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For the first few seconds, Juji wondered where she was. The room around her was dark. Thin black metal bars boxed her in from all sides, forcing her to curl up against her knees. She reached out for them and noticed her hand was covered by some thick latex paw. No, wait, that was her hand. It had rubber beans on the bottom, making it easier for her to poke and prod without issue.

Which she did, repeatedly. The clang of metal echoed around the dark room, followed by whines made possible by the ringgag in her mouth. Her tail plug-filled butt hopped up and down to calm the growing sensation in her groin. The smell and squeak of latex mixed in, reminding whoever else was in the room that the dear sweet puppygirl was awake.

And she needed to pee.

The door creaked open, bringing illumination blocked by a single figure. A woman, with dreadlocks, dark skin, and tired eyes not helped by the steaming mug in her hand. “I’m coming, Juji.” Delilah yawned. Juji yipped for her to hurry. Delilah hunched as she walked over without any haste, mumbling to herself something about immersion and responsibilities. Not that Juji remembered what those words meant. Some part of her believed she should, but dogs don’t really understand words like people do.

And Juji was a good girl. A nice latex doggo of the highest breed with the bestest owner ever. Not Delilah, though she wasn’t a bad caretaker by any stretch of the imagination. No, she was just the mate of Juji’s real owner, Stephen. Her head tipped down at his memory. She hadn’t seen him in days and it was starting to take its toll.

The cage opened and Delilah tapped the roof. “Out, come on.” Juji panted and crawled out, her doggy-padded knees smacking the floor right behind her paw mitts. Rushing out the bedroom door and ignoring Delilah’s call, the latex puppygirl reached the patio door and mewled. It was closed!

“Oh, you need to do that.” Delilah shook her head with a sigh. “Just hold it for a minute. Need to get my sneakers.” With one pair of sneakers and a hoodie over Delilah’s sweatshirt and pants later, Juji was outside by the end of a leash. The brisk morning air mixed with the leather scent of her nostrils. It slapped against her second skin, sending a shiver all across her body that almost made her forget the urge to pee.

But where to do it? In their old yard, Stephen had made a point for Juji to be quick about it. They couldn’t stay outside for long, else they’d risk people watching. Stephen hated people watching, which is why he and Delilah decided to move to Juji’s new home. A small house with neighbors blocked by a thicket of trees so thick that Juji couldn’t even see lights at night. Some part of her missed neighbors. She liked barking at people from the window. Another part of her loved the new home though. Here she could take her time to find the perfect spot in the backyard. It was all, after all, her territory.

Relieved, Juji made her way back inside. She spotted Delilah by the stove and heard something sizzling. Bacon? Her mouth salivated. It’d been forever since she last had bacon. It was a special treat for her birthday. Stephen had crumbled a bunch of bacon into flakes to put into her porridge.

Sadly this bacon was not for her. Delilah sizzled a fresh batch for herself to mix with her grapefruit while Juji enjoyed her own porridge. Her muzzle had to be unclipped first and gag removed, letting Juji relax her mouth for a moment before eating. Her tongue was more than capable of lapping up her breakfast, but access to her jaw made it less messy.

The TV played off in the background as Juji ate at Delilah’s feet. The dark woman muttered something about depressive news stories. She looked down to Juji, “It’s just a 24 hour cycle of doom, isn’t it?” Unsure of what she meant, Juji simply tilted her head. Delilah sighed, “Right, I sometimes forget how deep the programming went for you. Not even sure if you can understand me anymore.”

Juji barked in response. She definitely knew what words Delilah said, but good puppies didn’t speak or give much thought to complex words. Play, fetch, ball, walk, these were the kinds of words that registered in her brain.

Speaking of play, Juji could use some. As soon as her gag and muzzle were back in place, the latex pup yipped and raised her paws over Delilah’s legs. “No.” The woman demanded, finger firmly pointed to the ground, “Juji, sit.” Juji whined but followed, her knees spread aside like she’s practiced thousands of times. “Good girl. Now I need to go get some work done, so just sit out here and relax, ok?” After a soft pet behind Juji’s fake ears, Delilah left her alone in the living room. The wags of her tail plug slowed to a crawl.

Boredom came like an annoying friend.

Juji tried pushing her own toys around the house, but it was moot without someone to toss them. She crawled like she was in a self-imposed race, but no one to chase made it pointless. Staring out the window, Juji forgetting that there would be no passersby to bark or challenge for territory, just thickets of trees and a long driveway that hid even the road from her.

She found herself nestled back into the living room doggybed, eyes closed as if she could sleep the dullness away. It’d be better if Stephen were there. She could crawl up and enjoy his adorable face. How he laughed when they were out for walks. Memories flooded back to times they walked through the city. Only, she wasn’t on a leash nor walking on all fours. Her master smiled but looked nervous, having to be pulled by her hand to go anywhere.

More memories came. Pencils in her hands that tapped anxiously against desks. Nights on beds that Juji knew she couldn’t be allowed on. No dogs on furniture. The name Juliet resonated in her dreams but it felt wrong. She was Juji, Stephen’s pet. She whimpered and opened her eyes to the door, begging silently that he’d walk through right then and there for her to slather in sloppy kisses.

She sniffed but couldn’t find his scent. Crawling out from her little bed, she curled up over Stephen’s favorite spot on the couch. Juji knew she wasn’t allowed on furniture, but she didn’t care. She was too busy burying her snout into the polyester to find some glimpse of him. It still wasn’t enough.

Her paw tried to move between her legs but stopped. Dogs didn’t use their paws for anything not in front of them. Even as heat pooled in the open hole between her latex covered legs. Mewling, she tried to grind her thighs against one another as if to stem the flame, rolling her back against her master’s spot as she did so. It only grew, as did the tightness of her breath and the strain against her chest.

Memories hooked on what scents she could fathom of him. The strange cologne he wore on their first walk. The soft stink that came when he woke up beside her. Musk from his cock as she serviced it. The reasoning behind these memories took a back seat as Juji tried to find some way to scratch the itch between her legs.

She humped. Like a dog in heat, Juji pressed her privates against any soft corner she could find and grinded away. The edge of the couch, the cushions, and even the throw pillows. Especially the throw pillows. Small, soft, and squishy, Juji pushed them against the side of the couch and panted as the stitchings brushed between her lips and clit. The couch shook with each thrust of her hips. Her paws smacked at the armrest with giddy energy. It wasn’t enough. She needed his touch.

“Juji!” Delilah shouted from across the room. “Bad girl!” Heavy footsteps shook the floor. Juji’s collar pulled against her neck as Delilah yanked her to the ground. “Not the couch! You know better. Wait, is that…that’s my great-grandmother’s pillow!” Delilah’s tone made Juji keep her head at the floor and whine. Her other owner’s frustrated grunt did not bode well.

“No, you don’t get to play innocent here. You know the furniture is for people, not dogs.” Delilah grabbed Juji’s head and forced her to face the woman’s scrunched disappointed expression and wagging finger. “Look at this! There’s stains everywhere now. You know how difficult this is to clean?”

Juji tilted her head in confusion. Was she supposed to know? Somewhere in the back of her mind Juji remembered it involved a machine of some sorts. The big one in the tiled room that made a long continuous noise whenever clothes were put inside. The name escaped her.

“I really did not want to do laundry today.” Delilah complained, “I was hoping to wait until Stephen got back, just toss his clothes with the load. Shit, do I even have enough pods for this? Damn it.” Sighing, the woman sat on the couch, one hand still heavy on Juji’s scalp. Hearing her master’s name, Juji rested her chin on Delilah’s lap and looked up with sad eyes. “You really do miss him, don’t you?” Her other owner said, cradling Juji’s head. “I do too. But that’s no excuse to ruin the furniture before he gets home. What’s he gonna think when he sees this mess?”

Bowing her head submissively in apology, Juji whined. She didn’t mean to cause problems. The last thing she wanted was to be a bad dog. She could tell Delilah was right on the edge of saying it. Even excuses such as Stephen’s absence didn’t justify the wet spots she’d left all over the couch and pillows.

But Delilah was understanding. She sighed and softly petted Juji’s hooded scalp. “I know…I miss him too. But how do you think he’d react if he saw you humping pillows like you were stuck in heat? Stephen expects you to have better control over yourself.”

Juji knew this and whimpered meagerly. Resting her head against Delilah’s lap, the latex hound looked up and silently pleaded for help to be better. Her owner smiled and scratched at the crook of Juji’s neck. “I guess I’ll load up the headset. Come on.”

Juji’s tail wagged excitedly as she followed at the edge of Delilah’s feet. Back in the bedroom, her owner unlatched the leather muzzle to better place the special headset Stephen got. She remembered it being a Christmas gift for him, though the word ‘Christmas’ brought a little confusion. Luckily, the headset would fix that, as did the earpods tucked into her real ears. Paws and knees were locked to the floor for her own safety.

“One hour should be enough.” Delilah said, “Pay close attention.”

The screen before her eyes went black, the kind of black where she knew it was on but nothing showed. Audio of Stephen’s voice sounded off with text flashing before the screen. “Juji is a good girl.” He said, softly and on repeat. Images flashed of Juji walking from her perspective, recordings of the times she wore a gopro. Walks, outdoor playtime, indoor playtime, and cuddles. “Juji is a good girl.”

The images shifted. His cock took center stage, close enough that Juji swore she could smell him. “Good girls don’t cum unless told to.” The voice said, “Good girls goon.” Audio of a woman moaning in the throes of passion played out. It wasn’t Delilah’s, as she commanded rather than this woman. This woman pleaded to be fucked, begged for it to be harder. “Good girls goon.” Stephen’s audio played again. Images of women played over her eyes. Each teasing and edging themselves by finger or toy. The look of desperation remained the same. “Good girls goon.”

“Juji is a good girl.”

Warmth grew from her privates. Juji tried to close her legs but the bindings kept her open. Her paws strained against chains. No, she thought, needing to stay still. Good girls goon. Juji is a good girl.

The voice shifted as did the pictures. From desperate women to women face deep in another person’s crotch. “Good girls service.” Said the new voice, softer and feminine. Was it Delilah’s, or someone else? “Good girls please their masters. Good girls' mouths are meant to make others happy.” The video was her master Stephen being serviced by another woman. There was something remarkably familiar about her, but Juji couldn’t put her paw on it. Another video switched to the same woman servicing Delilah’s pussy.

Juji imagined the taste. Her tongue flicked on reflex, mirroring what she saw in the screens before her. Deep breaths filled her with the heavy scent of Delilah from memory alone. “Good girls please their masters.” The audio played, flashing images of the same woman either sucking Stephen off or eating Delilah out. “Good girls please their masters.”

“Juji is a good girl.”

She was a good girl. She had to be. Guilt crawled up her spine at the thought of her failing again. Text flashed over new videos of the unknown woman locked in bed with a vibrating wand tied to her cunt. “Orgasms are a gift.” It said, blinking over and over as the woman struggled to her new sensation. Juji yipped and flexed what little of her lower body she could. The wet heat seeped from her cunt. “Orgasms are a gift. Good girls goon.”

“Juji is a good girl.”

Fire spread up her body and turned her second skin into a steamy prison. Juji panted. Obediently she watched the videos with her eyes rarely blinking. The audio grew more intense. Background noise of bedsprings and heavy moans etched mixed with the audio and text. “Good girls are happy to service. Good girls are happy to please.” Stephen and Delilah were alone on screen now. They shared positions of carnal lust as Juji watched. Pride swirled with her arousal, as well as a hint of jealousy she tried to stem. That was her bone between Stephen’s legs. Her bone she needed him to bury inside her. She coveted Delilah’s pleasure, yet felt content at seeing her two owners fuck freely while she stayed at the edge.

“Juji is a good girl.”

So lost in the sound, Juji didn’t feel the vibrations of footsteps until a hand caressed her face. The video stopped. She whined. Delilah answered with a soft laugh. “Did you enjoy your little program, Juji?” Juji yipped, her tongue hanging out as she panted with lust. Good girls didn’t indulge in their lust. They simply goon. So she sat like the good dog she was and let the heat wrap around her body after Delilah locked her muzzle back on.

Her tail wagged happily as Delilah locked a leash back around her neck. Were they going on walkies? Following the soft tug, Juji found herself directed back to the living room. There Delilah plopped down onto the couch and pulled up her skirt. Juji’s panting went silent as her owner pulled down her panties, then leaned over to unlatch her ring gag. The ache of her jaw fell by the wayside at the sight of the moist pussy.

One hand tugged Juji’s leash to bring her closer, the other spread her own glistening lips. “Time to be a good girl, Juji.” She said with a smile. Juji shivered with desire and leaned forward. Using her paws to keep Delilah’s legs apart, she carefully dove into her owner’s cunt. From experience, she knew Delilah preferred it slow.

“That’s it.” Delilah took a deep breath and exhaled with relief. “You always knew just where to go. Good girl.” Pride swelled in Juji’s chest at the praise. She knew her owner liked to ride out her pleasure with women. Before Stephen, Delilah’s string of partners varied depending on her mood of play. The term ‘pillow princess’ popped into Juji's brain, and the latex puppygirl wasn’t quite sure why. Delilah’s hand over her scalp helped her forget and return to task.

Praise and pleasured moans mixed into the hours as Juji’s tongue kept working. Delilah made no command to finish her off, even going as far to tell Juji to relax from her clit and focus on worship. Her owner’s pleasure came first, even if she took so long to attain it, so Juji took satisfaction in the noises Delilah made.

Somewhere in the cacophony of wet licks and moans came the sound of a garage door opening. She mewled into Delilah’s cunt, looking up with puppydog eyes to pause and inspect the noise. Delilah had none of it, locking her legs around Juji’s neck to keep her steady. Only the woman’s cunt taste and scent filled her mind as footsteps sounded off in the distance. A familiar voice spoke with curious surprise as he entered the room. “Someone’s gotten impatient, hasn’t she?”

“Are you talking about me, or the dog?” Delilah jested, finally letting Juji off. The woman held her by the leash, forcing the puppygirl to sit still as her master returned. Stephen smiled with his well trimmed beard. Behind the lenses of his prescription glasses were eyes thankful to see both of his girls waiting for him. He pushed over to Delilah, their lips touching for one second then opening to exchange tongue and breath. Juji felt a hint of envy at the display, but her butt had her tail wag regardless.

“A little of A, a little of B.” Stephen said softly, chuckling as he took his work jacket off. “Has Juji been a good girl?”

“I had to put her on the program again after catching her humping the pillows. She’s been missing you.” Juji’s front paws fell into rapid taps at Delilah’s words. He was right there and she couldn’t just glomp on him. She needed to show her love and happiness that he was back. “How was the trip?”

With a drawn out sigh, Stephen collapsed beside his wife. “Exhausting. Nevermind being cooped up in planes for that long, the meetings were so tedious I swear I lost track of the subject multiple times. The entire thing could have been a video call with what they needed me for.”

Juji laid her face against his lap to comfort him. Delilah cuddled up. “I know, but you’re the head of a department now. They’re too stuck in the times to accept that you don’t need to be there physically anymore.”

He sighed again. “I know.” Stephen rested his hand on Juji’s scalp. She beamed happiness and wagged her false tail as quickly as she could without it slipping out. Unlike Delilah, Stephen’s hand has a certain weight to it. Not as though he was a heavy lifter, but there was just something comforting about how it felt across her head. He took notice with a smile, “I just wish I didn’t have to leave you two alone. I get jealous of your girls’ nights.”

“They aren’t special.” Delilah said, immediately adding, “Well, not that special. It is nice to have Juji for myself but I think you’re overplaying it.”

“Maybe.” Stephen fondled Juji’s head as he spoke. “But I mean, it’s gotta be nice, right? Ever since we got married, I haven't had any alone time with her. N-Not that I don’t want you around or anything.” That classic nervousness made Juji want to cuddle up with him more. Silently tell him that it was ok.

Delilah laughed it off. “I know what you mean, dear. I’m not insulted. She’s important to me too, but we’re all together now. The three of us.” They embraced for another kiss. Peeking over the couch, Delilah smiled and asked, “So, what’s in the box?”

“What box?” Stephen said smugly, “Oh, that box. The big box.”

“Yes, dear, the big box.” Delilah rolled her eyes, “And the small box on top.”

“Well, that’s a secret for Juji. And we can’t discuss secrets for Juji when Juji is present, now can we?” He looked at Juji and added with a cutesy tone, “No we can’t, no we can’t. And by the looks of it, Juji needs a shower before her presents.”

While the thought of presents did liven her spirits, the word shower had her whine in response. Delilah agreed, saying it was about that time for her daily rinse. Juji hated the shower. Her head hung low as she followed the commands to their bathroom without hesitation. Neither owner could blame her given the hassle it was for her special contacts. Stephen held her steady as Delilah put the lenses in her eyes. Juji’s vision went fuzzy with them. So much so that she could barely make out her own paws in front of her.

Then they took the paws off. Juji whimpered with each piece of her removed. Her muzzle, her tail, and then came the uncomfortable feeling of her latex skin taken away. Her pores breathed out into the open air of the bathroom. She hugged herself, wanting to feel some form of tight embrace over her naked body. Not even hair existed anymore, save for her eyebrows to keep sweat out of her eyes.

“Are you alright, Juji?” Stephen asked as Delilah turned the showerhead. Her blurred vision told Juji that he’d begun to strip, but being unable to see his naked form made the experience less fun. The sound of the showerhead running felt…strange. As if something slowly came back the longer it went on.

“Yes, Stephen,”Juji said. She was supposed to bark or sound like a dog, but it oddly felt ok to speak in response now. It dawned on her that this was another reason she hated showering. Too close to being human again.

Four thick fingers and a thumb gently held her wrist. “Come up. We’ve gotta get you clean. We’ll be quick.” Stephen assured her. Her legs shook with every step, not used to supporting her on her feet anymore.

Steam rose from the shower and yet Juji still shivered. Two pairs of hands held her close as the warm water splashed down across her body. Stephen pulled her in and whispered gentle coos as Delilah spread body wash all over her naked form. She hated it. The water, the heat, the only thing making it bearable at all were her two owners' handsy approach to keeping her still.

After they shower they returned Juji to her proper form. Stephen led her back to the bedroom by the leash, still naked alongside Delilah. As they took to the bed, Stephen patted his thigh. “Up, up, Juji.”

“You know she’s not allowed on the bed.” Delilah chastised.

Juji knew this, but she couldn’t ignore her master’s command. She instead raised her face to his crotch, staring at the cock slowly growing before her. Delilah raised her brow and smiled as Stephen took their puppy’s head closer to his dick. “Good girl. Now why don’t you have fun with my bone for a bit. Don’t go too far, Delilah needs her fun.”

Bone! Yes. Big meaty bone. Juji pushed forward and wrapped her lips around her master’s cock. Its pulsing warmth filled her with excitement as her head slowly began to bob down it. Her muzzled face looked up and saw both master’s locked lips with one another. Delilah possessively held his chest tight, her moans driving Juji with envy as the puppygirl suckled more of her master’s rod.

“That’s a good girl.” Delilah said with a playful yet authoritative tone. “Suck on that bone. Get my cock nice and wet so I can enjoy it to the fullest.” Juji knew what was to come but didn’t slow. She was a good girl, and good girls cared about their owners above all else.

She did whine when he pulled out though. If she could, her ears would wilt as her master lined his cock against her mistress’s cunt. Soft breaths seeped from the woman’s lips as he slipped into her, hands holding hers tight enough that Juji felt hers attempt to ball inside her paw pads. The bed began to creak as thrusts sped up. Delilah moaned. Louder and louder until it overshadowed the scraping of the bed’s wooden legs across the floor.

Juji wanted to cry out like that. She wanted to feel her master’s strong hands holding her down and plowing her like they were lost in heat. Delilah locked legs around his waist. Stephen began to grunt and growl as he dug deep into his wife. Delilah continued to demand it. Harder and harder while Juji had a full view of it all.

Good girls goon.

Her paw hand slipped down between her legs. Everything Delilah told her not to do swam in her mind as they fucked like animals. Her thighs locked around the glove and gave her hips free rein to grind her cunt against the leather. She needed every ounce of it.

“That’s it.” Delilah cried out. “Just like that. Harder!” Juji couldn’t tell anymore who she meant, but it didn’t stop her from grinding more against her paw. Never enough to push past the breaking point. Always watching, listening to the grunts and wet slaps. She both wanted to be in Delilah’s place, and was content that her owner was in the throes of pleasure.

Stephen silenced his wife with a kiss as his thrusts slowed. Their bodies tangled together. “Fuck…” Delilah panted as they broke away, “You were really bored on that trip.”

“Yeah.” He pulled out and snapped his fingers. Juji crawled up and suckled his cock, cleaning it of the couple’s juices. “Dinner and round two?”

His wife smirked. “If you think that’s enough then you clearly haven’t been paying attention.” In the back of her mind, Juji found that ever hungry desire familiar. Memories were too foggy, but her owners were familiar, if not better versions of the faded images she saw in her head.

They relaxed with takeout. Juji enjoyed a nice bowl of honeyed porridge as they ate. During dinner, Delilah pointed out the boxes again. “Oh, right.” Stephen said, midway through eating a bowl of fried rice. “The gifts.”

Delilah thumbed her ring. “You spoil her.” The woman’s tone didn’t suggest that it bothered her. “What are they?”

He grinned. “You’ll see.” Juji found her master adorable when cheeky. Enough that she wanted to tackle his knees and wrestle him on the ground in good fun. They returned to the bedroom after dinner, Juji following Delilah by leash and Stephen dragged the two boxes into the bedroom. Taking a knife, he cut away the tape in such a manner that the biggest box could be lifted free, revealing a large brown teddy bear around Juji’s size. “Tada!”

Both Juji and Delilah tilted their heads. “Hun, she has toys to snuggle up with. And that looks too big for her to drag around.”

“She’s not going to.” Stephen opened the next box. “Since it’s meant to come with this.” Juji watched as a flesh colored dildo was pulled from the box, followed by a strap. Her tail wagged at the sight of it, more because she wasn’t allowed any fake bones in her toys. But the more she looked at it, the more Juji realized it was modeled after someone very familiar.

“No.” Delilah shook her head. “Honey, we’ve been over this. Juji’s meant to be a gooner.”

“That doesn’t mean she can’t fuck herself.”

“If the dildo is shaped like your dick, she’s gonna ride it until she gets offs.”

He smiled and started strapping the dildo and harness over the bear’s crotch, “That’s the best part. She can’t. At least not if you’ve been using the regular programs. I added a subliminal subroutine into it.”

“It’s already subliminal. You added another layer?” She asked. With his nod, she continued, “Why? And why not tell me?”

“Because I know you like seeing her try, so it’s a present to both of you. Juji, here!” With a snap of his fingers, Juji crawled forward to the strapped stuffed bear. The fleshy toy between its legs had the same uncanny feeling as all her toys did, but the measurements and colors proved Delilah’s observations correct. Exactly like Stephen’s bone. Slathering lube across its silicon, the shine helped hide the falsehood as Juji felt her tongue lull with desire and her cunt drip. “Steve here has been having a long day.” Stephen pulled the bear’s head up to mimic life, “And he needs some time with his dog. Can you help relieve his stress?”

Yipping, she climbed over the stuffed bear. Her master helped line the cock against her vulva, holding it steady as she lowered herself down. The gag held her clenching jaw open as she felt the toy penetrate her. It lacked the warmth, but the shape was just what she wanted. What she needed.

Her owners watched on with interest, giggling and cuddling each other as Juji built a rhythm. She closed her eyes and imagined not the fluffy fake fur of Steve the bear, but the lean muscles of her master. Every breath filtered his scent. Every thrust into him carried his grunt. He had a long day and needed as much pleasure as she could muster. She had a long day waiting and wouldn’t take anything less from him, even if she had to do it herself.

Soon the grunts she imagined became real, added with the soft cries of her mistress and the straining of the bed. Juji rode out her master’s gift as he enjoyed his wife, sinking into pleasure but not enough to relieve herself of desire. Good girls goon.

Juji was a good girl.