The Good Little Puppy

It didn’t take long for the cart to reach its destination, a large, blocky building surrounded by a low stone wall. The cart passed by the main gate without going in, giving the puppy only a few moments to look around at the inner area. Between the wall and the building was a large, barren field full of cages, pens, and other ways of holding naughty pets in place. Every single one designed to keep the pet in a position that at least one, if not more, of their holes could be freely used while the confined or restrained pet was unable to do anything to stop it.

The puppy shivered, letting out a low, whining whimper as she looked over the trapped pets. Over there a dog was in a cage too small for her, her rump and muzzle pushed up against the bars, one stallion taking advantage of this to rut her hard. Across the yard a mare-cow was tied into a stall, ropes holding her legs apart, the dark brands on her round rump marking how many times she’d been used.

Just as the cart was about to move past the opening, a loud chirping drew the puppy’s attention to a large tree and the cages hanging from its branches. In one, a pega-birdie was chained fast to the cage’s swing, the puppy just able to make out the bottom of a thick dildo fixed to the center of the swing and driven deep into the birdie. A pair of ponies smirked up at the caged pet as they played with a control on the side of the cage, the cries from inside of it making clear it was for the vibrations of the toy.

As the wagon moved past the opening the puppy curled up in the corner of the cage. Was this what was going to happen to her? Locked away, held fast for any random pony to use. She closed her eyes, picturing herself in one of those cages, pony after pony rutting her, each one pounding relentlessly, simply using her like a fuck toy, a bitch to be pounded and filled.

She moaned as the heat between her legs started to grow, one paw sliding down to try and tend to it. Owner would find her like that, used, filled, fucked, other masters’ cum dripping from her muzzle and tight little bitchhood. What would he do? Be mad? No, no, not Owner, he’d smile, maybe tease her a little, let the ponies waiting finish with her. Would he join in? Take her while she was helpless? She pressed the paw harder to her steadily moistening folds as she thought about it.

No, he wouldn’t, not Owner. He’d let her out of the cage, help her up, let her stretch a bit, all the while his glorious cock would be dangling under him, swaying, pulsing, but he’d never mention it, never bring it up, he knew what a good puppy she was. And she’d be a good puppy, no matter how long she’d been there, how many times she’d been used, a good puppy always took care of her Owner. She’d crawl under him, whimpering, begging to help him. It would be what he was waiting for, her to show everypony her place. To show she didn’t need to be locked up to let her Owner use her. He might even make her turn around use his special…

A loud squeal and the the sound of the ramp on the back of the wagon slamming to the ground broke her out of her reverie, her eyes shooting open and going wide in embarrassed horror as she saw the two Dog Catchers leering at her.

The puppy dropped her muzzle to the ground, pinning her ears to her skull and trying to cover her face with her paws. She saw them talking to each other, unable to catch more than a few muffled sounds of it through her pinned ears and over the pounding of her heart.

The two laughed as they opened the cage, one of them jabbing his pole at her and locking it on her collar while the other did the same to the poodle, securing her in place with it before moving to unhook her chains.The collie didn’t see much more of that as she was pulled to her paws and half led, half dragged out of the cage and towards the back door to The Pound.

Once inside the stallion leading her stopped to talk to another pony sitting behind the desk. They both looked back at the whimpering puppy and chuckled, her captor taking hold of his pole again and pulling her towards a set of large, swinging door behind the desk.

Inside was, well a pound. A long, concrete room filled with cages, though only about half a dozen held any ‘animals’. All of them pressed close to their bars to look at the newest arrival, yelping, meowing or roaring out a greetings as the new puppy was led to her own cage.

The Catcher used his pole to push her into the cell, making sure she was well into it before unhooking the catch from her collar, yanking the pole out, and slamming the door shut. He looked in at her and grinned, the hungry, eager grin she usually saw on doms prowling the Slave Pens for a nightly conquest.

“Well now, good to see you’re getting yourself nice and excited like a good little bitch. Don’t worry, if your owner doesn’t come by soon to pick you up, we’ll make sure to treat you reaaaaaal good.” He chuckled at that. “Take care now, and I’ll see you soon.”

The puppy jumped up, prancing in place for a second. The way he said that, his look, saying owner would have to come here, not that they’d try to find him, to help her; they didn’t care she was a good puppy, the Catcher just wanted an excuse to treat her like a bad puppy, his cock had even dropped while he was talking to her, swaying under him as he started to walk away.

An idea came to her in a flash, it might not work and she doubted she’d have thought of it if she wasn’t still a bit pent up from her thoughts of Owner finding her in a public cage. It was stupid, it wouldn’t work, but she had to try, she had to get out of here and find Owner!

Some tiny part of her was rolling her eyes and giggling, they could just set up another day for some fun… but it had been so long since they’d both had free days to spend together, she didn’t want to miss out on this one.

She rushed to the front of her cage, barking till she got the Dog Catchers attention. As he turned to her she spun around, crouching down and lifting her rear as high as she could, keeping her tail well out of the way as she presented herself to him. She looked back over her shoulder, giving him big, needy puppy dog eyes. As he started to look like he might not go for it she slid a paw back between her legs, rubbing her damp slit and letting out a needy whine.

The stallion slowly walked back towards the cage, his cock quickly growing larger under him as he watched the show. “Well now, glad to see the little bitch is already nice and eager. No need to wait around if you don’t want to I guess.”

The puppy scooted herself to the center of her cage, trying not to think about how every other pet in the room was staring at her, trying just to focus on her plan, on what she needed to do. This was totally just to be a good puppy and get back to Owner, nothing more, yup, just that. The way her tail wagged as the stallion unlocked the cage and stepped in was totally all just part of her plan.

She let out a low, pleading whimper as she felt him move up behind her, shaking her rump a bit. She had to resist the urge to bite her lip as his hoof ran along her rump, pushing her hind legs a bit further apart. “Very nice. Definitely not just some random stray. I’m going to enjoy rutting a pampered little puppy like you. If you’re sure you don’t want to wait for your master, if not, ready to go?”

His tone changed during the last sentence, losing some of the lecherous quality, becoming more concerned, almost inquisitive. The puppy cocked her head, trying to work out what he might have been trying to say. When she figured it out, only the fact she’d fall over trying to balance on three legs in this position kept her from facepawing. Her tail twitched, a single ring of the bell tied to the end of it echoing through the hallway.

Before the sound had fully died out, the stallion mounted the eager, needy, whimpering puppy under him. One hoof planted on the floor near her head, the other running down her neck and back in a rough, yet still calming manner as he got his lower half into position.

The whining turned into a muffled yelp as the puppy felt the broad, thick head of the stallion’s cock brush against her cunt. A shiver ran up her spine as the rigid stallionhood made another pass, finding it’s mark this time and pressing up against her bitchhood. He held himself there for a long, agonizing moment, leaving her right on the cusp of being filled. She could feel his pulse pounding as the warm flesh throbbed at her entrance, driving her wild, making her whine louder, start to rock her hips, trying to entice him to hurry up and pound her.

“Heh, seems some little bitch is nice and desperate for a good rutting. You going into heat maybe? There are plenty of studs out in the yard that would love to help you out.” He lowered his head, his breath making her ear twitch as he whispered into it. “Once I’m done with you of course.”

He drove his hips forward, ramming his shaft into her damp passage with a single long, hard thrust. The puppy raised her head as far back as she could and let out a part pained, part triumphant, part pleased howl.

“That’s it enjoy this like the little fuck-bitch you are.” His forehooves moved to hold her shoulders, using the extra leverage to rut her. Heavy, fast strokes that rocked her whole body and had her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth as she lay under him and let him claim her.

Her attention was drawn to a loud, needy mewling coming from the next cage over. The kitty inside of it was on her back, pressing as close to the bars between their cells as possible. The feline’s legs were spread wide as she mrawled for attention. She was close, so close…

The puppy started trying to scoot closer, using the heavy thrusts to slide her along the rough floor of her cage. The stallion noticed what she was doing once she’d moved far enough for the him to need to take an awkward step forward to continue slamming to the hilt into her.

“Oh? Want to share the fun? You really are a horny little slut-bitch, aren’t you?” He shifted his hooves, moving to let her crawl easier. His thrusts slowed down, each one now a fast, heavy pounding that sent her sliding along the floor. Each one sending a new wave of pleasure all along her body as her tight tunnel was hammered into again and again

“Go on, help the pussy out.” One final push and she let out a smaller, more pained yelp as her nose collided with one of the metal bars. The puppy quickly moved her head, sliding her long muzzle between the bars. She reached out with her front paws and pulled the kitty closer, sliding her as tight against the bars as she could.

Giving the feline a quick doggy grin, the puppy lowered her muzzle and went to work, her long, warm tongue lapping at the kitty’s damp folds. She could hear the cat starting to purr almost instantly, trying to focus on that rather than the stallion rutting her as hard and fast as he could. It felt so good, but she had to stay focused on her plan.

The cat’s purring got even louder and faster as the puppy pushed her tongue between the damp lips, diving in as deep as she could, lapping at the sweet, delectable honey while working to give her new friend the best care she could.

The puppy lost track of how long they were like that, the stallion mounting her, ramming into her over and over till her shoulders started to ache from being banged against the bars, only her thick coat keeping her chest from chafing on the floor. Her tongue alternating between burying in the pussy before her, and lapping at it hungrily.

Her drifting ended as she felt the stallion flaring out, her already abused bitchhood being forced even wider apart as the stallion switch to short, fast strokes, trying to quickly push himself towards his peak.

Her own climax was nearly on her, even as she did everything she could to try and push it down. It would leave her pent up, needy, but she needed to focus on-

Her train of thought derailed as the stallion yanked her back from the cage bars. He grabbed her tight, his cock drawing back till just the swollen, flared tip was still inside of her. “Mmmm, such a good, tight, horny bitch. The dogs in the yard are going to have sooo much fun with you. Now, be a good little slut and. TAKE IT ALL!” He slammed back in harder then ever, only his firm grip on her shoulders keeping the puppy from slamming into the bars. Deep inside of her she felt his shaft throb, having only a moment to prepare herself before the first thick, glorious wave of warm, heavy cum erupted from it.

Any hope of holding off her own orgasm was shattered as the rush of potent seed poured into her over and over, filling her, sateing her burning need. She howled, whimpered, her paws scrabbling on the rough floor of the cell as she thrashed under the pony, his hooves holding her too tight to do much more. She still fought to keep some sense, refusing to fully surrender to the pleasure, so the moment she felt his flood of seed die out, his body go limp, his hooves relax their grip, she was ready to move.

Bunching her paws under her, she braced herself for a moment, getting everything ready. Just as the stallion started to pull back, sliding his still lightly throbbing cock out of her, she jumped up, rolling herself to the side, her hind paws lashing out to try and knock his hooves out from under him.

With a startled cry the Dog Catcher landed hard on his side and rolled onto his back. Ignoring the sudden rush of damp warmth spreading down her legs, the puppy darted over to him. She grabbed the keyring hanging off his uniform in her mouth, tugging it free, flinching a bit as she heard something tear as she pulled. She didn’t want to get the guy in too much trouble, but she didn’t have time to be cautious.

She raced for the still open cage door, slamming it shut behind her and hearing the lock click. That should hold for at least long enough for her to get a good escape lead. As he scrambled to his hooves, she tossed the keyring into the cat’s cage, giving her a quick, sympathetic apology look for not having helped her finish up, but no time now.

As the pets locked away in the hall barked, meowed, and other forms of what she thought was cheering, the puppy raced for the doorway out, behind her she thought she heard the stallion mutter “Not again!”

She skidded to a halt just before the swinging door. Moving as cautiously as she could she very, very slowly nosed it open, staying as low to the ground as she could as she peaked out. The guard that had been sitting there was gone. She nosed out a bit more, being sure to look up and immediately to either side of the door as well. Only when she was sure the coast was clear did she slip the rest of the way out.

A noise to her right made her freeze, then race for the cover of the desk. Peeking around it, she saw a doorway that had been just out of sight before. Through it she could see the poodle she’d shared the cart with strapped down on a large table, the other Dog Catcher and the guard that had been at the desk when they’d come in were on either side of her.

She watched the two stallions rutting the helpless canine, a dull heat still throbbing between her legs that had nothing to do with the cum leaking from her slit. She let out a small, muffled whimper, all the thoughts she’d had about what to expect while being taken to the pound coming back to her mind. All the ways she might be punished, used, violated, just like the poodle being spitroasted.

She looked back at the door to the cages. All the ways she’d imagined this going and all she’d gotten was a quick, and not exactly satisfying rut. Part of her wanted to go back, or stay here till she got caught just to see what they might do to her after that. She grit her teeth and shook her head, forcing her attention back to the exit. No, she had to get back to Owner, be a good puppy.

But she would definitely ask him to bring her back here sometime very soon.

A loud moan from the other room let her know one of the stallions had reached their peak and was filling the poodle. Giving the other puppy a quick doggy grin she crawled to the door. The latch was easy to paw open and with that she was free. She bound to her paws and rushed for the trees behind the building, taking the first path she could find and running as fast she could along it. Sparing only a single look back before diving into the treeline and racing away.

The undergrowth quickly closed in around her, blocking the pound and any hint of the Town from view, even the sounds of it vanished. The puppy noticed none of this as she made her mad dash along the path, trying to put as much distance between her and The pound as possible, as much to keep them from finding her and taking her back as to keep herself from giving into the temptation to go back herself. No, not now, not yet, she had an Owner to find.