down my arms with his bare hands. He was very thorough, not missing a single spot.

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Once he was done with my arms, he moved to the next. “Right leg.”

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Following his instruction, I awkwardly lifted my right leg from all fours, placing my knee on the edge of the tub like a dog lifting its leg to pee. Both his hands worked soap into my smooth legs, massaging and kneading them thoroughly.

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It was hard not to enjoy it. I'm sure Chris felt like he was just washing, but his strong hands and our size difference made it feel more like a warm, soapy massage. And after all the… liquids that had touched me, I was more than happy to get washed off.

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His hands moved up to my thigh, and my cage twitched again as he worked all across my bare thigh.

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“Left leg.” He thoroughly repeated the same on the other side, not missing a single spot. He went all the way up to my cage this time, gently scrubbing around it and pouring a bit of soapy water over it.

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“Turn.” He issued the instruction, and for the first time in the bath I hesitated. Turn… like, away from him…?

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Chris noticed my reluctance and began effortlessly turning me with a nudge against my hip. “Ash? Turn.”

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There was no use delaying, so I let him turn me around, my entire bottom exposed. I started shaking, relieved I didn’t have to look him in the eye as he washed such a private place. But instead of a rough hand, I felt his gentle hand on my stomach and lower back.

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“H–hey… Ash… you're shaking… It’s okay… you’re okay… try to relax, buddy.” Chris rubbed his hand on my back, soothing me in a comforting circular motion. “I’m just going to wash you here, okay? You're alright.”

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My breathing was still heavy, but he had calmed me down enough that I had stopped shaking so much.

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“Do you want me to stop?” Chris asked softly, pausing what he was doing.

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It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be clean, or that any of what Chris was doing was the problem. It was just… embarrassing to me.

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“u—uh—i… n–no.” I finally answered.

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Chris continued, pressing his big hands around my lower back. He scrubbed and massaged, and truthfully, I didn’t know how much I needed it. But my attention was drawn away immediately as my breath caught in my throat.

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Chris’ hands washed around my butt, grabbing and groping my cheeks. I buried my head down, trying to hide my face so he couldn’t see my reaction. But his hands pressed inward, and like it was no big deal at all, his fingers felt all over my little hole, massaging soap and water all in between my cheeks and rubbing right at my entrance. I couldn’t help myself; his hands gave me a tickly feeling right at my entrance. I felt myself clench as a big twitch of my cage sent another hot wave out of my tip, spilling through my cage and into the water.

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As if to make things worse, Chris just had to comment. “Oh… my my, someone's on a hair trigger… just don’t catch one of my fingers doing that, or I might go all the way in.”

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Part of me considered his words. The sensation of his fingers around my most sensitive spot made my mind wander. I wanted him to slip a finger inside—my body growing desperate to scratch an itch I hadn't felt before.

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But to the disappointment of that part of my brain, Chris finally moved on and started cleaning my upper back. I snapped myself out of those dirty thoughts and grounded myself in reality.

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Chris worked diligently on my upper back, then worked on my chest and stomach. “Almost done, just got a little bit more to cover.”

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His fingers brushed across my nipples, sending a shudder down my spine. I felt so small with his big hands moving over my waist and chest.

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“Turn.” he instructed, and I faced him. He gently massaged my scalp, running his hands through my hair. It was hard not to enjoy the soothing feel of his fingers moving through my shampooed hair.

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But once he was finally done, he poured water over my hair and rinsed me until there was no soap left. He pulled the drain stopper out, allowing the water to slowly drain.

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He picked me up out of the tub and set me down on the floor. I was still getting used to being lifted like that—a strange helplessness came with being suspended in the air, especially while naked.

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Chris grabbed a warm towel and dried me off firmly. “Alright, do me a favor, I’m going to get your uniform. Close your eyes for me? I want it to be a surprise.”

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I did as he said, and I didn’t have to wait long. Chris came back into the room, the sound of fabric dragging against the floor.

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“Just keep your eyes closed, I’m going to put it on you now, okay?”

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Chris set me down on my back. I did my best to cooperate, but without being able to see, every touch sent a shiver up my spine.

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He started with my legs, bending my knees so my feet were tucked back against my butt—a position that felt awkward and exposed. Then he moved to my arms, folding them at the elbows and securing my hands against my shoulders and upper arms.

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“Alright, good, now the next part,” Chris said, ensuring I kept my eyes shut.

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He began sliding something soft and furry up my knees, locking them into position. The material was skin-tight and felt like silicone, stretching smoothly over my hips. I could feel my flat cage fitting snugly into a special compartment. It almost felt like a second skin rolling over me, enclosing me bit by bit. This was certainly an unusual uniform…

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The temptation to open my eyes was high, but I knew it would get me in trouble, so I did as he said.

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The material gripped my stomach, sealing itself to my skin almost like a vacuum. It continued up my chest, encasing my arms, and finally wrapped around my neck.

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“Okay, okay now…” Chris muttered to himself beside me as he fitted what must have been the final piece over my head. It felt strange—almost like a helmet, but thin and incredibly light. It was more like a delicate bodysuit than anything else.

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Once Chris finished, he nudged me over. I tried to get up on all fours—hands and knees—but immediately toppled over.

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“Oh, sorry, Ash, I should have warned you,” Chris said, grabbing my arms and positioning me on my elbows, which now had a strange kind of padding beneath them. My knees, I realized, were padded too.

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I was upright now, but something definitely felt… off.

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“You look so cute, it's perfect! Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Chris said, stepping back from me.

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Nervously, I opened my eyes, immediately trying to take in just what Chris had made.

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My jaw dropped. When I looked down at the floor—where I used to place my hands to crawl on all fours—there were now two paws covered in soft, clean white fur. I moved my elbow experimentally and realized I couldn't use my hands at all; instead, my elbows were fitted into cushioned paws, each with pink toe shapes on the bottom.

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I looked further beneath me and saw nothing but more soft, realistic white fur. It stretched all the way down my stomach and legs, and—

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My eyes widened.

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There was a small patch of the uniform not covered in fur. Right at my hip, I saw my flat cage, pressed tightly against my body.

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“Isn’t it great?!” Chris asked enthusiastically. “Oh, here, let me show you.”

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I felt Chris's hands slip easily around my waist, one pressing into my soft fur at my stomach, the other supporting my weight by gently wrapping around my neck. If I’d felt helpless being picked up before, I had even less control now. With my arms and legs locked in place, all I could do was wiggle my hips. As he picked me up, he pointed forward to a mirror I hadn’t even seen because of my usual posture.

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And I saw myself.

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Chris held me firmly in his arms, and for a moment, it felt like I was staring at Duke’s doll—except it was actually me. My whole body was encased in a skintight, furred suit that made me look exactly like a dog. My elbows and knees were locked into paws, my underbelly covered in soft white fur, and the fur on my back and head was a contrasting dark grey and black. My head was capped with what could only be described as a realistic dog mask, complete with furred, dog-like ears and openings only for my mouth and eyes.

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I was too shocked to even say anything, and that was before I realized the worst part.

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Chris spun me around, and I noticed another opening in the suit—right where my hole was, leaving me completely exposed.

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I started to protest. “S—sir… my— I’m not covered back there?”

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Chris looked at me through the mirror. “Sorry, but I can’t take it off ya everytime you use the bathroom. This way, it’s super easy for you.”

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“I…” I trailed off. He had a point, but it still felt like too much. Before I could say more, Chris set me down on the ground, kneeling in front of my face.

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“So, Mary and I came to a decision yesterday, and I’ve put the rest of it together now.” Chris paused before beginning again. “Mary will be taking over as my maid. It just makes the most sense, with her being able to stand, and with you doing such a great job with Duke, there was a perfect compromise."

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Anxiety crept in as I worried what this meant for my job.

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Chris hushed me, placing a finger against my lips. “So, about your job—I won’t need you as a maid anymore…”

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“W—what! But… sir…”

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“Hang on, Ash, let me finish,” Chris explained, trying to calm me down. “But I’ve been watching you with Duke these past few days, and how amazing you’ve been for him and his behavior. It made me realize, maybe I don’t need a dog sitter either.”

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I tilted my head, uncertain where this was going.

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“What he really needs is… a friend—you know? Like—another dog.”

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My face went still as I realized what he meant.

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“So from now on, and starting today, you’ll be the newest dog in the house. Your main job will be to, you know, be like Duke’s best friend. Go where he goes, play with him, keep him out of bad behavior, and do whatever keeps him happy.”

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Chris must have sensed the expression on my face was more one of apprehension than excitement, and he tried to ease me into it.

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“Oh, don’t be like that! You’ve been doing such a great job with him already. How was this any different? Here, let me show you something.”

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Chris grabbed a razor from one of the drawers and brought it up to my wrist.

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“H–hey! What are you—you're going to cut me!” I yelped. But when Chris slid the razor against my furred arm, I felt nothing.

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“See!? Perfectly scratch and cut proof. Just like I promised, Duke won’t be hurtin’ ya.”

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It was a relief knowing I wouldn’t be scratched again, but he didn’t have to scare me by using a razor like that. I felt my nerves trying to settle down.

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“Isn’t it great? Why don’t you try moving around in it? See how good the padding is.” Chris instructed.

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I tried to move around, but it was like learning to walk all over again. Awkwardly, I shuffled along on my elbows. The padding made it softer and easier on my arms, but it also slowed me down and left me with less control.

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“It is.. softer on me actually,” I commented.

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“See, you're getting it already! You’ll be a natural in no time.” Chris exclaimed, clearly excited.

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I guess this wasn’t really any different than what I was doing before anyway, and at least now I had some protection from Duke…

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“And take a look at this!” Chris grabbed something behind me, and for the first time, I noticed its weight. “Your tail!”

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Chris held a light, white, and black-furred tail that attached right where my tailbone was. He gave it a gentle tug, and I felt my lower body yanking in his direction.

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“w–woah..” I yelped, not expecting to be tugged like that.

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“Now that your uniform’s set, we need to go over a few new rules since you’re no longer a maid.”

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Chris took a moment, releasing my tail and stepping back into view.

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“First, Mary will be in charge of you two—whatever she says, goes. Second, if Duke misbehaves, I’ll hold you responsible too. It’s on you now to help keep him in line. Third, I don’t want Duke thinking I’m playing favorites, so you won’t get any special treatment. That also means you’ll be sleeping outside with Duke from now on—unless we say otherwise.”

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“I…. y–yes, sir.” I nodded, not feeling like I had much say.

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“Good boy…” Chris praised, rubbing the soft fur on my head. My mind melted again; it felt especially good in this suit. “Now, let’s see what Duke thinks.”

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Chris motioned to the bathroom door, the dark shadow of Duke visible underneath it.

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I turned to face the door, instinctively straightening up for Duke to see me—even though my posture was already fixed by the suit.

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“Ready, Duke, okay!” Chris swung open the door, and immediately Duke surged into the room. But instead of being happy, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me.

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He growled, tensing as if ready to attack. I whimpered in fear, dropping my elbows until my head rested on the floor and my butt stuck up in the air. Duke approached, sniffing my head just like he did the first time we met.

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But as quickly as he growled, Duke began jumping in excitement. His tail thumped against me as he sniffed all over me.

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“Well, look at that! He didn’t even recognize you at first! Thought you were a real other dog… haha.” Chris laughed to himself as Duke circled around to my face, licking and slobbering all over my face.

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Normally, I could have brushed it off, but in my new uniform and my arms locked, I was defenseless against him. Chris didn’t seem bothered as Duke’s tongue slobbered all over my exposed face. I did my best to seal my lips to avoid it.

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“Do you like your new friend, Duke!? Yes, you do!” Chris petted Duke, and then I felt his hand rub across the fur on my upper back. “You look like a little puppy next to him, you know that?”

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“H–he is a lot bigger.” I reminded him.

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“Be nice to Ash, okay, Duke?” Chris instructed him, standing back up.

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Just then, there was a ring of the doorbell.

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“Ah! Perfect timing. Seems Mary's here early! She must really be excited. Come, you two.” Chris signaled for Duke and me to follow him, and we did.

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As we went downstairs, Duke’s excitement was obvious. He was more frantic than usual, sticking to me like a hawk and refusing to let me stray for even a moment. But I was too occupied with the growing nervousness in the back of my mind, as we moved closer to the door to see Mary. Chris neared the door and slowly opened it to reveal Mary stepping inside, an excited look on her face.

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“Hey!!!!” To my surprise, she jumped with joy, pulling Chris in for a hug. “I’m so ready to get started!”

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“Wow, I see that! And—is… is that perfume you're wearing? You smell amazing.” Chris commented, pulling back from their hug.

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A tinge of red entered Mary’s cheeks. “Y–yes… y–you like it?”

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“Oh, most definitely, if you smell like that around here, I’ll have to keep you close!” Chris joked.

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Mary giggled, then spotted me behind Chris.

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“Oh my god….! Ash?!” Mary's eyes widened as her jaw dropped, and I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or ashamed. But to my surprise, she instantly dropped down to the floor and petted my head.

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“You look so cute! Oh my gosh!” She ran her hands through my fur, scritching my head and back. For a moment, I had to readjust to the situation. I’d started to enjoy it when Chris did it, but with Mary, it felt almost magical to be petted and called cute. I melted into her hand, forgetting everything else.

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“And you're so soft! These ears and tails… so realistic!” Mary shot a look back and forth between Chris and me, as if impressed with his work. “You look just like a cute dog—or, like a puppy next to Duke, I should say.”

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Mary looked over at Duke, gauging his reaction.

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“And what about you, Duke? Do you like the new puppy in the house?” As if being egged on, Duke began to step around excitedly and licked my face again.

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“I’ll take that as a yes! You did an amazing job with this, Chris.” Mary complimented.

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“Oh, thank you, I appreciate that. I spent a lot of time yesterday making it, and didn't even eat dinner, actually trying to get it done.” Chris replied, rubbing his eyes as if showing he was still tired.

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“That’s awful… You must be starving. S–Should I go ahead and make you something?” Mary asked nervously.

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“Oh, don’t worry about it. I can make it till lunch. Let me show you to your room upstairs, and get you situated first. I’ve got a few rules and things we need to discuss first.” Chris turned to go back upstairs, signaling for Mary to come with him.

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I started to follow, but Chris stopped me. “Actually, Ash and Duke, you both can stay down here now. Or go outside if you’d like, I’ll be busy settling Mary in.”

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Reluctantly, I agreed. “Y–yes, sir…”

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I wasn’t expecting that, but I did as he said, waiting while they both made it up the stairs into my old room.

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Just then, Duke nudged me and began sniffing around me again. I started to turn to head downstairs, but it seemed Duke discovered a… vulnerability in the suit.

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He started sniffing near my tail, easily jutting his nose under it, and right then I felt the cold wet jab of his nose right on my hole. The sensation startled me with a little jump, as Duke frantically sniffed me there.

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I couldn’t stop him, but even if I could, it wasn’t like I’d be able to. I could only try to ignore it as I felt his tongue lap across my hole.

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“D–duke.. please… not here.”

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I considered Chris' words. My job was to keep Duke happy now, I suppose I didn’t even have a good reason beyond my own comfort to wave him off.

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But either way, Duke had made it clear. If I protested, he would bark and terrify me, and if I moved, he would growl. So I made sure to keep perfectly still.

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His tongue continued, like he was lapping up water. He licked his tongue roughly across my bare hole, and at first, it just felt like nothing, just wetness. But the worst part was… the way his tongue kept going across it, I felt my cage begin to twitch. I was so pent up, and as he continued to work harder and more determined on my whole, I couldn’t help it… I started to feel the arousal build in me against my will.

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His tongue started… to feel good. My breath got heavier, and my heart raced a bit. I could feel myself subconsciously leaning back against him, unknowingly releasing a nerdy whine from my lips.

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Duke picked up on it, but to my disappointment, he pulled away from my hole to inspect my whine. He nudged his head under me, the top of his nose sliding against my small furred waist, and as I looked down, the evidence of the effect he had on me was clear. Just like before, a steady white stringy liquid hung from my cage, and when Duke’s nose reached my cage, he sniffed at it frantically before licking it up.

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It sent him into a near frenzy, as he came back up to my face and licked again. In a mix of obsessive licking and panting for breaths in between, Duke covered my face in more slobber, obviously very excited that he had gotten a rise out of me.

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But as his tongue seemed to tire and run out of wetness, he motioned to go downstairs. I figured he needed some water after all that, but he didn’t move until I joined him. I followed close after him until we made it back to his playroom.

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Duke immediately went headfirst for his water, immediately slurping it all up. I began to wait patiently for him when I noticed something new down here.

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It was—my food bowl stand. It was empty, but it was curious to see it down here. I didn’t remember Chris moving it down here.

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As Duke finished up the rest of his water, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They sounded lighter than I was used to hearing from Chris.

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I heard the sound of heels clacking against the stairs and then on the hallway flooring. In a way I could hardly describe, each step felt intimidating and built up a reveal. Like the sound of a parent angrily stomping in my direction, I stared at the door, waiting for the footsteps to reveal their source. Duke joined me next, but did not share the same concern.

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Ch5 available in full

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Hello, I've uploaded chapter four of my work on AO3. Reddit has a 40k character limit so some of the story is cutoff.

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“s—sir…?w—what a-re you—”

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“Easy… easy, Ash… you’re alright,” Chris hushed me, gently pulling down my skirt.

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I lay on my back in his office, surrounded by virtual reality cameras. Chris loomed over me, wearing nothing but his boxers. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you… just close those pretty eyes of yours…”

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My heart raced, beating out of my chest as my breath intensified. I whined as Chris' fingers trailed up my legs, groping my hips and slipping up to encircle my whole waist.

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With his hands around my waist, he slid me away from him, eliciting a yelp out of me, and positioning himself just against my pressed-together legs. His hands groped my chest and pinned me to the floor.

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“s–sir… w–we… shouldn’t–”

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I jumped, letting out another pathetic yelp as Chris slapped his hand against my butt, then rested his rough hands against my knees.

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“We should…” Chris said, petting and ruffling his hands through my hair, melting my mind. “Shouldn’t I reward you for being such a good boy…?”

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Just then, his hands pressed downward, parting my knees and then my thighs, allowing him full access to scoot his hips against my bottom.

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He pressed his boxers against my thighs, an outlined figure inside them looming near my cage. One of his fingers trailed across my panties, then sank into them and pulled them.

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“Let me just finish measuring first,” Chris said, and I burst out a moan, his big, rough hands taking my cock between his fingers. It was too much, I pushed my hips upward, against his hand, and rubbed my hard cock…. It feels… so… good……

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“Hey! What’d I say about messing with Ash?” Chris’ voice cut through the air, quiet but firm, somewhere else in the room and pulling me from my sleep.

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My eyes delicately opened, my body fully engulfed in the fur bed of my cage. “W–what… what was that…? Did I have… a wet dream?” I wondered, unable to believe it, but forced to deal with the evidence—the lingering effects of an intense arousal that was slowly fading. I must have been dry humping the bedding.

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A desperate need hovered at the back of my mind, guiding all my movements. Cramped from the cage, I let out a big, lazy yawn and stretched as best I could, accidentally continuing to rub against the fur bedding. It felt so good I couldn’t stop myself; I pushed my flat cage forward, seeking any pleasure I could find. I stifled my whines of pleasure by pressing my arm across my mouth whenever I found the best spots to rub against.

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The clinking of metal continued above me. Eyes half open, I lazily looked up to see what it was.

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It was Duke, right outside my cage, his nose prodded against it, making the metal clink. I kept my eyes low, sure to avoid eye contact, but it was still clear Duke was eager to see me. He stared at me, eyes wide with a passion as his paw and nose nudged against the metal bars of my cage, his breath heavy.

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“Well, I see you’re up! How was it? Slept okay?” Chris interrupted Duke’s nudging against the cage, walking out from the other side of the bed, wearing only a new pair of boxers.

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I tried to focus, doing my best to ignore the obvious tension from my dream, and quickly stopped rubbing against the bedding in case Chris noticed.

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“Ummm… uh— i-it was good… soft, sir.” My voice was soft and sleepy, which, to the cage's credit, had allowed me to sleep very well.

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“That’s great to hear! I was worried it might be too small, but maybe it was just right. Here, let me get you out.” Chris knelt by the cage's front gate, unlocked the door, and swung it open.

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The second it was open, Duke swarmed me, slipping past Chris and aggressively sniffing and licking at my face.

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“Hey! Bad! Duke!” Reluctantly, Duke pulled away, but not before sparing himself even a few more seconds around me. Chris pulled Duke off me, pushing him over to the side of the cage. “Stay.”

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“Gosh, he just couldn’t wait to see ya, could he? Here, let me get that.” Duke waited for now as Chris grabbed a used shirt from his laundry basket and wiped the slobber from my face. I couldn’t help but notice Chris’ scent, and I wasn’t sure if it was just because of the dream, but it smelled really good.

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I started to stretch, moving up to my hands and knees, and that’s when I felt it. I peered down at my panties, and sure enough… There was a big wet spot in the front.

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Even worse though, there was a big wet patch of fur bedding right where my flat cage was pressed against it. My skirt must have moved out of the way while I slept. Did I… really have a wet dream about… Chris?

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“There's my boy,” Chris said, ushering me out of the cage and petting my head. I was too focused on making sure he didn’t notice the wet spot, though, to be fully listening.

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But it must have been too obvious…

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“Huh? What’s this?” Chris said, looking into my cage and pointing right at the wet spot on the fur. “Oh… haha, it seems that the new flat cage must be working.”

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I wanted to bury my face in the ground so he couldn’t see me; the embarrassment of it was too much.

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“I… it… m–must have just h-happened in my sleep!” I tried to defend myself, but Chris just kept laughing.

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“Oh come on, you don’t have to try and pretend, Ash… it happens. Especially as pent up as you probably are now.”

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“B-but… I didn’t…” My words sputtered out; I didn’t even know what to say. He was right, and he didn’t even know about my dream.

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He knelt down, comforting me. “Remember, this is the hard part. When you start to feel those urges, you've got to come to me, okay?

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I nodded my head, not wanting to say a word.

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Chris just continued comforting me, his hand petting and running through my hair.

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“Does that feel good?”

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“W–what?” I asked, realizing I had missed his question.

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He petted my head more pronouncedly now, reiterating his question. “Do you like it when I do this? I realized I never asked ya.”

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I don’t know if it was the dream or his direct private question, but I felt my shyness come flying back to me, my face burning red, and I couldn’t get any words out.

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“Ah, don’t worry, you can tell me, I don’t mind.” Chris looked over me, undoubtedly seeing my flushed face. “How about just nodding your head then?”

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Nervously, I nodded my head up and down.

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“Hehe, I figured you did.” Chris’ hands slipped lower now, scritching behind my ears. I just let him do it, the pleasurable feeling of his hand just relaxing me as I realized he was still wearing nothing but his boxers in my peripheral vision.

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But much to my disappointment, he stopped, withdrawing his hand from my head, and began putting on a fresh t-shirt. “Don’t worry, today should be a much easier day than yesterday. We’ll probably spend most of the day with our visitor, which I’m sure you’ll be excited about.”

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“W–who is the visitor, sir?” I had a good idea, but I wanted to know for sure.

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A grin crossed his face. “You haven’t figured it out? It’s Mary of course! I said you liked her,” Chris added, watching my reaction.

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Mary… is coming!? “s-she is?

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“Yep! Did you not want her to come or something?” Chris asked, confused.

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“N–no, nothing like that… I was just surprised, that’s all.”

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“Okay, good, that would have been awkward. She’s going to get here around lunchtime. If you don’t mind just taking Duke out, we’ll skip breakfast ‘cause we’ll probably all eat together once she gets here. Then we can show her around a bit, too, like we did when you first got here.”

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“Y-yes, sir, I’ll get right on it.”

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I began making my way downstairs, Duke again glued to my side.

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I still couldn’t believe that dream I had, but fortunately, it wasn’t like anyone could read my mind. Chris would luckily never know.

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Duke and I made it to his playroom, where I refilled his water dish and tidied up. If Mary were going to come here, I should make sure it looks nice.

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As I looked around, I noticed Duke’s doll still seemed completely untouched, which piqued my curiosity. I thought he would, I don’t know… mess with it even once? I don’t know…

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I picked up the last of his chew toys strewn across the floor, and once the place was clean and settled, we both went outside through the doggy door.

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Unlike the last few times, Duke didn’t go bolting out into the field. He stayed around me, even as I tried to distract him. I even threw his red ball to play fetch, but his head just watched it fly in the air before returning to me.

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“Come on, Duke. Don’t you want to play…?” I asked, of course, to no response. I raised my hand to his head, petting and scratching, trying to ease him up. “It’s okay…”

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I don’t know what had gotten into him, but even the petting didn’t seem to work. By now, we had gone so far out from the house that we came up to his doghouse. A part of me was curious to see what it was like there, especially since it was so big.

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I reached the front entrance, which was similar in size to the doggy door at the house. I was about to peek inside when I suddenly felt the overbearing weight of Duke’s shoulder nudging into me.

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“Ahh… Duke… do you always have to push me?” I said, expecting some kind of response.

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But Duke began sniffing around me near my skirt, as if he had caught the scent of something. He pressed his snout just under my hip bone and, with a single step, moved forward, effortlessly knocking me over onto my back.

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“o–ouch… geez d–duke… becareful…”

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But he ignored me, his breath picking up as he got near the front of my skirt. It was like he got sent into a… frenzy. He easily bit and pawed into my skirt, pulling it down and revealing my panties.

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“h–hey… w-what are you—”

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Duke barked, and I whimpered in fear as teeth barred up to my face. The message was clear, and so I shut my mouth, making sure to stay silent.

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His nose jabbed into the wet spot on my panties, sniffing obsessively and roughly pawing at the fabric. His nails even dug into me a bit, lightly scratching my skin.

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But he didn’t stop there; he began licking the wet spot on my panties with a focused effort. I could feel his tongue pulling the fabric up with the strength of his licks, even feeling the pressure against my cage.

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When he was done, he moved his head over to my face, aggressively licking and slobber covering my face. I wanted to shield it from me, but I didn’t dare move, afraid of what he might do.

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Backing off from my face, he took another step back, this time latching his teeth into the side of my dress. It caused me to drag along with him when he pulled, forcing me back up onto my hands and knees.

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Then, his teeth dug into my dress like before, easily sinking into it and lifting upward. I felt my hands and knees leave the ground, completely suspended, as Duke began to move into his dog house.

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He stepped through the door, carrying me with his mouth like some sort of dog bone, and dropped me down in the center of the dog house. It was plain inside, with no real furniture or anything, just the same soft fur that lined my cage.

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Before I knew what was happening, a crushing weight collapsed on top of my lower back. My knees and arms buckled, barely able to steady themselves under the large furred body of Duke. He was sideways, resting perpendicular against my back as two rough, furred paws wrapped around my side.

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I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he nearly tipped me over again when his hips started thrusting into my side. I couldn’t even get hold of my bearings; the speed and strength of his movements took all my concentration to stay upright.

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Then, something hard poked against my waist, jabbing into me with every thrust of Duke’s hips. Duke was panting over me, getting into the same rhythm as when his hips pushed against me.

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Is he…humping my waist??? Is that hard thing his… cock? It felt like someone was punching me.

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Duke continued humping, harder and faster, until eventually he let out a frustrated-sounding “ruff” as his paws slipped off my waist. His nails accidentally scratched my skin through the dress on their way back to the ground.

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With his back legs on one side of me, his front paws on my other, Duke stepped over my head, his cock poking into the back of my head as he walked over top of me. But instead of continuing, he just stood there, his cock dangling right in front of my face. I couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized at it again. It looked much bigger than it normally was. This time, there was a big, thick part at its base, and, unmistakably, a white, stringy liquid hung from the tip.

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I was stuck waiting for him to move, his back legs blocking me and his cock in front of me. He recovered for a bit longer, until finally he stepped forward over me.

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whew… I breathed a sigh of relief as Duke laid down next to me, panting.

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As my nerves from it all calmed down, I started to feel the irritation and pain of the accidental scratches Duke had made on me.

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I looked over my dress, and somehow it wasn’t torn. There were a few holes and puncture marks, but nothing too obvious. Either way, Chris wasn’t going to be happy about this. And he was going to find out eventually. Not to mention, I think I used up all my luck yesterday when he thought it was Duke that smelled of pee.

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Speaking of which, Duke still hadn’t used the bathroom—the whole reason we came out here in the first place. I turned back to the entrance of the doghouse, but my hand brushed against something plasticky.

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I looked down, and sure enough, it was my headband, the same one that Duke had taken. I went to pick it up, but once I did, I realized my mistake.

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The odor of dog pee instantly hit my nose, and I dropped it quickly. “Ugh! D–Duke, come on!” I said, expressing my frustration.

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I was tempted to bring it back inside and try to clean it, but I just resigned myself to leaving it here. It was probably ruined now anyway…

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I worried for a moment that Duke was just going to stay in here, and I wouldn’t be able to get him to go to the bathroom, but the second I started going through the entrance door, he was right behind me.

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With whatever it was he was doing to me in the doghouse behind him, Duke took off through the yard, picking up his red ball and running around.

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I was content to just watch him for now; surely, he would tire himself out. It would be best if he tired himself out now too, before Mary got here.

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But as the time went by, and after I even played a bit more fetch with him, Duke still wouldn’t go to the bathroom. I was sure it would come back to bite me later, but I guess he just didn’t have to go right now.

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“Alright, Duke… come back inside with me!” I shouted, trying to get his attention from off in the distance.

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He came running towards me, briefly sending a scared shudder through my body. I acted on instinct, straightening my posture, arching my back and lowering my head.

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When he got to me, he seemed satisfied with my response, licking my face and standing beside me.

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“Come on, we’re going back, Duke, we’ve got a guest coming, can’t be late.”

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We made our way back to the playroom, Duke lapping up nearly his whole water dish, practically ensuring he was going to need to go back out later.

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Once I’d refilled it, we went upstairs, and I heard Chris in the kitchen.

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“You okay? Took you both a while.” Chris commented as I walked into the kitchen

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“Y–yes, sir… sorry, I tried, but Duke didn’t have to go, I guess.”

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“Huh, well, knowing my luck, I’m sure as soon as Mary gets here, he’ll have to go. Just keep an eye on him in case he seems like he needs to go.”

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“y-yes sir…but uh,” I hesitated, not sure if now was really the time to mention it.

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“Yeah?” Chris asked.

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“Um, Duke and I were outside and…um,” it occurred to me now, how… was I supposed to explain the scratches…? “He, uh, accidentally scratched my dress.”

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“What! How did that happen? Where?” Chris shot a scornful look at Duke, but his concern was as endearing as it was invasive. It made it harder to avoid telling him exactly what had happened.

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I pointed to the marks and teeth holes, and without warning, Chris yanked up my dress, inspecting my skin.

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“Oh come on, you're bleeding, Ash!” Chris moved with purpose, retrieving a first aid kit from the pantry and pulling out Band-Aids.

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While the scratches had stung a little, I was a little shocked. I didn’t think Duke had drawn blood. And, if he did, I don’t think he meant to.

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“How did it happen?” Chris asked again, forcing my hand.

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“w-well… we were checking out his doghouse… and—”

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Chris cut me off. “Wait—you went into his doghouse?”

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I nodded my head.“Mhm…?”

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“Huh.” Chris looked puzzled for a moment, but shook out of it. “Sorry, continue.”

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“Am I not supposed to go in there?” I asked, wondering what the confusion was.

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“No, no… I mean, you can, I’m just surprised. Duke doesn’t even like when I go near it.”

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I considered his words, but I noted that I hadn’t even tried to go in; Duke had taken me in there. Either way, I continued explaining what happened.

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“Once we were inside, I guess he got excited and… h–he jumped… or stood over top of me, and his paws accidentally caught me with his nails.”

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Chris just shook his head. “I can stand Duke messing with me, but you’ve been nothing but nice to him. I should have known the way he is with the doll, it’s wrong of me to have you watching over him in just a dress. I’ll have to think of something. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you won’t have any more scratches or blood drawn.”

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“I… yes, t–thank you, sir.” I wasn’t sure what he meant by all that, unless he was planning to declaw Duke, which didn’t sound like something he would do.

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Chris put the last of the Band-Aids on me, fixing my dress back in place and returning to the kitchen island.

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“Sorry about the holes. I don’t have time to patch them up right now, and Mary we’ll be here any minute.”

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The mention of her name gave me goosebumps. It had been a while since I’d seen her, and I was nervous.

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“If you don’t mind, though, just take a good look around. I want to make sure everything is clean before she gets here.”

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“Yes, sir,” I said, quickly turning to do a sweep of the house, making sure I hadn’t missed anything when I cleaned yesterday.

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Duke followed me as I checked around the bathrooms first, moving through all the common areas and hallways, even going upstairs and tidying my old room. Curiously, I couldn’t find my suitcase in there, but I figured Chris must have just moved it somewhere.

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I went back through Chris’ bedroom, making his bed as well as organizing my cage’s bedding, which had been a bit jostled around in my sleep.

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Once I was done, I headed downstairs to the laundry room and made sure everything was in order, double-checking there were no traces of any of Duke’s pee odors lingering anywhere.

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Then, I heard the doorbell ring.

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Duke perked up at the sound, and I felt my nerves shake. That must be her at the door. Something about her here made me so nervous that I had to take a couple of seconds to compose myself.

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I heard Chris’ footsteps near the door, and so I finally left the laundry room and made my way to the front door.

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I got just behind Chris, a little bit off to his side, when he opened the door.

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“Hi! So nice to meet you! I’m Mary.” I couldn’t see her yet, but it was definitely her voice.

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“It’s lovely to meet you as well, Mary! I’m Chris. Welcome to my home.” Chris took her hand and offered her a hand as she stepped inside.

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She stepped into view, as pretty as ever. She was a year older and a little taller than me. She wasn’t exactly skinny, but she was a bit bigger than I was—though that was mostly because of how small I am. Her long brown hair, brown eyes, and a few freckles on her cheeks and nose made her stand out. She wore a t-shirt and short shorts.

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“Wow! Ash failed to mention just how pretty you are, Mary!” Chris complimented.

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I saw a bit of blush on Mary’s face. “O–oh, thank you! You know, you’re pretty handsome yourself.” Mary replied.

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“Haha, you flatter me. But, eh, would you mind taking your shoes off?” Chris said, much like he did with me. “Sorry, just a rule about shoes on in the house.”

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“Oh, sure! Where should I put them?” Mary asked, the door still blocking me from view.

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“Here, I can take them for you. Let’s just get you inside. I know it’s hot out there today.” Chris offered.

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“Sure, here you go.” Mary took off her shoes, and I noticed she was wearing our matching Converse set. As soon as she got them off, she handed them to Chris, who closed the door behind her and left for the mudroom, revealing Duke and me.

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“Asher!? Hey! Oh my god, you look adorable in that outfit!” Mary saw me on the floor, and surprisingly, there was no reaction from Duke at all.

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“Hi, m—Mary! I-it’s nice to see you!” I said nervously, my breath catching in my throat.

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“W–what uh, what are you doing on the floor?” She asked confusedly, but quickly was distracted when she spotted Duke.

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“And who is this Gigantic dog!?” Excitedly, Mary came right up to Duke, who sat firmly next to me, taking no issue at all with Mary standing.

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To my further surprise, Mary immediately began petting Duke on the head, Duke quickly responding by licking her hands and panting with excitement.

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A strange emotion crept through me, like a weight on my chest. How did she get on Duke’s good side so fast? It made me feel… jealous.

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Just then, Chris came back empty handed noe, seeming almost as shocked as I was at Dukes behavior.

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“Wow, Mary, impressive… Most people usually get a growl when they meet him, if they’re lucky. You like dogs?” Chris asked.

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“Oh, I love dogs! Always have, my aunt was a dog trainer you know. I used to help her out all the time. What’s his name?” Mary asked.

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“Duke. He’s a big one, ain’t he?” Chris added

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Mary nodded. “Yeah, I’d say… He’s almost as tall as I am!”

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Mary then turned back to me. “So… what are you doing on the floor again, Asher? Did you drop something?”

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I was about to try to explain, but I looked up to Chris, hoping he could explain it better than I could.

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“Sorry, Mary, I know it must seem strange, but it’s just this thing with Duke. He’s real territorial, and since I raised him, he’s fine with me, but I think he sees Ash here as a threat or… competition. So he’s gotta stay low so Duke doesn’t think he’s ‘challenging’ him, so to speak. If that makes sense.”

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“Oh, he must not be neutered then,” Mary said, as if that explained it all away. “My aunt used to have trouble with that. Dogs would seem fine, but every once in a while, they would react badly to a guy coming around.”

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“See? You get it. And to answer your other question… No. Same thing I told Ash when he got here, my Duke’s a purebred Mastiff, and I couldn’t stand to neuter him.”

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Mary nodded her head, “No, I get that completely… I’m against a lot of those kinds of optional surgeries, declawing in particular.”

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“Well, I’m glad we’re in agreement there. So did you want to take a tour of the house? Or are you feeling hungry?” Chris asked.

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“Do you mind if we could take a look around? Your house is so fancy, I’m kinda interested to see everything.” Mary said excitedly.

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“Sure, of course, come on.” I followed Chris and Mary to the kitchen, with Chris explaining his background and the padded-floor engineering on the way.

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“Wow… this kitchen is amazing. I would love to have something like this if I ever got a house…” Mary said.

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“Heh, Ash loved it too when he first saw it,” Chris added.

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“I imagine you really like the kitchen, Asher? Have you had fun using it?” Mary asked.

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“It is really nice, although I haven’t had much chance to use all this stuff,” I reminded her. Being down on the floor makes it impossible for me to actually use most of it.

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“Oh, sorry, I guess it would be pretty hard to use all that stuff down there. But how do you cook, then? I thought you were a maid?”

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Chris told her about the electric burners, explaining our system of cooking for each other.

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“Ah, hmm,” Mary said, as though she still didn’t fully understand why Chris cooked with a maid.

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Done with the kitchen, we began making our way down the stairs to Duke’s playroom.

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“I love that skirt on you, by the way, Ash,” Mary said, also using Chris’ nickname for me now. “It looks so cute, it really shows off your small waist.”

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I stammered. “t–thank you…Mary.”

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“And…. Are you… wearing panties…?” Mary asked, my body freezing with embarrassment.

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Seeing as I couldn’t reply, Chris answered for me. “Yes, he is. It’s part of the uniform.”

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“Wow, well, you did a really good job picking it out, it’s very pretty…” Mary said as we reached the basement hallway.

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Chris’s eyes lingered on Mary for a second after she said that, but turned back forward as we got to Duke’s playroom.

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“Here we are, Duke’s playroom. Thanks to Ash here, it’s looking a lot cleaner than it used to.” Chris explained.

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“Wow… so many toys… and what’s that?” Mary asked, pointing to the obvious giant dog doll in the center of the room.

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“Oh, haha, yea that’s Duke’s ‘girlfriend’. A stuffed doll I made for him. Since he’s not neutered, I had to get him something or else he was going to tear up the whole house and pee everywhere.”

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“That’s the biggest stuffed animal I’ve ever seen. It looks… pretty clean and neat though, does he… use it?” Mary asked.

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“It’s funny you should say that. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but he used to use it every day. He kept breaking it and ripping it up, and now he doesn’t even look at it.” Chris replied.

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Mary stepped over to Duke and me now, petting his head and talking to Duke. “What’s wrong, Duke? Don’t like your girlfriend anymore? Did you two break up?” Mary joked.

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Duke was happy to receive the petting beside me, but he never left my side for a moment. In a strange way, I was pleased after everything I’d gone through to get him comfortable with me that he stayed by my side. Even if he enjoyed Mary’s attention and didn’t have the same rules for her, it was reassuring that he chose to stay by me.

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“Gosh, he will not leave your side, will he, Ash? He must really like you.” Mary added.

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“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, I guess?” Chris joked, chuckling to himself.

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I gained a new appreciation for Duke sticking by me now, maybe he really did like me. Surely it wasn’t just because I made him some food that he was with me all the time…

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As if to prove the point, I suddenly felt his breath on my legs. Duke had gotten up as Chris and Mary looked outside, sniffing around my thighs.

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“please… not now d-duke…”

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As Chris and Mary looked at the doggy door now, I felt Duke heft up on my back again, his paws ripping back into my side. It was painful, but not so much that I made a noise. He was still perpendicular to me, though this time he was more diagonal… closer to being behind me.

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Much like earlier, Duke began to move his hips, humping and thrusting at the side of my thigh and waist.

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Chris and Mary just continued talking, still not seeing what was going on.“Usually, I just let Duke and Ash go through, of course, for Ash, he’s so small it’s no problem, but for Duke—”

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“Hey!” Chris turned when he was talking about Duke, immediately spotting him getting into my back. “Hey! Down! Down!” Chris commanded.

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Mostly out of surprise, Duke quickly stopped, stepping back away from me but roughly pulling his paws off my dress. The result was brutal: a long, sharp scrape of his nails along my lower back, tearing through the fabric and scratching me deeply.

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“AHhhh!” I yelped with pain, collapsing onto my arms.

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“You okay, Ash!?” Mary said, running over to me as Chris pulled Duke away.

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“y–yes, I'm okay… he… he didn’t mean to, he probably just moved too quickly.” As much as it did hurt, I knew Duke didn’t do it intentionally. It was just an accident.

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Chris ran upstairs and back, bringing the first aid kit and tending to the scratches. My face burned red as he hiked up my dress and showed off my whole lower back. “I’m so sorry, Ash, I promised you this wouldn’t happen, I just hadn’t had enough time yet. I swear to you, by tomorrow we’ll have it worked out.”

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It was endearing seeing him care so much for me, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to overreact. There were only a few accidental scratches… it happens. The “pee” incident was more pressing in my mind, but I wasn’t going to tell him about that. Certainly not now with Mary here.

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“What happened?” Mary asked, looking at Chris for an answer.

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“I—I didn’t really see. I just saw him over top of Ash and got him off.” Chris answered.

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Chris and Mary tended to me for a bit longer, and a part of me didn’t mind the attention. If only it weren’t for the fact that they had pulled my dress up. But a few minutes later, they seemed to finish up, pulling my dress back down and standing up.

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Sorry, Ash… does it feel any better now?” Chris asked, closing the first-aid kit.

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“Y–yes… thank you both. What does it look like…?”

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“You’ve got a big line of nail scratches going across your back. It drew a bit of blood, but not like a lot or anything. And uh, your dress is torn.” Mary answered, soothing me with a hand rubbing my back.

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“Sorry, you’ll probably want to go ahead and change your dress…” Chris suggested, looking over the torn fabric. “I guess it’s a good thing we took those measurements, huh?”

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“Yeah… okay, I’ll be right back, okay?” I said, making my way to the stairs.

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“Sure, go ahead, we’ll uh, probably be outside when you come back,” Chris said. “And Duke, you stay.”

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Duke whined as I moved into the hallway, and I overheard Chris calling him outside as he opened the outside door.

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I started my way upstairs, heading to my room to change. It was strange, I had gotten so used to Duke nudging up against me wherever I went, that now, without him, I realized how much I’d been leaning against him to go upstairs quicker.

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I got to my room, grabbed another one-size-up dress, and quickly changed into it. I tucked it under my skirt and adjusted everything so it was on right, and once it was all set, I headed back downstairs.

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I crawled through the doggy door, spotting Chris and Mary standing in the middle of the yard playing fetch with Duke. For the first time, I got to see Duke before he saw me. I watched in real time as Mary threw him his red ball, but he just suddenly stopped, ears perking up and nose sniffing the air. He turned right to me as I stepped into the grass and sprinted toward me.

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He was on me in seconds, like he hadn’t seen me in forever. Panting and licking all over my face, Duke swarmed me as Chris and Mary came over.

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“Wow, he sure is excited to see you!” Mary said, giggling to herself.

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“I didn’t even know you came back out here till he just took off like that…” Chris commented.

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In a weird way, it reassured me that I was still in Duke’s good graces. Especially with Mary here, since Duke had given her far less trouble than he gave me.

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“Gosh, it’s hot out here, y’all bout ready to go back inside? Still got the upstairs to show you.”

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“Yes! Let’s do it! I bet you have some really fancy stuff if it’s anything like your kitchen,” Mary commented.

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“Oh, please, now you're setting your expectations high!” Chris laughed, looking back over to Duke and me. “I know we are going back inside Ash, but would you mind just making sure again that Duke doesn’t need to use the restroom?”

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I hesitated for a moment, but remembered I still needed to be professional even if things felt more casual with Mary here.

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“Y–yes, sir.”

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“Oh wow, Ash…such manners, very maid-like! That’s so cute.” Mary said with that smile of hers that made me melt.

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I blushed, so embarrassed I couldn’t even look her in the face.

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But with that, Duke and I watched in the yard as Chris and Mary started back for the house, slowly getting farther and farther away until they disappeared back inside.

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“Alright, Duke… come on, I’m sure you have to go now, right? I saw you drink all that water.” I said, Duke just scanning the area around us, tongue still hanging from his mouth, panting.

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He looked tired, and it made me want to try and soothe him. I raised my hand up, gently patting his head the way I know he likes.

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“It’s okay, Duke… I don’t blame you for earlier. You didn’t mean to scratch me did you?” I said, continuing to pet him.

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I waited and waited, and after what must have been five or ten minutes, Duke just stood next to me, and never went to the bathroom.

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“What is it today, Duke? No bathroom?”

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With no response from Duke, I couldn’t just wait out here any longer, and so I turned back to the house and headed for the playroom.

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We went through the doggy door, entering the room, and the sound of Chris and Mary’s voices came into earshot.

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“Hey, you two! Y’all ready to eat?” Chris asked, putting his hands on his hips.

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“Yes, sir!” I nodded my head. I actually was pretty hungry. I only ate a few bits of food yesterday.

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The four of us made our way upstairs, Chris and Mary going first. I was thankful, I couldn’t imagine Mary seeing just how short this skirt was. When we all got back to the kitchen, we settled around the kitchen island.

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“Well, Mary, I guess now you’ll get to try some of the food from all these expensive appliances.” Chris commented.

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“I know! I’m actually so excited!” Mary said, practically jumping up and down at the thought.

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Chris’ eyes wandered for a moment, observing Mary’s reaction.

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“I mean, you know if you want…would you want to try it out yourself? Cook, I mean? I only say it because you seem so excited.” Chris offered.

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Mary’s eyes lit up. “Are you for real?”

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“Sure! I don’t see why not.” Chris replied.

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“Well I'd love to, since you're okay with it.” Mary was practically bouncing up and down with excitement.

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“Okay, okay, great. Well, let me know if you need anything. I’ll go ahead and make Duke and Ash’s, if you want to make ours.” Chris said.

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“Why just for us two? Ash can’t have any?” Mary asked, confused.

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“Sorry, Ash’s gotta have like, bite-sized pieces of food, cause he’s eating without a table. But hey, I was just trying to make it easier on ya, if you want to, you’re more than welcome to make one for him too.”

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“Ah… I see what you’re saying. Well, let me just try it, and I’ll make sure to keep that in mind for you, Ash, okay buddy?” Mary said in that soothing voice of hers, I loved.

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“Sounds like a plan then.”

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With that settled, Duke and I hovered close to each other, watching as Chris and Mary worked in the kitchen. Mary sprang from one appliance to the next, testing everything she wanted to try, like it was Christmas. Chris just worked at a steady, casual pace.

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I got a little bored sitting there watching, so I started petting Duke to occupy my time. But halfway through their cooking, I started to notice Chris got that thinking expression on his face. He had stopped cooking Duke’s food for a moment and simply watched Mary as she cooked, and after a while, looked back at me.

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It only lasted a moment, though, and quickly he turned back and resumed cooking.

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A few more minutes passed as the smells of the food filled the kitchen.

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“Mmm… it smells amazing, Duke,” I said, even noticing Duke was licking his lips.

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“Alright, all done!” Mary announced, plating up some of the food. I still couldn’t actually tell what she had made from my point of view, but I knew it smelled good.

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Chris and Mary brought over two plates, setting them down on the table for the two of them before turning to us.

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“I see you both are hungry,” Chris said, setting down four dishes, two for me in my food stand and two for Duke on the floor.

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We both had a water bowl and a bowl of food. Duke had a bowl of chicken and beef mixed with vegetables, and I had a bowl of cubed potatoes, diced grilled chicken, and cut green beans.

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Duke looked over at my bowl, and I realized this was the first time we’d be eating together. But he let out a quiet whine when he saw my bowl, almost like he wanted mine. It was quiet enough that Mary didn’t seem to hear, but Chris had noticed and was observing everything.

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Chris and Mary sat down at the table, but before they did anything, Chris looked over at me. “Wait.”

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I was a little embarrassed getting instructions in front of Mary, but she looked up and must have thought Chris was talking to Duke.

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“This looks so good! I have to try it now.” As soon as Mary took the first bite of food, Chris looked back over to Duke and me. “Eat.”

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With the go-ahead, I leaned my head down, tasting the food, and immediately, I was blown away. It seemed so simple, but all the food was tender, well-seasoned, and tasted like it was from some expert chef. Mary had outdone Chris, and her cooking was like it was nothing.

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Chris seemed to share my opinion, expressing it with eagerness.

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“Wow! Mary… this is… You are a really great cook… holy.”

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Mary blushed, a hand partly covering her face. “Really!? I was so nervous it wasn’t going to be good.”

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“Really… This is amazing.” Chris said.

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Then Mary looked down at me, expecting my opinion.

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“This is really good… You could be a chef, honestly.”

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“I don’t know what to say, thank you both… I’ve always liked cooking, but I haven’t really had much opportunity to cook for other people.” Mary replied.

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To continue:

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/230122321

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Chapter 3 of my work, in full on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/228753241

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Duke ch3

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A weight presses against me on the bed, nudging me closer to the wall and leaving me cramped. Still half asleep, I try to get comfortable, but each time I shift, the space seems to shrink even more.

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I roll to my other side, hoping for a bit more room, but it backfires—the weight immediately settles against me again.

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“w–what… is that…”

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A strong, lightly furred paw drapes over my chest, locking me into the cramped bed and pinning me down. I shift my hips, wiggle my body, and try to slip free, but it’s simply too heavy. Defeated, I lie flat on my back and try to sleep, cramped.

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Luckily, I manage to fall back asleep, but not for long—the weight shifts every so often, and the effortless strength of that pawed arm twists and rolls me across the bed.

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At my wits’ end, I finally curl up next to the weight and manage to get a little more sleep.

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Four… hours… later…

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The weight shifts on the bed, rolling and pressing into my side until it wakes me up.

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“Alright… that’s it…” I finally pull myself up, my arms and legs aching, hands and knees sore.

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Now I see it.

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The weight is Duke, sprawled across nearly the entire bed and leaving me just a tiny sliver of space beside him.

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I was about to—well, I was too scared to scold him, but I would have at least silently shown my annoyance had he been awake. But what really caught my attention was how well I could see Duke; there was far too much light for early morning.

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My door sits open, sunlight shining in—far too bright, more like the afternoon than early morning.

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“Crap… did I oversleep?!” The realization jolts me fully awake. I panic, shuffling off the bed but quickly remembering not to stand up.

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I rummage through my closet, grabbing the only other uniform in my size, and set it on the bed. This time, a pair of pink-and-white-striped panties is attached to the skirt.

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I’m about to put it on when I feel Duke nudging against my bottom.

He arched with a big stretch, hovering next to me and waking up with a big yawn.

Great… How was I supposed to get dressed now? Changing from being down on all fours was already hard enough, but now, with a lack of privacy, it seemed almost impossible.

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It is what it is, I told myself, and so I started changing. I slipped off my headband, which had miraculously stayed on while I slept. Then I took off the thigh-high socks, setting them on the floor with great interest to Duke.

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I slid my skirt down, leaving only the solid pink panties covering my lower body. Finally, I pulled the maid dress over my head, maneuvering it off while struggling to keep my balance.

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Now stripped down to just my underwear, I shivered as the cold air in the room prickled against my skin, making my nipples perk up.

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I grabbed the other pair of panties and pulled down my other pair, revealing my bare hole and pink cage to the room.

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Completely naked and nervous that Chris might see me, I shakily tried to get the new striped panties on.

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Before I realized it, Duke's breath brushed against my bare skin. He sniffed around my midriff and lower back. Knowing him, I tried to slide my panties on quickly, but it was already too late.

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He stepped over to my rear end, one paw between my thighs, blocking me from pulling the panties up.

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“Uh.. Duke.. you–”

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He barked, deep and low, sending a silencing tremor through my body. I knew the routine: as long as I was quiet, looked down, and didn’t move, I’d be fine.

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The cold blunt tip of his nose traced around my bottom, the sharp pang of its touch sending shivers up my stomach. He inched toward my hole, suddenly jabbing right up against it. The hot air of his quickened breaths felt strange there, contrasted by the hard nudge of his nose’s cold wetness.

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I didn’t know what he was doing, but I couldn’t move regardless. Locked forward, back arched, I was simply too scared to resist him.

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After a few moments, Duke finally moved away, freeing my hands. I waited there patiently, until finally he seemed distracted and walked out of the room.

As soon as he left the room, I slid my panties up and secured them over the cage. As I did, a fresh wet spot appeared on the fabric, right where my cage was. I pulled them up, discovering the source: the clear liquid leaking from my cage.

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Still rushing to get ready, worried I had overslept, I quickly put on the rest of my uniform—skirt, thigh-highs, and, once again, no slippers.

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“Okay…that's over…” I soothed myself, crawling outside my room and looking around. Chris's door was open, and after a careful peek from the hallway, his bed was empty too.

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“Ugh… this isn’t good.” Nervous dread builds in the back of my mind. Even though I don’t know the exact time, I can just tell I’ve overslept. I get the feeling I’ve missed the window for making Chris and Duke breakfast on time… I was in such big trouble.

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I make my way downstairs, and the smell of breakfast hits my nose. The nervous dread that’s been building reaches its peak as I turn the corner to the kitchen, awaiting my fate.

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“Well, where have you been?” Chris stood in the kitchen, his arms crossed. I couldn’t even look near him, my eyes digging into the floor.

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“I… I’m so sorry, s-sir, I… I overslept.”

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“Overslept? It’s one in the afternoon!” Chris said, in a voice and tone that suggested I did not need to make the situation worse by talking back.

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Chris steps over to me, gently but firmly patting my head with an open palm—not praiseful at all. “Bad boy.” I’m not sure what feels worse, the light hit on the head or his words, but I lean toward the latter. A wave of guilt crashes over me, a complete reversal from his usual unsuspecting “good boy” comments.

It felt awful.

“I hope you have a good reason for this, especially after doing such a great job yesterday.” Chris looked at me expectantly, demanding an answer.

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“I… I…—” I could hardly speak, my words stuck in my throat. “I swear I didn’t mean to… I just, wasn’t able to sleep last night and Duke kept waking me up. I must have accidentally slept in.” I offered in the most pathetic voice, desperately trying to defend myself.

Luckily, Chris’ expression seemed to change. “Duke woke you up?”

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I nodded my head weakly. “y–yes sir…”

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“He slept with you…?” Chris asked, genuinely seeming confused.

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I nodded my head. “He… he took up the whole bed, and kept nudging me awake. I really didn’t do it on purpose.”

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“Huh…” Chris seemed to be deep in thought, like that whole scenario was just too hard to believe.

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“Well…. listen, Asher, going forward, I won’t tolerate any tardiness. But I guess… I can look past it today since Duke was partly to blame. But… we'll have to figure this out. If we can’t keep the doors closed, and you can’t sleep when they’re open…” Again, Chris does that engineer thing when he’s deep in thought or trying to solve a problem—scratching his chin, brow furrowed.

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After a few seconds, the figurative lightbulb seemed to click for him.

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“Ah! I know just the thing. Tell you what, later tonight, we’ll get your sleeping situation fixed, guaranteed,” Chris explained, stepping over to me and setting down a plate and bowl filled with milk. “Here’s your breakfast, by the way. I’ve already gone ahead and eaten breakfast and fed Duke, so when you're finished, just make sure to take Duke outside. Understood?”

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I nodded my head quickly, the annoyance in his voice clear. “Yes, sir, I… I’ll get right to it.”

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Without a pat on the head or any other acknowledgment, Chris left the kitchen, only pausing for a second to let me know where he’d be.

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“I’m going to work on getting everything set up for your measurements today, so when it’s done, I’ll need you in my office.” He spoke coldly, leaving the kitchen and heading toward his workshop.

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I hated it. Only now did I realize how much I’d taken for granted the little head pats and soft praise he gave me yesterday. I’d have to find a way to make it up to him because I felt awful. I was used to Duke’s growling and temperament, but Chris’s disappointment stung in its own way.

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I glanced down at my food: diced scrambled eggs, cubed vegetables, and a bowl of milk.

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I wondered why the milk was in a bowl instead of a cup, but after the chewing-out I just got, it was the last thing on my mind. I leaned my head down, eating the diced eggs directly off the plate. It was seasoned well, much to Chris’s credit as a cook, but like a reminder of my absence this morning, it was ice cold.

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I suppose that’s the consequence of my own actions, being late and all. I finish my plate quickly, then lower down to the milk bowl and lap it up just like I’ve seen Duke do. It was actually a pretty effective way to do it, I discovered. Once I was finished, I set my dishes on the counter next to the sink. I felt even worse just leaving my dishes there, but there was nothing I could do about it.

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With my breakfast out of the way, I headed downstairs to Duke’s playroom to take him outside. I made sure to refill his water dish, then slipped through the doggy door, and spotted Duke already outside playing and running toward me.

Somehow, he always seemed to know where I was before I even saw him. I remained still as he approached, tongue lolled out, panting and nudging into me. He licked at my face, and this time I didn’t even bother trying to stop him.

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“Really… every time, Duke?” Just next to us, I found his red ball, not far from the house, probably where Chris had left it when Duke ran off to find me last night.

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I figured I could use a distraction; maybe fetch would help cheer me up after that disapproval from Chris.. “Ready to play fetch, Duke?” The moment I picked it up, he was ready. He got ready to run, his massive, strong back legs ready to pounce.

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I threw it as hard as I could—probably the farthest yet—but it only went about twenty feet. Duke chased it down in an instant and brought it back to me. I threw it about twenty more times, letting him have some fun and burn off some energy.

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Not long after, though, I picked up the ball to throw again, but when I threw it, Duke just stood next to me, taking a seat on the ground, mouth panting heavily.

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“All tired out?” I commented, petting at his ear the way he liked.

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For a moment, I appreciated that even though Chris was probably still upset with me, at least Duke seemed to be feeling good about me.

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“Alright, if you're tired, how about the bathroom? You need to go to Duke?” I asked the open air, as if Duke could hear me.

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But while I waited for his response, I realized I needed to go myself. I looked back at the house, and seeing no sign of Chris, I headed out to find a good spot. Duke trailed close by me, giving me the nagging feeling I wasn’t going to have complete privacy on this one.

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We made it about as far out as we did the night before, settling in a quiet spot away from everything.

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“Okay, um… Duke… just, please don’t freak out on me, okay?”

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Duke just stared back, not understanding a word.

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I took a final glance around, making sure it was clear. I pulled down my skirt, this time giving myself some space, taking it all the way off. Duke was watching me like a hawk, but for now, stayed off to my side. I slid my panties down further, about down to my ankles, my rear end and bare hole exposed to open air. I didn’t even bother trying to line myself up in the cage, knowing it was a pointless effort with my size.

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I almost closed my eyes, praying Duke wouldn’t try to flip me over or something mid-pee. Duke did take a step closer to me, but for now, he remained where he was, allowing me a chance to relieve myself.

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I returned to my familiar bent-forward, knee push-up position and started peeing.

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And for about five seconds, there was peace.

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The sound of my pee hit the grass below me, which must have caught Duke’s attention. He lunged forward, pressing against my hips and sniffing all over my hips.

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“Ah… Duke! Please… not.. now..”

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Locked in to peeing now, I couldn’t look back to see what he was doing at all. He left my side, and for a moment I didn’t know where he was.

Then, a rough, furred paw grazed against my foot—Duke was close to my feet.. My face flushed with embarrassment. I hated being seen naked, let alone being stuck face down like this while peeing.

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Fortunately for me, I was nearly done, but not before a sudden yanking motion pulled around my ankles, briefly lifting my feet and dropping them right back onto the grass.

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I could only listen as Duke bolted off into the field behind me, the ruffling of grass my only indication of where.

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“Thank god…” I had no idea where Duke had run off to, but at least I could finish in peace.

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Finally finished, I let out a sigh of relief, inching forward, just out from where I had made the grass wet. Then I moved to dress myself, reaching down to pull my—

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My hand slipped between my ankles into the grass.

I shot back, and confirming the quickly building nightmare in my head, my panties were gone. I rushed over to my skirt, hoping I had just misplaced them, but there was nothing.

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It clicked—the yanking near my ankles. I had just thought he was sniffing, or messing with me…but Duke must have just stolen my panties.

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Panic set in—my underwear was gone. I yanked my skirt back on to cover up, but there was no way I could return to the house like this; I’d be mortified.

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“Okay, okay, okay…” just… just need to find them. I turned back in the direction I think Duke took off in, the wind in the air constantly reminding me I was half naked.

​

Great… even out in the open field, he was nowhere to be seen.

​

“Duke!” “Duke!” I shouted, never wanting to see him running at me more than I did right now. I tried to suppress my growing panic, but it was hard not to, given the circumstances.

​

I crawled for another few minutes in his last direction, the breeze against my exposed rear end a constant reminder of the situation. I kept on crawling, eventually coming up to his doghouse.

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That’s it. That has to be where he took them. I’d heard that dogs like to bury things, but I refused to entertain the thought—I’d be in big trouble if he did. It had to be here.

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To my relief, Duke came running out from behind the doghouse, though there was no sign of my panties anywhere. I figured they must be behind the doghouse, or I was screwed. Duke just came up to me, panting and licking at my face.

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I brushed it off, frantically crawling to the back of the doghouse.

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“Oh, thank god!” A wave of relief crashed through me as I spotted the pink and white fabric, crumpled up in the grass.

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I tried to calm myself after the near-panic attack, wasting no time slipping the panties back on. I grabbed them with my left hand and—

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“what the…?” They felt strange in my hand. They were warm… wet even. I looked at them again, holding them up to my face to get a better look.

They were wet. Soaking wet.

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And the smell was unmistakable. Duke had peed all over my panties.

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“A–are you serious! D–Duke!” I shouted, although it came out quieter than I wanted.

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Feeling the wetness soak into my finger, I dropped them back on the ground, rushing to wipe my hand on the grass.

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“s—shit...” My heart dropped as I grasped the reality of the situation. What was I to do? My panties were ruined, and I was still naked under my skirt.

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My mind scrambled for an answer, knowing if I went back inside, I’d die of embarrassment if Chris saw.

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I tried to think of a way out. Maybe… maybe Chris was busy, or… in his office. I could sneak upstairs to get my other pair, or just chance it and rush straight there.

I didn’t like either of those answers. Maybe I should just be up front. Tell him directly what happened, and just make sure he couldn’t see my bottom.

I shook my head, realizing how ridiculous that would be. Not to mention, I didn’t want to make things any worse with him since I last saw him…

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I looked at the panties, crumpled in the grass, hoping to find some kind of solution. I picked at them with my fingers, trying to assess how ruined they were.

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There were a few dry spots, mostly on the waistband, but the rest was soaked.

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Just then, the worst thing that could happen right now pierced my ears with a body-chilling terror.

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“Asher..!? Duke!? Are you out here?” Chris's voice carried through the air, not too far away.

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“Ah…. F—fuck...” Before I could have any semblance of a chance to think, Duke took off running in the direction of Chris’ voice, giving away our location. I went full-blown panicked, frantically moving back and forth, not sure whether to run or hide. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I could even hear Chris's footsteps in the distance now.

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With Chris seconds from coming into view, I snatched up the panties and slid them up my legs. The wetness clung to the fabric of my thigh-highs, and the warmth had faded slightly to a lukewarm press against my skin, covering my rear and cage in urine-soaked fabric.

I shuddered as they fit snugly against my frame again, clinging against all my intimate areas like a wet rag.

But I didn’t have any time to process my disgust.

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“There you are! I’ve been lookin’ for ya.” Chris turned the corner of the doghouse, eyes locking onto me.

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“Oh… uhm.. uh, hi…s-sir.” I sputtered out.

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Chris gave me a confused, almost concerned look, my awkwardness palpable.

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“Uh… you.. Alright..?” He asked, his voice unsteady.

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“Oh, mhm! … I mean… sorry, y-yes, sir. Just, just got done using the bathroom is all…” I felt guilty; I felt like I should have just told him, but I panicked, and now I was stuck. How could I just tell him now after I’ve already put them back on…

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“Oh, my bad then! Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude; I was just going to let you know I've got everything set up now for your measurements.”

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I’d nearly forgotten we were doing all that today. Then again, today has already been quite the opposite of day one. Surely it couldn't get any worse…

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“Well, if you're all done out here, then how about we get to it? It will take a while to make everything once we're done measuring, so I’d like to get started early.”

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Another tinge of guilt hit me, realizing just how much my oversleeping had affected the day. But I could only harp on it for a moment, the warm wet fabric clinging to my bottom far too distracting.

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“Y–yes, sir,” I said, waiting for him to walk ahead of me. I could loosely pick up the smell of the urine from below, but I was just going to have to suck it up until I could get to my room. The only thing to look out for was that if Chris got too close, he would definitely detect it.

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Then the idea popped into my head, although it wasn’t without its flaws. I did need to take a shower, and it would be the perfect explanation to get some privacy. But… It felt like a bad idea, too. I’d already overslept; now that Chris was back on track and ready to do the measuring stuff, I was going to delay him further by taking a shower?

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Although… if I didn’t shower and change… Chris would definitely find out.

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As Chris started walking ahead, I gathered the courage to ask, trailing him a bit. Annoyingly, Duke returned to my side, and he couldn’t help but sniff my underwear vigorously as I crawled.

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“d–duke.. please.. not now!!!” I whispered my plea, but to Duke it was just random noise. It was going to be no help; I had to just nervously endure the sniffing as we went along, praying Chris wouldn’t turn around.

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I reached my tipping point halfway to the house. “...c–Chris?”

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To my relief, Chris replied, but kept walking forward. “Yea?”

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“Umm… I… uh, d-o… w-would you mind if I took a shower first?” I barely managed the words out, broken and whispered.

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I expected him to turn around, annoyed and frustrated. But he just sighed. “Ahhh, alright. Go ahead. I suppose it has been a day now, but just don’t take too long, okay?”

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Just happy he seemed to be settling down from earlier, I graciously agreed. “Y–yes sir.. I promise to be finished quickly… a–and.. I’m sorry again about earlier… I feel really bad about it.”

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Chris just stared down at me for a moment, the expression on his face softening. “Hey… Has that been dragging on you? I don’t want you worrying about it. I probably was a little tough on you… And besides, I'm not upset about it anymore; it actually helped me figure out a foolproof plan going forward anyway.”

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The tension broke and the relief felt good. Hearing that the tension between us was gone was deeply satisfying. I much preferred when we were good with each other. Although I was still unsure what he meant by this foolproof plan.

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“See, you're alright now. Doesn’t that feel better getting all that put behind us?” Chris asked.

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His direct leading question intimidated me a bit, so I just nodded. “Mhm.”

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He stepped closer, momentarily spiking my nerves, in case he might detect the panties.

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“Good boy,” Chris said, patting my head more gently than before. I couldn’t help but feel a rush from it—it felt good to be back on his happy side, to receive the gentle pats I’d taken for granted. I even found myself leaning into his touch.

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“I don’t want stuff like that weighing down on you all day if it happens again, so I think going forward, we’ll have to make sure bad behavior is addressed and corrected on the spot.” Chris, sure of his answer, turned back to the house, signaling me to follow.

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“Y–yes, sir.” I didn’t know what he meant by that, but he was right. I wasn’t good with things like that weighing on me; I’d much rather deal with them and move on.

​

We made it back to the house now, moving up to the door. Of course Chris expected me to go in first, and I remembered I wasn’t in the clear yet. I shuffled through the door, quietly begging the world that he wouldn’t notice anything.

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As I went through, Duke’s frantic closeness to my soaked underwear paid off, jamming himself through the doggy door behind me, but ultimately taking the blame for the smell as we were simply too close to Chris now.

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“Ah, what is that smell?” Chris said, stepping through the door after us, and audibly smelling the open air.

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My breath caught in my throat. “W–what…?” I feigned ignorance.

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“Yep… I can smell it.” Chris shook his head, then looked at me. “It’s dog pee. Duke must have stepped in his pee or something when you took him out there.”

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Oh, thank god… I finally breathed again. That was a close call. As if showing off his blissful ignorance of the situation he put me in, Duke just ran to his water dish, gulping and lapping the entire thing in seconds.

​

“Hey, since you're showering anyway, would you mind washing Duke off?”

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“Um… yes, sir, I can do that.” I agreed, mostly just happy I had somehow managed, after all this, to be nearly in the clear.

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“Do you need any help with the shower?” Chris asked, leading us up the stairs.

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“Uh… like, me?” I didn't understand what he was saying. I knew how to shower.

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“Oh, haha, no, I meant with Duke…” Chris laughed to himself. “But hey, I suppose if you need help too, I’d be glad to assist.”

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My face flushed crimson… that’s not… what I… uggh. “I… no, it's fine, I can do it… S-sir, is there anything I need to know about washing him?”

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“Not much, just make sure not to use any human products or soaps on him. There's a special dog soap in the bathroom. Make sure you scrub him well and don’t miss any spots, especially on his underside. He gets the most dirty there.” Chris led me to the ground-floor stairs, now stopping as we were about to split up. “Oh, and just so you know he can be a little jumpy about water sometimes; you may have to hold him steady or stay with him.”

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Uh… stay with him..?

​

“Alright, Asher?” Chris asked loudly.

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“Y-yes, sir!” I blurted, taken from my thoughts.

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“When you're done, meet me in my office.” With that, Chris turned and headed out of sight, leaving me to go up the stairs with Duke.

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I let out a big sigh of relief, finally able to decompress. All I had left was to change my underwear, and then I’d be in the clear.

​

Luckily, Duke had taken a break from jabbing his nose against my underwear, content to follow closely behind me as we journeyed upstairs to my room.

​

I had half a mind to just take a nap after all that, but the wetness I felt was cold now, seeping onto my bare skin.

​

I looked through the closet, trying to find another pair of underwear, but unfortunately, there were only two uniforms in my size, and I'd already worn one today and the other yesterday. I found the next higher size up, and sure enough, a fresh pair slipped out from its skirt.

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Unlike my last two, this one was just a solid light baby/pastel yellow color, with a single bow on the front side and no other trims or accents. I grabbed it and led Duke back to the bathroom.

The bathroom was huge, separate from Chris’ bedroom bathroom, but still impressive. There was a large fancy walk-in shower, a complete bathtub, a multi-sink granite countertop area, and a luxurious toilet in its own side room. The flooring here was hard, a stark difference from the rest of the house. It might as well have been concrete, after being spoiled by the padded floors so much.

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I crawled into the room, finally alone, aside from Duke that is. I yanked off my skirt, slid off the thigh-highs, pulled off the dress, and finally ripped the panties down my legs and off my feet, leaving my whole body exposed.

The fabric of the panties was cold to the touch now, but a bit drier. It confirmed my worst fear: some of the pee must have seeped out onto my skin.

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I tossed them aside on the bathroom floor, Duke jumping after them as if they were his red ball, sticking his nose in and inspecting them.

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“Finally…” I lowered myself down, resting on my arms and enjoying the peace I’d earned. As I lay flat, the plastic clink of my chastity cage against the tile floor reminded me how exposed I was. It wasn’t perfect, but for now, I tried to focus on calming down.

I just didn’t get it, why would he do that? I know pets did that kind of thing sometimes, but this was something else. But I sure wasn’t going to ask Chris about it. Let alone tell anyone what happened; it was far too embarrassing.

At the very least, I was about to shower so it could have been worse. Speaking of which, I desperately needed to get in there to wash myself off.

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I located Duke's shampoo, or dog soap, whatever it's called, and crawled into the walk-in shower. I reached high up for the nozzles, and I didn’t even bother with the temperature at first, letting the cold water freeze me as long as it cleaned me off.

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There was a collection of soaps inside, and I grabbed a few, vigorously scrubbing myself and shampooing my hair. The water felt strange as it passed through the cage, but I made an extra effort to ensure it was fully rinsed.

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I lay on the shower floor, letting myself rest and recover. The shower water continued to pelt me from above, but I didn’t pay it any mind. At least it helped me feel clean, knowing everything was being washed away.

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Finally done cleaning myself, it was Duke's turn to wash. Standing out of the shower, still naked, I opened the door and tried to get him in. “Come on, Duke… wash… time?” I said awkwardly, not sure how to convince him. I considered grabbing him and directing him inside, but there was no way I was brave enough or strong enough to do that.

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He didn’t budge at first, but once I made a half motion to crawl in, he stepped right in, though he avoided the stream of water.

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“Alright, Duke, I don’t know what’s got into you today, but you’ll have to let me wash you now.”

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Gently, I rested a hand on his shoulders and guided him into the water for a quick rinse. Once he was rinsed well, I got a big dollop of the dog shampoo squeezed out into my hand and began rubbing it on him.

​

I know I had pet him before, but massaging shampoo into him was something else. I started going along his back, feeling the muscles and strength he had just under the surface. I made sure to get every spot on his back, half mixing in pets and ear scritches to keep him comfortable near the water. Once I was done, I moved to his underside, starting with his legs and taking careful attention to scrub and wash his paws. His paws were practically bigger than my hands, not to mention the sheer muscle of his legs and thighs.

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Satisfied his legs and paws were good, I scrubbed down under his neck and chest, reapplying more dog shampoo and moving to his stomach and groin. I pressed carefully and massaged as gently as I could; curiously, Duke had turned to look in my direction.

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I started washing a spot I thought was some kind of matte; it was like his fur, but a bit denser. Whatever it was, Duke seemed to enjoy it, his tail swaying, and he started licking his lips and looking at me more. I scrubbed it well, making sure not to miss a spot. But as I did, my hand grazed something else, something new. It was hard and large.

​

I bent my head down a bit to see, and it was just like the first night I was here, when Duke was with that doll. I saw it again. It was brighter in here, and I got another look at it. It was his cock. It stuck out of a furred sheath-like spot under him, and again it looked… huge. It was bigger than I remembered, a mix of red, pink, and light pink, with veins running through it. The head was slightly flat, with a small, tapered, nub-like thing at the tip.

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I stared for a bit longer than I meant to, just mesmerized at it. It was like four times my size.

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I realized I must have been scrubbing around the sheath thing they have, which seemed to accidentally get Duke all pent up himself.

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“Ah… s-sorry, duke. Didn’t mean to bother you like that…”

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For a moment, he stared at me, but ultimately, when he was all shampooed off and rinsed, he stepped out of the shower to get dried off. His… thing stayed like that for the rest of the time I spent drying him off with a towel, and so I made a careful effort not to touch that area with the towel.

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I cleaned up as best as I could in the bathroom, the haunting feeling of the pee on my body still lingering. I was sure I’d gotten it all, but faintly I felt I could still detect small traces of it on me.

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I picked up my clean clothes, slipping them all back on, and was nearly ready to go to Chris’ office. It occurred to me that I wasn’t really sure what Chris needed to “set up” or what these measurements would involve. But honestly, could it really be worse than what I’d just gone through?

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Content, I was finished here, I left the bathroom, Duke remaining close by. I made my way downstairs, stopping by the laundry room to drop off the wet panties into the washer.

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Whew…I let out a sigh. That whole ordeal was finally over and dealt with. I turned to leave, Duke hovering around the washer, probably upset I ditched the panties. But I didn’t mind it. Duke had gone too far that time, but… as far as I was concerned, he was just going to have to put up with it.

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I made my way to the office, knocking on the open door, announcing my arrival. “S–sir?”

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I stepped into his office, taking in the scene. Chris had set up a 360 field of cameras, with some furniture moved to the side of the room.

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“Hey! How was the shower? Washing Duke went alright?” Chris asked, picking up a measuring tool.

​

“Um… y–yes sir.. I got him washed well.”

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“Wow! So you didn’t have any issues with him getting in the water?” Chris stared at me blankly.

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“N–no, sir, he just went right in!”

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“That’s awesome… he must listen to you; I can never get him in there.” Chris looked over me carefully for a second, Duke hovering right next to me. “So, anyway, ready to get started?”

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“Y–yes, sir.” Glad things seemed back to normal, I made sure to keep up my professional manners.

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Chris turned to Duke, leading him into a corner. “Stay.”

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“Alright then! Let's get started.” Chris said, stepping to the center of the room and looking at me. “Come.”

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He said it like it was a command, and I got the sense to follow it. I crawled over to the center, waiting for the next instruction.

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“Now, we're going to start with your uniform measurements,” Chris said, pointing to the cameras around the room. “These look like cameras, but they are virtual reality scanners. They’re going to scan your body into a digital shape, so I can get all your precise measurements.”

​

I guess it made sense that Chris would have had some kind of advanced system for this, after all the other engineered stuff he created.

​

“Now, all that fabric is in the way, so if you don’t mind setting it aside for the scanners.”

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W–wait, w–what..? “Um… sir?”

​

“Yes, Ash?”

​

“You mean, like, take off my uniform?” I asked nervously.

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“Yeah… sorry, is that alright? Your clothes will block the scanners from getting accurate measurements. You can keep your underwear on, of course; that shouldn’t be a problem. At least until we start working on your cage, that is”.

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The realization hit me, and I felt like a dog realizing he was going to the vet halfway on a trip to the park. Not to mention, I had just done all that with the panties just to have to reveal myself anyway.

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“Oh… uh… I—I…” I couldn't even get the words out. I knew it was inevitable; how else was I supposed to be measured with all the extra clothes on?

​

“You okay? It’s not any different than being at the pool or the beach; you’ll still have your underwear on?”

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I settled down, not sure how I was supposed to get out of this. “I... yes, sir.”

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Slowly, I slipped off my maid's dress, letting it drop to the floor. I felt the heat rush on my face, incredibly embarrassed.

​

“Hey, come on, don’t be like that.” Chris walked over to me, bending down and comforting me with a hand on my bare shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright… you're alright…”

​

Something about his voice was soothing me, and when he moved his hand to pet my head, I felt a deep sense of relief.

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“Good boy… you're alright.”

​

I closed my eyes, subtly lifting my head against his hand.

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“Now, it will only take a few minutes. I’ll just need you to stay in the center of the room and let the scanners do their work. You can close your eyes if it helps. If you want, you can even keep the socks on.”

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“I… yes, sir.”

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Slowly, I took off the skirt, revealing most of my stomach, upper thighs, and just the delicate stretch of the panties around my hip.

​

“See? That wasn’t so bad… now, just, stay.”

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I stayed in the center of the room, resisting the urge to cover myself. On all fours, back slightly arched, my whole slim stomach and back were exposed. My face burned with embarrassment.

​

I heard a few clicks from Chris working with his computer, and the cameras turned from little green LED lights under their lens to red.

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“Alright, it’s started, just a bit longer, okay?” Chris tried to comfort me, and it was helping a bit. But there were no words he could say that would save me from the embarrassment.

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“And…. Done. Want to see?” Chris asked, ushering me over to the computer desk.

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“Y-yes, sir.” Truth was, I was curious to see what it had done. But something about the cameras—sensors—made it feel like more eyes were on me. Now that it was done, I could finally relax a little.

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“See? Check it out. Isn’t that cool?” Chris pointed to his screen, showing me what the scanners had done in tandem with whatever program he was using.

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My jaw dropped a little. True to his word, there it was on his screen, a perfect 3D digital version of myself. Like a perfect digital avatar of me, in some kind of design or modeling program.

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“Wow… that’s actually impressive,” I commented, Chris, going on to explain more details, showing how accurately it captured every detail of my body. Before I looked away, I caught the name of the program at the top of the window.

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“3D-FSuitModeler.exe.” I’d never heard of it. But then again, I’d never made custom scanned uniforms before.

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“Alright, with that done, do you think you're ready for the next?” Chris said, a little unsure himself.

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' Um, so… uh, what will I need to do?” I asked weakly, afraid of the answer.

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“Well… the scanners are cool, but they weren’t really made to measure for… You know.”

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I felt the heat return to my cheeks.

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“We could try it if you prefer, but uh, either way, I'll need to take off the one you got on. Otherwise I can’t measure ya.”

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Could this day get any crazier! But there didn’t seem to be a way around it.

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The embarrassment was too much; I simply nodded that I was ready, closing my eyes to save myself from seeing it.

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“Okay, let’s get it done then,” Chris said, leading me to the center of the room.

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Once I was there, I froze still, waiting to let him do what he needed to do.

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“Alright, Ash, I’m gonna need you to flip onto your back so I can reach ya.”

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My eyes still closed, I gently started flipping onto my backside. His hands startled me, sending a shiver up my chest. He gently grasped the bare skin of my waist and helped set me down on the floor. They were big compared to my waist, wrapping most of the way around me. His grip was strong but gentle, and his hands were a bit rough, as if he had calluses.

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He laid me out on the floor, my knees bent upward. “I’m going to grab my tools, Ash. Stay.” He instructed, his hands leaving my waist.

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I did as he said, not moving a muscle as I heard him grab a tool off his desk and step back over to me.

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“I’m going to measure now; let me know if you're uncomfortable.” Chris offered, which I appreciated, but I was managing… for now.

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His hands returned, grazing across my stomach accidentally as I felt his fingers slip into the sides of my hips, sinking under and into my panties. With a slow, symmetrical movement, he delicately slid my panties downward, up and over my cage and down my thighs, stopping once they got to my knees.

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I covered my face with my open hands, trying to cover myself from the heat of the embarrassed blush ripe all over my face.

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“Oh, ha, I see the cage has been working… someone’s been a little pent up, haven’t they?” Chris commented.

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“w–what..?” I froze, the implications of his comment terrifying me.

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“Ha, nothing… just a little wet spot on your panties is all… it happens.” I peek down for a moment, and sure enough, a dime-sized wet spot right at the center of where my cage would have been was a dime-sized wet spot.

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I wanted to die; my hands could not cover up my face from the humiliation of it enough.

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“Ah, and a little bit of leak on the cage too. Seems it’s been working. That’s good.” I peek again, and, of course, even after showering, a decent amount of clear stringy liquid was still sticking to the tip of the cage.

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I tried to distract myself in my mind; my face was going to need a bucket of ice water to cool down after this.

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The jingling of the key on his arm caught my attention, though, and suddenly the firm hand grabbing my cage made me freeze.

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“Takin’ it off now,” Chris informed, sliding the key into the cage, twisting and fiddling with it before sliding the lock out. “There we are; now let’s get to measuring.”

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Chapter 3 of my work, in full on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/228753241

Currently looking at the Murray (Medium) and Orc (medium) on exotic erotics. ($230)

On weredogs, I've heard great stuff about the Nile and Ranger. Both (medium/soft). (~$190)

Any advice on choosing? These are roughly the same price, however weredogs has some on sale making it slightly cheaper but in non signature colors.

Signature colors would be preferable, but saving $40-$50 is not worth it for that imo.

Murray has the benefit of being lifecast which I've wanted to try for a while. But weredogs has some pretty great reviews.

Currently looking at the Murray (Medium) and Orc (medium) on exotic erotics. ($230)

On weredogs, I've heard great stuff about the Nile and Ranger. Both (medium/soft). (~$190)

Any advice on choosing? These are roughly the same price, however weredogs has some on sale making it slightly cheaper but in non signature colors.

Signature colors would be preferable, but saving $40-$50 is not worth it for that imo.

Murray has the benefit of being lifecast which I've wanted to try for a while. But weredogs has some pretty great reviews.

Hello! Chapter 2 of my story, also available on AO3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/227345356

…Scratch scratch scratch….

“Uuugh...” I pulled myself up from the bed, my eyes aching to stay shut as a wave of fog washed over my head. “W–what is that noise?”

…Scratch scratch scratch….

“Ah, geez... is that... Duke?” I'd forgotten Chris said he would be in the house starting today. I rubbed my eyes awake, rays of sunlight spilling under the door and softly lighting the room. The scratching noise continued, the door shaking against the frame. I reached for my phone to check the time, but it was dead. “Ah, great.”

Ironically, the scratching seemed to stop now that I was awake, but it didn’t make a difference now that I was up. I stood up with a long stretch, my legs eagerly needing the room after lying cramped on the bed. I didn’t waste any time, taking my uniform from the closet and looking over it again.

It was a black-and-white maid uniform, ending in a frilly skirt with black accents, a white pair of thigh-length socks with little black bows on the ends, and a set of Mary Jane-style black slippers, along with a black maid headband with white fabric over the top.

At least I seemed to be getting an early start on the day. After stretching, I started getting dressed, beginning by taking off yesterday's outfit. As I caught a glimpse of myself, I was reminded of the pink device still securely locked to my cock.

True to Chris's word, the cage worked as intended. It didn’t slip off during the night or anything, and after a brief test with my hands, I couldn’t get myself out of it all, let alone even get a finger through it.

I started with the maid dress, but as I picked it up, something small slipped out of the inside, landing at my feet. It occurred to me that I hadn’t actually seen the uniform’s underwear until now.

In contrast to all the black and white, the item that slipped out was a light pastel pink pair of panties made from a delicate silk, with a frilly waistband and a pink bow on the front. True to its look, it was incredibly soft and smooth, my fingers glided over it with ease.

Was this part of the uniform? There wasn’t any other underwear in the closet that I could see… Not that I was against wearing them, they were pretty cute, but they just stuck out compared to all the black and white, is all.

If this was a part of the uniform, I didn’t want to get in trouble by not wearing it, so I stuck with it. After a moment’s hesitation, I slid the panties on first, lifting them up my slender legs, feeling the smooth silk trace upward until it reached my hips. I pulled it up over the cage, and surprisingly, it was a snug fit—especially for underwear that was fit for a girl.

It was strange; the moment they were on, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of what I could only describe as a “girliness” feeling. Like I was some sort of delicate flower.

With the panties on, I moved to the next item, the maid uniform. It slid up my body with relative ease; even for a girl's uniform, my body seemed perfectly adequate for it. Although it did seem to have a little extra room, closer to a baggy fit than a tight one. The sleeves of the dress stopped just before the top of my shoulder, exposing a bit of my collarbone and the tops of my shoulders, further enhancing the feminine 'girliness' feeling from before.

I adjusted the dress around, and once I was good with the fit, I moved on to the frilly skirt, sliding it up my legs, this time reaching my waist and securing it tight against the bottom of the maid dress.

Even without a mirror, I couldn’t help but admire myself. The outfit was undeniably cute—I felt a flush of pride as I gave a few playful twirls, the skirt fluttering and swirling around my legs, a cool breeze brushing along my bare thighs.

It hit me then just how short the skirt truly was—practically a mini skirt, leaving so much of my legs on display. I cringed, wishing for a little more fabric. One stray breeze or the wrong angle, and my panties would be out for the world to see.

Next, I moved on to the thigh-length socks, hoping they might help make up for the skirt's lack of length. I slid the first one on, getting a good feel for the fabric. It was very soft, almost like fake fur, but it looked mostly like a normal sock. I slid the other sock on, aligning them both up to about the same place on my thighs, the matching pair of black bows aligned together. Unfortunately, they didn’t do much to make up for the lack of length of the skirt.

I grabbed the headband, slipping it through my hair and settling it into place. The last thing was the black slippers, which admittedly gave me pause. Chris did say no shoes in the house... but then again, these were part of my outfit.

I decided to leave them off for now, figuring it would be better to just put them on later than get in trouble on my first day for having shoes on in the house. With my outfit mostly in place, I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself for the day.

Scratch... scratch scratch...

Oh... right. Duke. Shoot...If he keeps scratching the door, it’s going to get all scraped up, not to mention maybe wake up Chris if it hasn't already. Not thinking, I gently open the door and quickly realize my mistake.

The second the door opens, the weight of Duke pushing against it swings it open into the room, crashing into me and sending me stumbling back.

I freeze, my muscles locking, and my mind scrambling.

Duke surges into the room, his terrifying teeth barred growl reverberate through the room as he spots me standing.

I’m too frozen to comply, but as he gets closer, somehow I hear the voice in my head begging me to get low.

Just before he’s on me, I drop—dead low, as far down as I can go. My head sinks into the dog bed, arms tucked under my chest, knees drawn up in the fetal position. Too scared to look, I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it’s enough to keep him calm.

There’s a terrifyingly long silent pause, but much to my relief, the growling stops. The silence continues, only interrupted by the sinking of paws into the bed around me.

I start to open my eyes again, trying to a glimpse of what's happening, But the moment Duke sees my eyes open, he bares his teeth with another bone-chilling growl. I instantly yelp, jump-scared, and closing my eyes again, instinctively pushing my body even lower.

I felt his breath on my face as I cowered, and after what felt like an eternity, Duke finally turned his attention elsewhere. The familiar sound of his breath moves around my dress, starting on the back of my neck, my hairs rising in response. I still didn’t dare move, let alone make a noise if I could avoid it. He worked his way over my new uniform, along my shoulder blades, down my spine, and down to my lower back.

Then he got to my lower end, sniffing around my skirt, and suddenly the feeling of air brushing across my exposed skin had never made me feel so vulnerable.

There was another pause, only for it to be interrupted when the cold touch of his nose startled me. It started at my feet, his nose pressing through the fabric of my thigh-high socks and trailing straight up to my thighs.

Because of how I was positioned, and the shortness of the skirt, my whole rear end must have been on full display; the only real protection I had left now was my panties. As Duke trailed upward, the breath of his nose’s exhale quickened, and the snorting sound of his inhale strengthened as he began to sniff around my underwear. The wetness of his nose pressed against the silk, and my breath caught in my throat. He sniffed and pressed, presumably doing that thing I always see dogs doing to other dogs' rear ends again.

But after a few moments, he retracted, taking a few curious sniffs around my other side before I finally felt his footsteps trot out of the room.

I let out a deep, deep sigh of relief, ironically collapsing even further back on the bed. I couldn't be more glad that was over... There was no way I could make that mistake again. If I just always stay on all fours, I’d be fine, right?

After resting and recovering my breath for a few minutes, I finally got back up on my hands and knees and moved to the door. I winced when I saw it. Right where I heard the scratching, sure enough, Duke’s claws had scraped somewhat noticeable lines on the door. Great… Chris was not going to be happy.

I made my way into the hallway, first spotting that Chris’ door was still closed. I figured he must still be asleep; somehow, Duke’s scratching hadn’t woken him up yet. Taking advantage of the quiet, I decided this was the perfect chance to get a head start on my work.

I got to the top of the stairs and considered my way down. There wasn’t a sound or sight to see in the house, and no sign of Duke. For a brief moment, I considered just getting up to quickly go down the stairs, but my fear won out. I couldn’t upset Duke again.

Slowly, I made my way down the stairs on all fours, which quickly became my crash course in doing it right. If I couldn’t get this “all fours” thing down, I’d probably lose the job and this sweet opportunity. I was just gonna have to get through it. I got myself into a good rhythm, taking one stair at a time, and before I knew it, I had reached the bottom.

Pride swelled in my chest as I finally reached the bottom. The cushioned floors and stairs were a godsend. I kept on, turning the corner toward the kitchen, almost colliding with Duke as we turned the corner at the same. He paused, studying me briefly, then went about his business as if nothing was unusual.

Whew… that wasn't going to get easier. But once I got to the pantry, I realized I was going to have another issue. I could open the refrigerator and the pantry, sure. But cooking? How was I supposed to reach the stove without standing...?

I knew Chris would probably be asleep for at least a little bit longer; the scratching at my door definitely gave me a good early start. If I could get Duke fed, maybe I could just, close the basement door while I cooked? I felt a bit bad about that though, it would be like tricking him if I closing the door on him, just so I could stand. It felt wrong, but... I wouldn’t be able to cook anything without doing it. There was also the fact that, I didn’t really know what to make for both of them.

I took a look in the pantry, making sure to open the door without disrupting my posture. I moved inside and took a look around. To my surprise, there was a section at the bottom end of the pantry that seemed to be for Duke. An assortment of vegetables, oats, grains, and water. I grabbed a few of each and checked the refrigerator.

Like the pantry, a section was designated for Duke, with an assortment of proteins and precooked fillers like brown rice and frozen veggies. I grabbed some of the assortment and set it all together on the floor. I got a plate from a drawer, began setting up a well-put-together plate of food, and assembled it in an appetizing display.

After a few minutes of careful preparation, I was finally satisfied with it. As much as I could without a way to heat anything up. When Duke sees I made him this, he’ll have to forgive this morning, and hopefully It’ll put me on his good side.

I awkwardly hold the plate, finding a way to crawl with it in hand all the way to the basement stairs. Just like before with the other stairs, I make my way down one step at a time, and I seem to be getting the hang of it.

Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn’t allow any delay and went straight to Duke’s playroom. Oddly enough, there was still no sign of Duke; I wasn’t sure where he’d gone off to. I had hoped to show him what I made so he at least knew I did it.

I made it into his playroom, which I noticed was now being left open. I set the plate down next to his food dish and hobble back over to the side pantry. To my appreciation, Chris had already moved some of the water jugs down to my height. They’re still super heavy for me, but I do my best and lug one back to his water dish. I take off the cap and refill it, exactlty like the night before. Once it’s all in, my eyes settle back on the plate of food. I’d hate to waste all the effort I put into it by just dumping it in the food bowl…

It’s then that I hear the unmistakeable sound of Duke going down the stairs, nails clacking mixed with the heavy weight of his steps. Instantly, I perk up, straightening my posture and reassuring myself I’m in the proper position, even though I was already on all fours. I don’t move, holding the plate of food in one hand as Duke enters his playroom. He comes right up to me, inspecting his water dish briefly before moving to me, giving my face a quick sniff, then lowering down to the food.

I set it down gently for him and take a few knees backward to let him eat, watching closely to see if he likes what I made him.

He dives right in eating the food on the plate; myself desperate for any sign of his appreciation. His tail seems to sway a bit quicker, and he doesn’t back away from it, but nothing definitive yet.

So until I’m sure he likes it, I remain there next to him watching patiently, Duke taking the occasional glance in my direction. It’s then that I remember the whole plan was to cook while Duke was eating. But, there was no way I’d have enough time for that plan now.

Sure enough, while I was deep in thought, Duke had finished the plate of food and took a few satisfied laps of water from his dish before turning back to me. I made sure to avert his gaze, looking downward since I know he doesn’t like that. But to my surprise, instead of the inspecting sniff, or a terrifying growl...he takes a long wet lick across my face.

“ah--he...Duke!” I whined, trying to wipe his slobber from my face. It was mostly water, but still, I wasn't a fan of him doing that. In his defense though, I was waiting for a sign he liked the food. I could only hope that's what it meant, and hopefully the meal earned me a few “doggie points” with him. I definitely needed to make up for earlier.

Duke doesn’t stay around, though, walking over to the big doggy door and waiting. I suppose I did need to take him outside to use the restroom, although, the doggy door was always open, so Duke didn’t really need me to do that. But it was probably a good idea to go with him; I could at least say that I did, and maybe if I threw his ball around a bit, it would make him happier with me.

Duke waited for me to go out first, so I easily slipped through, followee by Duke widely stepping through behind me. As soon as we were clear of the door, Duke bolted through the yard. For a dog his size, I was impressed with how fast he could go. He really could do it all.

I realized now this was probably the time to have my shoes on, then again, it wasn't like i'd be walking. Really it was going through the grass in my new uniform at issue. But I wasn’t sure what else I could do about that. I was supposed to watch after him and take him out, not sit here at the door.

I took a few strides into the grass, adjusted my hands and knees to the subtle differences of moving on it rather than on the padded floors, and followed after Duke.

It wasn’t long before Duke spotted me, and he came running toward me just like he did yesterday. Knowing him didn’t make it any easier. The sight of him running at me was still so intimidating, I froze like a deer caught in the headlights. He stopped a few paces short of me, and that’s when I spotted his signature red ball held up in his mouth, covered in slobber.

"Oh..." relaxing a bit, Duke dropped the ball in front of me, as if expecting me to throw it. I picked it up, trying to avoid all the slobber, and gave it my best toss. Sure enough, Duke bolted after it, and after a few seconds of playing with it, he ran right back to me with it for another go. I threw it a few more times for him, and I slowly got more comfortable with him.

So comfortable infact, I got an idea. The next time he returned with the ball, he dropped it, taking a seat on his hind legs, and panting to recover. While he took a rest, I slowly raised my hand upward. I inched it closer and closer towards him, gently offering it up to him.

He looked at it curiously, and I stopped to let him sniff my hand first. When he was satisfied, I continued, slowly reaching the top of his head and…..

I pet…very gently.

The reaction was slow. But as I got more comfortable with it, Duke began to wag his tail and lean against me. I petted with a bit more pressure, with longer strokes against his head, going down his back, and at this point, Duke stood tall, stepping toward me. He wanted more petting.

I tried my best, but it was hard with the height difference between us. The farthest I could reach comfortably now was just below the top of his head. Duke was still loving it, though, and he clumsily walked closer against me, nudging me and almost knocking me over from his sheer weight.

But coincidentally, his moving around made my hand land in a spot just behind his ears that I think he really liked. He twisted his head, pushing against my petting hand and tail thwacking through the air. Whatever spot I was petting behind his ear must have felt really good.

Duke couldn’t seem to handle it for much longer, as it made him so excited he couldn’t stand still. He bumped into me a few times now, walking in circles and nearly sending me off balance a few times. Then he turned to me and pressed his nose to my face before trying to give me a few long licks. He only managed to get one on my cheek before I was somewhat able to shield him from my face, bowing my head lower so he couldn’t reach it.

But as soon as I did, there were a few careful sniffs of my hair, and suddenly I felt something pulled straight off my head. Before I could figure out what happened, Duke took off with speed, running around the yard with something lodged in his mouth.

I felt the top of my head with my hands, and suddenly I figured out what I was missing. Duke must have run off with my headband…

“c–crap.. d--duke!” Chris isn’t going to be happy about this either, if he sees that not only am I not in full uniform, but I've also lost the headpiece before breakfast.

I try to follow after Duke, but he runs so quickly and far through the field that I lose sight of him. I try a few different directions, but after a minute, still nothing. Eventually, after moving a bit farther from the house, Duke appears again, running from the direction near his doghouse out in the distance. When he comes back to me, though, he stops just in front of me, only now his mouth is empty.

“Uh! Duke! W–where’d you…put…”

Duke completely ignores me, and as if to add insult, he decides now is the time to use the restroom. I turn the other way, allowing him privacy to do his thing, but also not exactly wanting to see him do all that either. Once he’s finished, he steps back over to me on the side. He seems tired; he probably needs to go back inside now.

Duke starts walking ahead before I can try to guide him, but luckily, he seems to have made the decision himself that he's going back inside now. I follow him, Duke seemingly taking the extra effort to slow his pace a bit so I can keep up with him. After a decent trip back to the house, Duke goes straight through the doggy door, and I follow right behind.

To my surprise, Chris is standing in the playroom looking down at both of us as I crawl through.

“There you two are!” Chris says, coming over and ruffling my hair, the bracelet with my cage key jingling next to my ear. I don’t know why he keeps doing ruffling ny hair, but I decided to let it go, it seemed to be just a quirk Chris had.

“hiii s–sir..” I said awkwardly.

“Oh wow…” Chris says, trailing off as he looks over me and my uniform. “That uniform looks... really good on you Asher. You look really cute!”

I blushed at the compliment, still not used to taking praise. “I… uh, t–thank you, sir.” I tried to speak as respectfully as possible; after all, I was a maid now.

“Hey, wait, what happened to the headband? Was it not with the uniform?” Chris asked.

“Oh… um…” A part of me wanted to lie; I had just built up such good standing with Duke since earlier. I’d hate to rat him out for taking it, but lying wasn’t my strong suit.

“No, no, it was…I’m sorry, I… lost it. I was wearing it, and well, I was outside with Duke and… it–Duke got a hold of it, and I didn’t see where he went with it. When he came back to me, it was gone.”

Chris shook his head. “Ahh…yea… that sounds about right….” He looked over at Duke, who was drinking more water. “I just don’t know what to do with him; it's the same cycle. He breaks his doll, he acts out, and now he's messing with stuff. I don’t even know where to start fixing the doll now…”

Chris takes a deep sigh. “Look, don’t worry about the headband; we’ll find it eventually, I’m sure. There should be more in your closet anyway.”

I tried to make it up to him. “I’ll make sure to go put on another… s-sir.”

“Good. And you know, I really admire your manners, Asher. Not that you seem to need it, but I like it. Let's just make it a rule. Just so it's easier. From now on, let’s stick with Sir.”

I felt a beam of pride at his admiration, and that he liked my good manners so much he wanted to make it a rule. I was raised to have good manners and proud of it. “Y–yes, sir.”

“Haha… yes, that's good.” Chris looked between Duke and me. “So how’s the morning going so far? Already taken Duke out, I see! You definitely got an early start.”

“I….” I paused. I know I said I didn’t wanna lie, but I was much too embarrassed to tell him what happened with Duke. Then again, I was going to need to explain the scratches on the doors. “W–well… it… actually has been going well so far, but…”

Chris looked at me with a look that said, “What did Duke break now?” And he wasn’t really wrong to have that look.

“This morning, when I woke up, there were some scratching noises on the door… By the time I was dressed and opened the door, I think… Duke scratched a bit of the paint off...”

Chris sighed, rubbing his eyes. “ugh, really? how bad is it?”

“Uh… I—I don’t think it’s too bad, but maybe it’d be better if I show you if you want?”

“ugh, Alright, yeah, okay.” With that, Chris turned around and stepped to the playroom door as we started our way back upstairs to the first floor. “Maids first!” Chris said, with a guiding hand pointed up to the stairs.

After making it to the stairs, I started going up when I realized the revealing position I was in, crawling up the stairs. I was about to say something, but before I could, Chris started up behind me.

“Well, sorry, other than the door, how’s everything else going?” Chris asked.

I tried not to think about how short my skirt was and just prayed my underwear wasn’t showing. "It's been good, actually…I got more practice moving around, got quicker going down stairs, and I was able to make a really nice breakfast for Duke, which I hoped earned me some ‘doggie points’ with him.”

“Doggie points?” Chris said.

“Oh… it’s…d–dumb, just, have you ever heard people say brownie points? I just meant it like that.”

“Ah, I see what you mean now.” Chris looked at me curiously, like he’d gotten some idea or thought from it, but didn’t share it. “Well then, do you think you earned any?”

“I…I'm not sure. He… seemed happy after he ate at least. He was wagging his tail... even licked my face.”

“I’d say you did earn some then! Duke loves to lick when he’s happy. He doesn't do it often though.” We reached the hallway, making our way up the stairs to the second floor.

It made me feel good knowing that. I must be making good progress with him.

“You know, I have to say, I think Duke really likes you,” Chris said, much to my disbelief.

“I… r—really..?” I wasn’t sure if it was just him being nice or not knowing about this morning, because my current understanding was that the aggressive growling and bared teeth weren’t a sign Duke liked me much.

“Oh, certainly! He was outside your door scratching to get in, wasn’t he? And lickin’ at your face?” Chris seemed completely genuine.

I wasn’t convinced, though. But he also hadn’t seen what happened this morning. I’m sure if he did, he wouldn’t be saying that. Before I could dwell too much on it, we made it to my room’s door.

“Ah, yeah, he sure did a number on it.” Chris stepped up to the door, inspecting the damage with his fingers. Duke must have stood tall to scratch that high against the door, as the marks were all near the top half of the door. “Not too bad at the very top,… but pretty bad towards the middle.”

I felt bad about the situation; I’d hate to think I was causing more trouble than I was worth.

“I can probably just buff it out, paint over it from the damage today. Shouldn’t take too long.” Chris said.

Surely that's good, then I thought, if he could just paint over it, it must not be too bad.

But Chris continued. "The problem is, if he keeps doing it the damage will get worse. Looks like we’ll just have to keep your door open from now on. That way you can sleep, and there's no more chance Duke can scratch it up.”

“o—oh… uh…” did I hear him right? No closing the door? That would mean I’d—Duke—could—

“Hey?”

Chris knelt down to my eye level, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You good? You zoned out on me there.”

“Um, y–yea—yes.. I mean, yes, sir, sorry.” I barely had a chance to say anything, and now I suppose my door would always be open... maybe I was overthinking it, I guess it wasn’t that big a deal. It wasn’t like the door being open was going to cause me any harm. Hopefully, it just stopped Duke from causing any more trouble.

“Good, let’s go to the kitchen then; I'm starving.” Chris stepped back, signaling for me to go first, and I made my way back down the stairs.

Only thing was the angle was much worse here. I was just going to have to hope my skirt would cover most of me, even if Chris was right behind me.

There was no avoiding it, so I started down the steps, my posture naturally diagonal, my bottom facing up behind me. I felt my face flush red immediately, embarrassed but unsure what he could see. I had to tell myself in my head that I was probably overthinking it; if my panties weren't covered up, Chris would probably say something, right?

I finally relaxed as we reached the bottom and moved onto the regular padded floors. Hopefully the height difference between us worked in my favor. Atleast, that's what I told myself.

“So, how was it making breakfast for Duke? I tried to set up everything for ya.” Chris asked as we made our way into the kitchen.

“oh, it wasn’t too hard with everything in reach, although I was only able to use some of it. If I could have used the griddle, I would have made some killer eggs and bacon.”

Chris looked at me and wiped his hand across his forehead, then down, covering his eyes. Then he shook his head in disbelief. “Wow… I am so sorry, Asher. I completely missed that. Hard to cook breakfast without the stove, I bet!”

Chris shook his head a few more times before looking back at me.

“Agh, sorry I didn’t have this stuff all set up and thought through. Truth is, I hadn’t anticipated the whole low-to-the-ground thing happening, so I haven’t really figured it all out yet. It must have just escaped my mind last night. I was tired and probably feeling a little bit more of that beer than I meant to.”

I couldn’t really hold any of it against him; after all, it was kind of a last-minute thing that got sprung on both of us. What was he supposed to do, have a stove built into the floor? Besides, I didn’t end up having time to surprise him with breakfast anyway.

He laughed. “You see why I wanted a maid in the first place now, huh!? I can’t keep track of things around here!”

I chuckled; I could see what he meant. Especially with all the trouble Duke was getting into.

“In the meantime, I do have some electric camper grills that lay flat on the ground. I can set some of them up so you can still cook.”

“T–thank you, I appreciate that a lot.” With that, Chris told me to wait in the kitchen while he went and grabbed them from storage downstairs.

I was a little disappointed not to be able to use the big griddle, but then again, it seemed like overkill for cooking for two… Also, it sucked knowing I wouldn’t be able to use all the cool other machines he had.

Honestly, that was the biggest disappointment. If I could get Duke more comfortable with me—or just like me more—maybe he’d finally be okay with me standing so I could use the kitchen properly. Ironically, that would let me make him better meals.

I didn’t see any other way around it though. I was just gonna have to try to be extra nice to Duke, even though he can be scary and intimidating sometimes..

“Here they are!” Chris said, coming around the corner of the hallway into the kitchen, carrying two black burner squares. He set them down next to the refrigerator and plugged them in. “Now these are both off right now; whenever you want to use them, just flip the switch on the sides. Pots and pans are in the cabinets.”

I inspected both of them, found the switches, and got a good idea of how they worked. I also took a look through some of the cabinets, familiarizing myself with the pots and pans I had available.

“Think you're ready to give it a try?” Chris asked.

“Y–yes, sir, I… I’ll make you something now.”

“Awesome. I’ll be upstairs. I’ll try to get that door fixed real quick; just come get me when it’s done.” Chris turned back, leaving the kitchen now, heading up to my room.

I took another look in the refrigerator, and I got an idea. Now was as good a time as any; who doesn’t love bacon and eggs? I grabbed a package of bacon and three eggs, then put pans on the electric burners. I flipped the switches, turned them on, and set the heat up.

While I waited for the pans to heat, I found a few fruits, mostly strawberries and grapes, and even an orange. I got another idea, rummaging through the cabinets until I found a glass cup. It took much more strength than I thought it would, but I carefully squeezed out a full cup of orange juice, then mixed it with a bit of water, sugar, and ice.

Once that was done, the pans were up to heat. I set all the bacon down first, about half the package, as I knew it would take longer than the eggs. It isn’t long before the bacon sizzles, and the smell of it begins to waft through the house. Once it’s halfway done, I flip them and begin making the eggs.

I hadn’t asked Chris how he likes them, so I decided to just make them scrambled. I grab a bowl and fork, mix up the eggs, and pour them into the other hot pan. Everything was shaping up nicely, but it seemed the smell of bacon had gone further than I thought.

Suddenly, I felt the prod of Duke’s nose pressed right against my skirt and underwear.

I froze; the unexpected sensation and realization that Duke was behind me caught me off guard. With the sound of the bacon and oil sizzling and popping, I hadn’t heard him come in the room at all. My posture didn’t help either; I was locked in, hovering over the burners, and my rear end was facing straight back to the kitchen entrance.

Duke continued, sniffing around my underwear, just like this morning… pressing and poking around enough that I could even feel the wetness of his nose seeping through the fabric. I tried to shake him off, moving my hips side to side to get him to shoo, but it only seemed to make it worse.

Then, without warning, he jabbed his snout into me, the blunt, wet coldness of his nose pressing directly against my hole through the thin silk​ of my panties.

I jump with a yelp, taken completely off guard. “Ah, d–duke.. what are you.. Hey!” I tried to protest, but as soon as I turned my head back, Duke immediately growled at me and stepped forward.

I let out what I could only describe as a pathetic whimper as my body reacted on instinct, dropping low to the ground. My back was arched, my face pushed just to the side of the burners. Duke then dropped one of his paw against my lower back, the crushing weight of it forcing out another pathetic, surprised yelp from me and pushing me down even lower to an inhumane arch.

I dared not move again, especially after just having told myself I’d try to get on his good side. Duke held me there for a few moments, still standing behind me, but making sure to leave his paw firmly in place on my lower back, pinning me to the floor.. His paw was heavy, strong, a little rough on the toes, with a bit of short fur on the sides edging against my skin. I could ever so slightly feel his nails resting against me, not hurting me but noticeably there.

He sniffed along my back now, up to the back of my head, before finally he stepped off, and came along to my front side.

I was afraid to move, keeping my arched posture until I was sure it wouldn’t upset him. But as I remained where I was, Duke just lowered his head right down to my face and swiped his tongue across my face.

“Ah… r–really…!” I lifted myself up a bit, trying to wipe the slobber from my face. Duke just ignored me, sniffing toward the bacon like nothing had happened at all.

I was still completely lost on where I sat with Duke. On the one hand. He had just growled and pinned me to the ground with his massive weight. But on the other hand, Chris was sure he liked me cause he kept trying to lick my face. I’m also not sure what he thinks is so interesting about my underwear, but I just had to toss it up to being some dog thing I don’t understand.

I got the idea then that I had made a lot of bacon; maybe I could score some more doggie points if I gave him some. Seeing as the food was ready now, I set it all down on a plate, and I grabbed a piece for Duke.

I made sure it wasn’t too hot, then let it cool before snapping off a piece with very little fat. Duke tracked my hand as I held it up to him, and as soon as it neared his mouth, he snatched it up. He ate it eagerly, and he must have really liked it since his tail started thwacking against the kitchen island. He scarfed it down quickly, then turned to me as if expecting a second one.

“Oh, Duke…” I had made this all for Chris, but Duke was so big, it hardly seemed fair to give him just one small piece. I snapped off another piece, and much like the first, Duke ate it with haste.

Clearly happy, he stepped toward my face, now nudging up close and trying to lick my cheek a few more times. “r–really…!! You’ve—.”

I tried to block him, but all it did was get his slobber all over me as he licked the backside of my hands instead. I thought of pushing him back, but I don’t think I even had the muscles to do that, let alone the bravery to try to push Duke back. Instead, I thought I’d distract him with kindness, moving my tongue-blocking hand up to his head. He was much too focused on licking, and so finally my hand reached the top of his head, where I gently pet him.

I ran my soft hands through his fur, scritching and scratching, and making my way to that spot behind his ears he likes. It worked perfectly. He stopped trying to lick me now, instead closing his eyes and lightly pushing against my hand, clearly enjoying my petting.

“Well, look at you two getting along!” Chris said, cutting out from behind me.

“Oh, hey, y–yea, I think he smelled the bacon. I hope it’s okay I gave him a few pieces?”

“Trying to earn some more of those doggie points, I see?” Chris said, setting down a small tub of what must be paint for the door.

“I think he liked it, he’s letting me pet him now.” I continued to run my hands through his fur as we talked.

“I see that. I told you he liked ya…” Chris stepped next to us, effortlessly reaching down and giving Duke his own pet on the head. It made all the work I had to do to pet him seem so crazy that Chris could do it so casually.

“Oh, and here, breakfast is ready!” I handed Chris the plate of scrambled eggs, with a pinch of salt and pepper sprinkled over top, and a big set of perfectly cooked bacon.

“Wow… Asher, this is… this looks really good! Smells amazing too. Bet that got Duke in here quick!” Chris laughed and eagerly took the plate, setting it down on the kitchen island and grabbing a fork to dig in.

“Oh, and also, I made you a glass of fresh orange juice and a little side fruit cup!” I brought it up to him, Duke watching me hand it up like it was for him.

“That’s… real thoughtful of you, you didn’t have to do that!” Chris smiled warmly, and I felt a bit of happy pride that my meal had impressed him.

“I–it was nothing… I… wanted to have it ready for you before you woke up, but I got caught up taking Duke outside.”

“Ah, don’t sweat it, you did a great job. Good boy!” Chris reached down and patted my head, just like he had done with Duke.

Normally, I would have been against it, but I had already decided last night not to say anything; it felt awkward if I said something now. I’m sure Chris didn’t mean it in a weird way. And besides, a part of me was starting to appreciate it when he praised me like that. As awkward as it was, I couldn’t help but feel relieved I seemed to be doing a good job so far. Especially with all the back-and-forth with Duke.

BHWUSHEBEISNEIWN was able to get the door patched up, by the way. It didn't take me too long. It’s good you stopped him before he did any more real damage, though.” Chris commented, taking another bite.

“y–yea…me too… so, what are you going to do now?” I asked, Duke growing bored of the conversation now and walking out of the room.

“Well, I think I’m going to avoid putting it off and try to get Duke’s doll fixed up. It’ll probably take me a few hours, so if ya need me, I’ll be in there.” Before I could respond, Chris started again. “Oh, and if you need something to do, I could use the laundry being done. Other than that, just be around in case I need ya for anything.”

“Y–yes, sir, I–I'll be around.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/227345356

Hello, this is chapter 1 of my story "Duke's Bitch", also available on AO3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/225951476#workskin

I didn't want to take the job, but I had just gotten fired from my job, and I wasn't going to be able to afford rent. I was still in college, and didn’t have the time for something else.

I was lucky enough to stumble on the miracle offer of a lifetime. It was a bit of an older guy; in his thirties atleast. Not really old per se, but to me having just turned 21 it made no real distinction. He had made a post saying he was looking for a housemaid and dog watcher, and he was particularly interested in feminine applicants for the job.

I happened to look the part; I had been a femboy for a few years now, even going so far as getting laser hair removal. It was a long process, but I really wanted it. Curiously, I replied to his post, not sure what to expect. I hadn’t checked it in days, but when I checked I saw he had messaged back in minutes. He said he lived in my area (my location was on my profile) and explained how he was looking for a housemaid and someone to watch over his dog. He told me he made a fair bit of money, and decided he just wanted someone to take care of things so he didn’t have to. He also explained how impressed he was with my profile’s photos of me, and seemed very excited about me being a femboy. He even went so far as to mention his favorites.

I told him about my situation, and he seemed delighted when I told him I was actually looking for a place to stay, too. He said it would be perfect that way, with me having a place to stay in exchange for him having me always there when he needed, and that I would be paid very well.

So I agreed. I didn’t have much stuff from my college dorm anyway, I basically just stuffed everything I had into a suitcase. He even offered to pick me up.

I stood outside my dorm building, suitcase in hand, waiting for him to arrive. While I waited, I watched in awe as a super fancy all-black Cadillac SUV pulled up to the curb. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but the man stepping out of the SUV looked right at me and walked closer.

He was wearing a simple outfit of khaki shorts and a t-shirt, and was a bit of a heavier-set guy, but he had a pleasant look about him that wasn’t off putting.

“Are you Asher?” He spoke; his voice was firm, confident, and masculine.

“hi… nice to meet you.. uh, sir.”

“Sir? That's good, ya’ve got good manners, I like that. Here, let me get that for you,” He moved quickly, offering to take my suitcase for me and load it into the trunk. “I’m Chris, by the way.”

“hi.. Chris. I like your car… It's nice.” I comment, trying to leave a good first impression.

“Thanks, I like your outfit, it looks really cute on you.” He closed the trunk, his large arms flexing as he did so. He looked up to me with a surprised look. “You into cars?”

The compliment meant a lot, the high of it giving me a subtle dumb smile that carried me through my social anxiety. I shook my head no. “Oh uh, I don’t really know a thing other than how to drive one… but I just thought yours looked really fancy… expensive..”

He smiled. “Ha! Wait till ya see the house. You’ll really be mind blown then.” He opened the passenger side door for me, allowing me to sit in the front. I felt like some kind of royalty, or like… a girl he was dating or something, with him opening my doors and whatnot.

The seat was comfortable, but I sat a bit awkwardly, still adjusting to the situation. Not being much of an extrovert and finding the circumstances odd, I mostly waited for him to start the conversation.

“So, what do ya like to do for fun? You know? Tell me about yourself.” Chris asked.

“Oh uh,... well, I like to read… watch movies, video games—”

“Video games?! What do you play?” He seemed genuinely excited.

“Oh, you know, a lot of different games, I’m not much a fan of competitive games… so mostly relaxing singleplayer type games. Sometimes I play games with my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend..?” He said with a confused tone, as if he didn’t believe it.

“y–yea? My… girlfriend, we sometimes play video games together.” I explained, not sure what he was getting at.

He laughed loudly. “Wow, I can’t say I expected that! How’d you manage that?” He asked like it was a completely normal thing to ask someone.

”Uh… well, I–” He cut me off.

“Ha, yeah, well, you’ll have to have her over sometime, I’d love to meet her.”

After that, the rest of the ride continued with a series of ice breakers. He mostly filled the time with small talk that I both appreciated he was taking the initiative, but frustrated at the circumstance. I’ve always had a short social battery.

Luckily I was spared from too much social suffering, as we approached a big fancy house, surrounded by fencing and trees; it was almost like it was shut off from the outside world with privacy. The main gate opened, and we pulled into a roundabout driveway, stopping just before a large wooden double door.

“Here we are! Stay there, I’ll get your door.” He said, ushering me out of the car and opening my door for me.

“t–thank you.” I said weakly, still not used to this kind of ‘pampering’.

I closed the door behind me, still taking in the view of the house. It was like a small mansion, with a large backyard and several side buildings, like a garage and some other buildings. Chris stepped out from behind me, closing the trunk again and wheeling my suitcase out next to me.

“What’da ya think?” He asked, placing both hands against his hips.

“It’s so… big,” I said, probably not thinking anything of it.

He chuckled to himself.”Haha… yea…”

He led me to the door, and I couldn’t help but notice the multiple signs posted in bold letters near the backyard fence.

“BEWARE OF THE DOG”

He must notice my pause.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that, my Duke’s a great dog, I’m sure he’s going to love you.” Chris opened the door. “Maid’s first!” he jested.

I stepped into a grand foyer, with ornate designs on the walls, fancy fixtures, and paintings. It looked even more impressive on the inside, and I couldn’t help but wonder just how much money this guy makes. Most strangely, was the flooring. I had expected it to match the fancy walls, and while color-wise it did, it felt like some kind of padded floor. It wasn’t carpet, it felt like stepping into some kind of thin memory foam.

“Do you mind removing your shoes? Sorry, I just have a rule about shoes in the house.” Chis said.

“Oh sure, where should I put them?” I looked around curiously, not spotting any obvious place for them.

“If you hand them to me, I’ll put them up for you. It’s not any trouble.”

I knelt down, untying my Converse shoes and handing them over to Chris. He carried them, walking toward a hallway, and after a minute or two, he returned.

“Like the floors?” Chris asked enthusiastically, motioning me to follow him.

“w-What are they? I asked, my socks sinking lightly down into it as we walked.

“It’s my own custom flooring. Easier on the feet, I made it all myself.”

We stopped at a mudroom, where Chris kept a variety of coats and shoes, probably specifically designed to accommodate Chris’s no shoes in the house rule.

“S-sorry, you made your own entire custom floor? How’d you do that?” I asked, genuinely impressed.

“Ah, suppose I never told you. I’m an engineer. Before that, I worked as a carpenter. I’ve always loved building things. I even made the design for the house you're standing in. The flooring is just a recent project of mine, among several others...”

A carpenter and an engineer, with fancy cars and a nice house, this was shaping up to be a much better deal than I expected, especially when meeting someone off the internet.

“So this is the mudroom, where I like to keep all the dirty stuff before I track it in the house. Now come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

Chris led me up a set of stairs, lugging my suitcase up for me. We walked down a short hallway, and eventually got to a bedroom. He opened the door, and I was led into a small and cozy room, and immediately I noticed there was a lack of a bed.

“Sorry about the furniture, I wasn’t expecting to hire someone so soon. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll have something in here before you sleep tonight.” Chris apologized, scratching the back of his neck like he was embarrassed.

“Oh.. really, it’s fine, I mean, I just can’t thank you enough for hiring me… Another week and I'd be out on the street. Anything you can do is better than that.” I really didn’t have a way to complain. I’d sleep on the floor willingly if it meant having a place to stay. I was far too thankful to be nitpicking about a bed.

Chris went on to explain a brief overview of the house's layout, where my bathroom was, where his bedroom and office were, and that he’d probably stick to paying me in cash, something about taxes… or… I don’t really know.

“So, as far as what I’ll need from you, I’m pretty relaxed on things around here, but I will have some rules since you will be staying here.”

“Sure, that’s only fair..” I replied.

“While you're working here, I do expect you to be in uniform.” He stepped over to a closet in the room, and amongst the clothes were numerous maid uniforms, mostly all black and white. He took one and held it out to me. It was a black and white maid outfit with a frilly skirt and a pair of thigh-length socks, along with a bowed headband and a pair of Mary Jane slippers.

I gulped… Am I really supposed to wear all that? I started getting a bad feeling in my gut, like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“umm… Chri–”

“Yes?”

“Uh.. sorry, never mind.” I was about to say something, but maybe it wasn’t a good idea to complain. I needed this job, and this was… such a nice place to stay. It's just clothing, and it’s only Chris here; I can survive it.

“As far as your duties as a maid, I will mostly expect cooking, cleaning, doing my laundry, and the occasional random task. Since you're living here, I’ll subtract a bit for living cost, so… how does $150 a day sound?”

150 dollars a day… holy. My last job paid minimum wage; $150 was more than I made in a week.

“y-yes.. that's.. that’s definitely fine with me.” I tried my best to sound professional about it, like he hadn’t just offered me more money than I’d even know what to do with.

“Oh, and that's right, Duke. I’ll also need you to watch over and care for him, just as much as you will for me, you do for him. Mainly grooming and washing him, making his food, and cleaning up after him.”

“Make his food?” I ask, not sure what he means.

“Yes, you’ll make a meal for Duke just like you would for me. He deserves only the best. You’ll make him something nice every day, and tend to his every need. Now that you mention it, I suppose I'll throw in an extra $50 a day for that too. How ‘bout an even $200 a day? Sounds good?”

A bit surprised at his request, I certainly couldn’t be bothered to fuss. I nodded my head eagerly, signaling my agreement. He just threw in an additional $50… $200 a day. That was a crazy amount of money.

“Speaking of, would you like to go meet him? I’m sure he’s eager to meet his new sitter.”

“oh, yea sure,” I could hardly believe what was happening. Nothing could take me down from the hopeful high I felt right now. I just couldn’t believe it. So much money, and all I had to do was cook, clean, and watch after his dog? Why was I even in college? This was the life.

“Suppose I might as well do a bit of a tour on our way.” Chris led me back downstairs, showing me all the different areas of the house. We went through a different side of the house than the mudroom, eventually stepping into a gigantic kitchen with an attached living room, which was just as impressive.

The kitchen was similarly floored by Chris’s custom-padded floors, only these had been printed in white and black tiles. The countertops were an impressive, glossy marble, all filled out with expensive-looking appliances. There was a blender, a deep fryer, a toaster, a stand mixer, an ice cream maker, a soda maker, and a fancy touch-screen refrigerator.

I’m pretty sure my mouth just hung open in awe. “Holy… y–your kitchen is crazy!”

Chris smiled, clearly delighted. “Ha, I’m glad you like it. I’ve got only the best stuff here. You’ll definitely have everything you need to cook here.”

“c–can I take a look around?” I asked, unsure of myself, like I was in some place I wasn’t supposed to be. Like I’d get in trouble for messing with all the expensive appliances or something.

“Yeah! Go ahead! Be good to familiarize yourself with everything.”

I looked around the kitchen, inspecting every little thing, seeing how things worked, and where everything was in all the drawers and cabinets. Chris stood by, explaining how some things worked and answering a bunch of my questions.

“You have a flattop griddle!?” I practically shouted, then, realizing my outburst, I apologized.

“Haha, no, you're fine, I get that a lot actually. But yeah, I made that myself, too. Makes cooking a lot easier when you can just use the whole surface.”

Chris seemed to answer a lot of things like that. I was starting to wonder if there was anything he didn’t make. “How do you make everything?” I asked.

“I’ll show you, come on.” I followed Chris out of the kitchen and back out to the mudroom, where he led me to what must be his workshop.

Again, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. He opened the door, letting me look in but not step inside. From what I saw, It looked like a garage, but Chris has clearly been using it as a workspace. The floor wasn’t padded, instead just smoothed concrete. A series of multiple workbenches and storage racks sat, along with multiple woodworking saws. Along one wall was a series of machines that looked like 3d printers and even sewing machines.

“And that’s my workroom! I spend a lot of time there, between this and my office, anyway. I’ve got every tool I could need, from 3d printing to mechanized saws, drills, and I’ve even got a small setup for metalwork.” Chris spoke with a fascination for his hobby that was hard not to admire. He certainly kept himself busy.

I began to step into the workshop, wanting to look around, but I felt Chris’s hand grab me by the shoulder.

“Hey–hey.., sorry, but my workshop is off limits. That and I don’t wantcha stepping in there without any protection on, you know, shoes and glasses at least.”

“OH!… sorry!” His hand on my shoulder had startled me, but I should have asked first. I guess I just assumed it was okay. “I.. just thought.. Nevermind. I should have asked.”

“Ah, no need to apologize, I should have said something earlier, too. Besides, it’s not even your first day yet, you're still learning.”

As Chris shut the door, I could have sworn I spotted my shoes on one of the worktables, but before I could really see it closed.

“I tell ya what, we might as well finish the inside first, and then we can tour on the outside, and then I’ll introduce ya to Duke. Only got my office left to see anyway.”

“Sounds good!”

Chris led me back out of the mudroom, then through the foyer, and to the other side of the first floor, where the kitchen and living room were. As we neared a room that I presumed to be his office, I noticed a door halfway open that had stairs leading down.

No… way… “You have a basement too?”

“Oh yea! It's a three story house. The basement leads right outside. I can show the rest of it some time, but there's not much to show. I mostly use it for storage, that, and Duke’s playroom is down there.”

As he talked, we made it to his office, which he ushered me into this time, making it somewhat clear this room wasn’t off limits.

It was more of a ‘man cave’ than an office, with no windows, a big couch, and a big flat screen T.V. connected to a video game console. There was a desk with a computer on it, lit up with fancy RGB lights. Save for that, I don’t know if I would have really considered this an office.

“When I wanna relax, I come in here, probably a bit more than I really should, but, eh. Do you play any console games?” He asked energetically.

“Uh, no, or well, I used to, but I would usually play games on my laptop.” It’s like I had mentioned earlier, I wasn’t much for competitive games games; a lot of them were too hard, or I wasn’t very good at them.

“Ah, well, maybe when you're not busy, I’ll have you in here with me sometime. Maybe we can play a couple of games.”

I tried not to smile, but a part of me was a little happy. Sure, I didn’t really know Chris that well, but so far it was sounding like I had hit the jackpot. The money was great, a place to stay, and I’d get paid to play video games; there were worse jobs than this.

“You have a really nice place, Chris, I… think I’m looking forward to staying here.”

He just smiled, but for a moment, he didn’t say anything. It got a bit awkward, and I started to break eye contact, which perhaps made me look a bit shy. I wasn’t good with small talk, and if he wasn’t talking or asking a question, I wouldn’t know what to say.

He chuckled to himself. “That’s awesome to hear. I know I’m going to enjoy having you around. You're gonna make things a lot easier for me… and Duke.”

I got a little uncomfortable now, not really sure what to say in response. It was also hard because Chris seemed to have no problem with eye contact when he talked. For me I just kept finding myself breaking his gaze. “i… yea.”

“Well, that’s most of it. How's about we go see Duke?”

I nodded my head, still recovering from my social anxiety.

Chris led me out of his ‘office’ and we went back to that door with the stairs to the basement. We slowly creaked down the stairs, they too were padded but still must have had creaking wood under them. Once we reached the end, the basement was darkish, only lit by single lights in the center of the basement's ceiling, stretching down a long single hallway with multiple doors.

We passed a few doors, eventually stopping at one in the center of the hallway. Printed on the door with a dog-like decoration was text that read:

“Duke’s Playroom”

Chris opened the door and motioned for me to step inside. “After you!” He added.

I walked in and felt the floor was much softer here. As if Chris had put extra padding in or something.

The room was big, surrounded by walls but illuminated by soft lights and a windowed wood door, presumably to the backyard. The door had a huge opening on the bottom half. It must be where Duke comes in and out of. Although I couldn’t help but notice how tall and wide it was. Usually, doggy doors are a lot smaller.

The rest of the room was covered in an assortment of dog beds, chew toys, a food and water dish, and other various furniture and dog toys.

“This is Duke’s playroom! I reckon this will be the most demanding place for ya. I keep his food and water in here, and he likes to come in here and play with his toys. Brings all kinds of things in here, too, all of his favorite things. Well, almost. He keeps his very favorite stuff in his kennel, the doghouse outside."

​

I notice his food and water bowl are just huge. Bigger than I’ve ever seen for any pet before. Then I notice a lightly blondish-brown furred thing crumpled away in the corner of the room, tucked behind some of the furniture. It's big, almost like a giant stuffed animal.

“What’s that?” I say, pointing over to it.

“Oh that? Ha, I didn’t think that’d be in here. But yea that’s just another one of Duke’s toys, a doll. It’s his uh… ‘girlfriend’ I should say. At least it was. I think he’s gone and used it so much I’ll probably have to get him a new one. Poor Duke’s all pent up here, I had to give him something so he wouldn’t go destroying the house or breaking out my fence to find some mutt.”

“Oh…” I step closer to it, and I can’t help but wonder… just how big Duke is? The doll is pretty big for any dog I’ve ever seen. It looks like a replica stuffed animal of a dog, all crumpled up and torn in several places, with cotton stuffing breaking through various seams. Chris wasn’t lying; Duke sure has done a number on it. “He’s not neutered?” I ask.

“Neutered? Oh, definitely not! My Duke is a full purebred English Mastiff. I paid a lot for him, you know, and I couldn’t bear to see him neutered. Besides, if I could find him a proper mate, people would pay a small fortune for ‘em. I’m sure they're out there, somewhere, but the real problem is dealing with him in the meantime. He’s really territorial and can get pretty rough sometimes. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve repaired that doll of his.

“What are English Mastiffs like?” I ask, not really that familiar with dog breeds.

“You're not familiar? Haha, I don’t wanna spoil the surprise by telling you! I wanna see the look on your face when you meet him.”

Chris walked over to the door, unlatching a clasp and opening the door to a huge, fenced-in backyard.

“Now, as I said, he can be territorial sometimes, and he doesn’t know you, so stick with me, okay? Let him do what he needs to do to get comfortable around you.”

“Okay.” I nod my head, and I follow behind Chris out into the backyard, a little bit nervous. The backyard is a huge open field of grass, surrounded by distant fencing and trees.

“Duke!” Chris calls out, interrupting me from admiring the giant field Chris has for a backyard.

When I saw him, I really couldn’t believe my eyes. At first, I almost thought he was a small horse or something. Was that really… a dog?

He was huge, even running up to us from a distance; he looked huge, and he was certainly intimidating.

He neared close to us, and my eyes widened. His head came up to my chest, he was wide and long, like some kind of small bear. I could see the muscles in his legs, the strength of him was incredible. He finally reached us, standing just a few feet away, panting and slobber drooling off… a red ball in his mouth.

“There's my Duke! Hey boy!!” Chris praised Duke, rubbing his head with pets and praising him.” And look, you even brought your favorite ball to show your new sitter!” Chris stepped around him, petting his head and leaving me out in the open now from behind him, and that’s when Duke saw me.

He dropped the ball in an instant, his ears raised up to the sky, his head tilted and eyes looking right at me. He sniffed at the air a bit in my direction and took a cautioned step closer.

“Now, Duke, It’s alright, this is your new sitter. He’s going to take care of you, alright?”

Duke stepped forward again, but now he bared his teeth and began growling at me.

He looked terrifying, and the giant sharp teeth he displayed to me didn't help.

I nearly tripped backward, my breath catching in my throat scared.

Duke stepped even closer, Chris hardly restraining him, but trying to convince me it was all fine. “Ah, he won’t hurt you, he’s just testing you. You need to get on the ground!” Chris demanded.

“w–what?!” I said panicking.

“He thinks your challenging him. You gotta get low, you know, on your hands and knees, try and show him you're not a threat, or… a rival!”

Duke growled again, taking another step toward me. Panicking, I quickly did as he said, getting down on my hands and knees, desperate to correct whatever was upsetting Duke.

Duke growled again, stepping closer, this time close enough that I could feel his growl vibrating through the ground.

Chris shouted above me. “Further! lower! He thinks you're challenging him when you stand tall, so get low! He just wants you to show you mean no harm or anything!”

I got as low as I could, squeezing my eyes shut and practically hugging the ground. Because of my posture on hands and knees before, I lay down on my arms, with my knees still bent under me. My head rested on the grass, and coincidentally, my backside was aimed up in an awkward arching position due to my legs still being in the kneeling position under me. Ironically, I was in the puppy pose position.

Duke finally broke free from Chris, stepping beside me, still growling, but softer now. I didn’t dare open my eyes, praying he didn’t decide to rip me to pieces. I felt his breath near my neck, and a bit of air brushing against me as he sniffed me. I just laid there frozen, accidentally letting out a nervous whine like noise feeling him walk around me. He sniffed somewhere behind me, like dogs usually do to others, and finally he walked past me and back over to Chris.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, raising my head slightly to look up. Duke sat on his hind legs, looking at me. I dared not make any sudden move.

“Chris… can—can… am I good now?” I asked shakily, my voice pathetic.

“Sorry, I think he’s got a good sense of you now, but let's just see what he's okay with.”

Dead slowly, I started to rise first back onto my arms and knees. I got there fine, but the moment I lifted my arms off the ground and moved to sit up on just both my knees, Duke bared his fangs again, stepping closer and growling.

Instinctively, I shot back down to the ground with an audible, scared whine. As soon as I did, Duke eased off, this time standing in front of me face to face, with him taller than me in the position I was in. He just stood there content, looking at me and over to Chris occasionally, a bit of drool and slobber dripping from his mouth from growling.

“Well, I hoped it wouldn’t be like this, but I guess whenever you're around him, you’ll just have to be on all fours like that, okay?” Chris spoke with an honest tone that told me he wasn’t joking at all.

“I…” I wanted to protest, was he serious? but it occurred to me that what was I to do? If I couldn’t handle watching over Duke, then I wouldn't really be able to do the job I was hired for, would I? Then I’d be out of the job and a place to sleep.

Chris tried to comfort me. “It's not so bad, right? Just think of it as a fun thing. Besides, maybe he’ll relax once he gets to know you more.”

Dead slowly, I rose again, but this time I stopped at my hands and knees. Duke growled for a half a second, but when he saw I wasn’t raising any higher, he stopped. He moved back to Chris and picked up that red ball of his, carrying it in his mouth and bringing it right back to me. He dropped it in front of me, sitting in the grass, all covered with his slobber.

“Aww see!? He already wants you to play with him. See, it's not so bad!” Chris motioned to the ball, egging me on to throw it. “Give it a good toss, Duke really loves to fetch.”

Still nervous, I calmed down a little bit and remembered Duke was just a dog, it really wasn’t all that much a big deal. His large stature just made him so intimidating, it was easy to forget he wasn’t a wild small bear.

Awkwardly, I picked up his ball, trying to avoid all the dog slobber, and also not to give him the impression I was going to stand up. It made it hard to throw the ball on all fours like that, but I still managed to get a decent toss.

“Awesome!! Great throw! Get it, Duke!” Chris shouted, and the moment it left my hand, Duke bolted after it. I meant no offense to him, but even with how strong he looked, I was still surprised to see him run so fast, being such a big dog and all.

He quickly snatched up the ball, roughing it up and gnawing on it for a bit, then quickly came running back. He came right back to me, setting it in front of me again. He was so excited, he moved right up to me, sniffing at first, and then gave me a big slobbered lick all over the side of my face. “Aahh…Duke”

I wasn’t expecting it, and quickly I tried to wipe it off, but also made sure not to look like I was gonna stand up.

“He likes you! That's good!” Chris takes his turn throwing the ball now, and I watch, still on hands and knees as they go back and forth about a dozen times.

Finally, Duke seems to have had his fun and stops next to us, panting for breath.

“I think he’s probably tired after all that, come on, Duke, we’ll get you some water.”

Chris turns to head back to the house, and I realize I’ll have to follow by crawling. Luckily, the grass is soft enough that it doesn’t hurt my hands and knees. I trail behind Duke, who trails right next to Chris as we make our way back to the door.

Once we get there, Chris stands by the door and lets Duke through the large doggy door. Even with the door so big, Duke still has to squeeze through, with his whole body touching each side of the door. Chris then turns back to me and repeats his politeness from earlier. “After you!”

I felt a touch embarrassed, realizing he wasn’t going to open the door all the way. I guess he thought it was a good joke that I had to go through the doggy door. I pushed my head through, and the size difference between us became much more apparent. I was pretty skinny, short too, but nothing painted the picture more to me now than when I went through. I slipped through the doggy door like it was nothing, without even coming close to the sides, and I realized then that it wasn’t just that Duke was big, but he was so much bigger than me.

It was a strange thing, even big dogs I’d seen before still didn’t come close to being bigger than a human, for example. But especially now, while on all fours too? It was comical. Duke stood inside his playroom, watching me come through, and I found myself having to look up to see his face.

But then I made the mistake of looking him in the eyes, and he abruptly switched up again, growling and baring his teeth. Reflexively, my eyes shot downward, not trying to anger him, Perhaps unexpectedly, my body reacted automatically. My body arched my back, lowering myself to the floor, like it had learned what to do when Duke growled now.

By the time I looked up again, Chris was walking in, and Duke had moved to his food and water bowls.

“Let's get Duke some food and water, after all that exercise.” Chris walked over to a side closet, pulling out a big luxury brand of dog food and a jug of water. He stepped back over to me, setting them down next to Duke’s bowls. “Wanna give it a go? It’d be good for him to see ya filling the bowls!”

“uh, sure! How much should I give him?” I ask, crawling over to the bag and the jug. Also gaining a new appreciation for the padded floors as my hands and knees felt no discomfort sinking into it.

“Oh, all of it,” Chris replied nonchalantly.

My eyebrows raised. “All of it..? The whole bag?”

“Oh yea that’s nothing for him. Duke eats about 6-7 pounds of food a day, and that’s only a 7 pound bag. Besides, he’ll have you cooking for him by tomorrow, might as well use up what we got. If there’s any leftovers, he’ll get to it.”

I thought to myself in disbelief. 7 pounds of food a day? I didn’t even have but what, 1-2 pounds of food a day? Excluding water, probably even less.

I started with the water jug, which was awkward to open, still being on all fours, and even harder to pour. But I made sure to keep my back straight; I didn’t want to risk upsetting Duke. I managed to fill up his water dish, setting the jug down, and I began fiddling with the bag, eventually getting it open. It made me realize how weak I was, barely managing to heft the bag up to pour it in. But once it started, as more and more came out, it just got lighter and lighter, and eventually it was all poured into his dish.

Satisfied I had finished, I scooted back, allowing Duke to step past me, and he dug right into his food and water. His whole body moved in rhythm as he gulped down chug after chug of water, and I sat awkwardly next to him waiting.

Chris nudged me, mouthing out the words “try and pet him.” While circling his hands in the air in a petting motion.

I turned back to Duke, feeling the pressure from Chris. Reluctantly, I slowly moved my hand up, my hand growing so nervous it began to shake. But I kept at it, inching closer and closer until I finally squeezed my eyes shut and moved to set my hand on his back.

And…

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Nothing.

After a few seconds, I peered my eyes open, and Duke just continued to eat undisturbed, my hand resting on top of back. Slowly, I moved my hand backward, petting him with an open palm. I felt a rush of excitement and giddiness, holy crap, it was actually working. We had gone from teeth-barred growling to letting me do a gentle petting. When I thought about it like that, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and relief, maybe this won’t be so bad, maybe after he’s used to me it will all be normal again. It also gained me a bit of trust that Chris knew what he was talking about with this stuff.

I turned, looking back up to Chris, who shared a similar look of excitement.

“That's awesome… He must really like you or something, I’ve never had him adjust that quickly… Good job.”

I felt another rush of pride at that, this was about as good of a first impression as I could make.

“Alright, well, let’s leave Duke here to eat. We can finish up upstairs and get you off the floor while we’re at it.”

I nodded my head, following Chris to the hallway door. “Alright, Duke, be good down here!”

Chris opened the door, allowing me to crawl out, then quickly he slipped out behind me, shutting the door. He extended a hand down to me. “Here… Sorry about all that.”

I graciously took his hand, and he helped lift me up with ease. It was fair to point out that Chris had a good bit of weight on him too, and I was a lot smaller than him so it should have been fairly easy for him to help me up.

“How’s it feel being back on your feet?”

My first thought was that it was better, but in truth with the padded floors it really wasn’t too bad. “Well, the padded floors helped a lot actually.”

“Hey! Look at that, I knew it was a great idea. Come on, let’s head back upstairs.”

I followed him back upstairs, and we moved back into the kitchen. Chris poured us both a glass of water, and we sat at the kitchen island on stools.

“Feeling hungry after that?” Chris asked.

Now that he mentioned it. I hadn’t eaten all day, and I felt my stomach gnawing at me a bit. “uh, I haven't eaten yet actually, I could eat.”

“I tell you what, I’m sure you're tired, for your first night here why don’t I cook us something? You can take a nap upstairs in your room if you’d like, and I can come get you when it’s ready.”

I paused for a moment. It was very thoughtful, and sounded great, but I think he may have forgotten my room was still empty.

“Oh my gosh, Hey, that’s my bad, I totally forgot.” Chris apologized profusely.

“Oh it’s fine.. you don’t need to apologize.”

“You're welcome to rest wherever you’d like… although I’m trying to think if I've got…..Wait! Actually, I do have something…er… uh… wait here for a moment I’ll get it!”

Chris disappeared for a few minutes, the distant sound of opening and closing doors echoed through the hallways.

“Got it!” I heard his voice shout from somewhere deep in the house.

He rushed back to the kitchen, holding something large, round and grey, so big I couldn’t even see him holding it.

“Isn’t it great?” He said hopeful

I realized then it was a giant plush dog bed, almost comically sized.

“Now now, I know it’s technically a dog bed, but it’s as thick as a mattress and bigger than any bed I could build in there. And don’t worry…. it’s been cleaned I can assure you.”

“Uh…. “ I wasn’t entirely convinced.

“And it’s just temporary, till I can get you a proper bed. Here come test it out atleast.” He seemed convinced it was a good idea, and I suppose it truly wasn’t that different from a regular mattress, and hey it was better than the floor.

I stepped up to it, and true to his word, it was clean, although it did smell a bit like Duke. It was soft, and about as thick as a real mattress.

“So…. Whatddya think? Better than the floor atleast?” His persistence seem to win out ob me.

“....Okay…it’s good.” I offered a bit reluctantly.

“Awesome… and hey, I promise I’ll have a new bed for you soon. This is just an ‘in the meantime thing’. And If you're really not comfortable, I suppose you could have my bed until your bed’s done.”

Now that was a nice offer, I couldn’t help but refuse, it was just too nice. “Oh… no, I couldn’t make you do that. It... really it's fine for now.”

“You're sure? I don’t mind.” Chris spoke sincerely.

“It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.” I just couldn’t make him do something like that. It was something you offer to be nice, I couldn’t do that.

Chris led me upstairs, setting the dog bed down in my cramped room, and left me alone for privacy as he went downstairs to make the food.

I collapsed down into the dog bed, and truthfully, It was actually pretty nice. Again it still smelled feintly of Duke, but there were no visible marks or dirty spots. Didn’t have a bad smell or anything. I figured being designed for a dog like him, it was actually probably more padded.

I found myself drifting off to sleep, actually fairly………… quickly…………

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Hello, when reading Beast fiction, what are your thoughts on Urine/piss being involved?

If you do like that kind of thing, what do you like most about it?

If its not your thing, is it an instant stop read moment for you? Could you stomach a small amount of it assuming it fit into the story?