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I checked myself in the mirror one last time, making sure I was wearing everything I needed to go outside. Usually my owner would be the one inspecting me before heading out, but he's already left for work. I was so touched that he trusted me enough to do this on my own.

I was a lanky dalmatian, my white fur speckled with blacks. It's how my owner decided on my name. "Spot". It suited me. I was wearing an orange jockstrap and a pair of tight shorts which concealed a metal chastity cage around my dick. Socks and some simple sneakers covered my feet. On top, I was wearing a leather harness that hugged my broad chest and pecs. Luckily today was looking to be quite warm out, as I wasn't allowed a shirt. To complete my look was my ever present collar.

Pups like me were required to wear their government-issued collars at all times, even in private. Mine was black with a red band around it, indicating that I was an owned pup and included my owner's name and contact information should I get lost. Going out in public without a collar was the worst crime a puppy could commit. It could result in serious punishment. Even my master would get in trouble if I did, facing fines, and if it was a repeat infraction, even having his right to own a pup stripped away permanently. The collar was the only form of identification I would ever need, and contained an embedded microchip which could be scanned for my medical records and government documents, such as my adoption certificate.

There were also a series of colored and numbered tags that hung off my collar, indicating how my owner wanted others to interact with me in public. Every master and pup were different, so this system ensured that every pup was treated exactly how they deserved to be. Without my tags, I was vulnerable and could be taken advantage of, but as long as I was wearing my collar and tags, others had to respect the boundaries my master had set in place or risk breaking the law.

For unowned puppies, these tags were chosen by their training center, or their government case worker if they were trained but still awaiting assignment. The collars seemed restrictive. After all, you were at the whims of your master. But they were for our protection. Stray puppies, those without a master and who were not in the care of the state, had no such protections. Until someone came along to claim them, anyone could demand sex from them, or make them do any amount of demeaning and humiliating tasks or tricks. I had heard horror stories about what some strays had gone through. Every pup had. Luckily, there were shelters in place, and kind people willing to take in strays until they found a forever home. Still, there were certain things all pups had to abide by. We were expected to be respectful to any non-pup, and obey anything asked of us as long as it did not go against our tags or disrupt our work day.

Satisfied with my outfit, I left my master's house, and made my way towards the train station. All about the city, people and puppies went about their business. Some were being led by leashes on all fours, some, like me, walking upright. I even saw someone carrying their pup in their arms. But no matter where you looked, every pup had one thing in common, their collar.

I made my way downtown, but before I could make it to my train stop, I caught the eye of a group of friends out on the town.

"Awww, look, it's a puppy." One of the group said, a deer.

"Omg he's so cute.". Her friend agreed.

I smiled in their direction. It was a mistake.

"I bet his fur is so soft." one of the girls said.

"Let's go check." They headed over in my direction. One of the women inspected my collar and relayed the information to her friends.

"Kneel, pup." she said and I had no choice but to get to my knees.

"Who's a good puppy? Yes you are." she said in the tone you would use to address a baby.

"Alright, roll over." I whined but complied, rolling on the ground and exposing my belly. They descended on me, petting me, rubbing my fur, and praising how well behaved.

"Smile for the camera!" one of the girls snapped a photo of us together and the women giggled.

"Make sure to tag his master when you post it."

"You've been such a good boy for us." They gave me a few last pets before continuing on their way.

Annoyed, I stood up and brushed the dust from my knees. I'm not one to say no to headpats and pets, but I really needed to get to work on time. But that's what I get for being a pup.

People could become pups in a variety of ways. Some people chose it voluntarily, while others were forced into it after being unable to pay back loans. For nonviolent criminals it was often offered as an alternative to prison. When I turned 18 I had undergone a government mandated psych evaluation. The proctor had determined that I exhibited "naturally submissive tendencies" and recommended I be referred to a training facility. My parents had signed off on it and that was that. While my friends went off to college, I was sent to obedience school. Not many people realized how much training goes into being a pup. I'll admit that my "naturally submissive tenancies" made it easier to adjust, but it had still beenl difficult.

I had been inspected by a vet who had examined my genitals and had done an invasive anal exam. The appointment had ended with him shoving a rod up my ass and directly stimulating my prostate. It had been incredibly painful, but had made me involuntarily spurt my seed all over the examination table, over and over until my dick kept twitching but nothing came out. If I had known that would be the last time I was to cum outside of a chastity cage I probably would have tried to enjoy it more.

But it was for the best. Chastity had made the whole experience easier. It made me far more submissive and it was easier to accept you were destined for a life of servitude when you were horny out of your mind.

It took me longer to graduate obedience school than most pups in my class. A particular sticking point had been learning to drink a superior's piss without gagging. I swear the trainers at the school delighted in making me drink the foul liquid. But eventually they were happy with my performance and I passed my final exam. After that I was transferred to the Department of Pup Affairs. It didn't take long for me to be assigned a master as there is always a huge demand for well trained pups. My master told me he'd been on the waitlist for over three years before he got me.

It had been a few years since I became his full time pet and while at first it was quite the adjustment, I was happy where I was now. I had my very own crate and plenty of toys. My master made sure to take me out on walks and gave me plenty of exercise. He gave me regular spankings, which I know are for my own good, and only rarely makes me drink his piss. I was glad I had a master who keeps me obedient. Sometimes he even let me cum in my cage. But only on very special occasions, like the anniversary of my adoption. I loved him and I knew he loved me too.

I made my way to the train station near my master's apartment, and waited for the train to arrive. One benefit of being a pup was being able to ride on public transport for free. In fact most public services were available to pups completely free, as we often didn't have any money of our own. My owner gave me a small allowance to buy food with, but that was not the case for most pets.

A train arrived and the other people started filing forward and entering the train car. A train conductor stood by the door, checking tickets. He was a dalmatian, like me. Well, not like me, because he wasn't a pup and instantly that made him more important than me. I waited for everyone else to enter the train before stepping onto the train, avoiding meeting the conductor's eyes. He held his hand out and stopped me from continuing onto the rest of the train.

I yelped as the dalmatian tugged roughly at my collar. He inspected the tags on my collar before finally releasing me.

"Alright pup, show me your cage.".

I looked around the crowded train car, whining in embarrassment. My collar had a tag on it designating me as a chastity pup which gave any non-pup the right to inspect me, to make sure I was wearing my cage.

"Don't make me ask you again." the conductor warned. My ears pushed flat against my head but I pulled down the front of my shorts and jockstrap to reveal a small metal cage. The conductor leaned down and looked before giving my balls a hard tap. He straightened and gave me a nod.

"Good boy." He said, tossling my hair. Despite the embarrassment I couldn't stop my tail from wagging.

I continued on to the main part of the train, looking for a place to sit. As I walked down the aisle, people reached out and groped me. Some just rubbing my belly or my side, but others groping my ass or even pulling on my tail. I did my best to ignore it, but I couldn't help but yelp when a large bear reached out and gave me a hard smack on the ass

"Over here, pup." I saw a large panther sitting on one of the seats, and who I assumed was his puppy sucking diligently at his massive cock. The pup's collar was red, like mine, and I could tell from his tags that he wasn't allowed to speak unless asked a question or in emergencies. It was good that he had a master who was kind enough to travel with him. I had seen videos of pups who weren't allowed to speak, or in some cases even walk upright, being made to travel around the city, struggling with even basic tasks, to the hilarity of everyone watching. It was also the plot of a popular sitcom. I failed to see the humor in it.

I walked over and kneeled in front of him for inspection. "Shame. I hoped you could give my Fido here a break." he said after inspecting my collar.

"Oh well. You can at least watch." he tugged on my collar until my muzzle was inches away from his crotch. His thick musk assaulted my nose and I tried to pull away but his grip on my collar was tight.

"Bad puppy." He snapped, giving my collar another tight pull.

"I'm sorry sir." I said, pushing my snout fully into the fur around his balls. What he was doing wasn't technically against the rules. He had the right to order me around and even though I was close to his cock, he wasn't making me service him or even lick his balls. So I just sat there, breathing in this musk as the pup beside me enthusiastically gave him a blow job. Occasionally he would pat my head or push the other pup down on his cock, but for the most part he ignored us

It was a hot day out and sweat dripped down his fur and onto my muzzle. I tried to ignore it but the thick musk was making it hard to focus. I nuzzled his balls and stuck out my tongue and gave his balls a tentative lick. It was disgusting but after so long in chastity the act made my dick stir in my cage. I began licking his balls more and more, moaning with frustration at my denied erection. I reached down and began fondling my cage, trying my best to eke out any pleasure.

"bad puppy!" the panther snarled, giving the back of my head a hard smack.

"I don't think your master would be happy to know you are breaking his rules.". I whined loudly, but hung my head in shame. The rule worked both ways. Others weren't allowed to use me for sex, but I wasn't allowed to have sex with anyone either, even if we both wanted it. Nuzzling and licking someone's balls was apparently a step too far. And playing with my cage was definitely too far.

"I'm sorry sir." I said.

"Sorry isn't good enough. Fido, stop sucking.'' The other pup pulled his muzzle off the Panther's dick with a wet slurp. He gave me an apologetic look but said nothing.

"I'll be punishing you either way, but I'm willing to not notify your master if you don't disobey me any more.".

I nodded, dreading what this punishment might be. If a superior deemed that a pup had broken a rule, it was their right to punish them however they say fit. I had been spanked, given wedgies, made to embarrass myself on camera, even piss myself. And I wasn't looking forward to what this panther had in mind.

"Alright, get up on my knee." The panther patted his thigh and I obeyed. I laid myself across his thighs, so that my ass was facing the aisle of the train and the rest of the passengers, while I was looking at the window and the passing scenery. His still hard dick brushed against my chest, leaving a trail of precum in my fur. He began running his hand across my ass, his sharp claws tearing through the fabric of my shorts, revealing my furry ass below. He gripped what remained of my shorts completely off, leaving me in just my jockstrap and harness.

"What a nice plump ass." The panther snarled as his hand continued to explore my butt. "Such a shame I can't use it."

He gripped my tail in one of his hands, pulling it up sharply. I yelped as my ass was lifted up slightly off his thigh. His other hand swung down, hitting my left ass cheek with incredible force. My body shifted forward with the motion, pulling painfully on my tail which the panther still held aloft.

"Did your master teach you to properly thank your superiors?"

"Thank you sir." I said. "Thank you for punishing me. I shouldn't have misbehaved."

"Damn right you shouldn't." he barked.

He brought his hand down again, this time hitting the other cheek.

"Th-thank you, sir." I grunted

I heard a few of the passengers snicker and turned to look behind me. Several of the passengers had taken out their phones and were filming. Even if the panther didn't tell my master, he'd probably figure it out when he saw my quickly reddening ass plastered all over the internet. I didn't have time to dwell on that fact as the panther brought his hand down again.

"Thank you sir." I whimpered

One of the people filming gave me a thumbs up and a wink. My ears pushed flat against my head, and I looked away, not able to stand the embarrassment.

Fido was kneeling by the panther's other leg, his face resting against his master's thigh, watching me with sympathy as my ass was destroyed.

Each whack rocked my entire body, pushing me forward and making my cage press into his thigh. Despite the pain, I was tight in my cage and could feel the front of my jockstrap getting wet with pre. As he continued spanking me I began to grunt with denied pleasure each time my cage rocked against his thigh. With each smack, his dick also got harder, pressing into the soft fur of my chest, twitching in pleasure as I rocked against it.

"Stupid mutt." The panther smacked the back of my head.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." I mumbled.

"Dumb mutt can't even get punished without getting turned on." The panther laughed.

He raked his claws against the sensitive skin of my ass. It wasn't hard enough to pierce the skin, but it would leave a mark. And with my ass already burning from the spanking, it hurt even more. I gasped as a claw teased my asshole, exploring the opening. I pushed my hips back instinctively, trying to relax my hole to allow him entry as I was trained to do.

"I bet a bitch like you would love to be fingered. But I don't think you would feel the same way after you see how rough I like to treat my pets. Luckily for you, your owner wants you in one piece, so I'll be nice."

He pushed his claw into the soft flesh around my hole and I yelped from the pain. Satisfied with my reaction, he stopped tormenting my hole and resumed the spanking. The pain was becoming almost unbearable. I tried to push away from the panther's smacks, but he still held my tail tight in his fist and no matter what I did, I could not escape him.

I felt the train slow and the conductor announced our stop. This was where I was supposed to get off. I considered telling the panther I needed to leave to go to work. Technically, he wasn't supposed to interfere with my work day, but I didn't know if he would care. I did a quick mental calculation and decided that whatever consequences I got for being late for work, they would be better than disappointing the panther again. I squeezed my eyes shut and continued to take my punishment, tears welling up in my eyes from the pain.

As the tears began to fall, I felt something fluffy rubbing against my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see that Fido had leaned in and was nuzzling my neck and shoulder.

"It'll be okay. You'll get through this." I heard him whisper, quiet enough that only I could hear. I was shocked that he would risk disobeying his owner by speaking, just to make me feel better, but it was a touching gesture. I was too haggard to verbally thank him, so I returned his nuzzle.

Eventually, after what felt like an hour, the panther finally stopped his assault. He lifted me off his thighs and set me down in front of him.

"Alright pup. You've been good. Here's your treat." He aimed his dick at me and started jacking off. Fido had buried his snout in the fur around his master's balls, licking them enthusiastically. The same exact thing I was now being punished for. I closed my eyes. I knew what was coming next.

"Eyes open." he snapped his fingers in front of my face and I opened my eyes. He continued jacking off, aided by his pup, and soon his balls tensed up and his dick began to twitch. Thick jets of cum launched from his dick and landed on my face and muzzle. I whined but didn't move.

"Good puppy." He smeared the cum into my fur and gave me a pat on the head. I wouldn't be allowed to wash the cum out until a superior asks me to. And I knew that was not going to happen. I would have to wear his cum as a mark of shame for the rest of the day. Even at work. The thought made my stomach knot with anxiety. I was not looking forward to the teasing, especially now that all I had to wear was a jockstrap.

I stared mournfully down at the tattered remains of my shorts and waited for the next stop. The train slowed, and as I headed down the aisle to the doors, passengers shouted lewd comments as I passed, reaching out to grope me, snapping pics with their phones as they did so.

I waited as all the other passengers left the train and tried to step out but the dalmatian conductor stopped me.

"What a naughty puppy, making us watch that, knowing we can't use your holes." He growled at me. I could see how hard he was through his uniform. "I should at least add my cum to your fur." He took his dick out of his pants and began slowly stroking it.

"Please, Sir. I have to get to work." I whined, looking at the station platform that was just mere feet away.

"Fine." The dalmatian put his cock away. "Show me your cage."

"But I already showed you my cage earlier."

"Show me your cage." He repeated, baring his fangs.

I pushed my jockstrap down to reveal my painfully tight cage.

"I don't think I can get a good enough view like this. Take them off." He said, gesturing to my clothes.

"All the way?"

"Yes."

He could clearly see my cage. And he had seen everything that had happened on the train, it's not like I had any opportunities to remove. But I had no choice but to comply. I let my jockstrap drop to the floor, leaving me naked save for my harness and collar. He reached out and gripped my large balls in his claws, making me whine.

"Such a needy, horny puppy." He squeezed my balls painfully.

"Please, Sir, I need to go." I wasn't sure how long we would stay stopped at a station, but I couldn't miss another one. I was already far too late.

"Fine, fine." He released my balls, and before I could react, picked my jockstrap off the floor. "But I'll be keeping this."

"I need that." I begged.

"I don't think so. Naughty puppies like yourself deserve to be punished. You got me all hard and don't even have the decency to let me cum on you. So no, I don't think you need this."

He brought the jockstrap up to his face and breathed in deeply.

"Oh yeah, that's some good shit." He started massaging his dick through his pants. I realized that there was no way I was making it off this train with my jockstrap, so I turned and left the train.

"See you next time." The conductor called after me.

I watched with a twinge of sadness as the train left the station. Since I had missed the earlier stop, I would have to walk almost an hour to get to my office, and I was going to have to do it completely naked. Everyone would be able to see my red ass, cum stained body, and denied cock. My face burned with embarrassment, but I made myself leave the safety of the train station and out into the city.

The walk to my office was much less eventful. I saw all manner of pups out and about, some with masters, some on their own. I got plenty of lewd comments yelled at me, and plenty of pictures taken, but luckily nobody stopped me. By the time I made it to the part of the city my office was in, I was panting from exhaustion.

I turned the corner and I was assaulted by the strong scent of piss. I saw a puppy, a goat of some type, kneeling on the ground, his leash tied around a fire hydrant, his yellow collar designating him as a public urinal. I'd only had to experience that horror one, when, in an effort to get me used to being pissed on, my trainers in obedience school had tied me up out front of the school and let any passerby who wanted to piss on me.

After that I had gulped down my trainer's piss without complaint. I never wanted to experience that ever again.

Unfortunately, I really had to piss. I could use the bathrooms at work, but I had to ask my boss every time I wanted to. It was embarrassing and he often made me hold it until I was begging him to let me piss. But anyone, even other pups, were allowed to use a urinal. I didn't even have to ask for permission

I knelt down next to the pup lifting my leg and letting out a stream of piss against his leg. Because I was in a chastity cage, I needed to kneel incredibly close to him, my balls almost touching his leg.

"Sorry." I mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

"It's okay." he sighed. "You gotta go when you gotta go. I get it."

"Thank you for giving me your piss." he said in what was clearly a rehearsed line.

"Uh... Have a good day?" I awkwardly gave him a pat on the head and my hand came away wet.

After relieving myself, I finally made it to my office building. I thought I worked for some kind of accounting firm. I don't really know, to be honest. I wasn't told any of the important stuff, and that was perfectly fine with me. The less I had to deal with any numbers, the better for everyone involved. I entered the first floor and got into an elevator with a few other furs in suits. I stood awkwardly at the back, naked, while the fully clothed people around me pretended not to notice the thick scent of cum that clung to me. It was a blessing when the elevator stopped at my floor and I was able to get off.

"Spot, Mr..." my coworker stared at my cum stained face, clearly trying not to laugh. "The boss wants to see you in his office."

My boss was the second most important person in my life. While at work, he was considered my surrogate master. I was expected to follow his orders as if my master were giving them, as long as they didn't overstep the boundaries my master established. When I was trying to get a job, my master had invited him over to his house and let him use my holes. I was hired quickly after that. He often visited my master to "check up" on his favorite employee. He was probably the closest I had to an actual work friend, even if it was mostly just him fucking my ass.

It turned out that my boss wanted me to attend a meeting he was holding later that day. But as soon as he saw the cum on my face, he decided that it was imperative that he had his own cum to the mix. By the time the meeting rolled around, five different people had cum on me and my fur was a complete mess. The only good thing was that he had supplied me with a replacement jockstrap. Although this one was even tighter than my last one and emblazoned with our company logo on the pouch. My boss called it my "work uniform". I was just glad to have something to wear.

My boss led me to the conference room where the meeting was happening and I knelt to the left of the door. As everyone entered, most didn't even spare me a glance, just giving me a pat on the head or scratching behind my ears. I did my best to enthusiastically greet everyone, even giving one of my coworkers a sloppy lick on their face when they called me a good boy.

Once everyone was inside and seated, I crawled under the conference table and lay, belly up, staring at the bottom of the table. My boss started talking about something but I didn't pay attention. I wasn't here to actually contribute to the meeting in any meaningful way. Someone stuck their foot in my face and I can finally fulfill my real purpose for being here. They removed their shoes and pressed their sock covered paw down onto my muzzle. I began licking and worshiping it, making sure to really appreciate the smell and taste.

Another foot pressed against my face and I barked from joy. Without pausing what he was saying, my boss gave me a gentle kick. I whined softly. I wasn't supposed to disrupt the meeting, and barking certainly would.

Every person has their own unique scent. A musk, that if you spend enough time with them, you will learn to recognize. I had made it my job to learn how to recognize all my coworkers from scent alone. Even though I could just see their legs, shoes, and paws, by smell I could tell which ones were my coworkers and which ones were strangers.

Further down the table I felt someone else exploring my body. They hadn't taken off their boots, and were pressing hard into my side and belly. I bit back a whine and did my best to continue serving the paws by my face. The meeting continued this way for quite some time, and every time I was starting to feel comfortable, I felt those boots pressing hard into another part of my body. I felt them press down hard on my caged dick and let out a long, low whine. Apparently that was not enough to stop the meeting and everyone continues on. I had a feeling that the person is intentionally seeing how far they can push me before I protest.

The boot moved from stepping on me to full on kicking my denied balls. It wasn't hard enough to actually hurt me, but it was still incredibly painful. I did my best to stay quiet but after one particularly hard kick I let out a yowl. Everyone at the table above me stopped speaking.

"If you keep kicking the puppy, you're going to have to leave." I heard my boss say and the kicking stopped. I felt incredibly grateful that I had such a nice boss who was willing to look out for me. I followed my nose until I found the unique scent of his musk and began nuzzling his shoes under the table. He reached down and gave me a scratch behind the ears and even had a dog treat for me to eat from his hand.

The meeting continued on without further incident, and by the time it was over, my fur was a mess of other people's sweat and musk.

"You did a great job, spot. Why don't you take a nap here. As a treat." My boss said to me once everyone else had gone.

"Thank you, Sir." I curled up on the rug, feeling its warmth against my skin.

"But I expect the office to be fully cleaned before you leave today, do you understand?"

I nodded, my eyes closing as my exhaustion set in.

I only managed to nap for about half-an-hour before another coworker of mine informed me that the toilet was backed up and I needed to fix it. Such was the life of an office pup.

Having an office pup was good for everyone. It gave pups a stable job and having an on call service pup boosted team morale. It also meant that nobody had to do the worst office tasks, so I was stuck doing everything no one wanted. Fetching coffee, fixing the printer, or in this case, cleaning the bathroom. I was also expected to serve as the receptionist, enthusiastically greeting everyone who came to the office and comply with their demands. It worked out in everyone's benefit.

Being the office bitch wasn't all bad though. I got plenty of belly rubs and head pats. I even had my own bowl and a small mat in the office break room. It paid more than any job I could have gotten without a college degree. All the money went to my owner, of course, but that just meant more toys for me. I didn't have to worry about rent, or bills, or taxes. My owner took care of all that for me and I just got to be a carefree puppy.

After managing with the bathroom situation, I finished up the rest of my office tasks and got to vacuuming and cleaning all the rooms. By the time I was finished, all my coworkers were long gone and it was dark outside.

When I left work the urinal pup was still there, looking remarkably worse for wear. I ended up using him again. I had managed to grab some dog treats from the break room at work, so after I was finished pissing on him, I let him eat them out of my hand. He thanked me with an affectionate nuzzle. It was made less endearing by the fact that his fur was still wet with piss.

Along my way to the subway, I stopped by a small cafe, still open despite the late hour. I had eaten a little at work, but I needed a little something to carry me over.

Outside the cafe was a very cute pup, a labradoodle, with their leash tied to a nearby tree.

"Waiting for your owner?" I asked. They nodded.

"Good puppy." I scratched their head and they gave my hand an affectionate lick.

I hoped they hadn't been waiting too long, especially considering how dark it was out. I left them and got in line to order a drink. The whole ordeal took much longer than I would have liked. Mostly given to the fact that people kept cutting me in line, and since the coffee was for me and not my master, I had to let them. I made it to the counter and ordered a lemonade. I paid with cash that my master had given me, stored in a small pouch on my harness. I left the line and waited for my drink.

The barista called my name and placed a dog bowl on the floor. I blushed deeply but I leaned down and began drinking from it. He gave me a scratch between the ears before continuing to his work. It was at a worker's discretion whether they would let a pup drink from a cup like everyone else or from a bowl. Some were nice and would give you a plastic cup, but no such luck today. I slurped up the liquid from the floor, my tail wagging back and forth in enjoyment. The lemonade was sweet and tart, just what I needed. Feeling refreshed, I left the cafe, noticing that the labradoodle was gone, and continued to the subway.

The train was a straight shot from my master's apartment to my office, when I wasn't stopped by power-hungry panthers, that was. However, it only ran during certain times of the day. If I wanted to get back now, I would need to take the subway, which would take longer.

I entered the subway car and found it empty except for a possum with a bright red mohawk and a blue collar. A blue collar meant... It had been a while since obedience school where we went over collar colors. And the most common colors were green, red, and yellow. Blue meant he was... Oh! A courier pup. Wow, that was rare. It meant he was an official government employee and delivered packages. He had even more rights and privileges than me.

I sat down a few seats to his right and rested my head on the metal pole that ran down from the ceiling of the car. The other pup scooted across the seats until he was sitting next to me

"Hey." The pup next to me nudged my shoulder. "Long day?" He asked.

"Yeah... I got spanked on the train this morning and missed my stop. " I sighed.

"Oof. That bad? Want a hug?" He asked and I nodded. He pulled me into a warm hug and I let out a contented sigh. It felt good just to be held by someone. His warmth enveloped me, and if I let myself, I knew I could fall asleep in his arms. Finally we broke the hug.

"I hope things at home aren't as bad." He asked me, studying me with concern.

"No, my master is kind. Strict, but kind."

"I wish we are as lucky." he said with a sad look in his eye.

"Are things bad with you?" I asked quietly. He doesn't answer for a while.

"It's not all bad. Sometimes I get to meet cute guys on the subway." he gives me a wink. He slid closer to me and rested his arm around my shoulder.

"So... what's your name?"

"Spot." I responded automatically.

"Did your owner give you that name?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Is that what you want to be called?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to call you Spot?"

"Well yeah, that's my name." I was confused. Pups didn't use their birth names. When I was being trained at obedience school, I was given the name of 'Buddy' but my master had changed it to 'Spot' when he adopted me. As far as the law, or anything else, was concerned, that was my name.

"Well you can call me Rex."

"Is that your pup-name?" I asked. He just smiled back at me.

He inspected my face, nose wrinkling from the smell of dried cum.

"Yeah, that also happened." I sighed.

"Here, let me." he pulled a water bottle and bandana out of his bag. Wetting the cloth, he reached out to clean my face. I flinched away from him.

"You're not allowed to do that. It's against the rules."

"Yeah? And who's going to find out?" He looked around the empty train. "If anyone asks, just say some master cleaned you off. Who's going to question that?"

"I... I..." I couldn't argue with his logic. And I hated the cum in my fur. The smell and the way it matted and crusted in my fur. Finally I inclined my head to him and let him clean me.

"That's a good puppy." He cooed as he cleaned the cum out of my fur. "See? That wasn't so bad." He said when he had finally finished.

It wasn't perfect, and my fur still smelled faintly of cum, but it was much better than before.

It was bizarre. I'd talked to other puppies before, but most times we'd been in the presence of others. The most common interaction I had with other pups was serving the same dom together. Or, like in the train this morning, just sitting by a dom as he petted us. My master occasionally took me to the dog park and I got to run around with the other pups. It was fun, and good exercise, but there wasn't really time to actually talk.

"Thanks, I really needed that."

"Maybe you should learn to break the rules more often. I promise I won't spank you. Unless you want me to."

I blushed deeply. As painful as it was, the spanking had left me leaking in my cage.

"Ha. Just as I thought."

He looped a finger through my collar and gently pulled me towards him. I knew what he was planning to do. Kissing another pup in an empty subway car was definitely against the rules. But I didn't stop him. His muzzle parted and then we were kissing. And in that kiss, a tiny rebellion. I wasn't not allowed to kiss another pup, not without asking my master. So why did it feel so good?

His kiss was hard and passionate, and his tongue explored my mouth, fighting for dominance with mine. I leaned into it and just let him have me, let him lead the kiss. When we finally broke apart, I was panting and flustered, my cheeks tinged with color.

"See how fun it can be?" he smirked at me.

I reached down and adjusted my cage, which has grown tight and slick with pre.

"I have that effect on people." He said, placing his hand on top of mine and pushing down against my cage. I grunted in surprise, but I didn't push his hand away.

"You're a very good kisser." I admitted

"That's because I only ever kiss incredibly cute guys." He pulled me into another kiss, continuing to tease my cage with his hand. I moaned into his mouth, allowing my hands to explore his body. I forgot the last time I had just kissed someone. Not licked them like a puppy was supposed to. I felt incredibly good. I moaned again as Rex ran his finger against the bars of my cage.

"Someone's certainly needy." Rex said, breaking our kiss.

"I didn't realize how much I wanted that." I said through flustered breaths.

"Well, unfortunately this is my stop. But..." He rummaged in his bag for something.

"Here." He handed me a slip of paper with his phone number. "If you're ever out this way again, give me a call."

"Is that allowed?" I asked. Not every pup was allowed to have their own phone.

He didn't answer, instead giving me a wink and stepping out of the subway car. The last thing I saw of him was a streak of red hair as the subway sped away.

I felt... weird. I had been spanked, had my clothes destroyed, stolen, and cummed on. But that was an average Tuesday for a pup. That kiss had been something else. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I had done something wrong. What if someone had seen? What if my owner found out?

I couldn't stop playing the events of the evening over in my mind as I walked from the subway stop to my owner's apartment. It has been a rough day. But maybe, just maybe, I had made a new friend.

I knew my master would be disappointed in me for being late. Doubly so if he had seen the videos of me that no doubt were circulating online. He'd probably give me a spanking of his own, and my ass still hurt from the one I had gotten earlier. That was what I got for being a puppy. But in return I got a safe, comfortable home with a loving master. I'd take that trade any day of the week.