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(h)entropy!!D5LzIyAwuu 12/02/10(Fri)14:13 No. 233

Another one with a long set up written for Leslita on asstr. Maybe one day I'll write a short story that gets right to the sex. I'll get back to my other one (Cheer!) soon.

This is the story of Sarah, an orphan from birth who gets put in a very unique foster home with other girls at a pet "resort". She becomes one of them with their rather strange customs, but her life changes forever when she meets a very peculiar girl, Muffin.

f/f, beast, cons, rom
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Dog Day's Pet Spa and Resort - Muffin & Me Part 1

Dog Day's Pet Spa and Resort

I am an orphan. Or at least, I don't know who my parents are, they gave me up when I was a baby to a local fire department. Like so many other kids in my position, I was punted in between foster homes. I was never treated that badly in most homes, but I never really felt like any of those places were my real home with loving, long-term parents. Maybe it was only a self-fulfilling prophecy that I never actually got adopted, then. Strangely enough, I had more fun at the group homes. The foster parents tended to be more domineering, in group homes I had some amount of independence, even though they weren't great places.

I was 13 when I was moved out of yet another foster home, back into limbo for a little while. The one thing I did like about the area we lived in was the school and feel of the town. I tried to talk my social worker into trying to find me another home in the area so I didn't have move again. She said there was one place, but it was more like an old-fashioned orphanage than a real foster home, but with only a few others and it would also give me a job of sorts and money of my own. It was a "Pet Spa", not a pound or vet but a place where people could send their pets to be pampered for a weekend or while their owners were vacationing themselves. I loved dogs and had a short interview with the owner of the facility, Miss Ambrose. She liked me and I liked her, and the place seemed interesting. Spending most of my times taking care of dogs was better than the boredom I faced on most days.

Since I was used to moving I could keep all of my belongings, mostly clothes, in two bags that I loaded in the back of Miss Ambrose's van as she took me there for the standard trial week. Ambrose was a tall, pretty woman in her 30s with long, dark hair and dark blue eyes. The building itself was relatively large two-story facility, with a big yard and doggie play-ground in the back. The "Spa" was called Dog Day's, a sort of cliched title but it seemed nice enough from the outside.

She led me inside to what looked like a reception area. It was a colorful waiting area, but since it was the middle of the day there wasn't anyone waiting. There was a girl, older than me, about 16 or 17 standing behind the counter, she looked a lot like Miss Ambrose, long dark hair, but with dark brown eyes instead of blue. She wore a very dark brown shirt with the business' logo on the front. Another strange feature was she was wearing a matching dark-brown collar.

"Hey mom. Is this the new girl?" she asked, looking to her and then to me, smiling. It didn't surprise me that they were related. As I got closer I saw a tag hanging from the collar, but it was like a dog tag, it was just a pendant of a chocolate bar.

"Sarah, this is Cocoa. She's the oldest of the girls that live here, and as you heard, also my daughter," Miss Ambrose said as Cocoa reached out her hand to me. Was her name really Cocoa? I shook her hand nervously.

"Heya, Sarah. You an orphan?" she asked, looking me over.

"Yeah..." I said, not used to someone being so forward about it.

"It's alright, a lot of the girls here are. We've never had a foster girl leave, though, and hopefully you'll stay and allow my mom to adopt you so you can become part of our family," she said smiling as she walked from behind the counter and opened the door behind the reception area. It almost seemed like she was saying girls got trapped here. As I walked behind her, I saw the back of her shirt it had "Cocoa" on it.

They showed me to the kennel area, it wasn't too big like a pound, only 15 or so kennels, with only about half of them actually being occupied. They weren't like the small cages you see in shelters, though. They were larger with durable fabric carpeting, the cage walls actually had drapes on them like little rooms.

"So Sarah, how old are you?" Cocoa asked as she walked beside me.

"Thirteen. As far as they can tell. I don't know my exact birthday..." I said, trailing off again.

"So you go to Tower Middle School, then? Or did you just move out here?"

"Yeah, I'm going there now."

"Hmm, we only have one other girl going there. 3 girls are going to the high school, and another 3 are going to the elementary school. Muffin will like having another girl here her age," she said. Muffin? Did everyone here have some kind of name like that. Miss Ambrose looked down at me, sensing my confusion.

"Don't mind Cocoa, or should I say Cassandra, everyone here has a nickname like that. The girls will probably want to give you one, as well," she said, reassuringly. I wasn't sure if I wanted a nickname, but then again, I was never given a proper name by anyone who cared about me.

"Yeah, and don't mind the collars either, they don't attach to leashes and they don't shock you. It's just a show of pride at being a part of the family. If and when you decide to stay, mom will have one made for you too, if you want one," Cocoa said, holding the pendant on her's. Again, the idea was somewhat strange to me, but there didn't seem to be anything that wrong with it.

Miss Ambrose explained what the spa did and what kind of clients they had. Most of them were show dogs and specialty dogs, Cocoa and one of the others were even trained to handle police and fire dogs. The dogs were washed, fed the best food and even bottled water, given manicures if they needed them, amongst other things. There was also a smaller facility for cats, but there was only 2 or them there and Miss Ambrose said they didn't require much else other than food and water. The girls helped maintain it and take care of the dogs with different chores, but Cocoa assured me the work wasn't too hard and there was still plenty of free time.

After they finished explaining, they led me upstairs to the living quarters. They warned me that the rest of the girls knew there was a new girl coming today, and might be a little over-excited.

Almost as soon as I opened the door, a large amount of eyes were trained on me. The room was a large combination living room and kitchen. Three younger girls trotted up to me from the living room area, where two older girls like Cocoa sat on the couch and smiled at me. Miss Ambrose pushed her hands out to give them the signal to step back from ambushing me.

"You're the new girl?"

"Your hair is so pretty..."

"How old are you? What kind of food do you like?"

I was undergoing a question barrage. Although they were all younger than me, their ages did seem to vary. A girl with dark red hair and a few freckles on her face appeared to be the youngest at bout 7 or 8, and wore a red collar with an apple pendant. Another girl who looked to only be about a year older than her with curly blond hair, her collar had multiple pastel colors on it like a tie-dye, and her pendant looked like three balloons on strings. The last girl looked to only be 2 or 3 years younger than me, but was Asian and had a gray pendant like that of a cat's head.

"Girls, what did I tell you? Don't ambush her like that!" Cocoa scolded them.

"Sorry..." they said in unison as they backed up. Miss Ambrose introduced me to them, including the two girls who didn't rush up to me when I walked in. The girl with the apple pendant was appropriately named Apple, and seemed to be the shyest out of the younger group. The blond girl was the exact opposite, looking chipper and excited, and couldn't seem to stop moving as she shook my hand. Her nickname was Balloons, and it appeared others also called her Loony. The Asian girl was nicknamed Neko, which meant 'cat' in Japanese.

The next oldest girl appeared only to be a year or two ahead of me, but was more developed than me. She was a dark brunette and put her hands on Apple's shoulders. She had a green color with a Lily flower pendant, so it made sense bother her nickname and real name was Lily, and was also Apple's older sister. The last girl looked to be about the same age as Cocoa, and had dirty blond hair. She seemed calm and introduced herself as Pillow, and had a pink collar and pendant that looked like a soft pillow.

"Where's Muffin?" Miss Ambrose asked, when she didn't see her around anywhere.

"Still working!" Balloons said excitedly. I had a feeling she said everything excitedly.

"I see, we'll get her caught up later. Still have more stuff to show you. Girls, you can get to Sarah better later, but for right now let her get settled in, okay?" the rest of the girls nodded and sat back down.

The kitchen was nice with large appliances, probably because there was 8, now 9 people to cook for. The dinner table was consequently long as well, plates were laid out, each with the girl's names on it with decorations relating to their names. Naturally, Balloons' plate stuck out the most prominently with color. Each one also had their own personal canteen they could fill with whatever they wanted, again with their names on it. They seemed to get on quite well, I didn't sense any animosity towards each other and the older girls seemed to like playing around and joking with the younger ones.

There was a "Job" and "Chore" board with different assignments for the girls on them, the Job board had various jobs to do with the dogs, feeding and watering, bathing, taking them out periodically. The Chore board had more household chores on them like cooking, doing dishes, cleaning the main areas, etc. Miss Ambrose took me through a door to the next area, though, and the normality of the common area faded quickly.

It looked a little like the kennels downstairs, not normal cages but still spacious cages with the same kind of flooring and drapes, but above each had one of the girl's names on a plate above the entrance. Inside were various personal furnishings, the beds were more like the large doggie beds. Most of them had some kind of drawer for clothes and a small desk. Ambrose felt my confusion again and smiled down at me reassuringly as she had when I first saw the collars.

"It's easier this way than just putting a bunch of beds in the large room. The cages don't lock or anything from the outside so they're not really cages. Not only that, but the curtains allow for a certain amount of privacy you wouldn't get normally, either," she said, walking me down towards the end. There was only one cage not taken yet, and it was simply furnished and clean. "You can sleep in there, for now. It's right next to Muffin's room, as you can see. Hopefully you'll stay and you'll be able to decorate it more to your tastes."

I nodded, again, a little put-off by the way the girls acted. It was a strange new world to me, but it felt more warm and caring than other houses I had been in. I brought my two bags that had my life in it and covered the bed with my sheets and threw my clothes in the small drawer in the corner. There was a large bathroom and shower room right next to the kennels, it was an open shower but I was used to that from the days I was in the group homes. This seemed like a much better and much smaller group home almost.

When I opened up the door to walk out of the bathroom, I saw a figure standing there in front of it, looking like she was about to walk in. She had a bowl of cereal in her hand with a spoon, in mid-bite when I opened the door up. She was about my age, with darker brown hair that was short, messy, and uneven, as if she cut it herself or by someone who didn't know what they were doing. Her most noticeable feature were her eyes, one looked to be a dark hazel and the other a cloudy light blue. A muffin-symbol hung from her medium-brown collar.

The girl held the spoon in mid-air for a minute while looking at me, finally putting it her mouth. As she chewed she seemed to look me up and down, even looking behind me. I could hear her almost sniffing me a little. She dressed slightly more skimpy than the other girls, with cut-off jean shorts and a sleeveless tee-shirt. I then remembered seeing her occasionally at the middle school, but never this up close.

"H-hello?" I asked, being somewhat weirded out by her. She didn't answer at first, waiting to finish chewing the cereal. It wasn't morning, so it was strange seeing her eating it so casually. I felt like she was inspecting me or something. She swallowed it finally and stood in front of me.

"Cinnamon." the girl said plainly before taking another bite of the cereal.

"Is that what you're eating?" I asked as she just seemed to stare at me. She shook her head and swallowed again.

"No, it's what your name should be. You hair and the freckles on your face are the same shade of light brown. Like cinnamon. Maybe Cinna for short," she said as she took another bite. She just stood in front of me and looked me over again for a bit while I just stood there, not knowing what to say. It was clear by now that this was Muffin.

"So...do I have a choice in my name?" I ask nervously.

"You always have a choice, in everything. If you or someone else comes up with something better I'll give it a shot," she said, still just standing in front of me. It felt like she was purposefully cornering me. We continued to stand awkwardly for a few seconds as she ate more of the cereal.

"So, you're Muffin, then?" she simply nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you, can I...help you with anything?"

"I need to get into the bathroom," she said plainly. I realized that I had been standing in the doorway the whole time. I moved out of the way and she glided in. "Thanks. See you around. Sarah," she said as she closed the door. She called me Sarah, which meant so one else told her my name and she wasn't set on Cinnamon yet. It was a cute name, sort of, but I still wasn't so sure about any of it. Still, there wasn't any harm in trying it out for a little while.
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"Alright Cinna, see this button? This is how you set the number of cycles. For a load like this you want somewhere between..." Cocoa was trying to explain to me how to use the dishwasher. I was getting a hand of it, and at least we didn't have to wash all the dishes by hand. I had been here for 4 days, and the nickname "Cinnamon" caught on like wildfire after Muffin suggested it. They were starting to say it as if it were my permanent name. I guess it was all a part of life here, calling someone by a normal name felt awkward to them it seemed.

Meal times were always lively and the food was okay, Ambrose usually paired an older girl with a younger one to cook, she occasionally helped as well. I had never personally cooked before, but it was more fun than cleaning out the pots and pans that couldn't fit in the dishwasher. There wasn't much dog work during the week, most of the business was on the weekends. She still kept me doing the simple stuff, though, such as feeding them and taking them outside. I only had time to play with dogs once, but it was fun, though exhausting.

Everyone was real nice to me, especially the younger girls who seemed to treat me like a big sister right away. I must have answer a hundred different questions about myself that first week (mostly from Balloons), some of them being more personal than I liked. Neko was so named because she loved the cats more than dogs, and was usually assigned jobs related to them. Apple seemed shy, only pushed to sociability by Balloons, who seemed perpetually cheery as I initially suspected. Luckily she tired herself out pretty quickly and slept soundly at night. Cocoa took it upon herself to be a mentor of sorts, but I was also paired with Lily frequently who taught me a lot about the dogs. Pillow was like exact opposite of Balloons, she seemed tired and almost dreamy most of the day. She did her jobs as well as anyone else, though. I found out why one day as we were watching TV, she looked fine then quickly started to doze off, and fell down on lap.

"She has disease that makes her sleep like that all the time..." Balloons said. I hadn't heard of narcolepsy before, and it was obvious why her nickname was Pillow. Balloons hopped off put what looked like a large pacifier in her mouth as I lightly got up and she put a pillow under her head. "That's so she doesn't hurt her teeth. She also snores sometimes..." she said giggling.

Muffin was a strange girl, but endearing and mysterious in some ways. We were in different classes in middle school, but she found a way to find me during lunch. She wore her collar even there, something I hadn't noticed before. She wasn't picked on but wasn't particularly popular either. People thought her hairstyle and dress was some kind of fashion statement, but it seemed more like she simply didn't have normal sensibilities. Other people even called her Muffin, as if she didn't have another name. I still wanted her to call me Sarah in school, however, and she was good at remembering to do that. She had other strange habits, such as mixing all of her food together and eating it as one.

There was quite a bit that was confusing about her. She never showed up on the Job board for the dogs, yet she frequently worked on the weekdays and always worked for a while on the more busy weekends, doing something. Cocoa told me it was because she had the same job everyday, but wouldn't tell me what that was. She said I had to decide whether to stay full-time, first, and even then it was up to Muffin. She also didn't shower with the rest of us, her and Pillow were good friends and often showered together before the rest of us were awake.

As for Miss Ambrose, she only checked in occasionally, making sure I was adjusting well. She had to run the business side of things more or less by herself. She had her own room and bathroom on the other side of the second floor, but ate with us and would help cook occasionally. Cocoa, despite being her daughter, still had her own room in the kennel with the rest of us, and there wasn't much special treatment on her part. Her and the other high school girls were the only ones who could answer the phones and do reception, though.

Cocoa ensured that we all did our schoolwork in addition to everything else. Balloons had a habit of badgering me while I was trying to get stuff done, she also frequently asked me for help with her work. She seemed to like me for some reason, probably because I was a little bit older than her without being too old, like the high school girls, and was more normal than Muffin.

That Friday, my sixth day there, I told my social worker and Miss Ambrose that I wanted to stay longer. I couldn't see myself leaving. It was nice spending time with the other girls, and having a friend I could really call my friend at school was nice.

On Saturday night, Cocoa took us out to one of the malls, she was the only one with a driver's license. I got my first modest fifty dollars that week, but it was nice to have some amount of money for once. Miss Ambrose had to stay because someone had to stay back and look after the pets.

We spent some time in an arcade before ordering pizza and sitting down to eat. That was when Cocoa presented me with my own light brown collar with a cinnamon bun pendant. Although I had only been there a week, it was still hard not to get a little emotional. They also got a special plate and canteen with my nickname on it. This meant I was truly part of their family, however weird it might have been. Each one of my "sisters" hugged me, but the longest and hardest hug came from Muffin, who even kissed my cheek a little.

"I'm really glad you decided to stay. I really like you," she said in my ear. It felt strange wearing collar at first, but I really started to feel like one of them as we traveled throughout the mall and arcade. Muffin seemed to know all the games well, and paid for everything as if she made more money than me or the rest of us, paying for most of the pizza as well. She seemed quite dense in the short time I knew her, but she felt genuinely worldly when we were in public, as if she just had incredibly eccentric personal tastes but still knew how the world worked.

It got close to the younger girl's bedtimes so we got home before it got too late and put them to bed. Pillow was also too tired to stay up, so the remaining 4 of us, me, Muffin, Cocoa, and Lily all stayed up and chatted for a while in the living room. Eventually Lily retired to bed, and Cocoa trusted us to come to bed soon, but allowed us to stay up because it was my special night.

I sat with Muffin with the TV on, watching something I didn't care much about. I looked over to her after we had a good laugh or two.

"So, Muffin, I notice you don't do what all the other girls do here for the dogs...Cocoa seemed real secretive about it..." I say nervously.

"Hmm, well I have plenty of secrets. Your opinion might change for better or for worse if I allow you to see me, but I like you enough to show you. That is, if you give me a kiss..." she said, smiling over to me. I never thought of myself as a lesbian, but there was something very special about Muffin I couldn't resist. I lean in, and she grabs my hands and pulls me the rest of the way, giving me a sweet, long kiss. "Thanks," she says as she smiles and gets up.

"Also, I'm partially blind in this eye. Since we're getting things out in the open..." she says pointing at her left blue eye. "I hope you stay for a long time..." she says before walking into the kennel and to her room. The way she floats between subjects is endearing and cute to me. I turn off the last light in the common room before going to bed myself. It was a long, fun night. I even forgot I still had my collar on.
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Despite Muffin's assurance that she would show or at least tell me what was going on, Miss Ambrose still didn't want to show me yet. I can't say I blame her, knowing what I know now.

Over the next couple of weeks I learned pretty much everyone's story except for Muffin. Apple and Lily were both orphans but more of the tragic kind when their mom and dad died during a traffic accident and none of their other family would take them in. Balloons wasn't an orphan per se, her mom was in a coma and they could track down her dad, not that it would matter as she wouldn't want to live with him anyway. Pillow had pretty much the same story as me, but she never got adopted because of her narcolepsy. Neko's mom died giving birth to her, and her dad committed suicide in grief. In comparison, my story seemed really normal and run-of-the-mill.

Some people looked at me funny when I wore the collar to school, but others already knew about Muffin so it didn't surprise them to know that I lived with her. We always ate lunch together and tried to meet in the hallways, but unfortunately our schedules were completely different and we shared no classes. For those that didn't know about the collar, I just told them it was special to me.

A few weeks after I started wearing the collar, a school counselor called me into her office. I had only talked to her once before when I enrolled in the school.

"Is this about the collar? I can take it off if you-"

"No, the collar is fine. I understand your residence has been changed Dog Day's Pet Care Center outside of town, and that they have certain traditions there that you're following. I've just also noticed you have also gotten close to your housemate, Jane Ambrose."

"Muffin? I didn't even know her real name," I figured she was just named Amrbrose because she was adopted by Miss Ambrose already.

"Yes, 'Muffin'. She seems to really enjoy your company. I know many of the girls who stay at Dog Day's have troubled pasts, through no fault of their own. I know you, yourself have been in a number of foster homes. Since you and Muffin are close friends, I just want you to know that while I can't go through any specific details, her past is very troubled. While she may act normally and like nothing is wrong on the outside, she is likely very sensitive about certain topics. Just promise me you'll be careful with her emotions."

I told the counselor I would, even though she really didn't seem sensitive at all. She didn't seem shy at all about most topics, she would probably even thell me her big secrets if I asked her directly. So far, Miss Ambrose was the only one stopping her from telling me.

One morning, my curiosity got the better of me when I woke up a half-hour or so earlier than normal. I could hear the shower on since I had one of the rooms closest to the bathroom door. I got my toiletries and walked in, the first area is where the toilet stalls were, I set them down before slowly walking over to the large shower stall. I peeked in to see Pillow sitting on a shower seat behind Muffins, scrubbing her back with a soft sponge and rubbing something over it. When I got a better look at Muffin's back, I could see a large of pretty bad scars that looked like scratches that ran along the upper half of her back and some of her sides.

It was obvious then why she didn't want to shower with the rest of us, either she was personally embarassed at the scars or simply didn't want the younger kids to know she had them. When I undressed and walked in, they both noticed me. Pillow seemed more surprised and embrassed than Muffin, who smiled and greeted me as she came in.

I showered normally as if I didnt notice the scars, even as she stood up and started washing the rest of her body herself. I tried to sneak peeks at *other* parts of her body out of curiosity, and nothing seemed strange. Her vagina looked strange, but I couldn't get a very good look at it without her noticing my staring. The best I could tell was that it was bigger than my own, and more prominent. It was difficult to describe at the time.

I didn't sneak in on her again after that and played it off as simply me waking up earlier than normal. Balloons got upset with me that I wasn't there to wash and brush her hair like I normally was, she said she liked the way I did it. Seeing Muffin's body only made me more curious about her, though. I wanted so badly to ask her, but I was too nervous to ask her directly.

The next day Miss Ambrose pulled me aside after I was finished feeding the dogs. I went into her office, where I never had actually been before. It was sort of disorganized and messy, but I had a feeling she knew where everything was. I hoped.

"How are you doing, Cinnamon? You seem to be settling in here quickly. You are getting along well with the rest of the girls," she said happily as she shuffled some things around on her desk. She seemed to be searching for the right thing to say.

"Yeah, I've been to plenty of foster homes and this is the best one I've been to. But...this is about Muffin, isn't it? It's fine if you don't want to tell me, I know you don't mean anything by it..."

"Well, I did want to talk about her, but not in that way. I've decided to let you in on Muffin's job, but you should first know about some things about her. No one is entirely sure of her whole story, but we know when she was about 5 she was raised around dogs in a junkyard, the junkyard owner didn't even know she was there until months after she wandered in. The dogs seemed to be possessive of her, but he still managed to give her basic living accomodations, even if that meant sleeping in an old barn. Unfortunately, he was not very good man. When she got older, the man did some pretty bad things to her, and made the dogs do some pretty bad things to her. She eventually ran away, where she lived with some more dogs on the streets, where some more bad things inevitably happened to her. One of my associates found her, and turned her over to social services, who turned her over to me. Despite her...slightly feral upbringing, she is surprisingly well-adjusted, but as you may have noticed still has some problems doing things. She's in a few...special classes at school."

"I see...so that explains the scars on her back..." I said, not knowing what else to say. Some of her behaviors were rather odd, and now it made some sense. I also never saw her read before. Muffin didn't seem particularly dumb, however. When I thought about it I realized that the whole story had little to do with her special job. "So... what does Muffin do, then? Why is it such a secret?"

"Muffin knows dogs very well. She has unique ways of dealing with them. She did not like the man at the junkyard much, or what he did to her, but didn't mind doing some...other things with the dogs. After she started doing these things- voluntarily- with the dogs, they started to want to come back more. The word got out that dogs couldn't stay away, and business started booming. If you really want to know what things I'm talking about, I believe Muffin is working now..." she said, almost nervously, standing up. I nodded, only have a vague idea of what she was talking about.

She led me to the other side of the main building near where the dog-bathing area was. I had only started going there recently when they started showing me how to give the dogs baths. There was a separate room off to the side where I had not gone before. I assumed it was on some kind of storage or equipment room.

She took me into a smaller room with a large window and a door going into a bigger room. The bigger room was very colorful, it almost looked like a kid's play-room, with soft vinyl flooring and padded cubes. There were dog toys littered on the floor throughout the room. We normally played with the dogs outside, it looked like a larger version of the cat's smaller playroom.

That's when I saw Muffin. Her midsection and back were wrapped in what looked like a black, furry shirt with longer sleeves that what she normal wore. She also wore the same kind of material on her legs which also covered her feet like two long stockings. What surprised me the most, though, was that her groin area was completely bare, and a black tail came from her butt.

She was on all fours, moving around with a chocolate lab, playing with him as a dog would. She even put toys in her mouth and played tug-of-war with him. She even barked at him like a dog. I watched them for a little while with some kind of morbid curiosity. Eventually the dog started licking her face and she smiles, licking him back and turning her behind to him, wiggling it as the dog leaned down to lick her private parts.

It wasn't long after that the dog climbed on top of her and his pink willy popped out of his sheath. I wasn't naive, I knew what he was doing, I just couldn't believe it.

"Are you okay? Do you want to leave?" Miss Ambrose said to me as I watched. While I was a little uncomfortable watching what was happening, it also made me infintely curious. I could see why they would keep this secret, but why would Muffin do it?

"No...no, I'm fine..." I said as I blushed and kept watching. Muffin's bottom was facing the window, so I could see everything that was going on. The dog's penis grew larger as he tried to enter Muffin, his haunches thrusting forward, trying to connect with her. Her back and sides that were scarred were covered for a reason, now. In her past life they must not have been, which cause the bad scarring.

I saw Muffin's fingers as she reached back and helped him into her. As soon as he slid inside the dog started pounding away, jackhammering inside of my friend. No wonder her vagina seemes so large when I looked at it, it must have been stretched out. I could only imagine what it would have been like to be even younger and having the forced on her.

"So...this is what she does?" I asked shakily.

"Yes, usually on weekends she has several...clients. This is her only one today. Only unfixed males, of course, the show and breeding dogs are normally unfixed. When she came in it's like she started doing it instinctively. I tried to stop her at first, but she seemed real sad. She started doing it in secret, and I noticed the repeat sales started going up. I pay her more for this, of course, but it is completely consensual."

"I see... it seems so..." I said, having funny feelings as I saw Muffin get pounded. Through the glass I could hear the loud, wet slapping and her fevered moans. Eventually the dog stopped and I could see a large bulb at the base of his penis, it filled up the entrance to her vagina and he just stayed on top of her for what seemed like a full minute before he disconnected with a large popping noise. Semen poured out of her vagina and she she layed down and rubbed in furiously as cloudy white goo seeped out of her.

"Naturally, the only people who know about this are the older girls. I trust you know enough about...life to understand what just happened?" she asked seriously as I continued to stare incessantly.

"Yes, the dog...mated with her. I just can't believe she likes it so much..." I said, blushing. I wasn't sure what to think of her now. My opinion of her as a person hadn't changed, but part of me did want to feel more sorry for her. The other part of me...was fascinated with what just happened.

"Did you want to stay here when she comes out? She probably won't mind knowing she was being watched, it happened before with the other girls," Miss Ambrose said as Muffin went over to the corner and wiped herself down with some sanitary wipes. I only had a small window to decide as she started walking to the door to retriever her clothes before taking the dog back to the kennel. I decided to stay.

She opened the door as normal but froze and her eyes went wide as she saw me, before looking to Miss Ambrose and then back to me.

"You let her see?" Muffin asked plainly as she closed the door and went over to her clothes.

"Yes, like you wanted. You two have become good friends and I thought it was important that she know," Miss Ambrose said, more blunt than she had been when I first started talking to her. I just stood there, not knowing what to say. Muffin smiled her calm smile towards me.

"I'm glad. I was dying to tell you, I hate keeping secrets," she said happily as she took the furry covers off her body and replaced them with her normal clothes.

"So long as it remains a secret to customers and the younger girls. That goes for both of you," Miss Ambrose said firmly, looking at both of us. We both nodded at the same time. "You two may talk over whatever you want, I need to go back to my office."

Muffin continued to put on her clothes as Miss Ambrose walked out. She didn't say anything, and I was still speechless. Finally, I forced something out.

"So...you like that?" I asked nervously, not wanting her to think I was passing judgement on her.

"Yeah...I know it may be hard for others to understand, but it's amazing. It's hard to explain without actually doing it, but none of the other girls have even thought about it. It's okay with you, right?" she asked, sensing my nervousness.

"Yeah, of course! I mean, if that's what you like doing, it's fine with me..." I said. Those were my true feelings. While I was still somewhat in shock, I certainly didn't want to make her feel bad about doing it. She smiled widely after I said that and came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Cool! Miss Ambrose and some of the older girls sort of treat me differently because of it. I'm glad it doesn't bother you. Did she tell you...everything else?" she asked, referring to her past.

"Yeah...I think so, anyhow. About where you grew up."

"It wasn't all bad in the junkyard. Still, I was nothing but 'dog' or 'bitch' or 'cunt' to Jeremy... here I have a real name, with people that care about me. And I still get to have fun with the dogs, and I feel they like me too. Speaking of which, I have to take Horace back now. See you later!" she said, walking back into the playroom and putting the dog on the leash before walking out.

I was still mesmerized by how casually she talked about what happened before, how she was able to say such words and do such things as if it were no big deal. I was enamored and almost mystified by it. I had been through a lot, just as all the rest of the girls here had, but to be so...strong about it. I wanted that kind of strength, but I think it was unique to her. I decided then that if I could be like her, then I wanted to be with her for as long as I could.

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>>	109Yo 12/02/14(Tue)00:54 No. 244 I like it ;o Is this the only chapter, or is there more? o.o

(h)entropy!!D5LzIyAwuu 12/02/15(Wed)01:12 No. 251

(f/f/, f/g, cons, rom, enema scene)
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Dog Days Pet Resort and Spa: Muffin and Me, Part 2: Puppy Love

Muffin bit down on my neck as she massaged and tickled my sides. She liked biting but was always very gently about it, never even really damaging the skin. She liked wrapping her arms and legs around me from behind as we were sitting down, a constricting hug that she was able to trap me in. Her grip was strong, you could see small muscles poking out when she did things like this. Her fingers danced across my belly and sensitive ticklish sides. She started licking and kissing my neck and cheek as I cried in laughter.

"S-stop!! I give up!! Mercy!!" I say, barely being able to breathe due to the laughter. She ambushed me while I was in the changing room of the doggie bath area. I had the bathing suit that I normally used to give the dogs baths on. Over the months following the day I found out her secret, we had been somewhat inseparable. The only major problem I saw with my living arrangement was the profound lack of privacy, but Muffin found ways to catch me off guard.

Finding occasions ambush and pin me to the wall or ground was like a game to her. When I finally gave up to her assaults she would do things like kiss me aggressively and grab what little of my breasts that she could. I wasn't sure if she saw it as something totally sexual or not, but it was fun.

After I gave up she wrestled me from the seated constricted position to the ground, firmly holding my arms and wrapping her legs around mine. She planted kisses all over my chest and lifted up my bikini-top, lapping at my exposed areolas with my tongue. I could help but blush and wriggle with excitement as she did.

She was able to pin both my wrists with one hand while taking her free one and groping my crotch.

"S-s-stop... I'm serious..." I said softly, not wanting to be too harsh.

"But doesn't it feel good? Like orange-vanilla ice cream after one of Pillow's back massages..." she cooed as as she rubbed me.

"Mmmm...please, I'm not ready...just stop," I half-moaned. She did stop, though it seemed like I had to remind her frequently.

"It's okay," she smiled down at me before leaning in and kissing me all over my face again. It was like her version of making out. She nibbled at my earlobe and licked me ear, and I giggled incessently again.

"Eww! You licked my ear! That feels so weird!" I said as I shook my head and struggled underneath her firm grasp.

As we were playing on the floor, Lily and Cocoa walked in on us, Lily giggling slightly while Cocoa got her serious face on. She was often the lawbringer in place of her mother.

"God, you two are nausea-inducing...this happens whenever I have Cinnamon do something by herself..." Cocoa said, frustrated.

"You're just mad that you were never in a relationship that cute," Lily said, smiling, while helping me and Muffin up. "Anyway, it's time for Muffin's lessons," she said studiously. Muffin let out a groan. Muffin wasn't doing as well as she could learning to read and write, and the rest of the older girls took an interest in making sure she learned, making it one of the household "chores", although we didn't like calling it that.

"I like it better when Cinnamon teaches me," she said, looking pouty.

"Cinnamon has to cook tonight. I can't schedule her every day," Cocoa said again with her authoritative tone.

"Lily's a good teacher, right? Go on ahead," I said, reassuring her. She smiled and went along and I was left with Cocoa to walk me back.

"Listen, I know you and Muffin have something going, and I'm not going to try and stop you. All I ask is that you keep it to a minimum around the younger girls," she said as we walked back.

"Why? It's not like she's doing that in front of them, just small kisses and stuff..." I said, blushing.

"Trust me, even that can cause...complications. Just give it some thought. Also, don't forget Apple's birthday. She'll be 8 in a week," she said, patting me on the back as we walked up the stairs.

Cooking with Balloons was always partly fun and partly frustrating, she was always looking to "experiment" in ways that would not end well. She had grown even closer to me over the months, and it seemed like all of my companionship time was divided between her and Muffin.

After dinner Muffin approached me.

"Do you wanna go to the mall tomorrow?" she asked as we sat in my room. It was more furnished now, with the kind of light brown decor to match my name. I figured it would be the last chance to get Apple a present, most of the other girls already got something for her. She almost asked as if she wanted to go on a date, though, which I was okay with.

Cocoa was okay about giving us time off, especially the older girls as we had a lack of real privacy or free time to do things we really wanted. It also gave us a chance to eat some things that wasn't the normal food. Pillow also came with us, but to do more personal shopping.

Me and Muffin and decided to see a movie, and made sure Cocoa knew so she would know when to pick us up. I didn't mind holding hands with her in public, and we got some strange looks, especially when she decided to peck me now and then. We still didn't have that much time together in school, but there were still plenty of rumors and gossip and questions asked to me directly about the two girls with collars who kissed each other at lunchtime.

Muffin liked watching action movies and TV shows, as well as some animated movies meant for kids, expecially if they had animals in them. I tried to make out with her a few times in the theater as we had before, but naturally she didn't have the same idea of what "making out" was, so she started doing the same kind of aggressive pecks and licks that she wanted to give me before.

The movie was shorter than we thought, so we still had an hour or two before Cocoa would come to pick us up. I noticed Muffin's hair was getting a bit long, she had no cut it since I came along. The unruly short hair is partly what attracted me to her so much, but her hair was the kind of "stylish" uneven that you saw sometimes, it just sort of looked embarassing as she cut it herself. I could hear people making fun of her hair in school before.

"Did you want to go to a hair stylist?" I asked innocently. She immediately shot me an icy look. I had a feeling she had this conversation before.

"I don't like them," she said plainly, folding her arms plainly.

"Why not? They'll make your hair look shorter, but prettier..." I tried to explain.

"They spray stuff in my face and hair and the smell and the ladies make my hair look..." she said, going from standoffish to almost scared, tears starting pool in the corners of her eyes.

"I'll be there with you to explain to them. I get my hair cut all the time," I say, trying to coax her. I could tell Cocoa or someone else tried to convince her to do it before, but now that she was hearing it from me she seemed more open to the idea. "I've been to the salon in this mall before, the ladies there are nice, just let me take you and it will look really nice, I promise," I say, smiling. It felt like I was trying to convince a 6 year old. When her face and pose didn't change, I came up with an idea. I had some time to think about it, I figured letting her have full access to me was inevitable and I was curious to experience what she had to offer. I stepped forward to her, rubbing and getting close.

"Tell you what, you let me take you to the salon and I'll let you do what you want to me down there," I say, smiling and taking her hand. Her expression faded and she started smirking. Eventually she nodded without saying anything and I led her down to salon.

She let me do most of the talking as I led her in and explained what her problems were and what kind of style she liked. The stylist looked over to her and didn't seem to eager to try and work on her hair since it was such a mess, especially since I asked her not to use anything in it and to just try and cut it dry.

I stood next to Muffin as the stylist put the gown on her and went to work. She was still very uncomfortable and grumpy-looking, Her hair quickly started to look better, though, as the stylist started repairing the damage. I could see her trying to breathe through her mouth, something about the scent really bothered her.

Eventually she got done and Muffin couldn't get out of there quicker. I paid and tipped the stylist on her behalf, and Muffin paid me half later on. Her hair was short and more stylish now, and the pretty mixture of dark brown and black was more pronounced. She followed me around, not saying much, and constantly rubbing her hair. I held her hand and gived her a kiss to stop her from fidgeting too much. She smiled and blushed and grasped my hand tightly.

As we were walking towards one of the stores so I could pick out some clothes for Apple, we saw some girls from school walking towards us, eventually noticing us. They were led by a girl named Theresa, a very pretty blond girl, but her prettiness made her quite mean at times. She was a devout Christian, and always spread stuff about how lesbians were sinners.

"Well if it isn't the two dykes bound for hell. I guess we can't blame them, they do live at a dog pound, after all," she said, laughing. Muffin's eyes narrowed, and she she stopped walking when I just wanted to walk away from them.

"Come on, Muffin. Don't listen to her," I said, trying to take her hand and pull her with me. She wouldn't budge.

"I'm not sure why you even bother, Sarah. You seem like a nice and smart girl. But I guess one stray dog no one wanted would be attracted to another like her..." she said, it was much more nasty than anything she said in school.

Muffin moved quickly, darting towards Theresa and pinning her to the ground. Her muscles popped out and her eyes were not the playful kind that she showed me when she pinned me to the ground. Her eyes had hate in them, I had never seen her act outwardly violet, even when people occasionally taunted her. I think it was Theresa's insults directed at me that set her off.

"Muffin! Don't hurt her! Get up!" I plead, fearing she would do something bad to her. I had a feeling she had the capability for it. Her eyes widened at my voice, but she didn't let her up. Theresa had a very scared look on her face, and I rubbed Muffin's shoulders to try and calm her down. "She just...doesn't understand. Let her go for me, Muffin," I said calmly.

She eventually loosened her grip and got up before any mall security showed up. Theresa said some things as she got up, but I couldn't remember what as I was trying to lead Muffin away from her. I quickly got a nice spring dress with apples on it before calling Cocoa to get her to pick us up. As we were waiting for her, we sat on a bench outside the mall. Muffin had acted sullen and withdrawn the rest of the night after the scuffle (if you could even call it that).

"Listen, Muffin, I appreciate you wanting to stick up for me, but you have to do me a favor and not do something like that again. You're so nice and sweet, I don't want people to think you're violent. If you did something like that at school, you would get in a lot more trouble. They might even take you away if they think you're too violent to be at Dog Day's..." I said. Muffin didn't say anything at first and just looked over to me and nodded. I leaned over and pecked her on the cheek as Cocoa pulled up.
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Although my "unlimited access" offer to Muffin was good immediately if she wanted it, she still waited a few days before collecting. It felt important to her that she "stalk" me for a little while. I found it cute, but it also meant that I was constantly on my guard, anticipating the time she would blindside me. Maybe there was something to this animalistic method, it made the process more fun than simply asking and talking about it the "intelligent" way.

I did things like lock the door behind me when I bathed the dogs so she couldn't get in and do what she did last time. I figured if she was out to hunt me, I could at least make it more interesting for her.

Near dinner time Cocoa told me to try and find Muffin. It was normal for her to just sort of go missing now and then, sometimes it was because she was "working". Over the last few months I've know Muffin's little job, I had watched her on several occasions, mostly without her notice. It fascinated me just as much whenever I watched her as that first time I did, especially when she had multiple dogs in the play-room at once. She often spent hours in there with multiple dogs playing with them and eventually mating with them. In some ways I wish I could go in with her, and at least watch it happen up-close.

I walked into the room with the window and peered into the playroom, the light was on in there, but no one was inside. When I turned around, she appeared in front of me, smirking like she did while closing the door. I was spooked at first but when I saw her I just blushed.

"Uhhm, Cocoa wanted- mph!" Muffin covered my mouth and slid behind me, picking me up with one arm and lifted me into the playroom, plopping me down on the soft floor and pinned me as she had before. I squirmed underneath her, trying to free myself as I always did, playfully. She always had ways to pin me and wrestle me around as if I were noting, which was even more embarassing because we were close in size. She was just strong, and able to twist me in ways I didn't think possible.

She started to tire me out when she finally pinned me flat on my stomach, playfully nipping and my neck and shoulders, groping my chest and sides to tickle me, growling playfully in my ear. I could sense what she wanted to do now, and I was okay with it, I had actually been waiting for it now.

"Ahhh! I give up now!" I said, knowing it was important to her that I 'submitted' to her advances and was ready to accept them. She started rubbing my body more softly and went from nipping me to kissing and licking cheek, neck and shoulders. She worked her way down my back, lifting up my bottom and undoing my jeans. It had gotten colder so even she started wearing longer jeans and thicker shirts.

She didn't take them all the way off, leaving them at my knees and constricting my movement a little. I felt a rush of air reach my nether regions as she pulled down my normal-sized striped panties. The realization about what was about to happen hit me, I had prepared myself for it, but I was still a little nervous. I could feel Muffin peer at my vagina for a few seconds, I could feel her warm breaths on it. I shuddered and kept my head and shoulders on the floor as she sniffed it.

She reached under my thighs with both of her arms, put her hands on my back and pulled my entire lower half into her face. I let out a long breath as she started licking and lapping at my vagina lips, making them moist. Her tongue danced wildly over my hole and clit. I could move much under her grasp, all I could do was squirm and breathe heavily, letting out small moans. It was the first time my privates had been licked, I wanted more than anything to reach back and feel it myself, but she wouldn't let my hands get anywhere near my lower half, growling a little bit as I continued to squirm.

I started to feel a heat build up inside me, unlike anything I had felt before. Part of my brain wanted to panic to this new feeling, but I decided to just give into it. I felt her give a finishing kiss to it before moving to the side of me on her knees, rubbing me as I moaned a bit loader. I wanted her tongue back inside me, stopping seemed almost cruel.

It didn't seem so cruel when I felt her finger enter me and pull apart my saliva-coated lips. I did remember that I broke my hymen in an accident when I was younger, but I wasn't exactly thinking about it at the time.

"Your cunny is so small..." she said in my ear as she wormed one of her fingers inside of me, wigging it. I moved in response, but she held my neck and shoulders down with her arm. "Stay still," she said softly as she worked a second finger in. I could feel fingers on both sides of my lips as well, leading me to believe it was her middle and ring inside of me. She went from pinning my back to rubbing it as I moaned, feeling her fingers deeper inside of me. Her hand wasn't that big, but it felt like it inside of me, I had never gone this far, even with myself. I was certainly small and not broken in much compared to her.

When she reached the deepest depths of my cavity, she slowly came back out, before firmly pressing her fingers back in. It didn't take long for her to pick up the pace, I could hear the wet slappings coming from my behind and her hand making contact. The spark that was set off inside me during the oral quickly spread thoughout my entire lower region, and I moaned over and over, involuntarily moving my bottom to Muffin's rhythm.

Her fingers felt like a jackhammer after what felt like minutes, not only moving in and out, but also up and down and side to side. I was almost crying, it felt so aggressive and rough, but so incredible at the same time.

"Take them out! I think I'm gonna...pee!" I said desperately, she let out a little laugh, not taking them out but going as fast as she could pinning my body down firmly and biting down on my neck again.

"Squirt for me, Cinnamon..." she whispered in my ear before taking her fingers out suddenly. I felt the buildup escape from my vagina, and my muscles convulsed. I let out a loud, long yell as my legs kicked and my arms flailed, but Muffin held me firmly and kept me in place, mostly, before my legs collapsed. I still felt warm goo seep quickly out of my hole, it ran down my pubic region and legs.

"Mmm..." I said as she parted my legs again a little and rubbed my vagina over some more, gathering the ejaculate on her finger. I was still flushed and breathless as she came over to me and stuck her dirty finger in my mouth, I instinctively started to suck on it. She brought my shoulders up so we were close to eye level again and brought her lips to mine, sticking her tongue it it and mixing it in with the goo she had on her finger before. I melted in her lips, thoroughly exhausted.

She took a little bit more from my nether-regions and put some in her own mouth and lips and giving me the aggressive little pecks she had in the past, all of my face, making it feel wet and slimy. She held my limp body in her arms for another minute or two, rubbing my back. My shirt and bra were still on, but it felt I was wearing nothing, I was still floating in some kind of cloud.

As I started to come to my sense again, she led me over to the corner and help wiped my face and crotch with the wipes she normally used after doing her special job with the dogs. I then remembered we must have spent a half-hour doing what we did if not more, and it didn't surprise me to see Cocoa standing in the observation room looking icy with her arms folded.

"Your dinner is getting cold. Come on..." Cocoa said plainly, opening the door to let us out. We looked back at each other and smiled at the thought of Cocoa walking in and watching us do that. We moved out of the room, hand in hand, and happily ate our cold dinner.

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Apple's birthday was two days after our first sexual experience together. Muffin didn't appear to treat me any different than she had before, which I sort of liked. I couldn't help but treat her a little different, though. I kissed her more often and wanted to spend more time around her. I had more or less ignored Cocoa's advice to take it easy in public, as well.

Birthday parties, especially for the youngest of our family, was quite the lively affair. Apple even invited some of her friends from the elementary school her and Balloons went to. The cramped common room was already crowded pretty often without 4 or 5 more girls in it. We baked two cakes for all the party-goers, and Apple seemed to really like all of her presents, especially the drawing pad and pencils she got from her sister. She liked drawing and coloring, but could only do it with a small notebook and cheap utensils.

Balloons was acting rather out of character, however. It didn't seem like she was jealous, she tried to act as joyful and chipper as she normally does, but she seemed pale and almost pained for not just that day, but for a day or two before the party. I saw Cocoa and Pillow looking at her with a worried look as well.

"Are you feeling alright, Loona?" I asked as she got away from the crowd for a moment. Cocoa followed me. She didn't answer me at first and blushed, Cocoa stood behind me and folded her arms.

"Balloons, lift up your shirt," Cocoa said in an ordering tone. I was confused, we were away from the party but not totally in private. Balloons lifted up just the bottom of her shirt, exposing a belly that was sticking out a bit more than normal. Cocoa pressed on it and sighed. "You should have told me sooner. We have to take care of this right away..." she said, worried. I was still confused.

"I'm sorry...I just didn't want to worry you with it until after the party. But it hurts pretty bad..." she said, on the verge of tears.

"And now we have to deal with it during the party," Cocoa said, frustrated.

"Can't it wait until after? It'll be over pretty soon anyway," Balloons said.

"No, it's best I do it now before it gets any worse. As it is, it might be hard to...correct," Cocoa said in her same worried tone. She grabbed Balloons' hand and tried to pull her, she stopped and shook her head.

"I want Cinnamon to do it!" Balloons exclaimed when she looked at me. I was still utterly clueless about what was going on. Cocoa looked at her then me, looking perplexed herself.

"Cinnamon doesn't even know your problem, and she certainly doesn't how to treat it. Even if she did, it won't feel any better if she or I does it. Now come on," Cocoa said, pulling her again, but still not moving.

"I still want her to do it...I can tell her how to do it and stuff," Balloons insisted again.

"You don't trust me? You can try doing it yourself, you know," Cocoa said, starting to feel rejected.

"I'm still too embarassed to do it myself, and it never seems to work right...but I'd rather have Cinnamon do it."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on," I said, not wanting to be volunteered for something I didn't even know about.

"If you feel so strongly about it, then take Cinnamon into the bathroom and tell her what the problem is. If she doesn't want to do it, you'll just have to try and do it yourself," Cocoa said before turning around a stomping off back to the party. Balloons led me to the living area where she got out a small bag with some stuff in it before going to the shower area.

"I have a problem with my...intestines. My...food sometimes builds up there and the rest of my body won't let it out. It has to be softened so I can push it out with this," Balloons said, embarassed and blushing, as she pulled out a bag with a small hose attached to it. I didn't know what an enema was at the time, but it wasn't hard to figure out what was to be done with it.

Balloons walked into the shower area and told me to fill the bag with warm water. She took her pants off and got on all fours, holding her hind end up high, not unlike my own positing when Muffin did what she did to me. I figured she did that simply because the water had to flow downward easier. I saw her nude regularly thanks to the open showers, but to see her in this position and what she wanted me to do just seemed lewd.

I placed the nozzle at the entrance of her butt, I didn't know what to do then, I had always been on the recieving end of these things.

"I'm...going to push it in now, alright?" I said, not wanting to surprise her. She reached for my hand and grabbed it.

"Okay. Make sure to get it in as much as you can..." she said quietly. I held her hand firm as I pushed the the nozzle into her. She let out little uncomfortable moans as I pushed it into her, she grabbed my hand harder as more hose disappeared inside of her. Eventually I couldn't push any farther.

I turned on the valve and water started flowing inside of her. She cringed and squeezed my hand harder. I saw her belly get a little bigger, and thinking it might be painful I rubbed it.

"Gah! Don't push on it..." she pleaded and I took my hand away. Instead I just rubbed her back to try and comfort her, I had no idea she had this problem. Eventually the bag emptied in her, and it almost looked like she was carrying a child.

"I can hold it in...it has to stay in for a little while...but you can take the tube out now..." she said, still sounding pained and incredibly uncomfortable. I started slowly pulling the tube out until it was totally out. For a kid, her butthole was rather clean, but I figured that was probably because she hadn't done much down there in a few days.

After it was out she slowly sat up, having to clench her innards to keep them from releasing. I wasn't sure what to look for or how long it would take for her to release it, so I just sat there, trying to reassure her by smiling nervously.

"So...why did you want me to do this so badly?" I asked, not sure if it was really the best time to bring it up, but curiosity got the best of me.

"I don't know...I like you...and..." she said, looking away, blushing heavily. "You're spending so much time with Muffin recently. You hold hands...kiss each other..."

"I kiss you too, don't I?" I ask, trying to deflect the question. Suddenly, Cocoa's advice seemed all the wiser.

"Not on the lips...not with...tongue...like you do with Muffin. I like her too, she's one of my special friends, but I thought we were...really good friends."

"Well, me and Muffin's relationship is special. But I also like you in a special way," I said, leaning over and pecking her on the cheek.

"I want you to kiss me like you kiss Muffin," Balloons said in an almost demanding tone. "It would make me feel a lot better..." she said in a transparent attempt to manipulate me. She did it in a playful and pouty way, though, which made her sound almost more like Muffin.

"If I do, you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?" I said, and she immediately nodded. Strangely enough, I doubt Muffin would even care that much, she didn't appear to have much consideration for those kind of rules. We were still a good 4 years apart, however, which would be quite the scandal with the others.

I leaned in and closed my eyes. Her lips were much smaller than Muffin's, and her tongue didn't know what to do when I wrapped my own tongue around it. Is this what it felt like for Muffin the first time she tongue-kissed me? She tried to kiss back, I had the feeling she liked this new sensation. The tender kiss lasted longer than me and Muffin's first one, but felt a little less soulful. I wasn't sure whether it was right, I like Balloons but couldn't see her as a lover in the same way as she wanted to see me.

She pulled away from me with a moan, her bloated belly obviously still bothering her.

"Was that good?" I asked, smiling. She nodded, blushed and smiled, looking at me with a thankful look. Even if I saw her more as a little sister than a lover, seeing her happy made me feel good, no matter what I had to do to cause it, and even if it was under these circumstances. We sat together, and I held her hand and rubbed her back as she sat on the shower-room floor.

Balloons got up after another minute or so after the kiss and waddled awkwardly out of the stall into one of the toilets.

"Thanks, Cinnamon. I think I'll be fine now," she said as she closed the stall door.

"You're welcome, Loona," I said as I started to walk out, giving her some amount of privacy. I hated it when other people could hear me peeing, I couldn't even imagine what that was about to sound like. The party was starting to wrap up as Apple's friends had gone home and Apple herself was playing a game with Neko as Lily and Pillow watched. Muffin was gathering up what was leftover from the cake and ice cream and pouring it on the plate as Cocoa started cleaning things up. She shot me a glance and smirked as she deflated one of the balloons hanging in the kitchen.

How fitting, I thought, as I went over to help her. This place certainly was not normal, but I was never destined for a normal life.

>>	Anonymous 12/02/17(Fri)12:11 No. 256 This is excellent work, moar?

>>	109Yo 12/02/19(Sun)20:55 No. 260 Love it <3

>>	Anonymous 12/02/20(Mon)04:09 No. 261 i will punch a child if i don't see more of this beautiful masterpiece

>>	(h)entropy!!D5LzIyAwuu 12/02/20(Mon)10:57 No. 262 >>261 you should be careful with your fists around children.

(h)entropy!!D5LzIyAwuu 12/03/02(Fri)00:50 No. 284
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This will be the last chapter of "Muffin and Me". However, I am planning a continuation with other characters. Stay tuned, maybe?

Oh, and have some shitty shitty art.

(rom, beast, f/f)
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Dog Days Pet Spa & Resort: Muffin & Me Part III: The Beast of Summer

"Shh, that's a good girl, lay still while I trim your nails..." I cooed as I brushed back the gorgeous collie's coat.

I can honestly say that the months following the events of that previous fall had been one of the brightest highlights of my life. I had never really known the feeling of being truly loved and wanted. I had gotten quite good at the various duties I was tasked with. It had been quite some time since I felt like "the new girl" still trying to adjust to things.

Nine people being in the same family can cause interesting situations, someone's birthday always seemed to be around the corner, holidays were always an raucus affair. Perhaps the biggest celebration came near the end of spring when Cocoa graduated from high school and had her birthday in the same week. It was a somewhat bittersweet occasion, however, as it also meant that Cocoa would be going off to college to study business at the behest of her mother.

My role as a more supportive big sister is one I embraced whole- heartedly. Apple had taken well to drawing, and I helped her with whatever she wanted when Lily wasn't around. Lily had gotten more busy as she started to take on more responsibilities. Since Pillow wasn't that energetic and Lily had an obligation to her sister, they had to sort of share the title of the most senior. Cocoa didn't like us talking about her like she was already gone, though, as she was still going to be around for the summer.

Balloons still stuck to me like glue, but in some ways she stopped being as jealous, not asking me to kiss or do anything with her since that one time. I did continue to help her with her...problem, but I guess she was content with simply being my friend. In addition, her and Neko started to get much closer, always going places with each other, and I even suspected there was something going on there, even if they were both still sort of young.

Of course, the relationship between me and Muffin had only gotten closer. She started trusting me more with her looks, letting me buy some clothes for her and even letting me apply makeup on special occasions. She refused to grow her hair out longer, however, which was just fine with me.

Other forms of hair started growing on the both of us, however. Muffin was a little confused when she started growing more and thicker hair on her legs and underarms. I had already started growing and shaving for a while, but Muffin was reluctant to learn, but when it started to get warmer she started going over them more often with a hair-removal cream. She could never get used to the razor.

Muffin continued to be increasingly physical with me, tickle-attacks slowly flowed into more aggressive spankings, hair pullings, even things like indian burns. I even started to wear my hair in pig tails, which had gotten much longer because I hadn't cut it since I arrived. Muffin liked it long, apparently. She even playfully referred to my hair as her "leash".

I had only gotten more interested in Muffin's mating sessions over that time. I started to go into the playroom with her while she was mating with the dogs, watching it up-close was fascinating but I didn't see myself getting into it at the time. We mostly did our own sexual stuff in the same playroom, while she was still in her "uniform" she would often take me into the corner and aggressively finger me as she had our first time together.

She never asked me to do anything to her, though, I suppose she got all the satisfaction she needed from the dogs. She had widened my vagina considerably from playing around, but the size of the some of the dogs made me afraid to get anywhere near them.

The winter turned to spring so quickly to me, and just when I was getting used to it, the summer came. It was hard to believe the year went by so fast, I turned 14 in the spring and the next school year I would going to high school, along with Muffin. She had gotten better at reading and was only a year or two behind grade level.

As the days got warmer and eventually blended into summer, business at Dog Day's got steadily more busy. More people started to go on longer vacations and needed some place to keep their pets. The kennels were always full and it was booked through July by May. It was very lucky we had a summer vacation and a lot more time to look after the dogs and cats.

Naturally, Muffin also got incredibly "busy". It was in her nature to pretend like nothing was wrong and she was okay, but I could tell the constant "servicing" of 6 or more dogs a day was wearing her out. No one was forcing her to do her special job, she simply felt obligated, but it hurt me to see her constantly exhausted and achy. It also meant she wasn't paying nearly as much attention to me.

I started thinking of possible ways to help her out, it was only the early summer and she just seemed spread too thin. Then I came upon the most obvious way. I could help service the dogs and split the work! While it felt like the absolute best way to help her out, I didn't know if I could handle it. Muffin had a lot of practice, the only practice I had was with her finger. Some of those dogs looked like they could rip me in half.

I wasn't completely naive, however. I knew there were other ways to pleasure males than vaginal intercourse. Oral would likely be just as pleasurable for them, evene if I was deprived of the same kind of pleasure Muffin felt as her behind was pounded by the dogs. Part of me was still repulsed by the idea and I would not have even considered it a few months ago, but it wasn't as if anyone would see me as lesser for it.

"You mean... suck on it? I guess that could work... I've never personally tried it," Muffin commented as I mentioned it to her. She hardly seemed opposed to the idea, revealing that she really was wanting some relief. "The first couple of times a dog did me, it was really painful. But I guess I got used to it after a while, I didn't even think about doing it that way. You'd still have to ask Mom, though."

She was right, and I wasn't too excited about the prospect of asking Miss Ambrose. Most of the girls simply called her mom, and I had on certain occasions, but I had never called anyone "Mom" before so it was a hard thing for me to come to.

Needless to say, when I finally worked up the nerve to ask her, she wasn't very receptive to the idea. She did recognize how tired Muffin was getting with her job, but was not excited about letting me do anything sexual with the dogs. After letting her sleep on it, she eventually caved and said it was alright, but she wanted to be there the first time to teach me the proper ways to do it, and preferred I simply used my hands rather than putting my mouth on it.

When the day finally came I nervously walked to the playroom. Muffin and Miss Ambrose were already inside when I came in. Miss Ambrose handed me something when I was in the window room, and Muffin smiled widley as I opened the box up. It was a costume similar to the one Muffin used, but it was light brown as opposed to her dark brown/black one. Even as she handed me the furry garb, she still looked very unsure of what I wanted to do.

"That's not just for show. There's a trace amount of pheromones built into the artificial fur. When you go in, make sure to rub your hand over the front and back to bring the pheromones out. It will help get the dogs aroused and speed up the process," she said as she helped me disrobe and showed me how to put it on right. I blushed as I looked at myself with it on, but it still wasn't totally matching Muffin's.

"No tail?" I asked, looking at Muffin as she put her's on.

"The...tail is to make sure the dogs don't accidentally hit the wrong...hole..." Miss Ambrose said, obviously uncomfortable with the subject matter.

"It's not very fun when they go in there," Muffin said cute as she popped the 'tailplug' as she called it into her butt. My own costume fit on sort of like a unitard that buttoned at the crotch, covering my privates. I was a little saddened that it wasn't exactly like Muffin's, but Miss Ambrose explained it was so the dogs didn't try to enter me that way.

There was already a medium-sized chocolate lab laying in the playroom when I came in. Although this is what I had wanted, I was still a little shaky as I approached the dog. I knelt down and started petting him as Miss Ambrose sat next to me. The dog perked up at the smell of my garb, and Miss Ambrose grabbed him and held him still as she instructed me to pull back his sheath of skin.

It didn't take long for the lab's bring pink member came poking out and becoming quite stiff. It wasn't too big, which was fine with me. I started to pick up the pace of the jerk as Muffin and Miss Ambrose held the dog still as he stood up. Warm drops of doggy spunk started to shoot out him, onto my hand and on the floor. My fear and anxiousness regarding the act had started to fade, now, as I focused more on trying to get the dog to climax as quickly as possible. I wanted it done quickly not because I hated it, but because there were other dogs in the queue and I didn't want it to take all day.

The dog appeared to get as big as he was going to get, and Muffin whispered in my ear to put my mouth on it while rubbing my backside. Miss Ambrose was close enough to hear.

"No, you still need to learn how to grip it correctly. Put your fingers around it like this to stop it from going back in..." she said, positioning my fingers in the way she described. "If you do decide to do...that...then don't swallow all of it. I'm not sure what kind of health effects that might have..." Miss Ambrose followed up awkwardly.

I jerked him a little bit more before leaning in and placing my lips on it, the pink of his member meeting the pink of my lips. It didn't have any kind of overpowering taste, I could tell someone else had washed him earlier as he didn't smell bad or anything. I opened my lips and wrapped them around his tip, being careful I didn't hurt him with my teeth. It seemed to grow a little inside of my mouth as more drops shot out onto my tongue.

I could hear Muffin giggling a little behind me, but I tried to focus on what was going on. She started rubbing my vagina through the costume. I noticed Miss Ambrose left, probably to watch in the window room as Muffin stayed behind with me.

I started moving my lips up and down his member while firmly holding it with on hand and jerking it with the other. The "bulb", or knot as Muffin more correctly called it, started growing at his base and I felt him trying to push his way into my mouth. The spurts of his spunk got more frequent and the warm, gooey taste of it started to coat the inside of my mouth.

Heeding Miss Ambrose's advice not to drink too much of it, I took my mouth out, which caused hum to spurt more of my face. He kept pushing against my hand and squirting the warm fluid as I moved my face away. His spunk started to form a small puddle on the soft floor, the same thing that happened with Muffin's job occasionally. The amount of orgasm they produced didn't seem different to me at the time; I had little to compare it to.

I felt strangely happy when he finished up and his member shrunk down, although part of my happy feelings came from the fact that Muffin kept rubbing me in all my sensitive spots. Even Muffin seemed surprised and how quickly it happened. I proceeded to do it to two more dogs that day, and Muffin did her own thing to them.

It became a daily chore from then on, and I never really had more fun in my life. Me and Muffin also did many things together, and she seemed really glad she was no longer alone in her job. She had a lot more energy during the day and seemed like her old self again.

I also took the bigger dogs, as they seemed to tire Muffin out the most, and despite her experience, it still looked quite painful for her. My own mouth was only so wide, but it was still safer to "lick them dry" as Muffin liked to say.

A few of the dogs tried to mount me, and while I didn't let them enter me, sometimes I held their members in between my legs and thighs, simulating the act without actually doing it.

The summer days were long and hazy, filled with pleasure and heat. It was hard to imagine just a year ago that I would be in a place like this, in a situation like this. I couldn't tell if I was happier than more normal people, or if I was just normally happy for the first time in my life.

Since Cocoa was going to leave for college in the fall, she taught me how to work reception and receive new reservations on the computer, as well as answer questions on the phone. I didn't mind doing that and my other job at the same time, it's not like I wanted to sit in front of the TV all day. Plus, the computer allowed me to browse the web.

The end of July was the hottest part of the year, luckily the whole building had nice AC, even the kennels, to ensure the dogs stayed comfortable. Taking the dogs out and playing with them was one of the more laborous chores, though, which is why I was glad I didn't have to do it anymore.

It was the slow in the middle of the day and I was reading a book at the reception desk after a session with the dogs. It was good to cool down and relax, especially since I didn't have to worry about any school work. A couple walked in, a man and a woman, the woman had dark hair and was visibly pregnant, though not in late-term. The man was a little taller and followed closer behind her.

"Excuse me, this is some kind of foster home, right?" the woman said nervously to me. I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a secret or not, and I wasn't sure what to say.

"Well, it's a dog hotel, and not really a foster home. Can I... help you with anything specific?" I asked, making sure to only give as little information as possible.

"Well, we know it's also a dog kennel but... is there a Marian Ambrose here? She should be the owner..." since she knew about Miss Ambrose I guessed she could talk to her. I went and got her, and they talked in Miss Ambrose's office for quite some time. It wasn't a major secret that we had orphans here, but most people who came in weren't interested in that. Regular customers had built up a rapport with some of the girls, but I had never seen these people before.

I left the reception to Pillow and walked upstairs, Muffin had finished with her duties and was just lounged back in a chair and watching TV. After about 15 minutes, footsteps came up the stairs it was Miss Ambrose followed by the two people who had come in. Miss Ambrose had quite a serious look on her face, the woman just looked around confused.

"Muffin, we need to talk to you about something important," Miss Ambrose said, signaling towards the door that led to her side of the living area. I had never seen any of the girls go into there before. "My office isn't quite big enough for all of us," she said as Muffin looked quizzically around as she stood up. The woman stared at her intently.

"Something...important? What?" she asked innocently, just as confused as I was.

"It's something private," Miss Ambrose said sternly, and beckoned her.

"I... want Cinnamon to come with me, then, anything you want to talk to me about you can also talk with her about," Muffin said, acting almost scared and grabbing my arm. "Who are these people, you are going to d-do anything with me are you?" Muffin said, a sudden frightened tone to her voice. I had a feeling other 'important talks' didn't end well for her in the past.

"No, Muffin, we just need to talk to you alone-"

"It's okay. If they're good friends she may come with her," the woman spoke up before she could finish. Even I was surprised by that. I smiled awkwardly at Muffin to calm her down and I followed her into Miss Ambrose's section of the house.

It was small and clean with it's own small living room and kitchen with a few appliances in it. There was only enough sitting space for the 4 of us, me and Muffin sat down on the large chair next to a window and the couple sat down on the loveseat facing the TV. Miss Ambrose offered them some drinks. Both Muffin and the woman looked incredibly anxious as we sat there.

"So, well, um... you see..." the woman stammered and blushed as she was clearly having problems saying whatever she was about to say. Since she wasn't able to spit it out, she took her purse out and dug out what looked like a photograph and handed it Muffin. We looked it over together. It was a picture of a 4 or 5 year old girl with long dark hair like the woman. Then, it was like a train filled with bricks hit me square in the chest. The girl in the picture had one crystal blue eye.

"I think... no, I am... your mother. Do you remember me at all?" she said as Muffin just stared at the picture, her eyes wide. "Your name was Abby, short for Abigail. Abigail O'Reilly. Do you... remember that name?"

Muffin just continued to stare at the picture, saying nothing. She eventually looked up from the photograph.

"I don't... I don't remember," Muffin said plainly.

"Oh, well, I guess that's understandable. You see, I had gone away for a few days and left you with a caretaker. She was a professional babysitter, or so she said. When I got back, neither of you were at the house anymore. Do you remember that?" she asked as tears started welling up in the woman's eyes. I now understood completely why Miss Ambrose didn't want me in here for this. Muffin shook her head after a few seconds.

"I can only remember the... junkyard...and then the group home...then here," she said with a frustrated look on her face, clearly trying to remember but being unable.

"We knew you had been kidnapped, and the police did an investigation, but they eventually assumed you were dead. We had a funeral and everything, there's a gravestone with your name on it. But we got a call a week ago from a relative who lives in this area whose daughter went to school and talked about a girl with eyes like yours. Ms. Ambrose here told us how you were found in a junkyard where you lived for years, since you were kept there it's no wonder the police couldn't figure it out. But now..." the woman had started crying pretty heavily through the middle of the story.

"So...you're my real mother... and my father?" Muffin said, looking at the man, who had so far not said anything.

"This is my husband... your real father died when you were 2. But you also have an older sister, and a half-brother. Not to mention, a half sister inside me," she said, looking down. I could tell Muffin was overwhelmed, for the first time she seemed truly vulnerable. I put my hand on her shoulder. I had never seen her cry, it felt like those kinds of emotions were all but closed off to her, at least in the time I knew her.

"So... what?" Muffin asked, looking straight at the woman. It was a straightforward question, but one that needed to be asked. There were many possibilities to this. Did they just want to meet her? Or...

"Well... you're my daughter. You don't have to live in group homes or foster homes anymore. You can come live with us, like you alway meant to," she said with a teary smile, holding her husband's hand. My eyes narrowed and emotion filled up in me. These people thought they were saving her from some crappy life! Muffin just sat there, being smothered by the incredible amount of revelations being hoisted on her at once. Before I could even say anything, Miss Ambrose spoke up.

"That is not decided. I legally adopted Muffin not long after I took her in," she said firmly, breaking the silence.

"And we thank you for being a surrogate mother, and to you for being a surrogate sister... but certainly you can understand that she should be with her family, her real family. We live just a county over, she might go to a different school but we would be happy to let you visit..."

"No! You don't understand!" I finally stood up. "We aren't just some foster home or orphanage. We're a real family. And Muffin- Abigail- whatever, we're not just playground friends. We're... lovers..."

"Cinnamon! You should leave us in private so we can discuss this," Miss Ambrose said sternly in my direction. Muffin didn't say anything or even really react to my outburst.

"No... she was taken from you, I know... but now you're trying to take her from us...from me. From people who know and love her like family..."

"That's enough, Cinna. A lot of things are probably going through Muffin's head right now. I think it's best she have a night or two to think about this. Take Muffin and go get something to eat and drink. There are things me and Mr. and Mrs. Lake must talk about now."

I was ready to revolt again, but Muffin stood up as if to leave. I followed her out and shut the door behind me. The rest of the girls were scrambling as if they all had their ears to the door and swiftly tried to make it look like they weren't.

About an hour later, Mr. and Mrs. said goodbye to me and Muffin. Miss Ambrose didn't say much else to me or her the rest of the night. She only commented that they would be back the next day. Me and Muffin were in the living room alone with each other. I think the rest of them went to bed early so we could have some privacy.

"I can't imagine what you might be feeling..." I said to her as we sat alone on the couch, the TV being the only light in the room. It was like that first night we spent together when I had only been there a week, and we shared our first real kiss.

"Sure you can... your real parents just gave you up... but any day they could walk through the door like mine did," she said in a melancholic tone.

"But... you don't actually want to go with them, do you?" I asked.

She stayed silent.

"Muffin?"

"I... don't know. I never thought I actually had a mother who wanted to keep me and care for me...to think of how long I spent in the junkyard... I thought I had been abandoned or given up..."

"But that would mean... we couldn't be together... at least not in the way we are now..." I said, my tears welling up.

"I know... but even if it does come to that, no one can take what we already have away, right? No one can take... this... away."

Muffin leaned over and started kissing me, grabbing my sides and pushing me slowly down on the couch. She didn't try anything playful and bestial, just a slow kiss while wrapping her arms around me. She disconnected and started kissing my neck.

"I just... never want to see you go..."

"I know," she whispered in my ear before kissing me again. "But you have to be strong."

I can't tell you how long we spent making out on the couch together. I saw the door to the sleeping rooms hanging slightly ajar and at least two eyes peering out of them. I met the eyes with my own and I could hear Balloons' and Neko's voice behind it as they closed it the rest of the way. Muffin didn't attempt to take my clothes off or do anything sexual with me that night. What we did was her pure expression of love. Sex was some kind of game to her, and this was not a game.

I was dreading the next day. I didn't do anything with the dogs, although Muffin did. I sat at reception about the same time as the previous day and both of them came back in at about the same time. I didn't say anything to them, I wasn't trying to be rude but I didn't feel too great about the situation.

First they met without Muffin, then called her in a little while later, but this time they kept me out. Balloons had not bothered me at all about this, I had a feeling Cocoa or one of the other older girls were making sure she didn't say anything insensitive towards me. Personally, I could have used her cheerful disposition as I sat on the couch, waiting for them while they talked for over an hour. It almost surprised me when Miss Ambrose called me in and I sat down.

The atmosphere in the room was strange, no one looked elated but at the same time I had a feeling they weren't going to tell me bad news. This time, it was Mrs. Lake that spoke up first.

"First off, I want to thank you, Cinnamon. We came in with some misconceptions that have since been proven wrong. We know now that this place is truly special to Ab-... Muffin, and that you two...share a love together. We know you are a family, and if there's anything I've personally learned, there is nothing more devastating than losing family. Still, we believe and Muffin has expressed an interest in spending time with her biological family. All those things considered, we have worked out an arrangement where Muffin will stay here during the week and will come visit with us on the weekends. As her... special friend, you are welcome to come with her on these visits any time you want, and we will happily accomodate you," Mrs. Lake said sort of happily.

I looked over at Muffin, and she smiled, and Miss Ambrose shared the smile.

"Your guardian was rather impassioned on your behalf, and we eventually came around to understanding both of your sides," Mrs. Lake said again. I went over to Miss Ambrose and hugged her.

"Thank you... Mom..." I said, tears welling up in my eyes again.

"You are welcome, dear. But there's another person who could use a hug more than me," she said, and I knew who she meant.

I went over to Muffin and tightly hugged her, and she smiled and gave me smooch on the lips. Mr. Lake appeared a little uncomfortable when we did that, but Mrs. Lake seemed okay with it and smiling. A huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders when I learned she would get to stay, and part of me was sort of excited to meet Muffin's biological family. Some things do end well, after all.
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That September, I formally became Sarah Ambrose, and stopped having reservations about calling my adoptive mother "Mom". That celebration came on the tail end of Cocoa's long emotional send-off to college.
High school was different, but with mostly the same people. Muffin no longer had the stigma of being a special education student, the Lakes even helped pay for a private tutor to get her caught up. She still had some trouble, but it helped that I was in a few classes with her.

Despite my fiery first impression, the Lakes and I got along very well. Needless to say, Muffin stood out amongst her slightly more normal siblings. Her older sister was only a year ahead of Muffin, so the two could relate on some things, even if she was much more of a girlie girl than Muffin. It didn't help that she also wanted to be cosmotologist, and looked to expriment on Muffin who still had to be persuaded to go to the salon. Her younger brother was fun to be around, and although he was confused as to why me and Muffin kissed, he seemed okay with it as time went on.

We still did our "duties", and the Lakes naturally had no idea. They were never told the details of Muffin's time in the junkyard like I was, and there was a good chance we would never tell them. Eventually I worked up the courage to let one enter me fully, and it was the ride of my life. Still, I wasn't sure if I would be up for that daily in the same way Muffin was.

Balloons and Neko started doing more and more stuff together, but it never appeared that they actually did anything sexual. With Neko, at least, I doubted that she was into other girls the same way Balloons might have been. Apple stayed her same self, but she kept drawing and she got much better with time. She even won a drawing contest and managed to sell some, even. She was really happy, and it only encouraged her to get even better.

Half-way through the school year both Pillow and Lily announced their intention to go to college. Pillow wanted to study science, according to her it was leisurely enough to accomodate her narcolepsy. Lily wanted to study accounting, but unlike Pillow and Cocoa she wouldn't be leaving because she wanted to look after her sister.

Business was good, so Mom built an extension to the building with more kennels, but also included a new seperate dorm-like room for the older girls like Lily could stay in and Cocoa and Pillow could also stay there during their vacations.

Of course, Pillow and Cocoa's departure meant that there seemed to be a big hole in the staff, not to mention less people around to get things done. That, however, would be fixed when two new family members came in during my second summer at Dog Days.

>>	109Yo 12/03/02(Fri)20:59 No. 285 OMG So adorable <3 nice story.. i'll be keeping up with you ;o

>>	tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 12/03/18(Sun)12:30 No. 301 Aw, that is adorable. Thank you.

>>	Anonymous 12/04/25(Wed)01:46 No. 386 This story is wonderful, moar? :D

>>	Anonymous 12/05/24(Thu)11:55 No. 414 moar! we must have moar!

>>	this awesomeness a passer-by 12/08/02(Thu)11:24 No. 496 OMG I LOVED THIS!, every now and again i kinda wish i were a chick.

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