Puppy Girl

[angie girl]

Intro: ok this is not for the faint of heart. And is being written by my ghost writer while I stand on her head. She is in no way to blame. Maybe this is against the rules, but while I would love to get comments, kicks in the ass and puking all over me, I don't think anyone else can get in this story. But if someone thinks they can? Wow, we need to get married.

And in real life? I don't even own a gold fish, so lose that thought.

The Diary -

Puppy Girl

No I don’t look like a puppy. My skin ain’t furry and I don’t got floppy ears. I look like a normal youngish girl. There was some fuss about my 18th birthday, but that was a while ago. Who knows. In fact I hear all the time that I am so cute, and even real pretty. I think I can see that a lot a the male guys who come ta see me think I have a really "hot sexy body". Course that depends on what day a the week it is. Every day is different. But each day is the same.

So I am writing this against the rules. On a lil book I have squirreled away. I mean no way they let me write this down huh? Yeah like no no way. Way, so no way. Am pretty sure you ain’t never reading this ok? Yeah like I wish you were.

Monday Morning - to come.

 

[angie girl]

Monday Morning

Mondays are my best days. Well of course except the scratches and bruises. From Sunday. The day in the male pen. But I got ta sleep late. And they started me on my good diet. Even fruits and things, not just dog chow. And the crowds were low, they let ‘em in at ten, two and seven as always. And of course I had to strut around come up to the fence and take the "pet treats" they fed me. Well ok, the treats were kinda tasty, but ugh, those fingers all over em and stuff. Still I ate em cuss my food bowls were less since I got the treats. We can’t afford to feed you twice! They toll me. I mean I had to eat right?

Well and so you wonder? Yes I was naked. Total. All the time. Tits, ass, down there. Monday was shaving day. Which a course was not so cool for me, but the noon crowd paid extra. I hadda do it facing them, my legs spread, some soap and the trainer with the razor. Soaping me up, then using the razor on my pink puss lips. The tourist leering. The chain link fence with it’s holes in it so they could point their cameras. Click, click, click. The women and children too. Some reason it was ok for the kids to see my wide spread pussy lips. The boys staring wide eyed. Girls maybe wondering if this is where they’d end up? Hardly.

But I was Puppy Girl, not a real girl.

 

[Whit00EK]

Angie, dear.....I shall attempt to join in the story, if I am welcome. Test posting follows. Let me know if this is acceptable, or whether I should just take the proverbial long hike on the proverbial short pier. Edward

It took me some time to convince the management that the new puppy girl was not going to work out for them. Most of the tourists spent only a few minutes with her, preferring to move on to the cages where the more mature bitches were kept. These older pets knew their place and knew how to please the crowd. They sat up and put their lovely breasts against the wire fence openings so that the customers could touch and occasionally twist a nipple. They rolled around in the dirt and spread their legs to show off their perfectly lovely shaved love boxes to every male and female tourist who stopped by. They sniffed closely at the crotches of young men and old as they stood at the fence, oftentimes snaking out long tongues to touch the material of their trousers and whimpering as they did so. They spent time rubbing and scratching themselves in the most erotic of places for the young girls to see all their intimate parts in shocking pink. And, they did as they were told. This new puppy bitch was not going to work out without some intensive, one-on-one training. And I felt that I was the perfect instructor for her.

When the on-site trainers listened to my suggestions and led her to me on her leash, I immediately took her by the ears and looked into her eyes. Keeping eye contact with such an untrained bitch was essential for the first week or so; until she came to realize exactly who was the trainer and who was the trainee. I held her by the ears, her gorgeous red-gold hair wrapped in my fingers, and spoke softly but firmly to her: "My little puppy bitch, you are coming home with me. I am going to be your master for a while, and you are going to learn what a good puppy bitch needs to know to be a success here."

I watched as her deep, brown eyes darkened and then sparkled with understanding. Her ass wagged to and fro as she made an attempt to leap up at me and kiss my face. I jerked her back down to her on-all-fours position with her leash and scolded her firmly, "NO! NO! Bad bitch!" My tone of voice had an immediate effect and she settled down on her haunches, watching me. I followed the scolding with a soft stroke of her head and shoulders and whispered, "Good girl; sit and watch; sit and listen." And I offered her a small treat from the packet in my shirt pocket. She looked up at me with a question in her eyes. She was a fast learner, this one. I nodded and murmured, "Eat!" and she took the treat from my fingers with delicate lips and nibbled it until it disappeared into her throat. And she gave me a lovely, lovely, throaty growl of appreciation. This was going to work out fine.

 

[angie girl]

Ruff Ruff. Other than the cold hose this was the first real contact I have had. Of course it is a human male. And I am a puppy girl. Well, of course I am way, big time not deserving of even his touch. But he did touch me. Felt so good.

Pant, pant, slobber, grrrrrrrr.

And that treat was better than them greasey tourist dog bones. But. I got carried way far away and almost stood up on hind feet. Gawd, Angela, lucky that was not a big whipping. Or that the other human males didn't see.

Still he is leading me away. Is this good? or does it mean bad bad things. Like I have some choice. Try Angela, look at him with big puppy girl eyes, so dark and soft. Maybe not get a bad beating. Maybe even get us bitches best treat. A Big Mac to nuzzle and gobble! You should be so lucky Angela. Not in this doggie lifetime.

 

[angie girl]

Vet Day

Well I am awful nervous about being in a car for the first time I can remember. Gawd, this is what these things do! run down these hard cement things so fast it makes me wanna puke. But I hold down the dog bone treats that fill my tummy. And it's funny how neat and comforting it feels to stick my head out this side thing and let the hard cool air blow my dark drown hair back from my face. Stick my tongue out and feel how cold it gets.

And the male adult seems to be amused. Laughing. So I arf arf a few times and waggle my round ass at him. Keeps him happy it seems. When they are amused sometimes they toss extra treats. Yummy.

But while we drive, lemme tell ya about Tuesdays.

Tuesdays were a lot like Mondays. Since things weren't too far along yet. So they would be cool. The tourists and the treats. Except Tuesdays were vet days. And of course that is horrible. They started takingthe older puppies from the far end first. Saw them go by, most of them whining and whimpering but not fighting. Then they'd carry them back and get the next one. Till it was my turn.

So far I haven't gone without a fight. Which did not do anything for my puppy rump. They use "canes" on bad girl puppies. Thin and flexible but cutting. One smack on a bare flank is nuff to make most puppies jump and obey. Not this dumb bitch. Always fought.

Last week was kind of a show down thing. They had gotten to carrying me to the vet on a pole. Tied my front ankles together, and my rear ankles together, and then hung me face up on a big pole, like a killed animal, while two a them carried me. I drew a big crowd on vet day. When they took me out, after the fight and the caning, the boys and girls got to touch me and slap my naked body as they carried me. A lot a the male humans grabbed my titties. Not sure why humans like those so much, but seems they do. Hurts in kinda a good way when they grab.

Well like I said. Last week was this "last chance". They came in as I backed away. Telling me this time, if I was bad, they gonna hang me on the pole face down, all four ankles all together and behind my back. Well did I go along? Sorry, Puppy Girl is not the brightest pup in the litter. I fought, took the caning and got backed into my corner by four a them.

Then face down on the dirt. Front and back legs tied back. They kept saying "hog tied", well if it was for hogs, why using it on Puppy Girl? When they jerked me up on the pole I forgot all about the hog thing. Howling, barking and whining. My forelegs and hindlegs on fire. And they took their time. Making a point I guess.

Then the vet. Which maybe I'll get my nerve up ta tell ya about next time. Puppies don't like the vet.

I thought about it all as the human drove me to somewhere. Tomorrow was vet day. Was I gonna have the nerve to fight again. Or where would I be anyway?

 

[TPLover]

OOC: Keep it up, please, this is breathtaking!

 

[angie girl]

The Vet

We seemed to be driving like on and on and on. But the air still felt good on my face. And once in a while he was giving me a pat on my bare behind, which meant I was not in trouble. So that was way good.

So maybe I’ll tell ya about the Vet then? But ok just turn this off if you gross easy. I mean they do it to me once a week so I can’t ignore it. But you might not wanna hear. Last week was about the worst I guess. First that hog whatever thing, tying me like that, stringing me up for the kiddies and the men to poke at and play with. Leaving me hung out for the tourist for extra long. Lot’s a them fingers either grabbing my titties or going down there between my hind legs, wiggling up into my puppy place. Where of course human males didn’t belong right? I mean, way sicko right? We all know what that’s for. Jeez.

But that was the easy part. Ok I gotta admit, am making out like a real toughie bitch huh? And I tried, I fought em every step. Except, when I saw that green door coming up, knowing they was carrying me in there, knowing what was behind it and all. That was the Vet’s office. I wanted to be brave and fight. But.

They always stopped for a while right outside. Whether it was me or the other puppies. Stopped so I could pee myself from fear, just hadda let go, couldn’t help myself. Me such a fighter, and them always poking and laughing at me as I lost control. My pee spurting out behind me and all over the cement.

This one’s tough in her pen, they’d sneer. Out here she ain’t even paper trained. Get her near the green door she’s juss like the rest. Juss a scared lil puppy peeing herseff.

When I was all done they’d open the door and take me in. And by then I was shaking like a mutt in a cold rain. No more brave Puppy Girl. This was the Vet’s office.

Ya see, when I was a lil puppy they brought me here. I was so good, shaking my rear, tossing my mane. But it was what they call a learning experience. So that ya would behave for the Vet from then on. He wore green, always green, and the table always hard and cold. Showed me sumpin long and silver they called a cattle prod. Well I don know what a cattle is, never seen or met one, but wouldn’t wanna be anything that that thing was made for. Well, to make a bad story short, the Vet put it where nothing is suppose to go, and then there was this click and then wham the world turned white and nuthin but puppy whimpers for so long.

So no good memories as they carried me in every week. Last Tuesday being even worse. Whimpering as they put me on the cold table. Of course the tourist people outside the viewing window. The he comes in, and I hide my eyes behind my mane. Laying on my side. So this is the one? I hear him say, the one can’t learn the rules? Now I am way afraid he means me. Ok, his voice says, let’s try a refresher. And now I see it, the long silver thing, the something prod thing. And right off I am chokin up my doggie biscuits. And that seems to make him angry. But well, then that feeling of it going up inside there, like before. Whimpering, whining, struggling, click, all white world, choking puppy whines. Laying still shuddering with doggie slobber runnin outa my muzzle. The human people clapping and laughing.

Well the rest of the visit was like always. Which didn’t seem near as bad as it had before. The needle things, for some reason he hadda stick tons of needles in me, no idea about how many since puppies never learn to count, but he stuck more times than I had paws. Lots of feeling and pumping all over with his fingers. Big bright thing in my ears and then my mouth. Then the worst of course. This the reason none of us could crawl back to our pens. On my back, knees up, hafta hold still cause he says so, and I hear and smell the green glove thing on his hand, and then I am biting lip big time as he sees how far he can get his whole hand up in my puppy place. Way up, grabbing and doing things to my puppy making parts. Wanting to whine but being so quiet. Thinking a that cattle thing. Feeling him go deeper and higher till my tummy aches. I always bleed too but I guess he expects that cuss he never scolds me.

Well then the words all us puppies dread so much. Good doggie, now roll over. Yeah, well this part I can't bring myself to say more about, cept it is a real pleaser for the kiddies, and is major reason I've never been able to walk outa the office.

But when that’s over he closes the curtain and we do the special injection. Of course I have no idea why this is required, but he puts his human male thing, all bare and pink, in my mouth (I know, how weird huh?) and then after much moaning and pushing in and out spurts this awful gooey stuff in my mouth and says loud angry things to me till he is sure I have swallowed it all. Makes me open wide to be sure is all gone in my tummy. Always tells me I am a good bitch after that (so wow, if so good, could we have skipped the cattle thing?) and that his special stuff is good for me. So I guess it keeps the fleas off me or sumpin? Like I should know?

Big slap on my flank and he leaves. Course I can’t move for aching in my tummy and back legs. And they carry me back, dump in the pen, telling me this will make next week look like a walk in the park if I keep misbehaving.

So that’s the Vet visit and maybe you can see why I try to behave for him, but he is secretly not my best buddy. And what’s a walk in the park anyway, must be sumpin cool, and do puppies ever get to go on them? Not this one.

But the cool air still feels so wild on my face! Wiggling my puppy butt more and more.

 

[AWOL]

Such bright lights, must be day...maybe nite i no sure. Hmmm...there's that other puppy girl. First time i saw her was 2 days ago..wait no maybe more its hard to tell time in this place.

Oh no there is the green one, wonder how come he never change. Maybe he really green, he is so mean always beating me with things and kicking me. My side still hurts...i hear them say if i where good i could go...i guess maybe where that one goes to.

It's just so hard to be good for these people, do such mean things...making me bathe people down in the puppy place. I hate doing that.... yuck. I will try to be good though i will be a good boy, just to get out of here.

What is he doing, why does greeny always do that, i no think she likes that much. Be funny if she bite down...hehehe no more puppy place. Oh no gotta look down he coming back. Bye bye puppy girl....he hate me looking at him... maybe i ugly or sumthin..no matter.

I gotta be good to go to other puppy home, where she lives. So i be a good boy.

 

[angie girl]

waking up

Ok, Puppy Girl is waking up. And thinking it is Tuesday, so of course Vet day like I described, so normally I’d be upchucking first thing. But here I am, eyes peaking from under a huge blanket, where did that come from? Laying on a soft floor, which is way weird huh? This is not my pen. The human male is dressing in human clothes as he notices me. Now of course I know I am in trouble, so I whimper back under the blanket.

I know you’re scared, he says, but I have to go out. You will stay right here. On your blanket. Understand?

My puppy eyes so wide and bright, shaking my mane in a happy up and down, trying to look like a good good puppy. No idea what was going on. This was Vet day? Why was I here? There is food and water next to you, the tall male says, don’t get up, but you can pee pee on the paper in the bathroom. Now stay Puppy! Stay!

I stare as the brown door thing closes. I am alone. No tourists. Not on my pad in the pen. Never seen a brown door before, what can be behind that? Probably worse than the green door? Am sure it is worse. But now I look at the food. Human food, a big orange tiger on the front of the box thing. And I know that is milk. And some fruit stuff. Not even brown fruit. Some tourist kid threw me that flakey stuff from a box once and it was super good. But. But, I’d have to use my fore paws to open it. And wow, is that no way allowed! But no one is here huh? I mean it is just this room. And the human male told me it was my food. Oh I am gonna be a bad bad puppy. Ripping open the tiger box with teeth and claws.

Milk, sweet flakes, fruit. Happy happy puppy.

So while I snorff down my food I should tell you about the rest of the week. After Vet day and before the Puppy day.

ooc: Like I am sure No One is reading this by now. And everybody jump in who wants. But I am on a mission to complete this my way.

 

[Kepic]

OOC: I'm reading it! Was considering playing a 'dog' next door... but AWOL obviously thought of that, so I'm reconsidering...

 

[AWOL]

Hey here they come again, i've been a good puppy lately. Its been so hard though with those meanines kicking me and stuff. I'd rather just bite them like i usually do, but no i am being good boy. So i can be at other puppy place. I mean there has to be one right? Otherwise where the puppy girl go. Oh no here they come again no more kicks please no more kicks....

"Hey maybe he will come get this one today. I mean he has been finally broken, as docile as a kitten. He be perfect for those damn tourist."

"True, but we have had so much problem with him i am not sure he will take him. Well see about it later, we got to ghet ready anyway. Comon"

I must be good puppy no more kicks hmm.... are they talking about me. Am I going? Hope so this place stinks, no really it does there is some kinda ordor form behind that door over there. It ouchies to move...i will sleep sweet puppy dreams...

 

[angie girl]

Getting Fat

Ooc: Take a shot at being the human male Kepic. Whit dropped out a while back (as I assumed everyone would). Laugh.

ic: Each day after Vet day the crowds got bigger and bigger. Just like my tummy. The Wednesday day I just got kinda pouchy. Still cute and pink. But the tourist musta thought I was cute. Lots a picture taking stuff. They had trained me to sit up, my bare butt on my heels, hands held up, so to show off my white titties and my swelling tummy. Snap snap snap. Pictures.

Plus was expected to go up to the fence and let them all touch me through the petting holes. Hands reaching in. Oh how I wanted to snap and bite. Yeah sure Puppy Girl, then the gray truck takes you away. The gray truck never came back. So they sorta grabbed and touched. And I let em.

Good thing? The food got so good on Thursday. Fruit, yeah sure mostly brown, and chewey meat, and white stuff with a brown crust all soaked in a yellow tasty wetness. Yummy. Eat eat eat. Much eat. Puppy Girl was put on the flat funny metal thing with dangling ornaments. I have learned that whatever that thing was, if it was wrong, I should have eaten more. So if it was wrong, of course that meant the cane thing. Whip and ouch. So I eat lots and lots before the intricate measuring thing. Even the brown fruit, causs better than a whipping huh?

The crowds got bigger as my belly did. And lots more petting at the fence. Poking, pinching, my titties and tummy. Sure it kinda hurt and they didn’t show me much good strokes. But Puppy Girl knew why she was here. Right? Not like a way big choice. Well that was what the next days were like. Getting fat. Tourist poking my titty nipples, and jabbin fingers in my swollen belly. Specially the young male human’s liked to grab my nipples and twist. Sure it hurt. And so? Like I was s’ppose ta do what? Once I bit a finger and wow, lemme tell ya, will never do that again! They got a special box for bad puppies who do that. Not a nice nice place ta be cramped up for a week!

Sometimes a weird thing would happen. If there was just one tourist male or maybe one and another, then they would kinda laugh and put there human male things through the petting holes. All red and long while they coaxed me over. Well of course it was another special injection, I knew that, so I would go over and kneel up and lick and suck on the red things just like I did with the Vet. The Vet must not have enough time to do all these himself. And I’m sure he was glad to get someone else to do them. Couldn’t be any fun have puppy slobber all over that thing? So I would behave and suck good till they shot the special stuff in my mouth and then I’d lap it up and try not to let any spill. Waste was always bad. Usually it tasted kinda salty and slick but not too bad. But sometimes it was way ugh and like rotten. Still I made myself swallow it of course.

Tried so hard to be good. Funney cause during the sucking part the males were all cooing and nice nice but then right after the swallow part they called me a bitch and words like jizz eating slut. Whatever that was. But they seemed disgusted anyway. They must hate the puppy slobber getting on them? I mean I tried to lick it all off before they took it away. I wouldn’t want their slobber on me.

So those days were boring mostly. Food and fatter. My belly button popped out and usually the Vet came and did some looking in my puppy place. Right in the pen, just rolled me on my back and put a hard cold thing up there and looked around. Course this got a crowd. The younger males got real wide eyed and giggled. Usually he just slapped my rump and went away. Once they took me to the green door, puking, and then lots of needles and whimpering and I woke up in my pen and my tummy was flat and it wasn’t even puppy day. So I don’t know what happened that time. Am sure I was bad, hadn’t eaten enough maybe, but lucky I didn’t get put in the bad box.

Well I know this is all boring. And I am about done with these super sweet flakey things. I spilled the milk, not very good with my forepaws since I hardly use them, so I am licking the milk out of the carpet, hoping he won’t see. Waste is always bad. But bad news. He said go pee pee on the paper in the bathroom? Of course I am paper trained, I’m not a baby, but what’s a bathroom? I don’t see any paper anywhere. Even crawl around the big square soft thing. Nothing. Oh boy. There is a door but puppies don’t just go through doors without being told. So I’ll maybe sit on this nice blanket and hope he comes back. But boy do I hafta pee pee!

 

[angie girl]

Male Human

Puppy! He cries out. Oh gawd Puppy big trouble. He is back and Puppy did sumpin bad wrong. He pokes his head in that door place. Puppy! The papers are dry, did you pee pee today?

Big shaking my thick mane. Way big shakin no. I did not, did not. He stares. Oh shit, he says, you didn’t know where the bathroom is? Fuck. Puppy! Heel!

Trotting fast to his side. Now see? he points, paper, so go! Now!

Oh it was the door thing. Well come on, what was I to know? I scoot in the little cold room and squat over the papers. Ohhhhhh…Ohhhhh…so good,. much pee pee. He laughing. I am sorry Puppy, he says, it is my fault. Fault? What? His fault? Way big confusion in my Puppy head. Juss feels good to let it go.

Heel Puppy, he is saying as he sits on the huge square soft thing. I scurry to his feet, on my belly looking up. Do you know what day it is Puppy? He asks. Day? Am I suppose too know? It is Vet day. But wait. Should have been in the green door by now. Oh shit, sumpin wrong, Puppy in trouble. Need them needles and then special injection. And the rest a the bad things. Those things in my Puppy hole and the things I won talk about.

Puppy Girl? You are here now, I know you are scared, but that just means you have to talk to me. Tell me about Puppy day.

Talk? Like, as if? Talk? So ok..

Arf arf ruff ruff! Eyes wide and shaking my mane real happy like. A lil drool on my chin. They like that.

No Puppy, talk. Real talk. You can do that can’t you?

Staring at him. Oh. Big sigh. Ok, so this is it, he makes me do human talk and then the gray van comes. Puppy Girl goes away.

Talk to me or go back to the Puppy farm, he says, scratching my ears, and you missed the Vet visit didn’t you?

Barely able to breath. Missing Vet visit meant the cattle thing. Meant it over and over. Head shaking up and down. Look up at me, he is saying. So I do, so scared I would pee cept I just did. His eyes strong but sorta kind?

Get up on the bed, he pats the big soft thing, hop up and talk to me.

I know Puppy Girl is like all done with, so now, whatever. I hop. Wow. Nothing ever felt so soft, and snuggly blankets, him pulling me next to him. Scratching my ears with my head in his human lap.

Tell me about Puppy day, he insists. So I do.

 

[angie girl]

Puppy Day

My head in his lap kinda. Curled up on the big square soft thing. Him putting a blanket over me which I clutch at in fear. At first just whimpers and little snarfing barks. I mean come on, I hadn’t done this since I was a baby puppy. But he slaps my snout a little and it kinda shakes me out of it.

Pu..puu..pup…puppy day is most important day, a soft small voice says, way most important. Puppy’s hafta do good or sum times the gray truck comes.

Ok, tell me about it. Scratching my ears, which is feeling for sure good even though so so scared.

I nefer sleep the night bufore, am too fat and all the kicking and crawlin goin on inside. Put my paw on my tummy and feel them squirming, knowing I won get ta see them once they get out. So sorta make puppy cooing sounds for them? Is way dumb I am sure.

Mmmm, just go on.

Wull, the puppies are never allowed out till the tourists are there, an I kin tell ya sum times that is not a bit easy, keeping em in. So far I been able to though, so no gray truck. Yet. Wull, once the crowd is big enough with all the pic pic things ready I get on my puppy perch, which usually the two dufus’s hafta lift me, but I guess the pic pic things work better if I am up there. So then I just hafta get the puppies out fast enough that it don’t hurt forever but not so fast they get all bunched up and hurt coming out. It takes a long time though to do it all.

Go on, his male human voice says. Petting me, rubbing my neck under my mane.

Wull I usually did it laying on my side and one hind leg up? Once tried on my back with paws up but a couple puppies fell off the perch which is never good. Or up on all fours ya know? The way the male dogs like us? But then they sorta fell out and hit the floor too hard. So on my side is best. Plus the tourist people seem to get most excited with the pic pic things that way, and a course they are the most important right?

Sure Puppy Girl, go on, finish.

The first one is way the worst, all the red stuff and everything, and it usually gets stuck or sumpin just before it comes out, so that is no way comfortable cause it using its baby claws trying to get out. And worse, lots a times the first one doesn’t look at all right, like it didn’t get done or sumpin, and can’t move very well. Always feel sorry for that first one. But can’t figure out how to make it get done like the others?

I know puppy, it’s ok, just tell me.

Well the tourist people are always big time shocked when they come out, seeing the furry little four footed pups scrabbling out of my puppy place, usually crying and pointing and saying stuff like "they’re dogs", "puppies", "comin right outa her!". And usually some a the female ones all a sudden take little naps on the hard walk, which does not look comfy, but who knows huh? Anyway waz the big deal? I mean where do they think puppies come from? Has to be my puppy place right?

And after they are out? Tell me.

Oh, wull if the dufus’s don come right off, I try to lick em clean, causs they are all slimey and nasty, which is my fault causs it muss be that way up in my tummy? Am thinking the bad smelly fruit is why am that way? But who knows? So if the sun is warm they dry out and are so cute and feel so good all crawlin on me with little paws and tongues. They always find my titties and nips and bite and start getting my milk, which is ouch, cause a their sharp teeth, but I let em get at me anyway. Is ok, they don know it hurts. I juss like the way they feel climbing all over me. I am thinking maybe they liked being in my tummy and are saying thanks? Oh well.

Yes Puppy Girl, finish now.

Wull, the dufus’s always come and put them in a box thing and then I am never seeing them again. Well of course what would I know to do with them? Then there is this messy part that comes from my tummy, like I never figured that out, no way that was ever gonna be a puppy? But the dufus’s clean me up then, because then the important part of Puppy Day.

The puppies aren’t the important part?

Uh, I don think so, is the only day that tourists allowed in my pen, is a huge big deal I am sure. All the little tourist and females go away and then some a the male humans get to come into my pen, usually as many humans as I have paws, however many that is. I gotsta admit this part is no fun at all, but I know how important, so I never snap or bark, that would be gray truck time.

Looking up at the male human. He has those water things running outa his eyes, like I seen before in humans, like I made sure I covered up if ever happened to me, thinking puppy girls shouldnt get those water things. Why does he?

Wull, they are usually really really mad at me, and I never figure out why, juss try to go along with them ya know? What do they do Puppy Girl? Oh, keep me on the puppy perch and mostly they like to get my milk out, sometimes sucking my nippies to drink it, seems they way way like my titties. Which gives me funny feelings but mostly hurts. They like my snout too, all the time licking at it and even pushin their tongues in my muzzle, how weird is that? The male dogs never do that?

But they mad, always saying "we’re gonna fuck you like a bitch", "gonna mount that puppy cunt like a dog", "you like it like a dog? Get that ass up like a dog you tramp!". Mad stuff. I mean, dah, how else to fuck me except like a dog? Oh well, the male dogs are mad too when they do it. Everyone’s mad at Puppy Girl, but I do try. But anyway, they do those things, tugging and pulling at me, and putting their human male things in my puppy place, or sometimes they gimme a special injection, which I guess the Vet tells them to do, I dunno, and the funny part is they lots a times sort of miss? Ya know? Miss my puppy hole and do the wrong thing? Not so funny the way it hurts but, dah, for smart humans is pretty dumbo? Even the male dogs don make that mistake.

How long does this go on puppy? His fingers furiously rubbing my mane.

Long? ummm, it is dark when they leave. Then they come with needles and I sleep which is so good causs everything hurts by then.

Then?

Then? Am sorry? Do I need to tell more? Then I wake up and it is Mating Day.

Looking up at him those water things are all over his face. And all over mine too. Which must be trouble for Puppy Girl. I’m not going to the Vet today am I? I whisper. No Puppy Girl, never again, he is saying soft. Of course I knew that, I’d be in the gray truck pretty soon. But for sum reason I am wishing he would gimme one last special injection and am trying so hard to get his human clothes open to where his human male thing would be. Bad bad fore paws, never do what I want! He doesn’t say anything, but I hear the zipping noise and there it is. Big and red like it’s ppose ta be.

Puppy Girl? He says jerking me up by my full dark mane, only if you want to? Understand?

Understand? Puppy unnerstan? Did I? Looking up with my best wet puppy eyes, shaking my mane yes, yes, up and down. For him.

 

[angie girl]

ooc: Stop me beofre I give birth! someone tell me whether or not to finish this madness?

 

[Kepic]

OOC: Um... whether or not to finish this thread? If it's making you feel uncomfortable, or you're not having fun with it, then simply stop. These things should be enjoyable for the readers and writers.
Actually, thinking about it, it's much more important that it's enjoyable for the writers, those who don't enjoy it just reading it can simply stop reading it. The writer has to/the writers have to do both.

[Edited by Kepic on 10-17-2000 at 01:27 PM]

 

[angie girl]

what kinda politically correct crap is that Kepic? why can't men answer a question anymore? never mind babe, I am on a mission...last post tomorrow...who cares

 

[Kepic]

OOC: I can't help being a nice guy... just the way I am... *sniff*...

 

[angie girl]

Big Mac

Am thinking it was day after Vet day when I woke up. No needles, no terrible feeling up my puppy place. Big sigh, well it waz ok, so the gray truck came? I waz tired of this stuff anyway.

Lifted my frazzled puppy head, light coming in, and oh sure great. Waz on the big soft square thing with the human male. No puppy laid down with male humans. This was total gray truck time. Big sigh. Still, was way hungry. Him asleep. All them sweet flakes were gone. Hadta pee so went in the "bathroom" and did on the paper like a good puppy. Wow, wet on the floor and gray truck be here in a blast.

He gets up. Rubs my head, pulls me up on the soft thing, human arms around me? Oh well, is way too late for Puppy Girl. Still, feels good. Stay! He says going to the "bathroom", of course I curl up on the square soft thing. Feels good. Much better than my puppy perch. Then he comes out, all wet and pink, I can smell him. It is a good smell.

Puppy, he says, I have some things here for you. Dumps stuff from a bag thing on the bed. These are girl things, I want you to put them on, not puppy girl things, real girl things? You understand? I am staring from under the blankets. Uh yeah right, am thinking, girl things? Oh well, the gray truck muss be waiting anyway, so whatever.

Wull, can I admit? We had fun, gettin them on to me, I tried so so hard with my forepaws, he toll me what went where, but paws couldn’t do it. He helped. Wow, big wow, those super soft pinky things around my puppy place, and then some cuddly soft thing over my head, and a pretty color blue thing he pulled up over those puppy place things. All felt so comfy and soft. He was making noises that maybe were laughing. I laughed once.

Then put some white squirmey things on my hind paws like I saw the tourists wear. Funny but cute. Then it got serious. Stand up Puppy Girl, he says, we’re going to breakfast.

So my puppy heart pounds way hard, oh no, I saw a puppy stand up once and there was this loud noise and all the red stuff and then the gray truck. So this was it? Oh well, I tried to stand up. He helped, held me, he felt strong and good. Let’s go get a BigMac, he says, taking me through the door. Daylight, sun. BigMac? Oh major big puppy happinest attack. When I saw the yellow big arch things like all the tourists had on there lil bags, I want to make those big wet water things on my face.

So then we are in that yellow arch place at some sit up table place. And this way big wonderful smelly thing in front of me. So I snarf. Muzzle eating, chewing, fore paws trying ta help. He laughs. I eat.

Puppy Girl? He says? Will you tell me about Mating Day?

Wiff you gut me nuther smelly Big Mac? I say eating the wonnerful warm thing.

Get you as many as you want puppy, if you tell me.

Wull tull, my snout full of BigMac good stuff.

ooc: one more post then shoot me.

 

[angie girl]

the end

Mating Day

For some bad reason I always go first on mating day. Which is a bad thing causs the male dogs are all eager and ready. Admit I always turn like a bright pink all over when I hafta go past the crowd of tourists, all sitting on the funny seat things that make some of them way up high. Way more crowds than even on puppy day. For some reason they are always whistling and cheering things like "come and get her!" or "chow time boys!" As if the males need to be told? Jeez, am sure they smell me coming as soon as I leave the pen.
Stopping to snarf some more warm tasty things. Not using my forepaws and people staring.

How many males are there puppy? He asks. And oh boy now is he gonna take away my tasties causs I don’t know how many?

Way more than I have paws, I say hopefully, I don’t know about "how many" after that.

Ok, just go on then Puppy Girl.

Well of course the males all live together in the big wooded area, which is way huge, and you can’t even see the other sides of. But the mating area is this green funny grass area in front of the tourists. Thaz where puppy girls have to stay. Not that I’d wanna go wandering off in the woods, don’t magin anyone would hear from Puppy Girl again, huh?

I understand puppy, swallow your food and go on?

Big gulp. This organgey sauce stuff is so good! And these long thin things! A puppy would die for! Well, back to mating day. So the dufus’s have to keep all the males from running up at once, which sometimes I like watching, causs those males sure want to get past them, and the dufus’s always look so stupo. Course if too many get past that is a way bad thing for Puppy Girl, the males all the time snarling and biting and drooling over me and each other. No way they ever learned to play well together. I get bit every time, and they don’t even get their snouts slapped, wow, what if I bit someone that way? Big trouble.

Do the males mount you then Puppy Girl? He asks.

If that’s the getting on my back and rubbin all over my rump thing, then yeah, they do that. Plus putting their male part inside my puppy place and making it wet. Like I say, they’re better at it than the tourist males, but then they would be huh? Since they’re dogs?

How many males on one day puppy?

That "how many" thing again. For sure he’s gonna not get me another warm tastey thing if I don’t figure out this "how many" thing. Juss all the one’s get past the dufus’s? I finally say, hanging my head down, covering my face with my mane.

And what do the tourist do?

Huh? Wull, what they always do, the click click stuff and whistles and calling me nasty names. I wish they’d like Puppy Girl more, I never know what I did to them. But when they take me out, then I pose different ways for the pic pic things. And then go back to my pen. And then it is the day after mating day and everything starts over.

Long pause. Only the sound of me gobbling the crispy thin things. Stay here puppy, he says, I’ll be right back. Shaking my mane up and down, yes yes. But soon as he goes I see it. And choke on my tastey things. Scrambling under the table on the hard dirty floor. Curl up and disappear, curl up and disappear, I am saying to myself over and over. Whimpering must give me away, or maybe all those humans leaning down and looking at me with wide eyes. Causs he finds me easy. Puppy! He whispers sternly, get up here, what is the matter with you? I’ve got your Big Macs here, get up!

But refusing. Forget BigMacs even. But him so strong, dragging me by my mane even. People really looking now. But then he sees it too. Outside with the human cars. Aw shit! He says way too loud, the gray van!

Dragging me across the floor, humans so startled looking, out the door and to the gray van? No. Opens car door and pushes me in. Take these Puppy Girl! Use your hands! Your hands silly! I grab big bag of tasties with my front paws, hands? Him getting in next to me. Me still can’t stop looking at the huge gray van.

Now sit up like a girl, use your hands, yes, your hands, he tells me starting the noisy thing, eat your Big Macs, we’re leaving, Angela. We’re leaving.

Angela? Who’s Angela? But the gray van is now way tiny behind the human car. And I have a huge bag of warm tasties. And we are leaving.

The End of the Puppy Girl Story

If you want the X-Rated version (I chickened out) email me and maybe I’ll send it. If you hated the whole thing, sue me, I warned you up front. If you want to read my inspiration (how could this have been inspired?) try reading the great satirical essay (http://art-bin.com/art/omodest.html):

A Modest Proposal (For Preventing The Children of Poor People in Ireland From Being a Burden to Their Parents or Country, and For Making Them Beneficial to The Public)
by, Jonathan Swift
(I in no way suggest that Puppy Girl approaches Swift’s essay.)

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*The Crowd is on their feet and Cheering Loudly for Such a Beautifly wrote ending (My ICQ is 89437252 And i dont have E-mail so send it over there)*
I would Like to Say That im Sorry this didnt work out as well for you as you hoped, and i was about to come into it because it was going well, but thats ok..*nods* i hope you have more fun on the other threads, if you want to Make that
"The End" With a "?" Then I would enjoy coming and participating in this...heh...Well I would! ^^

 

[angie girl]

Oh I wasn't expecting anyone to jump in, a few people tried and I probably rudely shut them out. I should have just written the whole thing and sent it in.

Can Puppy Girl continue? I don't know. Maybe if somebody gives me an idea. But I'd want it to be interactive next time.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

An idea!

How about we Start this up again, with puppy girl Being Helped into a Real Family...(that should make a few laughs, and a bit of RP'in) Or Somthing Like that...That way we could have a family...Thus making it interactive.