A Puppy Goes ExploringView OnlineThe Good Little PuppyA Puppy Goes Exploring The puppy pushed a bit harder on the boards of the fence. She could feel them moving, if she could just push them a bit more then maybe… She stepped back with a low whine. She was so close to doing this that at this point it was more to prove she could than any real desire to get out. She dug at the dirt around the loose post, shifting a bit more out of the way. Digging her paws into the ground she set her shoulders to the loose planks and pushed, feeling it giving way. A gap opened up. She quickly shoved her muzzle through, pushing harder, forcing the gap wider and wider. With a long, low growl she got her head through, feeling the wood scrape along her neck as she did so, thankful for her thick fur coat keeping it from actually causing any injury. The gap was about as wide as it would go, she could just barely fit her shoulders through, if she could get them through… almost... almost… With a loud yelp she went flying out of the gap, tumbling over onto her back as she popped free of the fence. Quickly rolling to her paws she leaped up into the air and gave an excited yip, she’d shown that fence who was boss. She paused for a moment to look herself over. Making sure her safety bell was still securely attached to the end of her tail and that her hoof, or in this case paw, straps were still in place around each leg. Each one tailor made to provide a safe and secure point to attach whatever restraints her Owner may wish. She wished she had a mirror to check more, but she already knew what she’d see, a large, red collie. Or at least as close to one as the transformation potion could get her looking. They weren’t totally perfect, at least not the ones she used. Still, it was more than enough to make clear she was a puppy, albeit one only slightly smaller than a pony, but still a puppy; she even had a nice, shiny, black collar and everything. Her introspection died down as she realized she was on the other side of the fence, outside of the pet daycare she was supposed to stay at till Owner came back to pick her up. She rushed back to the fence, trying to push the boards back out of the way with no success. She’d just barely managed to push them aside enough to get out, and the gap wasn’t going to open at all the other way. She laid down, covering her face with her paws as she whined. Why did she have to do this? Why did she have to try and get out to begin with? Just to see if she could? She was a good little puppy, she should have known better. Now Owner would be upset, maybe even worried if he came back and she wasn’t there. She could just go around to the front and get the daycare attendants to let her in, but they’d be sure to tell Owner she had been, she flinched even thinking it, a bad puppy! But, a worried Owner that was concerned about not being able to find her would be even worse than an Owner upset at her for being curious. Maybe she could find another gap in the fence, a way to slip inside without being seen. She got back up on her paws and shook some of the dirt off her coat. Yeah that was what she’d do. Just follow the fence around and if she didn’t find another way through by the time she reached the main entrance she’d just have to explain things and hope Owner wouldn’t be too upset. The daycare was built on the edge of the main Pet Town complex, so there was nothing around her on this side of it but open fields filled with scattered trees. She walked the length of the fence, testing it regularly for any loose planks but found nothing. To make matters worse, the side of the park was built right up against another building, not even the slightest gap between the wall and the fence. Still, this could be a good thing. If she could slip into that building, maybe she could find a window or even a door the led right into the daycare! She hurried along the back of the buildings, passing a few before finally finding an alley she could cut through to get to the front of them. She skid a bit as she burst out onto the street, two pony-sized felines hissing at her from their perches on reinforced windowsills. She ignored them, turning to hurry back towards the daycare. She also completely ignored the two, white suited stallions standing by a large, cage filled wagon. The Dog Catchers only worried about stray or misbehaving animals after all and she was a good puppy who had a loving Owner to take care of her. An Owner who… wasn’t… with her… She slowed, the realization of what this looked like dawning on her only a moment before the net crashed down on top of her. She struggled, trying to get clear of the mesh, it was only over her head and forepaws so she managed to hold it down with those while backing out. Just as she pulled her head out from the net, there was a sudden pressure on the back of her neck and a loud click. Already knowing what she would find, she turned her head. Sure enough, the larger of the two Dog Catchers was holding a long pole, its far end now clamped around her collar. “You ain’t gonna give us any trouble, are ya you sweet little thing?” He drawled out as his partner lowered the ramp on the back of the wagon and opened the cage. The puppy shook her head, she was a good puppy, this was all just a misunderstanding. She pulled away a bit, just enough to get as much distance as she could from the stallions, but not enough to make it look like she was trying to get away. What should she do? Go with them? She had her collar and her tags, they could find Owner easily enough, but then he’d find out she had been naughty. He might even punish her, that would be very not good... even if that thought made her tail wag. She took a quick moment to get the silly thing under control. She was a good puppy; she had to be back at the daycare when Owner came back. But she couldn’t get away. If she went with them, she’d be taken to The Pound. She whined at the thought, at the stories about what happened to the bad pets who got sent there. But she wasn’t a bad pet, maybe they had an area for pets like her, who were just lost, not runaways? The Dog Catchers were just standing there, watching her as she looked between them and the place Owner was expecting her, weighing her options. Neither making a move to force her anywhere. It took her a moment to realize it was clear she wasn’t sure about this and they were waiting on her to decide. She could just ring the bell tied to the end of her tail a few times and walk away. Call this whole thing off. No, no. She shook that idea out of her head, where was the fun in that? But that left either fight to get away, something she wasn’t sure she could do, or just go with them. Fighting would just have them treat her rougher and make sure she got sent to the bad puppy side of The Pound. She let out a little whimper, forcing her tail still as it tried to start wagging again at the thought of what might happen to here there. She had to go with them and hope they would help her find Owner. Owner was kind, and gentle, and forgiving, he might be annoyed she was naughty but he would understand. Maybe even punish her since they would be at the pound anyway... She yipped at the Dog Catchers and nodded, jerking her head towards the wagon and trying to keep her tail tucked down between her legs to hide just how excited the thought of what might happen there made her. But she was still a good puppy, she’d do anything she had to to get back to her Owner as quickly as possible. If they wouldn’t help her with that, she’d just have to try something else once she got there. After having a bit of fun if she could of course. She let them lead her into the cage, giving a quick yip to the poodle that was sharing the wagon with her. The other dog gave her a whine, its muzzle and the chains locked around its legs keeping it from doing much more. Clearly this was a bad puppy who had fought back. The Dog Catchers harnessed themselves into place and began to pull their latest catches towards the Pound. As the cart started to rock, the puppy crawled closer to her companion, staying low, her tail wagging playfully. The chained up puppy growled, but she also had a fun little grin as she shook her head at the playful, excited collie. The free puppy tried playing with the clearly not wholly unfriendly new puppy-friend, but her being chained up and muzzled limited what they could do, finally the good little puppy simply laid down to wait for them to reach their destination.
Pound PuppyView OnlineThe Good Little PuppyPound PuppyIt 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.
Puppy Goes WildView OnlineThe Good Little PuppyPuppy Goes WildThe puppy ran through the trees and brush taking turns at random even darting through the undergrowth a few times to make it as hard as possible for anypony to follow her. It also meant that by the time she slowed down she had no idea where she was or how to get out of these… woods… the heavy… large... woods… Her eyes went wide as she realized where she was, The Wilderness! She fought back a whimper as she looked around; eyes and ears searching for any sign of anything the might be around her. This wasn’t a place for pets, not even the naughty ones the Dog Catchers had fun with, this place was for the ones that had gone beyond just being stray’s and were outright feral. Okay, okay, she could get out of this. She just had to be careful, sneaky, and clever. The woods had to end at some point, and they couldn’t be that large, so just pick a single direction, keep going in it, and hope she found the edge before something else found her. Crouching lower she began to head back down the path, taking pains to move as quietly as possible now. The trail soon led her to a clearing. She paused at the edge of it, looking all around for any signs of danger. She was about to step out into the open when the breeze picked up and she caught the scent of somepony close. Freezing, she tried to find where it was coming from, slipping back further into the foliage as she caught the sound of the pony moving down one of the other paths. A stallion stepped out into the clearing; he was wearing both a mask and collar and was decked out in a Daring Do style helmet and vest and carrying several ropes. A Hunter! A pony looking to catch and claim some of the feral beasts the lived in The Wilderness. The puppy tried to keep as still as possible, wishing she’d backed away further and knowing that now any movement would draw the attention of the hunter. She waited, hoping he’d simply move on quickly. Unfortunately, the stallion started looking around the clearing. After a quick sweep he went back to the path he’d come from and started using his ropes to set up some kind of snare. The puppy started to slip back further every time the pony’s back was turned, just a few hoof lengths each time, but she paused, her ears perking up as she heard a quick, extremely high pitched sound from somewhere above. Her ears twitched as she tried to track the source of the noise, the stallion seeming to have not noticed it at all. She just barely caught the muffled sound of something leathery flapping, the hunter pausing in his work as he heard that sound. He backed away from his nearly completed snare and looked around, not seeing the shadowy form swooping down at him from the trees till it was too late. The creature landed right on top of him, long, dark hooves wrapping around him as black, leathery wings beat furiously to lift its prize off the ground. The creature let out a high pitched, triumphant “EEEEEEEEEEEEE!” as it took to the air, carrying it’s victim away. The puppy poked her head into the clearing, watching as they disappeared into the trees. Snugglebats! The most infamous creatures to inhabit these woods. Hiding in the trees, just waiting for their unsuspecting prey to wander near before they swoop down and carry them off. Holding their prey captive while they relentlessly, mercilessly snugglefuck them. She snuck out into the clearing, keeping to the edge of it, her eyes focused on the trees above for any more of the affectionate beasts as she slunk towards the path the stallion had come from. She slipped past the unfinished trap and took off down the path, figuring it was her best bet for the fastest way out. After a few minutes of making her way down the new path she started to hear the sounds of ponies and pets in the distance. It was coming from off to one side, but she still picked up her pace, figuring she was going the right way, while keeping her eyes out for any trails that might head off in the direction of the noises. She paused in front of a gap between two trees, looking at the hints of buildings she could see not far off and trying to figure out if the underbrush there was thin enough for her to make her way through directly rather than trying to find a path when she heard a low, rumbling growl from off to her side. She spun around, slipping into a defensive crouch. She felt her legs tremble as she saw the massive canine standing on the path in front of her. He looked like a cross between a husky and a wolf; his fur was matted, tangled; his face hidden behind a black and orange mask, but his eyes glaring at the bitch now half cowering in front of him. The puppy took a step back, debating if she should simply turn and run, trust that she could outpace the massive creature, when a matching growl made her look behind her. Two more wild dogs moved into position to block her escape. She had to bite her tongue, lightly of course, as she’d long ago learned how dangerous that could be with sharper teeth, to avoid grinning at one of the ‘dogs’. Sure, one of them was a lean, powerful looking doberman, but the other… somepony hadn’t wanted to commit to going the full way and using a transformation potion, instead opting for fake dog ears, muzzle, and even paw-booties over his hooves. The effect was just too adorable for her not to want to d’awww at. A snarl from the alpha snapped her attention back to the situation at paw. She was a poor, helpless little bitch, reeking of sex already, trapped by three large, powerful, and, going by a quick glance between their front legs at the impressive shafts already on display there, very horny wild dogs ready to turn her into their personal little fuck toy. If the orange colored masks were any indication, they weren’t likely to take it easy on her either. She crouched lower, even if that had the almost certainly unintentional effect of spreading her hind legs further apart, and looked between the three of them. They were so large, so powerful, she knew she had no hope of fighting them off, and she was already surrounded. Her eyes darted again to the still swelling cocks dangling under them and whined. The Pound had gotten her all excited and failed to quite live up to her fantasy’s, if through her own fault, these three though? She swallowed hard, making a show of shivering as the dogs prowled closer. The fastest way to get back to Owner would be to just give in, to not fight, to let them simply have their fun and then go on her way. Yes, that was it, this was the fastest, easiest way to keep moving on, not just her indulging herself. Her tail flagged up, giving the two behind her a clear view of her already damp slit. Looking up at the wolf-dog she smiled and nodded, her tail twitching once as the silvery peal of her safety bell rang out. Before the echoes of her bell had faded, the wolf rushed at her. Coming in low he swept his shoulder under her, easily flipping her over onto her back in a single swift motion. His heavy paw came down on her chest, making her startled yelp trail off into a breathless gasp. He stood over her, growling down at her, his teeth fully bared. His paw pressed down just hard enough to make his point, that she was utterly helpless and at his mercy, without making it hard to breath. She looked up into his snarling face and let out a submissive whine, folding her front paws up against her chest in surrender. The wolf-dog lowered his head, his jaws parting. He took her throat between his teeth, closing them just enough for her to feel the sharp teeth pressing into her flesh before stopping. The meaning was clear, he wasn’t going to hurt her, but she was powerless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her. She was his bitch. The puppy shivered as that sank in, her eyes darting down to the massive cock dangling under the wolf, throbbing heavily, ready to rut her senseless. She whimpered again, her hindlegs spreading further apart. A snapping twig made her glance up again, the other two members of the pack had gotten closer, standing just above her head, their own thick shafts on full display for the prone bitch. The alpha of the group took his paw off her chest and released his hold on her neck, assured that she knew her place. He moved down her body, sliding his muzzle between her legs and taking a long sniff. The puppy felt her cheeks burn, there was no way he couldn’t smell the last stallion on her, or likely still in her. What would he think? That she was some complete slut? Just some cheap fuck-pet for ponies… and dogs… to use? She whined loudly at the thought, she wasn’t like that, she was a good puppy. But, she couldn’t deny the thought was getting her even hotter. The alpha growled, his hot tongue giving her aching, needy slit a single lick before he stood back up, staring right into her eyes as he moved overtop of her. She wasn’t sure if she was just imagining it, but she thought the look he gave her was telling her he was going to claim her, that he was going to show her her place. Not as some pet for ponies to use, but as a proper bitch for a real alpha dog. She tensed as his tapered cock moved closer, as it was lowered down towards its waiting sheath. Trying to prepare herself for what was about to happen. Eager, excited, if she was still a pony she was sure her pussy would be winking constantly right now. But still nervous about what... about what… Any thought left her mind as the tip of the wolf’s breeding spear brushed against her slit. She whined, whimpered, her hips squirming as he held it there, teasing her. All of it cutting off into one long, loud yelp as he thrust forward, his cock easily spreading her wide and sinking deep into her. Without giving her a chance to get used to it more, he bore down, thrusting over and over, showing no mercy as he buried his shaft in her cunt till the already swollen knot slammed into her aching folds. He pressed his paw back on her chest, holding her in place, giving her no hope of escape, of easing anything. He was claiming her, and she simply had to lie there like a good bitch. The puppy’s whines grew shorter, quicker. Being pinned like this, helpless, utterly at this animal’s mercy. She shuddered under the wolf as he started to pull back out, the moment he slammed back into her she let out her loudest cry yet as she came. The alpha didn’t let up, even as her pussy squeezed tight around his shaft and she writhed in pleasure under him he hammerd into her over and over, hard enough that she could almost feel herself literally being fucked into the ground. All of it just driving her climax even higher, longer. By the time it passed she was a panting, limp mess, and still he plowed into her. His remorseless pounding slowed for a moment as one of the other two barked. After one last slam, this one driving the knot partway into her, enough to make her gasp as she was spread so wide, before he pulled back slightly. She heard him reply to the others and saw him nod. Before she could react he grabbed her with his forepaws and rolled them both over, leaving her laying on top of his broad chest, still impaled on his cock. The other two moved quickly. The non-transformed stallion stepping up to her head, his thick cock already leaking pre as he pushed her muzzle towards it. She didn’t need any other orders or hints, pushing her head closer she eagerly licked at the head of his cock, cleaning off the pre before moving lower. Her tongue wasn’t quite as dextrous when she was a puppy, but it was longer, and much, much warmer and she knew how to use it. She wrapped it around his shaft as best she could, alternating between that, and long, fast licks, getting as much of the tasty stallionflesh coated in her saliva as she could as fast as possible, wanting to be sure to tend to all of it before moving on. She was moving back into position to start sliding the slick cock into her muzzle when she realized the third dog had moved behind her. He reared up, his paws landing on her back as he moved closer. She froze, her whole body going stiff as she realized what he was about to do. She felt the tip of his cock press to her tail hole and push. The sudden contact breaking her paralysis as her tail lashed wildly back and forth, five quick rings of her safety bell filling the woods with their silvery peal. The two males on top of her broke off instantly, stepping away and giving her space. The wolf-dog under her stopped all motion, his paws falling away, but making no motion to move her off his shaft, letting her control that. She stayed on it for a few seconds, enough to force herself to calm down slightly. Giving the alpha an apologetic smile she slid off of him and stepped to the side. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to get herself fully under control. She had just come so close to being a very, very, very bad puppy, but how to tell them? With Owner, he’d want her to just fully break character, to talk to him directly, but none of them had spoken yet, could she make clear the problem without fully breaking out of being a little fuck-puppy? Opening her eyes she saw all three of them looking at her, concern obvious on their faces even through the masks. She gave them a reassuring grin, they’d hadn’t really done anything wrong after all. She sat down and twisted herself so she could show them her rump while still looking at them. She placed a paw on her pussy and nodded her head, letting out an excited series of barks. Then she shifted her paw to her tailhole and shook her head while growling. All three nodded, the one that had tried to use that hole folding his ears down, but still smiling at her. She cocked her head and let out a curious sounding yip, if they were up for it she definitely didn’t want to end the fun here. All three returned her question with enthusiastic barks of their own… and she had to fight not to facepaw as the still a pony’s attempts at sounding like a dog. Though it was still adorable. The alpha rolled onto his back again, waving a paw for her to get on. The puppy got to her paws and quickly followed the suggestion, straddling the wolf-dog and lining up her empty cunt with his cock. As she got in position, the other canine moved over to stand near the stallion. Looking between all three of them one last time, she gave her safety bell another ring and slammed herself back down on the twitching cock. She let out a loud yelp as the massive shaft spread her still aching cunt wide again, but didn’t stop forcing herself down till she felt the knot pressing against her once more. The stallion stepped back into place, the puppy eagerly shoving her head under him. His cock had started to soften during the interruption, but a few long, wet licks brought it back to full. As the alpha under her grabbed her hips and resumed pounding into her she slid the rigid stallion cock into her mouth, taking care to keep her teeth clear of it. Since she was a very good puppy, she ignored that the ‘dog’ mounting her from the front was muttering under his breath in a very un-puppy like fashion. Even if hearing his repeated ‘ohhh yes’ and ‘take it bitch’ was making this all the hotter Under her, the alpha had gotten into a steady rhythm. He would hold her still while hammering up into her cunt, pounding her as hard and fast as she could before slowing down, using his grip on her to force her to ride his shaft. All the while she could feel the thick length deep inside of her throbbing, teasing her as he brought himself closer and closer to unloading, only to pull back, to keep her waiting. She lost track of how long she was pinned between the two males, being used from both ends, treated as their own personal cock-milker. The stallion took a tighter hold of her head, starting to ram his cock deep down her throat, his moans getting louder and louder as she felt his shaft flare out. Her tongue worked eagerly along the base of his cock, even darting out to lick his balls as she felt them almost quiver, coaxing them to hurry and… All else was cut off as he pushed her even deeper on his stallionhood, mashing her nose into his crotch, his hips humping in quick, short jerks as he came, a rush of warm jizz pumping down the puppy’s throat, forcing her to try and swallow as much as she could, yet unable to match the torrents of seed, feeling some of it pushing back to leak down her muzzle. She was held there, just barely able to breathe, till the last heavy shot of cum was milked from the cock and it started to soften, the ‘dog’ giving her head and neck a few gentle strokes before pulling out and stepping aside. Only for the wolf-dog to slam her down onto his knot harder then ever. Without giving her a moment to recover, the wolf started to ram into harder than ever, over and over, his knot working deeper and deeper with each thrust. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth as each heavy slam sent a wonderful wave of pain out from her abused cunt as he tried to fully knot her. Though the pain and soreness quickly started growing beyond anything pleasurable. Her tail twitched, the bell not ringing out yet. Two more heavy thrusts and she felt like she was about to be split in half, there was no way she could take this. Letting out a whimper she took a deep breath, her tail twitched again, the safety bell ringing out three times before falling quite again. There was one more yelp inducing slam before the he could stop himself, but he quickly let up on the pressure. Without missing a beat the alpha went back to rutting her hard and fast, his cock hammering her cunt, but stopping just as the tip of his bulging knot brushed against her aching folds. With a quick twist, the massive canine flipped the two of them back over. He placed a paw on the puppy’s chest, pinning her down, his lips pulled back in a predatory grin as he looked down at the whimpering little fuck toy under him as he hammered into her over and over. The puppy moaned, whimpered, being held down, helpless, used so roughly, and without the aching pain of trying to take his knot, she could feel another climax building quickly. This time, the alpha-dog showed no signs of letting up, of slowing down or pacing himself, he was going to rut her, fuck her, breed her, and not stop till she was filled. She reached up, wrapping her forepaws around his neck and holding tight, her whines growing louder, more insistent. His own rough breathing getting heavier and heavier, til with a loud howl he slammed down hard enough for her to feel the top of his knot trying to force its way in again, any worry about that washed away as his bulbous cock throbbed deep in her, a massive wave of heat flooding her breeding hole. The sensation set her over the edge, everything whiting out as she yelled, cried, and howled, waves of pleasure washing over her body as the warm fullness grew larger and larger, more and more canine cream being pumped into her. By the time she came back to her senses, it was to a dull, empty feeling ache between her legs as the alpha pulled out of her, a wave of his cum leaking out and coating her rear. He leaned down, giving her an affectionate nip before stepping off from on top of her. Looking around, she saw the other two members of the pack waiting a bit away, the stallion giving her a warm grin through his fake muzzle, the other canine just sitting patiently, his tail wagging gently. As he saw her looking he gave her a doggy grin and shook his head, making the puppy feel a quick surge of guilt at not having tended to him, yet at the same time feeling grateful that things seemed to be over. Her rear was so sore, and her legs feeling so weak, she wasn’t sure she’d have been able to do much more anyway. Rolling over, she got unsteadily to her paws, the wolf-dog giving her a bit of help and pressing close to keep her steady till she stopped wobbling. She was sore, tired, she felt used, her bitchood ached, and the cum leaking from it would be a massive pain once it started drying in her fur. Yet despite that, it had felt so good, been so rough, so intense, that she didn’t regret a thing about it. Moving between all three and giving them a quick nuzzle she headed back down the path, seeing the trail curving steadily towards where the sounds of ponies was coming from. She’d had her fun, but she still had an Owner to find.
A Good Puppy's RewardView OnlineThe Good Little PuppyA Good Puppy's RewardThe puppy stumbled out of the woods, sore, tired, her coat a mess, and her muzzle and rump coated in drying jizz. She took a few moments to relax, lying down on the grass and looking around to try and get her bearings. She had no idea how long it had been since she escaped the daycare center, but it had to be long enough that Owner had come back to pick her up and found her gone. That thought got her back to her paws, she had to find him even if she had no idea where he might be now. First, she had to figure out where she was, nothing around her looked familiar aside from clearly being part of Pet Town. She headed towards the largest grouping of ponies and pets she could see, hoping to get some hints while also hoping nopony made too big a deal about her rough appearance and lack of a nearby master, just wanting to find Owner as quick as possible. She peeked around the corner into the park she’d been heading to. At least she knew where she was now. The park was filled with pegasi acting like birds, as well as pegasus sized bird feeders, baths, roosts, and other such things. The Aviary was a good distance from the parts of the Town she usually stayed at, but she at least know what direction to head now, figuring Owner would stick to that area too. She was about to turn and head off when she heard a familiar voice mixed in with the chirping and squawking of the pega-birds. A smile broke over her muzzle at the sound, if anypet could help her find Owner it was her. Scanning through the flocks she spotted the pegasus she was hoping for, her blueish-white coat and blue mane standing out against the tree she was perched in, tweeting and singing beautifully. The puppy rushed over to the tree, barking happily as she leapt back and forth, ignoring the looks she was getting from the other ponies while trying to get the pega-pet’s attention. The pegasus looked down, a massive grin breaking out across her face as she saw the puppy beneath her. She quickly took to the air, her tweeting growing louder and happier as she spiraled down to the puppy, crashing into her and sweeping her up in a tight hug. The puppy returned the hug, nuzzling the pegasus’ neck, adding a few long licks to her cheek, making the pegasus laugh and pull back. The puppy looked up at her, pausing for a moment to try and figure out how to let her know what she needed help with. An idea came to mind, she just had to hope she’d understand what she meant. She touched a paw to the padlock dangling from her collar, which was engraved with Owner’s cutie mark, then reached out to lay the paw against the identical padlock hanging from her herdsister’s neck. The puppy looked around, giving an exaggeratedly puzzled expression and let out a questioning yip before cocking her head. The pegasus watched this for a moment, her expression growing thoughtful as she tried to work out what her herdsister wanted before letting out a chirp. She pointed her wing at the puppy then at the ground. She did the gesture again, the puppy nodding at the sign to stay put before the pegasus took to the air, sweeping up over the buildings as she went to search for their master. Finally noticing the attention she was getting, the puppy felt her cheeks heat up. She did her best to ignore the looks, moving over to sit under the tree and getting to work trying to smooth out the snarls from her coat, wanting to look as good as possible when she found Owner. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before the pegasus spiraled back down, hopping about and tweeting excitedly. She took to the air, perching on a street lamp and waving a wing for the puppy to follow. Getting to her paws, she raced after the pegasus, who took off and began soaring down a street, staying low and going slow enough for the puppy to easily tail her. The puppy rushed after her herdsister, though quickly started to pant, having to slow down by the second street they turned down, the long day catching up to her. She was about to call out for the pegasus to wait a moment when the birdie-pone tweeted excitedly, a hoof pointing down the street. Following the gesture the puppy saw her prize, the pony she’d been trying to find all day. Owner was walking out of their favorite pet store, tucking a bag into his saddlebags. All thoughts of being tired forgotten, the puppy started barking wildly, rushing as fast she she could for Owner. He looked up, a huge smile on his muzzle as he saw her running for him, spreading his wings to catch her up in a hug as she got close. The puppy leaped the last length between them, barreling into Owner hard enough to knock him back a step, wrapping her paws around his neck, burying her face in his mane, pulling back to happily lick him. Her tail wagged so fast it blurred. All the while Owner’s wings held her tight, his hoof stroking down her neck and side as he laughed and halfheartedly tried to fend off her enthusiastic licking. “Alright, alright, calm down Puppy, Master’s here. Yes, yes he missed you too. He, bleh! Watch where you're licking.” The puppy barely heard what he was saying, overjoyed simply at being with him again, at having found him. She gave him a few more licks before pulling back, sitting down on haunches and grinning up at him. Owner shook his head, wiping some of the slobber off his cheek and looked down at the waiting puppy, his face growing stern. “Now, are you going to explain where you were? I was worried you know. Nopony knew what had happened to you, where you’d gone.” She flinched at the scolding, her ears pinning down to her head as she lowered it, letting out a long whimper. She had been a bad puppy, she knew it, she deserved this. Owner stared down at her, his face hard, upset, almost glaring down at the puppy as she waited for the rest of her punishment. He kept glowering at her for a bit longer, but slowly his expression broke, his lips twitching up into a smile, his ears perking forward, finally he laughed, going back to his normal, kind, happy expression as he shook his head. “Damnit, stop being so adorable that I can’t stay mad at you!” He reached down, running a hoof down her back. “I’m just glad you’re alright, and that you’re back, it’s been too long since we got to spend time together.” The puppy basked in the praise, she knew Owner wouldn’t be too hard on her… even if she wouldn’t exactly mind him taking her back to The Pound to properly punish her. Letting out an excited yip she rolled over, her legs curling up as she presented herself for belly rubs. Owner was quick to give her what she wanted, his hoof went to work as he looked her over. “You… had quite the adventure didn’t you? You’re a bit of a mess.” He flicked a stray leaf away that had been caught in her fur. “I’m definitely going to want to hear about…. this…” He trailed off, his hoof moving down between her hind legs and pushing them apart, fully revealing the matted fur still splattered with the dried remnants of her earlier encounters. “Well now, somepuppy definitely had some fun, and without Owner?” She whimpered again, squirming on the ground. Though, Owner didn’t sound upset at least, more… curious? Maybe even a bit excited? “You’re definitely going to have to tell me about this later.” Looking up, a grin broke out across her muzzle as she saw Owner’s cock had already dropped out of its sheath. “But for now, I’m just glad you found me, did you want to go take a rest or anything?” She was only half paying attention as Owner kept talking, already knowing what he would be saying. He was such a caring, loving Owner, always looking out for her, being so gentle and considerate, but she was a good puppy, and good puppies always took care of their Owners above all else. She rolled over and half squirmed, half crawled underneath Owner till she could reach out and lick his cock. She let out a tiny chuckle at the reaction as she felt Owner stiffen, his words trailing off as she went to work. Her long, warm tongue dancing over Owner’s amazing cock, reveling in the familiar taste. She closed her eyes, letting instinct and training take over, working her tongue down the quickly growing shaft, lavishing some attention on his churning balls. He must be so pent up, must have waited so long for her, she had to fix that. “Good… good puppy… but you know… ohhhh damn… you know you don’t need to… to do this right now.” She shook her head, Owner was always so good to her, maybe a little overprotective at times, but always sweet and caring about it. She knew he’d be fine just heading to an aftercare room for some snuggling, help her recover from the hardships of the day so far, but no, she was going to be a good puppy and make sure owner was tended to. As she felt his cock reaching its peak she slipped it between her lips, letting just the slightest hint of her teeth brush over the firm flesh as she slid it deeper and deeper into her muzzle. She could hear the ‘poomf’ of Owner’s wings as she did that, he had a major fetish for that, having a big, strong predator sucking on his cock, being able to hurt him really bad, yet knowing she’d never actually do that to him. She bobbed down on his cock, taking a deep breath before letting it slide into her throat. She didn’t stop till her nose was pressed against his crotch, every last throbbing inch of his stallionhood buried deep down her throat. It felt so good, so right. The taste so familiar, the scent taking her back to so many wonderful times they’d spent together, The near perfect way his cock filled her throat. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations. Holding it as long as she could, the puppy finally pulled back, letting the thick shaft slide out of her mouth as she backed up, crawling out from under her stallion and looking up at him with an eager, happy ‘yip’. His hoof scratched under her chin, sliding down her neck then back up as he smiled at her, his wings quivering stiffly above his back. “Good… very good puppy. If you’re sure you’re up for it then…” She cut him off with an eager bark, her tail wagging as she turned around and presented herself for him to mount. Owner let out a slightly nervous sounding chuckle and looked around. “Okay, that’s a yes, but let me finish. If you really want this let’s at least head somewhere a bit less in the way.” She looked around, noticing for the first time the small crowd they’d started to gather, as well as the looks being shot at them from the clerks running the pet store whose front door they were blocking. She gave everypony a sheepish grin and lowered herself down, following Owner’s signal to head to a nearby vacant lot that was designed just for such things. As they slipped into the grass covered space a pair of female cats looked up at them from one corner before returning to their own entertainment. Owner found a good spot for them and turned back to his puppy. “Now then, I believe a certain naughty little bitch was trying to make up for worrying her Master?” The puppy whined, even if his voice was still lighthearted and teasing and he was still smiling at her, he was right, she’d been a naughty puppy and needed to make it up to Owner. She gave him an apologetic whine before turning around and lifting her rear up, her tail held up and to the side, fully presenting herself for Owner to do with as he pleased. His hoof trailed down her rump, making her whine, not sure if he was teasing her or just wanted to take his time. But soon enough she felt the comforting, secure weight of Owner above her as he mounted the waiting puppy, is cock sliding between her legs, rubbing along her aching bitchood. If she could have in this form, she would have let out a quick hiss from the sensation, still sore from the past use, but it also felt good, felt right, she was bad and this was her punishment. “So, even after running around town being a little slut for any mutt with a hard cock, the little bitch isn’t satisfied without her Master’s cock inside of her, is she?” Her tail started wagging as Owner talked like that, it was rare he went that route while they were out as Owner/Puppy rather than Master/Slave, but it was all the more thrilling for that. She let out a long, needy whine, trying to convey just how right he was, how much she needed him, how no cock could ever make her feel as full and complete as his. He slid his shaft up to her dripping lips, pressing the broad head to her cunt and holding it there. Now she knew he was just teasing her. She whined, trying to sound as needy and plaintive as possible while pushing back, eagerly trying to coax him to claim her. Either her pleading worked or Owner was done waiting, with a low grunt of his own he drove his hips forward, spearing his cock deep into her bitchood. The puppy whimpered louder as the joy of having Owner fucking her warred with the dull ache of having her abused pussy stretched yet again, the pleasure winning out, if only barely. “Such a good little slut for Owner, aren’t you Puppy? Always so eager, no matter how many cocks you milk dry, you’re alway ready to take care of your master like a good little pet.” As he spoke he leaned down, nuzzling her neck, whispering into her ear, the praise making her shiver and pushing the pain even further out of her mind. “Mmmmm, already so full, so wet, how many times did my little bitch get a nice, hot load of cum pumped deep into her slutty little cunt?” She gave two quick yelps. “Only two? Maybe not as much fun as I thought you’d have. But I bet you’re sore aren’t you?” He eased himself in deeper, taking his time, going easy on her battered hole. “Don’t worry, Owner will take good care of his little puppy.” Of course he would, he always did. The puppy closed her eyes and let her head rest on her forepaws, giving herself over to her owner, letting him have her however he wanted, knowing how much he loved her and cared about her. Woking his cock so gently into her, short, slow motions, almost a massage more than anything else. She felt him pulling out, whining at the empty feeling as his cock slid fully out of her body, only to end in a startled yip and open her eyes wide as she realized what he was doing. She froze, her entire body tensing in anticipation of what was about to happen. The long moment of waiting drawing out to seem like minutes, even hours as Owner shifted his position. She felt the tip of his cock press to her tailhole and push. The sudden contact breaking her paralysis as her tail lashed wildly back and forth, though this time no sound came from the motion but the gentle thump as her tail flicked along Owner’s belly. The puppy clenched her jaw, muffled whines still making it out as Owner drove into her, claiming his right, her tailhole easily taking him in, molding itself around the only cock to ever violate it. The only object at all aside from the toys she used to keep it perfectly trained for Owner. “Go on, let it out, don’t hold back. Let everypony hear how much you love having Master’s cock buried in your ass.” As he spoke, Owner rammed down, burying the rest of his shaft into her hard enough for her to hear the sound of his balls slapping against her cunt. She lifted her head as high as it would go with Owner on top of her and let out a long, triumphant howl, trailing off into happy moans as he started to thrust. Looking up caused her to notice her herdsister peering down at the two of them from a roof. The puppy absently tried to push some of the love and lust she was feeling out to her herdsister, not entirely sure just what she was doing, but the sudden pleased look on the changeling’s face let her know she must have done something right. Long, steady strokes, over and over, relentlessly rutting her ass without stop. His shaft stretching her tight hole out perfectly. Every thrust sending a new rush of pleasure up her spine. Everything else started to fade away, she only barely noticed the ponies stopping to watch, some distant part of her mind enjoying being able to show what a good little pet she was being for Owner, but the rest simply dismissing them as unimportant. All that mattered was Owner; his heavy, sure thrusts; the feeling of him pressing down on top of her; his deep, breathy grunts; the way his hoof curled protectively around her, holding her tight. She felt herself drifting off on a sea of pleasure, losing all track of time till her already stretched ass was pushed further apart as Owner’s cock flared out. He leaned down further, pressing right on top of her, nuzzling and whispering in her ear as his thrust grew shorter, more erratic. “Good, such a good puppy, so good. You ready? Ready for Master to flood your needy little ass? Ready to be a good little pet and make him cum?” She barked as excited as she could, rocking her hips, squeezing her ass tighter, anything her worn out mind could think of to let him know how much she wanted this. Whether it was enough, or he was simply too close to the edge to hold back, she got her reward. With a loud whinny Owner bucked forward hard enough to make the puppy skid a short bit across the ground, his cock throbbing hard as the pent up cum he’d been saving for her exploded deep in her ass, filling her with its warmth. She holwed, her entire body tensing and rocking as her best orgasm of the day rocked her. Over and over he slammed in, milking another heavy rush of seed, pumping it deeper and deeper. She thought she heard a mare’s voice crying out ‘yes’ over and over, before everything went blank and she collapsed onto the ground, a panting, worn out, barely conscious mess. Owner slid out of her, a few last spurts of cum being milked out onto her rump, but she barely had the energy to flick her tail in acknowledgement. Owner knelt down next to her, nuzzling her, petting her head. Saying something in his calmest, most soothing voice. She forced herself to focus, to make out the words. “-face, It’s alright, you did such a good job. Just rest now, just rest. Clockface. Just rest, you did so good.” She whimpered a little as he pulled away from the nuzzling. “Grace! Yes I see you up there, come give us a hoof would you?” “Right away Master!” There was the soft thump of light hooves landing on the other side of her, but she barely paid attention, Owner had leaned back down and was nuzzling her again. She felt him pressing close, crouching down, almost like he was trying to slip under her. Gentle hooves and wings pressed on her other side, half lifting, half rolling her onto Owner’s back. She heard Grace saying something, only able to catch a few words and Masters reply. “Of course you can come along, you’ve earned some snuggle time after being such a good herd-mate.” A wing draped over her as Owner stood up. He wobbled for a moment, but quickly got his hooves under him. Turning around, he nuzzled her cheek one more time before setting off. “It’s alright, just rest, you’ve had a long day, but it’s alright. Owner has you. He’s going to get you cleaned up and taken care of. Just rest for now.” It sounded so good, it was all she wanted right now. She let her head rest across Owner’s neck as he started moving, the gentle swaying of his careful steps helping to lull her to sleep. Helped by the reassuring wing of her herdsister, Grace keeping her steady, the mare pressing close to them both. She let out a content sigh. “I love you Owner.” “I know, I love my good little Puppy too.” He ran the edge of one of his wings down her side. She closed her eyes, letting sleep take her, knowing that she was a good puppy, but more importantly, that she was with ponies that truly loved her and would always take care of her, always be there for her, no matter how lost she might get. Author's Note And so we come to the end of another Clocktower Story, though this time one without Best Princess. I hope you all enjoyed it despite that distressing lack of royalty. As the title page said, this story was made as a huge thank you to a very special puppy for all her hard work, support, and help over the last few months. Also, everyone say hello again to the Society's most adorable changeling, Graceful Motions, (Though I admit I might be a bit biased there) showing how herd-mates always look out for each other. As always, a huge amount of thanks again to Manifest Harmony for creating this wonderful Society and all the work and effort she puts into helping everypony there, as well as all the wonderful, amazing, supportive people and ponies that it holds. In addition, a massive thank you to all my readers and everyone who's enjoyed my stories so far, and don't worry more Luna is on the way!
