💕Her Special Angel💕

Freshly washed and groomed, nails clipped, new shiny tag on your collar. Prospective adopters come and look at you every day, ogling and prodding you through your cage. Can't do anything but sit there and look pretty. You're fresh meat right now, pup.

Some of them request trial sessions. That's when your handler takes you to a private room—you're well trained now, so they don't even need to put you on a leash—where an adopter is waiting. There are toys lining the wall, a St. Andrew's cross to one side, spanking bench to another, all sorts of contraptions that make your puppy parts feel funny.

They have different requests. "How much pain can it handle?" "Show me your teeth, mutt." "Come here and eat me out, will you puppy?" You oblige. Of course you do. You make the appropriate moans and pathetic sobs as one person canes you. You suppress your gag reflex as another pushes his fingers down your throat. And you eat out the nice lady, who rewards you with a few cursory pats before turning to your trainer.

"This one is alright, but just not as good as the one from before. Can I adopt that one instead?"

It stings, but you shrug it off. You're not supposed to know what they're saying, anyways. If your handler finds out you've been listening to their human conversations, they'll surely punish you. So you kiss the nice lady goodbye and let your trainer lock you back into your cage for the night.

You get adopted eventually. Someone who blindfolds you and leads you to their car, firm hand in your collar. Like they're scared you'll run away. They don't let you go until you're firmly situated in your new home. New bars to keep you in place.

That is until one evening they sit down to watch a movie together in the living room, throwing a big blanket over their laps so they can play with one another under it, the thrill of being caught one of the few things that still excites the girls,

They get setup, snacks and some shitty slasher ready when who comes along but their little sister, she sheepishly asks to join them, her favorite stuffie clutched tight to her chest, the older girls shoot each other a look, one of annoyance that quickly dissolves into an unspoken agreement,

‘Are we doing this?’ ‘Yes we are’

“Mmhmmmm” the younger girl moans, unable to form a proper sentence as she desperately strokes her cock and bucks her hips, lost in the embrace of her big sister. Drool dripping from her open, panting mouth onto her sister’s beautiful breasts.

“Come on, you’re soooo close” the older girl croons into her little sister’s ear, coaxing the girl, letting her know that she can’t stop until she cums.

“I—ahh ahh fuck!” The younger girl moans frantically, losing herself fully as she tips over the edge into orgasm. “That’s it good girl, good girl.” Her older sister moans into her ear as she finishes, coating her big sister’s thighs in the milky, creamy cum she had been saving up for just this moment.