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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, August 20, 2018

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Filename: puppysit.txt
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story_codes: dog/g(3), bestiality, cons

story_intro: A dog enjoys the rewards after his patient training of his human puppy. She is a good girl and knows how to obey her master's commands.


story_language: English




Puppy Sitting

Written by madvlad


	As the guests for the party began to arrive, George greeted them to his home like a proper host. Then the guests were greeted by Belinda and Kyle. As usual, all of them simply touched paws with each other or just barked in their subdued versions of hello. For reasons beyond George's comprehension, none of them sniffed each other's butts. Apparently, humans didn't know how - it was some sort of odd limitation of theirs.

	When it seemed that everyone was here, George left them to do whatever their kind did for amusement and bounded upstairs. After all, he had a puppy to watch after.

	Stephie was in bed but still awake when George came into her room. Smiling widely, she held out a tiny paw, letting him sniff it in case there was an interesting scent there or perhaps some residue of her bedtime snack that needed to be licked off. After she passed the olfactory exam, George moved his head closer so she could scratch him behind the ears just as he had taught her.

	George was quite proud of the pup he raised with help from Belinda and Kyle. She was now three years old and very well trained. Enjoying her scratching technique, George sniffed at her blonde hair which smelled of chemicals from her bath which was supposed to make her long head fur smell like some kind of fruit. For some reason, humans had not yet developed a shampoo that smelled like beef. That would have been far more interesting.

	Sitting up in her toddler bed (George approved of its lower height for his ease of access - Belinda and Kyle's bed was still accessible but it took a good leap to get way up there), Stephie produced one of her toys - a stuffed bear. When she was an infant, Stephie used to put many of her toys in her mouth. As she grew, she acquired yet another odd human trait of not chewing her toys.

	Nonetheless, George understood the game she wanted now and allowed her to balance the bear on his back while he walked about the room to give it a ride. Stephie made her tail-wagging noises as he did so - a sure sign that she was happy. Since she didn't actually have a tail, she made sounds that Belinda and Kyle called giggles to compensate for this shortcoming. Sure, humans had opposable thumbs, but you just couldn't beat a good tail to thump about when all was well.

	On Stephie's nightgown was one of the princesses from a video she liked to watch. George liked it too because it had plenty of snow in it. (He loved to play in the stuff. It was incredible and was obviously invented by a dog.) Sometimes, Kyle would roll his eyes when Stephie wanted to watch it, claiming she had watched it thousands of times. In actuality, she had only watched it a mere seven hundred and eighty-three times - George knew but he saw no need to let the older humans know how perfectly capable he was of counting.

	But what really interested George was what was inside the nightgown. As Stephie crawled next him (in a very civilized, canine-like manner on her hands and knees) her nightgown occasionally rode up to display the other covering she wore over some of her best parts. While investigating his pup a few months ago, George had discovered that he had the ability to put her in heat. With Stephie in that uniquely female condition, George had done what came naturally and gave one very surprised puppy a lesson she didn't forget.

	Shaking to deposit the teddy bear on the floor, George turned and nudged Stephie's bottom with his nose. With more tail-wagging sounds coming from her mouth, Stephie scooted about her room until George grabbed her nightgown in his mouth and gave her a soft growl.

	Stephie was not frightened by this and understood what her master wanted. Shifting to a sitting position, she removed her panties before lying back on the floor and pulling her nightgown up to her belly. George stepped between her spread legs and made for the chubby bulge between the girl's legs.

	Like the rest of Stephie's body, her vulva was furless. Not that George minded fur, of course, but he did enjoy the smoothness of the little puppy quim and licked firmly at it. Cooing happily while the dog slurped and slobbered between her legs, Stephie shifted her ass on the carpet as the stirrings began.

	George could smell the female scent getting stronger and soon he was enjoying the nectar streaming from the child's dainty slit. Stephie was a delicious little puppy and George could feel his penis sliding from its sheath. Stephie's new sounds were instinctive and animalistic as her arousal grew and her need became more urgent. Wagging his tail, George knew he had his pup in heat.

	Stepping back, George raised his head and chuffed. Stephie rolled over and got onto her hands and knees before pulling her nightgown up to bare her lower body again and presented herself like the obedient puppy she was.

	Mounting the little girl, George was familiar enough with her that his hard prick easily found the bald, moist cleft that graced the tender mound. Stephie whined as she was stretched inside by the initial entry, her pre-school pussy widening as the canine's member plumbed its slippery tunnel.

	Now that he was inside, George had only one speed. With his cock working like a jackhammer, the dog copulated wildly with the whimpering tot. After the forceful licking she had received, Stephie had little trouble reaching her climax. The friction of hound's cock sliding in and out of her clenching cuntlet set the three year-old off and she shuddered while her lover continued to hump her.

	Slightly weakened by well-sated by her orgasm, Stephie stayed still while the animal happily ravaged her; using her like a bitch. Moist, bubbling noises emerged from where the hard canine prick slammed in and out from between the hairless, bulging labia of the child's twat.

	Since Stephie was too small to be knotted, George kept up his pace of thrusting in that wonderfully tight and steamy puppy cunt. For twenty minutes, Stephie was subjected to the pounding of the beast's cock in her tiny snatch and she was content to have let her playmate have his way. At last, George came, spewing his potent canine seed to quickly fill the toddler's womb. More of the stuff gurgled out from the tight seal between the childish cunt and the dog's sluicing cock.  Stephie murmured wordlessly as she was injected with puppy-making juice.

	While George retreated and licked himself clean, Stephie got to her hind legs and walked unevenly to the bathroom. Good girls didn't make messes down there and she wiped with lots of toilet paper before flushing it all down the toilet. Returning to the room, the weary tot climbed into bed before George hopped in as well.

	Belinda yawned as she walked upstairs. She and Kyle enjoyed entertaining and had party clean-up down to a science. Before joining her husband in bed, she went into her daughter's room to make sure that all was well. She sighed as she picked up the discarded panties from the floor. Stephie had done well with her toilet training but for some reason sometimes forgot to put her panties back on.

	Belinda noted that this usually happened when no one else was around. Turning to the bed, she kissed her sleeping daughter before regarding George who lay sprawled half on top of the little girl. He raised his head to look at her with eyes shining in the dimness of Stephie's Minnie Mouse nightlight.

	"I don't suppose you could help Stephie keep her panties on, could you?" Belinda joked to the dog.

	George cocked his head and perked his ears up. Chuckling at his confusion, Belinda rubbed the top of his head before leaving.

	Setting his head back down on the blanket, George wondered if there was a way he could help Stephie keep her panties off.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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