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well we’ve got just the solution!

all puppies get grumpy and whiny if you don’t play with them enough. they start whining and whimpering and then, if begging gets them nowhere, they become a petty bitch. poking their owner, over and over and over again. biting a spot where they know they bit before. saying all their favorite bad words when they’re small just to see how you’ll react. slapping your hand away when you go in for pets, leaning away when you try to give them a kiss.

it gets old fast, but never worry! our easy, 5-step solution will fix your pup right quick!

make sure you give your dog a nice, hard slap across the face. it’s sure to make them leaky and desperate, and it will also help you determine where in brat mode they are. if your dog is well trained, it should reset itself now and start drooling onto your boots again. you can tell this is working by the way they melt, and their eyes go dark and dumb. if they don’t react to the slap, proceed to next step.

if slapping your pup still has it being avoidant or irritating, grab it by the throat and drag it towards you. most dogs will get scared of the eye contact and stop fighting. if this doesn’t work, proceed to next step.

some dogs need to be hit. some dogs need bruises deep under their skin and blood bubbling to the surface of it. pin it to a wall and threaten to beat it bloody (some experts suggest threatening to kill it during this stage, but some dogs think you mean it and others hope you do, so be careful). sink your fingertips into their arteries so hard you both go pale and kiss them now. they can’t really fight you off anymore. if they try, proceed to next step.

if your puppy is still trying to fight you off, even when they know it won’t work, you may have to consider putting them in timeout. strip them naked and sit them in a corner, or a crate, or a couch, whatever is best for you both. take away their devices and program them to porn, set them up where they can see but they’re not allowed to touch. then, ignore them. if you force your dog to get even more desperate and needy than usual, and also tell them they can’t touch you or them, you’re going to get the sweet, beautiful, begging baby you’re used to back in no time. if none of this works, proceed to next step.

pin or tie it down somewhere and force it to cum until it’s screaming and crying. that doesn’t mean whining that it can’t take more. that doesn’t mean whimpering and squirming away. it means when their hips are bucking and it’s yelling when you barely touched its clit, when their cheeks are tear-streaked and you’re worried that they neighbors might call the police. we recommend gagging it so you don’t get in trouble. by the time you’re done with this step, your pup will be far too exhausted to keep being a brat. even if it tries, it’ll only work for a moment, because they’ll be far too weak and cum drunk to do more than bat at your advances.

we go out on a date. ive not talked with them or my partners about us having sex yet because im trying not to jump in too fast. it’s been three months and they’re impatient now. when we get back to my apartment, they take my owner off to the side and whisper whisper whisper to each other. i try to listen in, but they send me away to get weed. im a good dog; i do what im told.

we start to pack. they’re both smiling and laughing, pretending nothing happened at all. i do, too, pushing away any anxiety. i get high quickly, not realizing they’re each handing me the bong after they hit it, so im smoking twice as much as either of them. my owner stands abruptly, needing to go out for cigarettes or something to mix in with the weed; he likes how spliffs feel. i stay home with the new friend, cuddling and stoned on the couch.

thirty seconds after my owner leaves, im lifted off the couch. i squeal in fear, but they just hold me and laugh, carrying me to my bedroom.

“don’t get any ideas,” i slur, melting into my stuffies.

“i agree,” they growl, crawling over me. “plans are much better.”

they kiss me like they’re devouring my soul, grinding their bulge into my needy, drippy cunt. i whimper and squirm, trying to get away. fear starts to rise into my chest and i lift heavy arms to push them off of me. they just laugh and bite my lip, forcing me to keep kissing them. im too high to fight hard.

soon im on my knees. im begging and crying, trying to crawl away as they undo their belt. im facing the door, like some cruel taunt; it’s so close, just reach the handle. im dragged back by my hips, and soon im speared on their cock, moaning and whining like the breeding bitch i am. i remember myself for a second. i scream, trying to get help, begging anyone to hear me. they’re grunting above me, holding me against them by my hips. i can’t escape them, especially after they lean down and wrap an arm around my throat, holding me against their chest.

the door opens and i cry out, tears streaming down my face. my owner in the doorway, eyes dark and body stiff.

“help!” i cry. “please! i didn’t- this isn’t-“

“aww, look,” my rapist growls, gripping my jaw so i can’t move or speak. im just forced to stare at my owner, who stays still as the assault continues. i drool onto their hand, whines and moans leaving me as their cock bullies my most sensitive spot. “your bubby caught us. now he’s gonna know what kind of a slut you are. say ‘hi, bubby’!”

my owner stays still, only tilting his head.

“m’sorry,” i slur, words broken by the jerking morion of our bodies, the slapping of their hips against my ass, the squelching of my cunt, the distortion of my jaw in the predator’s hold. “m’sorry, bubby, please forgiv’me.” i keep cum hard, humiliated and disgustingly turned on. the rapist moans, rutting hard against my womb.

finally, my owner moves. he steps towards me, unbuckling his belt. he smirks, appraises me.

“it’s okay, puppy,” he promises. “i told them they could play with you. you don’t mind, right? you said you’d let anyone i wanted play with your pretty little cunt, doesn’t it feel good?” he strokes his cock, smiling down at me so sweetly.

i must look shocked because he laughs. or maybe it’s how fast i cum from there. he pushes his fingers into my mouth as i shatter on rapist cock, eyes rolling.

“such a good dog, i’m so proud of you,” he praises condescendingly. “cum again, pup, i know you want to.”

the fear and dread leaves my stomach as the rapist reaches around me, stroking my cock tauntingly, and i squeak around my owner’s fingers. i cum again quickly, over and over again. i can’t seem to stop now, rolling everything through my head. the secret was this; the plan was this.

my owner loves me so much he let his friend scare me and use my cunt because he knew it would make me cum this hard. i shake and drool and cry, begging in mumbles and slurred words to suck my bubby’s cock, needing to taste him, to thank him for letting me get used like a toy.

i go dumb when he’s finally rutting against my tongue, my brain shutting off completely, like it always does between his legs. i don’t know how much longer i get used. i think they take turns, filling my cunt over and over again, making sure the only thing left is the ache. i pass out eventually.