Puppy Dog Pout Kim Possible Novels & Stories

I had been asked countless questions about my hair, and when they didn't seem to believe this mess on my head was natural, I simply let them believe what they wanted to believe. "We're here?" I glanced at the car window. I did notice the familiar street going to the animal shelter we visited a week ago. "I'm sorry I dozed off." "That's fine," Anya innocently and absentmindedly murmured as she fidgeted on the pink leash on her lap. It was a gift from Mr. and Mrs. Bello, her parents, who, after long deliberation and deep thought, finally let their daughter have her first puppy. They said it was a reward for Anya for being a good girl and doing good at school.

-- talks --- Yeah, but no spying, see?-- I say just to tease ---Not even a little bit?- he asks looking at me with a puppy dog face. --- Not even a little bit!-- I say getting up and seeing her cute pout-- don't pout love like that I can't resist-- I say giving her a peck --- I don't pout, I'm a fucking man-- says the macho man getting nervous --- I must be seeing things then, like I said I can't resist your pout but since you didn't-- I say smiling internally

I paused for a moment, then asked, “Can it still be rehabilitated?” Dogman thumped his chest confidently, “For others, maybe not. But for me? Piece of cake. A little love and it’ll be a whole new pup.” I nodded and handed the dog over, paying the deposit on the spot. The dog bared its teeth and thrashed violently, refusing to budge, its face twisted in a snarl. Without hesitation, Dogman pulled out his tool and gave the dog a quick “reward of love”. The dog dropped to the ground, completely knocked out.

motion. Finally, Kim lifted her face from Holly's pussy and crawled up onto the bed beside her. She leaned down and gave her a pussy-flavored kiss, and then turned herself around onto her knees with Holly's head between her legs. Rather than plant her pussy in my wife's face, though, Kim lifted Holly's head, and nestled it, as if on a pillow, into her lap. "You should be able to watch Bobby fuck your hot little pussy, too," Kim said. "Just like your hubby and his new friend are going to do."

*Kiera* The private jet hums softly around us, a comforting backdrop to the excitement bubbling in my chest. I glance over at Frida, her face aglow with anticipation as she cradles Webby in her lap. The little golden retriever puppy is squirming and pawing at her, occasionally letting out a tiny yip that makes us all laugh. I can’t help but smile at the sight; it’s like watching a living embodiment of joy.

I smirked and said, "Oh, really?" My gaze dropped to Chad's fists that were clenched so tightly that the veins on the backs of his hands stood out. "What a dishonest little puppy," I mused. But I loved training puppies. I sashayed toward Chad, holding his gaze the entire time. Shock flashed across his eyes, and he froze. Only when the tip of my nose nearly brushed his chin did I finally stop. Standing so close, I could hear his heartbeat racing. A flush spread across his neck, making him all the more enticing.

She turned her head briefly, gazing at Kim as she let out a convincing smile. "Oh God. You know I hate it when you get like this." Kim's brows arched and her face drowned in the sea of defeat. "Riri is right. If I were in her shoes I would be beyond petrified. I just can't imagine the pain she's feeling right now." She bowed her head in a gesture of sadness. *****

I can feel a tantrum coming on, and rumble low in my chest, giving the pup another nudge forward. She turns to scowl at me, seeming to forget that I am not actually her pony but a very powerful predator. Her eyes widen when she sees my stern expression, and she instinctively lowers her gaze. I press my muzzle into her soft tummy, encouraging her to go to her mother. Lila clasps her hands on either side of my snout, giving me world-class puppy dog eyes, “I wanna keep playing.” She begs in a small voice. Devious little thing, I think. Mommy says no, so you ask Daddy instead.

Fuck. Before I could fathom what they may do to me, the vehicle unexpectedly stops, the director lunges forward and bangs his head, and my knees go up my chest to shield me while I'm still on the car's floor. As soon as we stopped, I heard something scrape the door. Could it be? I rise. I I opened the entrance on the opposite side with my good hand, allowing one of the puppies to enter. I grin as I see him since he is wet and his nose seems to have been severely scraped.