Formal Dog Dress Novels & Stories

he promised her, kissing both cheeks and giving control back to me. All three of our pups seemed to enjoy snuggling up with their Papa. He could not wait until they were old enough to ride on his back as he ran through the forest. Neither of us could wait to teach them everything that we could about being good Alphas. We had no doubt in our minds that they would accomplish many great things. I let out a whistle when I saw the gorgeous dress my girl had on. It was a simple black and red ombre dress that ended right above her knees.

He stood, tall and looming again, and then, without ceremony, tossed something at me. It landed at my paws with a soft thud. It was a plain black dress. Very needed for right now. “Put that on,” he said. “You’re coming with me.” And just like that, he turned and walked out. For a second, I stayed frozen. Then, cautiously, I padded over to the dress. I sniffed it. It didn’t smell like it had been poisoned. I waited another moment, before shifting and putting on the clothes. I crouched quickly, wrapping the dress around myself before standing fully. It barely reached my knees. There was no underwear. No shoes. I was just wearing the thin fabric.

Dallas’ p.o.v. “Did you see the dress code for the Ceremony?” Jesper asks, while turning it towards Joshua. “No, I didn’t. I don’t need to know, because I will be wearing my uniform.” I reply as I sit down behind my desk. Usually the dress code for an Alpha and/or Luna Ceremony is similar, you show up in the colors of your Pack. In some cases they just ask you to wear something with your Pack’s emblem on it, for men that usually means a tie with the emblem on it and most women wear a brooch or scarf with the emblem on it.

I couldn’t even take in the words, I was so overwhelmed by all the glitter and beauty. The room had been dressed—flowing sashes lining the walls, potted plants and trees giving softness to the corners and leaving the air with a fresh scent. Every wolf in the room was dressed in formal attire. But while most of the females were decked out in gowns that resembled anything I’d see in a black-tie event in my world, the males wore a strange mingling of old-fashioned British regency and some kind of formal tribal wear.

Now that the main trials were over and the hunt for Jacob continued until he could be captured, they could turn their attention to the marking ceremony. The mating portion would be private, unless the Creator Duskin showed up to claim her first before they left the stage. Ife stood in the mirror looking at the blush dress that adorned her skin. It was very sexy and she hoped she pulled it off well so that her mates enjoyed the view. Duskin said he would make it tonight to complete the second part of their bond. She would finally be a mated woman, bound to her mates for life. The dress had a sweetheart neckline, fitted bodice, and flowed freely below her knees with the two side splits.

[Carys] I chose a simple black dress that corresponded with the dress code of the gala. Men were to wear formal attires that had balanced air of both sophistication and sensuality. Masquerades dewed with morbidness and mystery. Attendees were encouraged to be creative with their looks as long as it held onto the decency of intellectual eroticism.

"Thank you, Father. Come on Nix, let's go." I smile, grab his arm, and pull him out the door. We head out the front and get into the waiting SUV, and head into town. We go to the formal store to pick up the dress. I had some changes done to it so I couldn't take it home when I found and bought it. The dress was a beautiful strapless, floor-length rose coloured, but I wanted the flower and vine pattern that represents the Royal family displayed on it as well. Once the assistant brought out the dress, I retried it on just to make sure it still fit. I walked out of the change room and received a low whistle from both males. "Charlotte, you look absolutely beautiful! Do you think you will find y

"Normally, I don't dress up for pack events and neither does anyone else. But meeting a new wolf who might join the pack is a little different. I think you should wear the red dress I talked you into." Red dress I had resisted until Noelle pulled out the puppy dog eyes and reminded me I might need something special from time to time. It was beautiful, wrapping tightly around my waist and plunging dangerously low at the neckline. The long sleeves were tightly fitted and the skirt ended a good two or three inches above my knee. I looked at Noelle skeptically, "I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb. That dress screams, 'Look at me.'" Her sparkling laugh filled my closet, "They're all going t

I walked out of Bodiam Castle and then went to where my husband stood waiting for me by the car. I was dressed in a formal white dress, it had a peplum top and then flayed to the ground, it looked beautiful and I felt elegant in it. My hair was braided as well, with flowers and some pins that made it look regal, my tail on the other hand was hidden. It wasn't that I was afraid of what they would think when they saw it, the dresses here just didn't allow me the luxury of letting my tail breathe without destroying the dress.

It was gorgeous–something you’d see on a supermodel or on a Breeder A who was mated to a noble or high-ranking official. The dress was a farcry from the drab black dresses we were forced to wear in Eden. I slipped out of my jeans and t-shirt and tugged on the dress. The fabric felt nice on my skin–there was no itching, just pure comfort. I examined my figure in the mirror, turning from side to side. I was on the petite side, and didn’t have curves for days like the other breeders; however, the dress accentuated what little I did have. “You look ridiculous preening like that in front of the mirror.”