Horny Writings

Hanging with my pup

Based on a prompt from That Pupi

Content warnings: Petplay

I love my little pet! She's the cutest puppy in the whole world. I love to wake up to her heat when we hug, and to play with her hair when she's naked. Sometimes I even dress her up, whenever I decide she needs something to wear, of course.

Most of the time I like to see her skin though. Is't she beautiful like that? Just the sight of her collared neck turns me on so much, but she doesn't know that, she doesn't know a thing, she's just a poor little puppy waiting for some instructions.

Whenever she needs some attention she comes to me, I like to see her crawl, but I'm not strict, she can walk too or even just roll to me. She's so needy and desperate, but that's exactly why I love her. How could I deny some belly rubs to those puppy eyes?

Or even better, I know she enjoys having her ears scratched, she's such a good little pet. You can see her happiness in the way she waves her tail and stomps her feet. She gets so excited!!!

Even though she's a really obedient puppy, sometimes she needs to be put in her place, I don't really enjoy doing this, but discipline builds better pets and she has to be the best. Luckily, a little leash pull or a spank or two do the job most of the time.

On a side note, I'd really like to talk about how I keep my pet clean. This is something most owners don't know, but puppies do love baths. Pupi, especially, is super into being showered.

I usually make her kneel in the bathtub while I apply hair products and soap to her. I try to cover every spot of her body, carefully rinsing her from time to time just to be sure she's not cold or anything. Remember, this kind of pet is pretty sensitive to low temperatures, if you like to keep her healthy, you better pay attention to how warm the water is.

While doing this, I look at her face as often as I can. I just love to see her smile and to hear her stammer those beautiful doggy sounds she makes whenever she's comfortable enough.

I usually take this time to touch her a little bit, just to play with her mind a little bit. Sometimes I wonder if I should maybe restrict her speech to puppy noises while she's in this mindframe. I bet she'd do a great job, although I'd have to lose the beautiful ways she says thanks for the care I put into her.

To dry my puppy, I make her stand up and use both a hair dryer and a towel. I dry her precious feet first, sometimes I can't help myself from kissing them, after that I just go upwards, caressing her body and playing with her.

When she's dry enough, I put my clean puppy back in bed. She lays there without a care in the world, naked and ready to play, this sole sight makes her totally deserve some snacks, that's why I feed her some chocolate from my hand whenever I can. I know chocolate could kill dogs, I guess that's one of the advantages of having a somewhat human pet.

Taking Care

co-written with That Pupi

Content warnings: Medical kink, feeding, loss of consciousness

As every time I wake up, I lay half conscious in my bed waiting for you to come. I'd love to say this is my morning ritual, but it's been a while since time stopped making sense. Time is what you say it is, I just follow your words.

You walk in. Your blurry silhouette makes me so incredibly happy. Are you scribbling something? I hope I'm doing well. You give me a number that I understand as the current day. It's not a regular date, but more of a progress code that doesn't make any sense to me. It doesn't have to.

I recognize the sounds of the machines that you turn on the moment you walk past me, the lights, the colors. I let out a tiny laugh of joy, yours is more condescending, but I still take it as a compliment.

Slowly you begin the ritual of changing my nutritional supplement. It's been a long while since I last truly ate, but the way you describe food makes it feel like it never stopped. I love the way you talk to me about textures and smells, the taste of my favorite dishes, I could hear you talk for hours, your voice is about as powerful as the sedants in my body.

I drool and laugh, you play with my hair, the grey mush that feeds me is slowly filling me, and this is the most joyful moment of my waking time. There's no aftertaste, it's all dry, but my brain, or whatever you've turned it into, is telling me this is heaven, and I believe it.

You murmur another code to me and type something in the computer next to the bed to which I'm strapped to. It's time for you to go, I want to cry, even if my body doesn't let me anymore. I'll be waiting for you.