"Wooof!" The sound burst out of her before she could stop it—not that she wanted to. Her tail thumped excitedly against the hardwood floor, her bare skin pressing into the cool surface as she wiggled on all fours. The collar around her throat jingled softly, the little paw charm bouncing with each eager movement.

She tilted her head, purple ears twitching at the sound of footsteps nearby. A whine escaped her lips, high and needy, as she scrambled forward, her latex-gloved hands slipping slightly on the floor. The scent of something—someone—warm and familiar filled her nose, and she panted, tongue lolling out past her purple-stained lips.

Her vision blurred slightly as she looked up, pupils wide, her purple irises almost swallowed by black. Drool dripped from her tongue onto the floor, mixing with the sticky mess already drying on her chest and face. The harness tugged snug around her breasts, the leather digging in just enough to remind her of its presence. She didn’t mind. It felt right. Like the socks clinging to her thighs, the gloves tightening around her fingers, the weight of the collar against her throat.

A soft noise—not a word, not a command, just a sound—made her ears perk up. She wriggled closer, nosing at the air, her tail wagging so hard her whole body shook with it. Another whine, this one louder, more insistent. She needed attention. Now. Her paws kneaded the floor, claws—no, nails—clicking against the wood. She could smell her Close. So close. She let out a sharp bark, impatient, desperate.

The floor creaked under shifting weight, and she lunged forward without thinking, pressing her face into the warmth she found there. A hand—big, rough, perfect—dropped onto her head, fingers scratching behind her ears just right. She melted instantly, a low, happy rumble vibrating in her chest. The touch trailed down, over the harness straps, and she arched into it, her massive breasts swaying heavily. A whimper bubbled up when the fingers avoided where she wanted them most.

She rolled onto her back, legs splaying shamelessly, her tail thumping in frantic hope. Look. Look at me. Her tongue lolled out, panting, her purple eyes wide and pleading. She squirmed, her slick thighs rubbing together, the latex of her socks sticking slightly. The scent of her own need was thick in the air, mingling with the musk of leather and sweat. She didn’t understand words, not really, but she understood the low giggle above her, the way the shadows shifted.

Woof 🐾