rotten animal

and you do. you teach it to fear and respect your master, and to fear and respect his gun. you teach it to present and take your knot, too, but that’s your own curriculum. and when the whelp gets fussy, every now and then you roll your eyes, pick up your tail, and return the favor.

you two are strong and lean and in your prime; your master is drifting further and further from his. he grows bold in his age. his temper shortens and he snaps a lot. he lays hands on the pup one evening and you overpower the elderly fool without a second thought.

you and the pup eat well, masterless and only bound to one another.

when your next outing together lands you at the closest dive bar, you can tell she’s disappointed. you tend to keep your promises and this is far from special. still, you buy her drinks like usual and like the lightweight she is, if she even notices that you stop after one she doesn’t think to question it. she definitely doesn’t notice when you slip something in her drink.

your friends have always been jealous of you for having such a pretty pup, living vicariously through the stories you tell them about how she’ll let you do anything to her. so, when you manage to haul her back to your apartment, limp and incoherent, they’re all snapping at the bit to take their turn with her. they’ve taken the term “plus one” pretty loosely. you see friends of friends, friends of those friends and so on. you’d worry if you didn’t have such a reputation as a mean guard dog. and anyway, cash is cash.

nobody lays a finger on her until they pay up. nobody leaves a mark on her, the promise that there would be hell to pay for it looming over them. beyond that, most things are fair game. with your supervision, they take turns stretching her ass out and filling her with fingers, toys, and their own cocks until everyone’s had a turn. she’s a mess by the time they all head out, and she murmurs nonsense blearily as you clean her up in the shower and put her to bed.

she gets a day to rest and recover while you mercilessly tease her about going too hard at the bar. she knows she can’t hold her liquor and you can’t believe she’d black out like that. she’s embarrassed, but she’ll live. the next day, you surprise her with a new dress, shoes, and makeup before taking her out to the nicest restaurant in town. this time she really insists she doesn’t deserve this all, especially after embarrassing herself at the bar like that.