Dog Man X Petey Novels & Stories

“Then why are you so hesitant to tell me?” Kate looked away from his deep brown eyes that she thought was going to swallow her any minute from now as she thought of an excuse to make. “I was thinking of a pet I had back home” The pet she was talking about was her cute white furry dog, fluffy. Whenever things was hard for her back there at the club, fluffy would always come and comfort her rubbing her head against the length of her legs. This was the first time since she’d escaped that she thought back to that hell hole she’d ran away from. Now that she thought about it, John was so much like fluffy.

I retorted, sipping my juice. “Not loud enough to make the neighbor’s dog howl. Poor thing’s traumatized. Hell, I think the whole street is traumatized.” She responded. “Whatever. At least I got laid and it’s definitely going to turn into a normal thing.” I clapped back and her mouth hung open as she chuckled. “True. I mean, you moan like a really dirty p**n star, but hey, gold medal for vocal performance.” She responded, raising her coffee cup.

She was a futanari, a girl with a penis, and today, her body was crying out for release. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Eden's eye. There, in the grass, was a small dog, a terrier of some sort, trotting along without a leash. Eden watched as the dog approached her, its tail wagging excitedly. As it drew closer, Eden noticed something peculiar – the dog's genitals were exposed, and it appeared to be in heat.

I told him sternly. Those intense and intelligent eyes made contact with mine. I couldn't explain it, but it felt like he not only understood me but could see straight to my soul with those damn eyes. With a disgruntled groan, he stopped and laid down with a big huff. Interesting. Such personality I hadn't ever seen in a dog before. "Well, I think I'll just head on out." Pete stated, turning to leave. “I owe you lunch. Why not stay and eat?” "I can take a rain check for lunch." He stated, slowly backing away from the kennel. It was like he was scared to turn his back on the creature.

“Not that I’m telling you what to do, but don’t you think he has had enough exercise for today? He’s been at it for a while now.” The man said while patting her dog who had returned with the ball in his mouth. She smiled and said. “Only if he could complain.” She took a proper look at him and saw he was quite good looking, and tall too. His hazel eyes and well chiseled jaw had this alluring effect on her. Rex was now playing with Bryan’s dog as they were discussing. So what’s your dog’s name? She asked. “Jack.” “Yours?” “Rex.”

Something cold and wet rubs against the edge of my palm, and I rip my hand away and inside, my outstretched arms falling more. "What?" Pete stands and comes to look out the opening for himself. "Something touched me." I'm so tired of being touched by unidentified things. Pete stretches onto his tiptoes. "It's a dog." "What?" I heave open the door, widening the space a few more millimeters. Sure enough, when I lean closer for a better look, a big black nose greets me. A dog drawing attention to the fact I have the door open is the last thing we need right now.

Brain says, extending his hand to me and I take it. "Hey, it's nice to meet you Brain, I'm Emily" I say to him with a smile which he returns. "Where's Dre?" Tyler asks looking around. That must be his other friend or maybe Brain's brother. "He's upstairs" He says and as soon as he does we here a barking sound coming from the stairs "Oh,here he comes," Brain says and we turn to see a dog running down to us. It's a samoyed breed. Oh so Dre is a dog and not Brain's brother.

Just moved to stand before her, legs planted wide apart as he said, “Master O’Grady, what do we do to this little Pet?” The Irishman had been staring in shock and stammering out some apologies. But now, he gleaned the look on his brother’s face and beamed. He raised his body and stood before the little figure kneeling on the carpet. “Ah…now there’s a thought, eh Saint?” he grinned. The Masters bent down and lifted the tearful Pet to her feet, hauling her into their arms in an awkward embrace. “We wanted to promise solemnly,” began St Just, and the Irishman continued,

“If you want to stay under my roof, and have me being a provider, the only status you can take is as my pet. I can order you to do anything I want. No matter what I order, you have no right to deny. If you can’t take it, just leave.” Mikayla didn’t even blink her eyes. The only way she knew how to drive a man away was to be ruthless and authoritative over him. This young man was no different. He couldn’t possibly agreed to this. No man wanted to be just a pet to a woman. He must have his male ego. “What?” The young man was confused and speechless as expected. He took a step back and lost in thought. He scratched his head where the bandage was at. “No…”

“What the hell have you done with my dog?!” Then I heard it, a weak, terrified whimper coming from the far side of the chamber. I ran toward the sound, legs burning, ignoring the sharp stab in my side. One of the iron-barred cells stood open. Inside, chained to the wall like a fucking animal, was a mad-looking man — wild eyes, matted hair, clothes torn and filthy. He was hunched over something on the ground. Wait… Peanuts! The man had his teeth sunk into my dog’s hind leg.