Hello, and thank you for taking the time to read this story of mine. It took while to write, and it brings me joy to finally be able to share it. To be honest I'm not sure how this story will be received. It could be loved or hated, possibly both. Either way, my hope is that it stands out amongst other works here. I will say that if you're not a fan of being pelted with cuteness every other paragraph, then it probably won't be for you. :P
In any case, feel free to critique if you feel so inclined. My hope is to write more in the future, and the feedback would be greatly appreciated. With that out of the way, may you please enjoy.
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Angel was asleep, curled on the softest place in the room - the little bed Master had given her. She had already finished all the chores he had assigned to her, so she had chosen to rest; as a puppy (more specifically, a human puppy girl) she knew how much Master loved to play with her, and she knew that she would need all of her energy for that. There she lay, dreaming of him and the head pats and the treats she hoped would soon be hers...
- BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!-
Angel's head shot up as the intrusive noise tore her from her slumber. She checked the clock on the nightstand, gasping as she read the time. She must have overslept; Master would be home any minute! Oh, how he hated it when she wasn't there to greet him. She quickly headed towards the living room. Her next move usually would have been to head to the foyer and wait for him there, but as she peeked her head inside the living room, she instead panicked and bolted back behind the doorway. She was too late. There he was, relaxed on the sofa, the TV quietly droning in front of him. Shit, what was she going to do now? She hoped he wasn't too upset with her.
"Angel." Angel jumped a little as a firm voice called from the other side of the doorway, cutting through her thoughts; it was none other than Master's. She cautiously peeked her head out from behind the doorway again.
Without looking away from the television, he spoke again. "Angel, I know you're there. Come on out."
Angel made herself relax and casually (albeit nervously) stepped into view. Master finally turned looked at her for the first time, a hint of a smile on his face. "Didn't expect to see me so soon, did you? I got off work early today."
Angel felt herself relax a bit more as she looked at the expression on his face. He didn't seem angry, or even disappointed. Still, her doggy mentality commanded that she fear for the worst. She began to stammer softly. "I-I'm sorry Master. I meant to greet you, but..." She stopped as as Master held up his hand to her.
"Your apologies are not needed. You got up exactly when I wanted you to."
Angel was puzzled as to what he meant, until she realized that she never actually set the clock that happened to wake her. She stared at him for a moment. Had he planned for her to nap the from the beginning? She found herself smiling back at him. Even after the time they had spent together, he still managed to surprise her.
Master gracefully beckoned her with his finger. "Come a bit closer." Angel obeyed and stepped forward. She watched as he stood up, the playful smirk on his face slowly growing bigger. Standing at 5'10" tall, with Jet Black hair and deep blue eyes, Master was certainly not a sore sight to behold. However long he had been home, it must have been long enough for him to change out of his work clothes. He was instead wearing more comfortable part of his wardrobe - a snug fitting fleece robe and thin linen pants. He only dressed in this manner when he was feeling eccentric, and THAT usually only happened when he wanted to play. Angel stifled a giggle as she realized that she was probably going to enjoy tonight.
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"Come a bit closer." It took some restraint on his part to not outright grin as she took a few more steps forward, giving Master a better view of his little treasure. At 5' 2" tall, she was the perfect size for a little puppy. Her golden brown hair flowed down past the back of her neck and rested between her shoulder blades, and went well with her forest green eyes and fair, lightly freckled complexion. Her B-Cup bosom perfectly complimented her slender yet curvaceous frame, which still held just a hint of childish innocence to it. Most masters preferred to their pets scantily clad or even in the nude, but as Angel was only a partial puppy in this state, he felt that a bit of modesty would suit her. Today's outfit was a simple cotton hoodie in sky blue and flannel jeans. Completing the look was a fluffy dog-ear headband (hand made) and matching tail, which was cleverly attached by a small belt hidden under the jacket, and to finish it all off, the crown jewel: a velvet-lined, rhinestone embedded leather collar, with "Angel" engraved on one side, and on the other, "my sweet little girl". Put it all together, and she had to be one of the cutest puppy girls in the world. And tonight, she was all his.
Master whistled softly and patted his lap. Angel happily complied and climbed onto the sofa, nuzzling her head into Master's chest. He wasted little time rewarding her actions as he ran his fingers through her hair. He then ran his other hand up and down her back, causing her to croon. With each passing second, the smile on his face continued to grow wider. "Aww. You like that, don'tcha?" Though she gave no verbal reply, Angel's actions spoke volumes as she buried her face into his chest. He had her right where he wanted her, and they both knew it. Of course, it was even more fun when he made her admit it...
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Suddenly, Angel gasped lightly as the fingers that had been playing with her hair began to gently tug at it instead, forcing her head up. She was now face to face with him. The expression he wore could not be misunderstood. Master tugged her hair some more, bringing her head closer. He leaned into her ear. "I asked you a question, Angel." He spoke with a soft but very evident growl in his voice.
Angel stifled a whimper as the hand rubbing her back descended lower, the fingers slipping just under the hem of her jeans. "Yes Master."
"Yes Master what?"
Angel bit her lip "Yes Master, I like it. I like it a lot."
"I thought so." The hand slipped further down, it's fingers now caressing her through her undies. "You want more, don't you?"
Angel blushed furiously. "Yes Master. Please."
With that, Master smiled warmly. He released her hair and kissed her cheek. "Now how could I say 'no' to something as cute as that?" He grinned and began to lightly scratch Angel behind her ear. She giggled as the tickling sensation spread across the side of her face, then sighed as the other hand went back to stroking her back. It was then that she knew what Master's intentions were. As she focused on the sensation, she felt herself drift into her true puppy space. She was close; all it would take now would be for him to say...
"Good puppy."
That was her cue. Angel felt a total transition in her consciousness as she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was no longer a puppy girl; she was now a full blown puppy. She looked up at Master with an affectionate, happy-go-lucky grin.
Master patted her head. "Who's a good girl?" Angel yipped and began licking Master's face. Master chuckled as he attempted to evade the onslaught of kisses. "Woah there! Down girl, down!" Angel obeyed and ceased her onslaught of affection, curling up as best she could on Master's lap (fortunately, due to their fairly significant difference in size, this did not prove to be too difficult). She sighed softly as she once more felt the hands of her master stroke and pet every accessible part of her body. When his hands went under her clothes, she felt closer to him than ever. This lasted for a few minutes until she heard Master whistle a short, sweet tune, signaling that he wanted her attention. Her head bolted up and her eyes came upon his face. He grinned and pulled out what appeared to be a small beanbag. Angel's eyes grew wide with excitement as she watched him casually toss it into the air and then catch it with the same hand. "You want it girl?" Angel gave an excited bark and began panting in anticipation. "Well, go fetch!". Master lightly tossed the beanbag halfway across the room. Angel bolted after the toy and nearly fell over on herself trying to pounce on it. Nonetheless, it was only a matter of seconds before the beanbag was in her teeth. This was her third favorite game. Master smiled warmly and clapped his hands. "Good girl." He patted his lap and whistled softly. "Alright Angel, bring it back here, girl." Angel quickly "trotted" back and placed the beanbag on Master's lap, hoping for more praise. Master stroked her head a little before throwing the beanbag again. This time, she didn't stumble and brought it back without being asked. She looked up at Master again, longing for approval.
Master lifted his arm as he prepared to throw the beanbag again, but instead he got an idea. He grinned and gently tilted her head back before placing the beanbag on her nose. "Alright, balance it girl." Angel beamed as she began to play her second favorite game. Over the course of the last few weeks she had become quite good at this particular game. She stared at the ceiling, almost becoming cross-eyed as she focused on keeping the beanbag atop her nose.
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Master checked his watch: 1 minute, 45 seconds. Huh, this was a new record for her. Perhaps this game had become too easy - or perhaps she had been practicing. Master decided to cheat a bit and began to tickle his little puppy under her chin. Sure enough, Angel quickly lost her composure and beanbag fell to her ground. She whimpered softly as her head fell towards the floor. Master gently stroked her ears. "Aww, it's okay sweetie. You did better than ever. Master is very proud of you."
Not one moment after he spoke those words did he realize his mistake. In Angel's current, simplistic mind, the phrase "proud of you" had a tendency to send her haywire with joy and affection: a fact that he was reminded of not but two moments after uttering the phrase, since by then he was contending with a puppy having pounced onto his lap and assaulting him with "kisses" and face nuzzles. He ordered her to stop, but to no avail; she likely did not even hear him.
Master gently took hold of Angel's hair and tugged on it, pulling her face away from his. Angel let out a soft whine as she futilely licked the air in front on his face. Master calmly but sternly looked her in the eyes. "Angel, I said stop." Though his stare may have been cold and hard, it took quite a bit of effort to make his face appear in kind. He wasn't actually upset with her, but even if he had been, it would not have been possible for him to stay that way. Not when she was staring back at him with her head slightly cocked and sporting an innocent smile, her little tongue poking out on one side in the hopes that he'd let her go so that she could go back to licking his face. There was no denying it: she was nothing short of precious.
Still, she HAD disobeyed him. Something needed to be done about that. Master thought for a moment, then a devilish smile came to his face as he realized that this would be the perfect opportunity to exploit the
real
advantages of being an owner. He gently tugged her hair again, pulling her head forward, keeping himself just out of reach of her tongue. "I think you need a bit more obedience training." He lightly bopped her on her nose with his free hand and released her hair. He clapped once and pointed to the ground. "Down, girl." Angel reluctantly climbed down and looked up at Master, who stood up and returned her gaze. "Let's start with some basic commands." "Sit."
