Ch. 3 Puppygirl's Day Out

(All characters in this fiction are 18+ years of age and puppygirl is human)

"Alright, are you ready? We've got a couple of errands to run today. We've gotta get our grocery shopping done, head to the post office, and take you to the doctor for your checkup."

Puppygirl let out a sad whimper. The doctor...

"I know, I know. You hate the doctor. But if you're a very good girl, maybe you'll get a treat." Her ears immediately perked at this.

"Let's grab your leash and we'll head out!"

"Bork, bork, awwwwrrruff!" she couldn't help but exclaim.

Their first errand led them to the post office. Master had an important package that needed mailing, and he said sometimes it's just easier to do things in person.

And of course, there's a line when they get there.

Standing in lines was extremely boring. Where's the fun in standing in line? I've got butts to sniff, pillows to hump. Why do I have to waste my time sitting here? It must be important if master was willing to submit both of them to this torture, uggghhhhhh.

As she sat there, bored out of her gourd, she glanced ahead in the crudely arranged line and noticed another leashed puppygirl. Her heart caught in her throat. Another puppygirl! OOoooh wow, oh wow, wow!

Maybe this wouldn't be so boring.

It wasn't necessarily rare to see another puppygirl in public, but it also wasn't as common as people with an actual dog. But unlike regular pets, puppygirls were allowed in any business or establishment because why wouldn't they be.

A quick glance at her master let her know he was still concerned with the line.

Just a few spots ahead of them, the other pup's leash was being held by a man who appeared to be slightly older than master. She was a cute pup. Not dressed as scantily as herself, but very cute. She was wearing a slightly oversized and comfy looking sweater, some unbuttoned jean shorts, and even had a little tail poking up the back of them.

Puppygirl was in love.

As she stared admiringly, the other pup finally turned and noticed her as well. Both of their body posture immediately changes. Eyes now locked.

Neither owner seemed to notice.

Sensing an opportunity, the two pups cautiously pad toward each other, sniffing in each other's general direction. Thankfully, their leashes are long enough for this unplanned meetup to occur.

They each give a quick hello lick on the nose and face, before turning toward the more interesting and informative area of each other's groins and rumps. Still sniffing, probing, and nuzzling gently, careful to not offend the other.

Other pup has much easier access to her new friend, because of puppygirl's somewhat risque outfit. She loves the freedom of small skirts, sometimes choosing to go commando.

Puppygirl's nose and tongue swim in an intoxicating mix of tastes and smells, truly a feast for the senses. She can feel her head beginning to get a little fuzzy. Both of the pup's body language seemed to indicate that this unscheduled introduction is going well.

Still anxiously casting glances back to their owners for any sign of a command, they see none and return their eager attention to each other.

Other pup senses a subservience. Puppygirl's body language has betrayed her.

Seizing the moment, other pup attempts to assert dominance.

Rearing up on her knees, other pup paws anxiously at her unbuttoned jean shorts, to open them further. She then attempts to paw puppygirl's head down toward her puppy parts, thrusting toward her face. Pup's mouth begins to water at both the offering and display of dominance.

Clearly, this other pup had read her body language and odors correctly. Puppygirl is a puppyslut that has a deep desire both to please and to express her sexuality.

Puppygirl was hoping this would happen.

A few people in line begin to notice this display of puppy exuberance, as puppygirl is on all fours lapping tenderly and eagerly at the upright pup's partially exposed, and now saliva-slickened puppy peach.

Puppygirls would be puppygirls after all, but still, this kind of behavior was generally frowned upon in public spaces.

The affectionate lapping quickly progressed from tender to obscene, as other pup began grinding on pup's mouth and nose. Very stimulating.

Puppygirl couldn't believe her luck. So tasty. Smells sooooo good. This other puppy just rubbing her puppy parts all over my face. And so many people, some of them watching now. The small audience seemed to turn the both of them on even more. It was a thrill.

But they couldn't help themselves, they were puppygirls.

The dominant pup had her paws on pup's head, keeping it right where she wanted it. She pulled her in closer, so she could more easily hump her now dripping wet kitty (or puppy) against her partner's eager tongue. Dom pup's shorts were now most of the way down her legs.

They were beginning to make a mess.

Both of their humping reflexes had activated, but other pup's hips were rolling, searching for pleasure and moving toward it. Her face, now gone vacant with pleasure, her impressive labia now fully exposed for anyone to see, or in this case, taste.

The obscene display of puppy lust lasted for a few moments, before whimpers of pleasure emerged from dom pup. Clearly, both of them had gotten more than they had bargained for from a trip to the post office.

This was becoming a spectacle.

The two owners finally began to notice people staring at something. They looked down for their pups that should have been at their sides, but weren't.

And then they saw.

Each man hurried over to their beautiful and horny puppygirls, who were currently lost in puppy play, and began to separate them.

Whimpers and final tastes were taken, these two star-crossed lovers having had their furtive romance snatched away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry for the show folks," said master, as both owners apologized. Still more whimpers and whining coming from their girls.

Other pup was made decent again, her shorts were pulled back up. Both pups were now pulled close to their respective masters, who now vigilantly kept an eye on them.

We were just expressing some puppy exuberance, what was the big deal with that? Puppygirl thought to herself. "Awwwruf," she swore. She tried not to swear that much, but master couldn't tell when she swore. It all sounded like barks to him.

The two owners strike up a brief conversation, feeling obligated to after that display. "Looks like they like each other," the older man joked.

"Sure does," eliciting a laugh. "Maybe they ought to have a real playdate sometime," master offered, half-seriously.

"How about it Dot, would you like that? Play with your new friend sometime?"

Other pup responded, "AWWWRUF, AWWWRUFFF!" and a quick nuzzle of his leg.

"I think that's a yes!" he laughed.

Master turned to his puppygirl, "What do you think, Eve? Would you like a playdate sometime?" Her response was equally enthusiastic. "Well, we may need to then. Let 'em burn off some of that extra energy they always seem to have," as he lovingly ruffled her scruff.

"Dot here always seems to be getting up to trouble. She can be a tad bit mischievous," he said playfully, looking down at her.

Master thought to himself, Yeah, humping another puppy's face and trying to cum in a public post office could be defined as mischievous. But, of course, he didn't say that.

"Oh, that's okay. I know how it is. Eve here likes to dress a little differently than most, but she has a heart of gold." And a puppy peach that can take just about anything you throw at it.

They finished their pleasantries, returning to their places in the moving line. Each puppy staring longingly at the other until their respective master's business was finished. And then they left.

They better get that playdate.

Back in the car, puppygirl was visibly a bit sad. She didn't get to make a ton of friends. I mean, she has friends, but she doesn't get to see them as often as she'd like. Master's so busy sometimes with stupid human things, like having a job, earning a living, paying bills, making sure they have a roof over their heads and food on the table.

Just the dumbest, stupidest, most unfunnest, stuff.

But, he was master, and that's what masters do.

Their trip to the grocery store was much less eventful than the post office. Up and down the aisles they went, puppygirl on her leash, a close eye kept on her in case any other puppygirls happened to be in the store.

Master did notice that a janitor with a mop bucket had been shadowing them through the store, after a call for "clean up on aisle two," where they had just been. Puppygirl had maybe gotten a bit too riled up at the post office and appeared to be leaking. He quickened the pace of their shopping, to avoid making another scene.

And then they were back in the car.

"Last errand, then we're done," master said on their way to the doctor.

She couldn't help but whine.

Puppygirl had regular checkups every couple months at the doctor. She didn't like them. Who would? It was an unfun place, with weird chemical smells instead of good stinky smells, sometimes there were sick pups, and sometimes she had to get shots!

BARK of metaphorical outrage.

"Quiet," master commanded.

Making it at last to the doctor's office, they head inside and are warmly greeted by a receptionist. It's a bright, friendly, but also somewhat sterile looking office. Fake plants dot the room and well-worn magazines line the table, in case anyone is interested in reading years-old celebrity gossip.

The pair get checked in and confirm their appointment will be with Doctor Thorson today. It's only a few minutes in the waiting area before they're ushered into the exam room.

The attending nurse brings them down the hall to an exam room. She then goes over some preliminary questions, pretty standard stuff, a weigh-in, before exiting with "The doctor will be with you shortly."

Puppygirl hadn't smelled a single good thing since coming in here. Just cleaning supplies, YUCK! And there were silly, patronizing posters on the wall with puppygirls saying things like, "Just Hang In There", and "You Can Do It!"

She wasn't sure what 'it' was.

A few minutes later a knock at the exam room door, before slowly pushing open.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Thorson," the middle-aged woman introduced herself, a handshake extended to master.

"And this must be Eve. How are you today, Eve?" The doctor extended a hand down to Eve, who, being a good pup, shook her hand.

"Good pup. Now let's get you up on the exam table," as she patted it. A small ramp stairway was pulled out for puppygirl's convenience.

"Alright, now I'll have Eve undress so we can take a look," she said as she snapped on her exam gloves. Master helped get puppygirl undressed.

This part was the worst. Getting poked and prodded by some doctor. What did she know, anyway? Anybody could poke and prod someone. Heck, master could poke and prod me better than this lady could. The thought made puppygirl let out a tiny shhnarfff of laughter

This weird exam room, with its weird light. No window. It was like a jail.

But, she had to get it over with.

Puppygirl stood on all fours, like a good girl, while the doctor began to examine her naked puppy body in the fluorescent-lit exam room.

"Are there any issues you've been having, any problems? Changes in behavior, that sort of thing?" the doctor casually asked while shining her pen light in pup's mouth.

"Not really. She's usually pretty energetic and healthy. She has been a bit more... rambunctious let's say, lately."

"Hmmmm," the doctor said, checking in her ears, before moving to her back with a stethoscope.

"She may be in heat. It's not uncommon for puppygirls to go through several heat cycles in a year." She looked down at the exam table. "Yup, see that?" she pointed at a small and growing puddle on the table. "That's a sign right there. She's producing large amounts of arousal fluids."

"Oh, sorry," he apologized. "She kinda does that. Unless she's in heat all the time, it's kind of normal for her. There was a little run-in at the post office earlier today, with another puppygirl. I think that might have, uh, gotten her going a bit," emphasizing the last few words to this woman they had never met before today.

The doctor seemed to be listening, but not responding much. Puppygirl let out a small whine when the doctor began to poke around her butt, spreading her cheeks. Not sure what she was looking for, but her reaction seemed to indicate it was fine.

"Alright, Eve, I'll have you flip over onto your back. Please put your feet into these," she patted the stirrups. "Just need to check out the front now."

Puppygirl complied, like a good pup. She flipped over onto her back, a sign of submission, fully exposed. Couldn't they turn up the heat in here?

The doctor first examined her breasts; rubbing, feeling for anything abnormal. Satisfied, she began to rub her tummy, but not in the fun tummy rub way, more in a "I'm making sure your guts are in the right place," kind of way. Then she moved on to her little puppy peach, which was still making a mess.

The doctor grabbed a paper towel from nearby, gently wiping Eve as well as the table under her.

"Hmmmmm," she said, looking intently at and into pup's most delicate parts. Master, being a man, didn't have a full appreciation or understanding of exactly what was being checked or why. He just wanted his pup to have a clean bill of health.

After a few minutes, this part of the exam finished. The doctor had Eve get dressed again. There were a few shots to give, and those were accompanied by a bark or two of protest.

"Overall, she appears to be in really good health. Her hair is shiny, her teeth look good. Weight and vitals are good. She is definitely in heat though. It could be as short as a few days or as long as a week or two. Every puppygirl can be different."

"If it becomes too much of a problem, and if you're not already, you may want to consider breeding her. Regularly. More often when she's in heat. That should help to alleviate some of the symptoms, although maybe not entirely."

Master looked down at his sweet pup, and she at him.

A twinkle in her eye. A small movement in his pants.

"Alright, we will see you both in six months," and with one last goodbye headpat, the doctor left and they were done.

Finally.

What a day, puppygirl thought on the car ride home. First I meet a really cool puppy gal at the post office and get to poke her puppy parts, and then I get my puppy parts poked by some weird lady while master watched.

Some people like to watch...

The drive home was mostly silent. Master didn't touch the radio or say a word.

It was a relief to finally be home. It's hard being a good girl all day.

Only a minute or two after the front door closed, master called her and she trotted over. She stared up at him, this man that was her everything, waiting for a command, praise, or literally anything. Just say something

He uttered one word.

"Bedroom."

She complied.

One paw in front of the other, up the stairs, excitement growing between her cute little puppy thighs.

To be continued...