Original Smile Dog Novels & Stories

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Goodness, fine!" I helped her stand and she brushed herself off. She glared at all the dogs before lifting her hand. "Sit!" Then, six butts hit the ground. The dogs' tails thudded against the earth and saliva dripped to the grass from panting mouths. She pointed at each one of the dogs and spoke their names, I forgot them all as soon as she spoke them. Except one. Daisy was this huge Bernese Mountain dog with thick fur and a huge loving smile. I already knew she was going to be my favorite. I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite.

The dog was still small, and it followed its owner’s slow pace. A person and a dog basked in the sunlight. Clarissa wore a short-sleeved white sweatshirt, black shorts, flip-flops, and casually tied her hair in a bun. Her fair face seemed to glow under the sun. She was nearsighted, so she wore round glasses. Almost everyone passing by would glance at her because she was just so beautiful. At that moment, Clarissa felt utterly low. She crouched down and gently stroked the Samoyed’s soft fur.

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.

(Lexi’s POV) I’m going to die! I’m going to die! My heart was screaming and crying in panic, but before I found myself getting mauled by dogs, Finn put a whistle to his mouth. “Whooee-uueet!” The dogs halted abruptly, hearing probably a familiar whistle sound from their owner. My eyes widened at the different breeds of dogs, but half of their numbers were Golden Retriever and Labrador. For a dog lover, they were adorable, sitting on the ground, looking like they were smiling while panting and waiting for a treat from their owner.

I don't know what breed it is but it has midnight black fur all over its body. "Fonsie! What are you doing here?" Melody yells at the dog who whimper in return. "Papa has told you all not to come in here but still you didn't listen to him. Now, he will be very angry with you and will not let you play with your baby sister." Melody says standing in front of the dog who lays down on the floor before covering its eyes with the front paws. Okay, that's a really adorable gesture, I have to admit.

He chuckled when Rey started licking his chin hungrily, wagging her tail happily. - She liked you a lot. Missy smiled fondly at the scene before her. Liam had never liked Rey very much and the feeling was mutual. Neither one of them liked being too close to the other, and she hadn't even wondered if her little dog felt the same way about Logan. However, Rey seemed to have adored him, as her tail kept wagging.

“The dog will be fine. We need to give him a name, though. We can't keep calling him 'Dog'.” “Olaf,” Iris said, scooting across the seat. Nicola helped her out of the car. “So do you want to name the doggie Olaf… Like the snowman from Frozen, right?” Nicola asked. Iris nodded. “Because the doggie is white… and funny.” “Okay, Olaf it is then,” Nicola agreed. “Now, we need to take Olaf to the backyard.” “No, in the house,” Iris muttered. Exactly like she thought… Nicola groaned inwardly. Cursing Blake, she squatted down in front of Iris.

Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’

After glancing around to ensure I was truly alone, I pulled down the front of my swimsuit, finally freeing my aching, constricted breasts. A deep sigh of relief escaped my lips. The warm, nourishing water caressed my skin, and for the first time that day, I felt completely relaxed. Then, a noise. I stiffened. Heart pounding, I turned quickly—only to meet a familiar pair of golden eyes. It was that dog. The same large, smoke-gray canine from before. His fur was immaculate, not a single stray strand of color disrupting its purity. His ears stood tall, alert. His pupils, sharp and black, contracted slightly as they fixed on me.

I didn't want to say sorry again because I didn't want to trigger more tears. Then a photo caught my attention, so I quickly picked it up. It was the only photo of Dominic smiling. The smile was so contagious. His eyes beamed with happiness and his teeth well aligned. “He had just won a challenge. It was the first he transformed into his wolf form. He was only five.” She said with pride, cleaning the corner of her eyes. “Wow! Can I keep it?” I pleaded. “Of course, you can! It's yours anyway.” She teased.