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The Master’s Puppies

Chapter Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Sakura yawned and stretched luxurious, legs sticking out over the edge of her pink and white doggie bed, the design splashed over it in a myriad of paw prints. The young woman shook herself off and, completely naked but for her bare, natural skin, got up onto all fours, blinking at the first shafts of morning sunshine slanting through the window of the home that, by all definitions of the word, could only be classed of a mansion. Whereas it was now her home, of course, she did not have any stake in it or even know all that much about it, except that it was far, far out of the way out in the countryside, the driveway lined with cherry blossoms that her master loved pointing out to her, placing little, pink petals on her nose.

Happily, Sakura scratched her shoulder, twisting to rub her ‘snout’ against it, eyes half-lidded with pleasure at the simple motion. She couldn’t own the house, of course not: she was only a dog. And dogs didn’t own property. Not even dog-girls.

Panting lightly, she cast her fellow doggie-girl a look, Hinata curled up into a little doggie ball, ‘paws’ twitching in sleep as her dark blue hair fell across her face. She was cute when she slept or, at least, that was what their master said, sitting with his feet up of an evening and a glass of sake in his hand, warmed just as he liked it. Hinata’s bare skin was as pale as her dog-sister’s but her ‘claws’ had been trimmed neatly so that she did not catch herself unduly as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep. Barking and whimpering, Sakura had asked her in their doggie language time after time after time again just what she’d been dreaming about that had her so active but Hinata had never answered, only whuffing softly at her and licking her sister’s face sweetly, as she always did. But it was a question that didn’t need to be answered.

“Come on, girls, up you get!”

Their master strode into the kitchen, all smiles and gentility, although there would never be any question of his dominance and position over them – exactly as it should have been. As if a switch had suddenly been turned on, Hinata was up and bouncing, bounding up at their master with a lolling, panting tongue as Sakura scrambled to keep up, not wanting to be left out of the attention that was on offer. Me too, me too! Master, however, had hands and scratches and love for both of them in equal measure and would never have considered leaving either them out – that was just why he was the best master of all!

“Such good girls... There you go!”

Their bowls rang with the spill of dried dog food, their usual kibble, and the dog-girls dove into it with great relish, only pausing between hasty, joyous bites and chews to lap up water, using their human tongues the best they could to scoop it up into their mouths.

“That’s it, girls, drink up now.”

He smiled, leaning back against the counter as he watched his girl-pups drink and lap up the water. At first, they’d been hesitant to drink the concoction that the lab had sent them home to him with but it had done its job over time, enlarging their breasts and shaping their buttocks so that they were plump and full, the ideal image of sex icons. It was an added bonus of having them home with him at long last, but he still kept feeding them the formula just to see how far he could push their bodies into the realm of lust. They were, after all, his to do whatever he wanted to do with and if he wanted them to be even bustier still that was entirely his prerogative to enjoy!

Ignorant to his intentions, the dog-girls whimpered and licked their bowls clean, butts waggling as if moved by invisible tails as their master simply enjoyed the view, a bulge rising at his crotch. He pressed his lips together in a tight smile, all he could do in the moment to seal back his lust, their wiggling buttocks and swinging breasts, tipped with the chilly peaks of pert nipples, drawing a rise of need to him that otherwise could not have been contained. He’d have his girls when he wanted them, of course. But, for the moment, all he wanted to do was enjoy the view and enjoy his purchases in one of the most visual ways possible.

I good girl... Hinata thought dimly, her doggie mind only allowing through the simplest of thoughts after the brainwashing. I good to master... Drink! Drink all up now!

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Sakura was much the same, trapping the bowl between her front paws – there was no possible way the woman could even consider such a thing ‘hands’ after living so long as a dog-girl – to get every last drop of the funny-tasting water. Her master wanted her to have it, after all, so that meant that it was good! He was so good to them! Best master! Best master in whole world! Not that she’d seen very much of the world as a dog but Sakura simply could not imagine a better world and a better life than the one she had right there and then, wiggling her rump for her master as his lust grew and grew.

“I’m not working today, pups,” he said, the metallic slip of his belt perking up their ears. “So, I can spend all day with you. Isn’t that nice?”

They yapped and yipped, jumping up at his legs where they were allowed – at least for the moment – completely and utterly unaware of the effect they’d had on him. But the two of them knew well enough what to do as his trousers dropped, the smart suit that held him in high esteem soon to be marred by the floor, although everything in his home was pristine to a fault. His shaft grew hard and fleshy, skin pulling back from the head as Hinata slavered for it, panting so heavily that she appeared o be out of breath in her raw, fervent want for him.

Of course, dogs wouldn’t normally want to please a human so but it had all been part of their training and – oh! That cock... All she wanted was to lick it and lick it – all over! Hinata’s eyes widened desperately as she playfully and good-naturedly jostled with Sakura for prime position, both of them with their tongue lolling keenly, wet and dripping with drool. They couldn’t his cock into their mouths, not as dogs, but they shared him as evenly as they were able, licking his shaft and balls with every last drop of enthusiasm they had in their bodies.

Hinata whuffed lightly, her warm breath washing over his balls as she curled her tongue up beneath them, enjoying the slight musk of them. She did not know that her master had not yet showered that morning – he was more of a man that preferred to relax under the hot water of an evening – but the taste was exquisite, that tiny hint of salty sweat driving her on into a whimpering frenzy, lapping and lapping and lapping to her heart’s content. His cock drooled pre-cum slickly and Sakura wasted no time at all in lapping it up, butt waggling from one side to the other as she stared intently at the head of his rampant shaft, wanting more but having to wait for it to produce more. She whined and pawed, although she did not connect with him, her eyes plaintive as she looked up at him. Why didn’t he give her more? She was a good girl, the very best of good girls. She needed more, more from her master!

“Settle down, girls, there’s plenty for both of you...”

And there was, there always was. Her master patted her head and then there was more pre-cum, that delicious essence, drooling from his cock, both of them fighting playfully and cutely to get first dibs on it. It was a treat, after all, but one that was always shared between the two of them. Hinata and Sakura had never, not even once, tried to honestly barge one another out of the way, nor had they fought, but that was merely a by-product of their brainwashing, making them the most appeasing, sweet of girl-dogs, always amenable and wanting to please in any possible way.

Their master, however, could not endure their hot pants and tongues so very sweetly lashing his cock forever, lust rising and the rock and hump of his hips increasing more and more with every passing second. He barely could contain himself as he gasped for breath himself, needing more and taking his cock into his own hand, his girls licking what they could of it around his fingers as he pumped himself to a swift and lustful climax.

Moaning, their master held them back and in place and, like the good girls they were, they sank back onto their haunches, both pink pairs of lips wide open and paws up as they panted open-mouthed for the sweetest treat of all. His cum splattered across their faces, some landing inside their panting mouths, and he groaned lewdly, leaning back with his fingers curled around the edge of the cool countertop for some semblance of balance. To some, it may have been seen as degrading but all his puppies knew was that they needed every last drop he wanted to give them, everything he could offer them, and gulped down all they were given, tongues out and sweetly panting for more.

Hinata grunted and dropped to all fours again, his cum tracking a pleasingly cool and slick trail down her face. The thought of wiping it off didn’t cross her mind. Once, she had been a bad girl by rubbing off his seed on her leg and he’d slapped her snout for it. Even though it hadn’t been hard, she’d cowered and Sakura had had all the fun and attention without until she’d found the boldness of mind and heart to come out of her hiding place once again and push her nose, whimpering and panting, into her master’s hand. But he was not a bad master, by far, even if he was a fair one with expectations of his pups and she’d never since moved to rid herself of his little dose of cream, earning herself the title of ‘good girl’ forevermore.

Grinning, their master redressed himself – they didn’t know why he had to wear so much fabric! It only got in the way of their tongues! – and jingled the leads on the counter, not even bothering to clean them off before moving to the next part of their morning.

“Time for your walk, pups.”

Their collars sat heavy around their necks, the only kind of clothing that they were ever allowed to wear, not that they would have known any different anyway. All they knew that they were going on walkies and that they were good pups and that everything was turning into an absolutely wonderful kind of day!

Wiggling so much that their master had trouble clipping on their leashes, a pink one for Sakura and a dark blue one for his Hinata – they were led from his kitchen out into his expansive garden, lined with native trees and foliage that would have been difficult to maintain alone. He, of course, was wealthy enough to afford plenty of gardeners to maintain his grounds, leaving him free to enjoy his dog-girls and all the pleasures they had to offer while perusing his grounds for their walks.

Of course, the grounds men would not come at certain times of day, allowing him to take the girls out for their walks. Hinata scampered ahead on all fours, panting heavily as she wiggled her buttocks, trying to get right to the limit of the leash in her excitement. As soon as the collar seemed to tighten around her neck, however, she dropped back into line, drawing herself back to heel like a good dog. Training did not take away every last one of her natural behaviours and her natural excitement, however, and she could not help but bound and bounce and happily try to wag a tail that she didn’t actually have, showing her joy in every natural way she possibly could.

There were no toys for them out on the walk as they trotted along together, not aware that they were actually human beings clambering along on all fours, ungainly and awkward with their heavy breasts weighing them down as if their very bodies were trying to pull them back. There was no denying the sex objects they were to their master but Sakura wasn’t thinking of anything at all like that as she stopped to scrape up a patch of dirt, tongue hanging out as she panted heavily, wanting to dig deeper but wondering if that was something their master would allow at that moment in time. Obedience was the best thing a good girl could offer him but, oh, the temptation to dig was so strong, the feel of the soil against her paws so sweet in the part of the garden that was not formed of smooth rocks and fancy designs – not the best possible bits for a puppy in the slightest.

His chuckle egged her on, along with the slack in the leash, and she threw herself into the motion, scooping and digging up soft, wet clumps of dirt with a whine that was of pure relish.

Good girl! Good girl dig! Good girl keep digging lots and lots and lots!

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“There you go, Sakura,” her master encouraged her, shaking the leash. “Dig! Dig!”

Of course, he did not normally speak so simply but his dog-girls didn’t understand anything more and he had to ‘dumb’ things down for them, using simple and short words when it came to commands and play. Sakura panted and threw herself practically all the way down into the dirt, scraping and digging and grunting as she dug and dug and dug. What a big hole! Her master was going to be so proud of his good girl, so pleased with her! She was the best digger! And a good digger was just what her master wanted her to be!

Not so much into digging, Hinata tugged at the leash, whimpering and pawing at the air, trying to get to a nearby koi pond where the fish swam languidly back and forth, unconcerned with the lives that went on with the world above the skimmed surface of their pool. She knew she wasn’t allowed in the pond, not really, but her body yearned for the lick of cool water against it, the feel of her body floating as she was buoyed up and splashing about, loving the passion of life in the best way she knew how. Her master, however, caught her just in time, a sharp word drawing her to heel in the blink of an eye.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he said, drawing the leash taut and snapping her back. “Not today, Hinata... You’re going to have a bath when we get back in.”

She whined and dropped submissively to the ground. Bath? Had she been a bad girl? Rolled in something stinky? Just to check, she ducked her head, twisting around to sniff every last bit of her body that she could reach, even the heavy, swinging pendulum of her breasts. No, nothing smelt, at least not wonderful. Her breasts drew her attention however as she rolled onto her side and panted quite heavily, paws drawn up and eyes plaintively as she let her own drool splatter them, the sensation exquisite. They were so sensitive, although she didn’t really register them as something that a doggie shouldn’t have, just something that she, Hinata, did have. And her master liked them so much that it would have been silly of her not to show them off too, squirming and rolling onto her back as they flopped heavily from side to side, dragged about under the course of their own voluptuous weight.

“Silly girl...”

He rubbed her belly and petted her all over, the soothing stroke of his hand lulling her into a sense of complete and utter relaxation, Hinata squirming. Her hair dampened down from the wet morning grass but that didn’t stop her from whimpering happily as she wriggled on her back, enjoying just how his hand pet down her breasts and stomach, lingering on her breasts. She panted and panted as he pet her breasts, heartbeat rising, although she did not understand the manner of sexual stimulation he brought to her, her little doggie mind simply too simple and pure and clean to consider such a thing. She couldn’t even think of his cock as dirty, not even when she lapped it, but it was something that she knew made her master happy – and to make her master happy with pets and love and being a good girl was the very best thing of all! And good girls got all of the pets all of the time!

Beside her, Sakura whuffed and wriggled, paws, legs and even her breasts splattered up with mud, a trace of cum still clinging to her face where it had not yet dripped off. Teasingly, her master wagged a finger at her, although his eyes were still kind and gentle, staying on the path to keep his own shoes clean while he let his dog-girls have all the fun that they needed to have to be happy and stimulated on their walks. Regardless of his position over them and his use of them, he had to make sure they were well looked after, of course.

“Dirty girl! Now you’ll have to have a bath too!”

It was not a reprimand though and both of his girls knew that bath time was fun time too, even though it may not have always have been the most pleasant of activities. With that, their walk was done and they wandered back to the house through the spaced out garden, following the path beneath the cherry blossoms that their master adored so much right up to the back door where the kitchen overlooked at least part of the garden. The girls didn’t take into account that the outer reaches of the garden were blocked off with tall hedges and trees, secluding them away from prying eyes, but they did now that their master loved them very much.

Bath time! Wiping off their paws and breasts beforehand, their master made sure that they would first not track mud through the house and they stood stock still for him, panting as they felt they were petted. It was all they wanted to be so loved and they scampered upstairs at his bidding as he took them to the bath, a tub set low into the bathroom floor especially for his doggie-girls. It was, of course, something that had been premeditated and they were hardly the first, although they were yet to meet his other very good girls...

All in good time, however!

Into the bath they went, full of soap and suds that clung to their overly large and wobbling breasts, jiggling back and forth as their nipples gleamed in the water. The steam from the water, which was of the perfect temperature, had them panting heavily in no time at all, him lifting their ‘legs’ (although they were really arms) and scrubbing them all over, taking the change to grope and fondle and pet just about wherever he pleased.

All they knew was that they liked being pet – it didn’t matter to Sakura and Hinata whether it was on their breasts, their heads, combing through their hair or any other part of their body. Their master’s hands on them had them squirming and wriggling like true puppies, paws tucked up close to their chins as they both rocked back onto their haunches to beg for even more attention, wanting everything their master had to give and so much more.

Too wet in the confines of the ‘wet room’ style bathroom, he disrobed too, casting his clothes over the porcelain rail where they would later be taken care of by his servants. But that only left his cock on full view, swelling hard and engorged, thick and ready for their attention. His puppies knew just what that meant and squirmed wetly against one another as they ‘stood’ up on their knees, thinking that was as high as they could stand.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Hinata’s eyes shone, mouth open and panting for his shaft, the aching need for it rising up hotly in the pit of her stomach, an overwhelming desire to please that she could not hold back, not even as his hand rested gently on her head, scratching and stroking so gently. She wanted it! She wanted it so much! She would be a good girl if only she lapped his shaft again, licking it all over and pleasing him! A good girl for master! Of course, Sakura was a good girl too but they could both share the title of being good girl for master, wriggling against one another as they let their shiny, slippery bodies rub up against one another as they tried to get to him, wanting to be the best they could.

He twirled his finger, eyes sparkling with lust.

“On all fours, both of you...”

They knew that command well enough, scrambling to turn about and present their backsides to him, arching their back as if they thought their tails would otherwise be in the way. Sakura huffed and shook water from an imaginary pair of floppy ears, panting and panting and panting as she rocked and gyrated, wriggling entirely like an over-excited puppy for his sweet attention. Groaning lightly, waiting for her next command, Hinata dropped her torso so much that her breasts flattened out across the floor, the cold bite of the bathroom tiles nearly enough to make her jerk away, however. Cold! So cold! She shivered and panted, eyes half-lidded with the desire to please, overwhelming above all else. But she was a good girl and she knew what her master wanted to do with her, playing with his puppies as he had every right to do.

“Hmm...” He tapped his chin, although neither of his puppies caught his smirk. “Which one of you should I play with first?”

The dogs bowed and whimpered, thrusting their backsides up, just as they’d been taught, for their master’s attention, needing it and every last bit that he could devote to them. They knew just what was coming in that regard as they humped and gyrated and panted, striving as much as they possibly could to make their plump and full backsides appear as appealing as possible to their master. Oh! He was so good to them, so loving, but they still craved his attention like an addiction to the very best kind of drug, wanting to please him and, above all, wanting to take that sweetly aching cock of his deep inside in the only way that pup-girls could.

Sakura, however, was the first to feel the hot pulse of his cock squeezing into her pussy, driving in slowly and surely as he penetrated her, although it was not for the first time. Although she was a dog in mind, she could still feel pleasure and gasped and whimpered, though most of the sounds she made were covered up by her heavy, persistent pants. There was no drool or anything slipping from her tongue or lips as she arched her back even more for him, letting him grind in nice and deep and hard, using his doggie as only he should.

Whimpering as Hinata leaned against her ‘sister’ for support, panting and licking her face and shoulder, Sakura let her master fill her, his thrusts sending a ripple through her body, buttocks and breasts jiggling madly. Good master! Such a good master! Good master to his good girls – kindest master ever! She only knew a gentle hand but the hand that curled around the bone of her hip, Sakura thinking that to be her hind end, was still firmly dominant. With all their brainwashing, the most it would ever take with them was a stern word unless he chose to alter their programming but he already had all he needed and more from his doggie-girls, enjoying her cunny as he slammed in over and over again.

Hinata could not help but pant and whine, wanting her turn even as she slunk down against Sakura and waited as patiently as she could. Her thoughts were foggy and slow, perhaps made more so by the steam in the bathroom, but she knew that it was something that good girls did and she didn’t want to be anything else. Her nipples tingled with cold, heat rising in her loins, but she did not understand the need in her body, simply wanting her master to sate and satisfy it in any way that he pleased.

Her sister, however, was panting and grunting, heaving for breath, as their master thrust and thrust and thrust, driving in over and over again to make his claim on his pup once more. Set on making her good and dirty all over again, he drove in and fucked her, ignorant to just how the day was dragging on, his day off turning into another one of lustful pleasure with his girls, the very best girls who did everything they could to make his life pleasant and one full of doggie desires. Sakura’s cunny squeezed and pulled around him as if her body was intent on milking him of his seed, having very much the desired effect even as her eyes rolled back into her head, mouth agape and hair sticking wetly to the back of her neck, soaked still from the bath.

On and on he thrust, driving in with a master’s lust until his pup could not help but orgasm in a whuffing pant of breath that had her head spinning, pussy teasing and rippling around him, although her doggie mind could not quite understand just what her body was experiencing. No, all Sakura knew and understood was pleasure and all that her master gave her, the deliverance of his pleasure as he spent a hot, sticky load of cum deep inside her. She may not have been able to lap up that sweet treat but she could still enjoy taking it deep, his cock available for her attention when he pulled out and snapped his fingers for her, leaving a messy cream-pie in his wake as she cleaned up his still somewhat hard cock.

Whining softly, Sakura ran her tongue around the base of his cock, making sure that not a single drop was left behind, not even as Hinata pawed at her for a share too. Her master’s lust, however, had already turned on the one who had, so far, been left out, her shining, pale eyes gleaming for attention that only he could provide. And he had a few formulas up his sleeve too that let him go again and again, spending himself inside his beautiful pups as many times as he pleased.

“Now for you...”

Hinata rolled onto her back once he was hard again, panting and wriggling for his attention, although he had no intention of not giving it to her. And his cock sank home even as it was re-hardening, slipping into her wet pussy as if it was meant to be there, her legs pulled up as if she truly did have the limited range of motion that canines had in their legs there, the joints in different places for flexibility and strength. Her master’s cock loved her pussy as he pinned her down, hot and wet, and he thrust and thrust, driving in over and over again to seed her as full and dripping as her sister was.

Unable to help herself from showing off too, Sakura rolled onto her back beside Hinata, whimpering and wiggling and letting her master have a good look, inadvertently, at her cum-filled pussy, slick and drooling his pleasure. That only spurred him on as he took in the sight of his dog-girls hungrily, passionately, needing them so much more than he could have ever have anticipated. Hinata panted, tongue lolling out even as her head rolled back, still in place as he fucked her to a swift and explosive climax, her pants only breaking briefly to let out a strangled howl of complete and utter bliss.

Climax exploded through her, thoughts consumed, once more, with thoughts of being a good girl, how being a good girl led to the very best things. He was not concerned with her climax, however, not as he spat a curse that could be heard by dogs but not ladies, driving into her to spill his load for a second time, balls pulling up in that brief moment before climax took his body and mind. A hot load of cum was too to be Hinata’s, spilling out of her pussy with each and every driving thrust, her cunny barely able to contain every last drop even as she panted and tried to back, yet found herself without the breath to do so.

Yes... She thought hazily as his cock slipped wetly from her, her cheek turned and tilted against the cool of the tiles, ‘tail’ wagging happily. Best girl. Good for master. Give master fun. Master love fun. Fun!

Sitting up, their master laughed softly and petted their heads, letting his girls relax in their shared afterglows, his shaft finally softening a little, although it could be ready for them to please again at a moment’s notice, just as the best doggie-girls were able to do. That was why they were good girls, simple girls, girls who knew just what their master wanted and how they would be able to do their very best for him, obedient to the last command.

And he was lucky to have them too: they had indeed been the very best purchase he’d made. Hinata rubbed her nose into Sakura’s breasts as they piled together in a messy, cum-filled snuggle, butts wiggling with the image of tails that they could lift just to show their master how much they wanted him. And they always wanted their master.

They were ready for their next step.

“I think it’s time for you to meet my other dogs... Would you like that, girls? Would you like to meet some new friends?”

Bouncing and wiggling as his cum drooled and slopped messily from between their legs, the girls howled and yapped and panted their approval, even though they didn’t quite know what he meant.

Anything their master gave them had to be good! And they would always be good girls for master. Panting and rubbing up against his legs, they whuffed and whimpered, nuzzling in close to the hands that had always taken care of them, even when they didn’t know what they needed taken care of.

Always his good girls.