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I made a little noise and wiggled so Master would know I wanted my tail.
“Good boy, pup. That’s right.” Master kissed my head as he stroked my back again. “Can you bark for me, pup? Let me hear how much you want your tail. Let me hear how excited you are to wag your tail.”
Oh, barking was…
But I wanted my tail…
And it would make Master very happy…
I barked.
And Master slid the tail in, making me bark again, which made him laugh.
“I knew you could do it, pup.” Master was gentle as he pushed the tail the rest of the way in. He kissed my head again and was so excited he was smiling ear to ear. “Such a good pup. That’s right. Now see if you can wag your tail. You can do it.”
I was Master’s pup.
I had a tail.
Oh, I wagged my tail.
Yep, the pups online hadn’t lied about tails.
Happy tail. Happy Master. Happy pup.
Chapter 15
Bex
He loved it.
Part of me was relieved that I hadn’t read him wrong and part of me wanted to crow about how smart I was.
Yeah, not the best response but he was so excited and so cute.
He vibrated with energy as he slowly shifted and explored how the harness felt wrapped around him, but he kept his movements careful. I wasn’t sure if he thought something would hurt unexpectedly or if it was like savoring a dessert but nothing in his behavior or the look in his eyes said he was upset. So I let him explore and wiggle and wag.
Oh, he wagged.
Payton wagged so much it was a good thing he’d already come.
He’d never been particularly subtle about his interest in tails but sometimes expectations didn’t match reality. However, in this case they seemed to align perfectly. My adorable pup started out slowly clenching and gently shifting the tail but the more comfortable he got as a pup the faster his ass swung back and forth.
He was a whole-body wagging kind of pup and it was everything I’d been imagining since we’d first met.
When he let out another almost bark, I couldn’t help smiling as I petted his head. “Good boy, pup. That’s so good. I’m so proud of you.”
I wasn’t sure he knew he was making the sound but I wanted to do my best to make sure he knew I loved it. Second-guessing how I was feeling would not make it easier on him. I wanted my pup to be excited to explore this new part of himself. I wanted every aspect of this experience to be associated with happy emotions and all the praise he could want.
“Good boy.” That got more happy wiggles and a visible reaction from his already half-hard cock. His recovery time was amazing but I wasn’t going to focus on that unless he actively made that decision.
And I was pretty sure his brain would have to stay a bit more focused on it before he would think of having that kind of playtime. For the time being, it looked like his thoughts were jumping around almost randomly, so I let him wiggle and bark while I did my best to ignore his beautiful cock.
My happy pup seemed to love the praise just as much as his sub side did but this part of him wasn’t as shy about it. He bumped his head into me and yipped excitedly, making me laugh as I rocked backward. “Silly pup.”
He seemed to agree because I got another soft bark as he jumped on me and squirmed. “Does my silly pup want cuddles or to play? I have a ball for you.”
It was more like a toddler’s toy than a ball for a pup but it would roll across the room and the little bars that held the hexagonal toy together would be easy for him to grab with his mouth. Reaching into the bag as he ducked his head down against my chest and raised his ass up to wag his tail curiously, I showed him the toy.
“Should we play? You’re going to be so fast.” I wouldn’t push if he didn’t seem interested in the idea, but this was all so new to him, I wasn’t sure he’d even thought about chasing a ball. “One time so I can play with my pup?”
Yes, that caught his attention.
Pleasing me was definitely still a primary focus of his excitement.
Tossing the ball across the room along the path I’d cleared earlier, I laughed as he scrambled off me and started for the toy. His slightly high-pitched yip and cute wiggle said he’d realized running as a pup made his tail even more fun, but it’d startled him and got more laughter from me as I sat up and leaned against the couch.
“That’s my good boy. Good job, pup.” His exuberance and just the way he threw himself into it said we’d found some kind of subspace because completely grown-up human Payton would’ve found a thousand things to worry about and obsess over before he chased the ball.
