Dog Day's Pet Spa and Resort - Muffin & Me, Part 1

by hentropy

I am an orphan. Or at least, I don't know who my parents are, they gave me up when I was a baby to a local fire department. Like so many other kids in my position, I was punted in between foster homes. I was never treated that badly in most homes, but I never really felt like any of those places were my real home with loving, long-term parents. Maybe it was only a self-fulfilling prophecy that I never actually got adopted, then. Strangely enough, I had more fun at the group homes. The foster parents tended to be more domineering, in group homes I had some amount of independence, even though they weren't great places.

I was 13 when I was moved out of yet another foster home, back into limbo for a little while. The one thing I did like about the area we lived in was the school and feel of the town. I tried to talk my social worker into trying to find me another home in the area so I didn't have move again. She said there was one place, but it was more like an old-fashioned orphanage than a real foster home, but with only a few others and it would also give me a job of sorts and money of my own. It was a "Pet Spa", not a pound or vet but a place where people could send their pets to be pampered for a weekend or while their owners were vacationing themselves. I loved dogs and had a short interview with the owner of the facility, Miss Ambrose. She liked me and I liked her, and the place seemed interesting. Spending most of my times taking care of dogs was better than the boredom I faced on most days.

Since I was used to moving I could keep all of my belongings, mostly clothes, in two bags that I loaded in the back of Miss Ambrose's van as she took me there for the standard trial week. Ambrose was a tall, pretty woman in her 30s with long, dark hair and dark blue eyes. The building itself was relatively large two-story facility, with a big yard and doggie play-ground in the back. The "Spa" was called Dog Day's, a sort of cliched title but it seemed nice enough from the outside.

She led me inside to what looked like a reception area. It was a colorful waiting area, but since it was the middle of the day there wasn't anyone waiting. There was a girl, older than me, about 16 or 17 standing behind the counter, she looked a lot like Miss Ambrose, long dark hair, but with dark brown eyes instead of blue. She wore a very dark brown shirt with the business' logo on the front. Another strange feature was she was wearing a matching dark-brown collar.

"Hey mom. Is this the new girl?" she asked, looking to her and then to me, smiling. It didn't surprise me that they were related. As I got closer I saw a tag hanging from the collar, but it was like a dog tag, it was just a pendant of a chocolate bar.

"Sarah, this is Cocoa. She's the oldest of the girls that live here, and as you heard, also my daughter," Miss Ambrose said as Cocoa reached out her hand to me. Was her name really Cocoa? I shook her hand nervously.

"Heya, Sarah. You an orphan?" she asked, looking me over.

"Yeah..." I said, not used to someone being so forward about it.

"It's alright, a lot of the girls here are. We've never had a foster girl leave, though, and hopefully you'll stay and allow my mom to adopt you so you can become part of our family," she said smiling as she walked from behind the counter and opened the door behind the reception area. It almost seemed like she was saying girls got trapped here. As I walked behind her, I saw the back of her shirt it had "Cocoa" on it.

They showed me to the kennel area, it wasn't too big like a pound, only 15 or so kennels, with only about half of them actually being occupied. They weren't like the small cages you see in shelters, though. They were larger with durable fabric carpeting, the cage walls actually had drapes on them like little rooms.

"So Sarah, how old are you?" Cocoa asked as she walked beside me.

"Thirteen. As far as they can tell. I don't know my exact birthday..." I said, trailing off again.

"So you go to Tower Middle School, then? Or did you just move out here?"

"Yeah, I'm going there now."

"Hmm, we only have one other girl going there. 3 girls are going to the high school, and another 3 are going to the elementary school. Muffin will like having another girl here her age," she said. Muffin? Did everyone here have some kind of name like that. Miss Ambrose looked down at me, sensing my confusion.

"Don't mind Cocoa, or should I say Cassandra, everyone here has a nickname like that. The girls will probably want to give you one, as well," she said, reassuringly. I wasn't sure if I wanted a nickname, but then again, I was never given a proper name by anyone who cared about me.

"Yeah, and don't mind the collars either, they don't attach to leashes and they don't shock you. It's just a show of pride at being a part of the family. If and when you decide to stay, mom will have one made for you too, if you want one," Cocoa said, holding the pendant on her's. Again, the idea was somewhat strange to me, but there didn't seem to be anything that wrong with it.

Miss Ambrose explained what the spa did and what kind of clients they had. Most of them were show dogs and specialty dogs, Cocoa and one of the others were even trained to handle police and fire dogs. The dogs were washed, fed the best food and even bottled water, given manicures if they needed them, amongst other things. There was also a smaller facility for cats, but there was only 2 or them there and Miss Ambrose said they didn't require much else other than food and water. The girls helped maintain it and take care of the dogs with different chores, but Cocoa assured me the work wasn't too hard and there was still plenty of free time.

After they finished explaining, they led me upstairs to the living quarters. They warned me that the rest of the girls knew there was a new girl coming today, and might be a little over-excited.

Almost as soon as I opened the door, a large amount of eyes were trained on me. The room was a large combination living room and kitchen. Three younger girls trotted up to me from the living room area, where two older girls like Cocoa sat on the couch and smiled at me. Miss Ambrose pushed her hands out to give them the signal to step back from ambushing me.

"You're the new girl?"

"Your hair is so pretty..."

"How old are you? What kind of food do you like?"

I was undergoing a question barrage. Although they were all younger than me, their ages did seem to vary. A girl with dark red hair and a few freckles on her face appeared to be the youngest at bout 7 or 8, and wore a red collar with an apple pendant. Another girl who looked to only be about a year older than her with curly blond hair, her collar had multiple pastel colors on it like a tie-dye, and her pendant looked like three balloons on strings. The last girl looked to only be 2 or 3 years younger than me, but was Asian and had a gray pendant like that of a cat's head.

"Girls, what did I tell you? Don't ambush her like that!" Cocoa scolded them.

"Sorry..." they said in unison as they backed up. Miss Ambrose introduced me to them, including the two girls who didn't rush up to me when I walked in. The girl with the apple pendant was appropriately named Apple, and seemed to be the shyest out of the younger group. The blond girl was the exact opposite, looking chipper and excited, and couldn't seem to stop moving as she shook my hand. Her nickname was Balloons, and it appeared others also called her Loony. The Asian girl was nicknamed Neko, which meant 'cat' in Japanese.

The next oldest girl appeared only to be a year or two ahead of me, but was more developed than me. She was a dark brunette and put her hands on Apple's shoulders. She had a green color with a Lily flower pendant, so it made sense bother her nickname and real name was Lily, and was also Apple's older sister. The last girl looked to be about the same age as Cocoa, and had dirty blond hair. She seemed calm and introduced herself as Pillow, and had a pink collar and pendant that looked like a soft pillow.

"Where's Muffin?" Miss Ambrose asked, when she didn't see her around anywhere.

"Still working!" Balloons said excitedly. I had a feeling she said everything excitedly.

"I see, we'll get her caught up later. Still have more stuff to show you. Girls, you can get to Sarah better later, but for right now let her get settled in, okay?" the rest of the girls nodded and sat back down.

The kitchen was nice with large appliances, probably because there was 8, now 9 people to cook for. The dinner table was consequently long as well, plates were laid out, each with the girl's names on it with decorations relating to their names. Naturally, Balloons' plate stuck out the most prominently with color. Each one also had their own personal canteen they could fill with whatever they wanted, again with their names on it. They seemed to get on quite well, I didn't sense any animosity towards each other and the older girls seemed to like playing around and joking with the younger ones.

There was a "Job" and "Chore" board with different assignments for the girls on them, the Job board had various jobs to do with the dogs, feeding and watering, bathing, taking them out periodically. The Chore board had more household chores on them like cooking, doing dishes, cleaning the main areas, etc. Miss Ambrose took me through a door to the next area, though, and the normality of the common area faded quickly.

It looked a little like the kennels downstairs, not normal cages but still spacious cages with the same kind of flooring and drapes, but above each had one of the girl's names on a plate above the entrance. Inside were various personal furnishings, the beds were more like the large doggie beds. Most of them had some kind of drawer for clothes and a small desk. Ambrose felt my confusion again and smiled down at me reassuringly as she had when I first saw the collars.

"It's easier this way than just putting a bunch of beds in the large room. The cages don't lock or anything from the outside so they're not really cages. Not only that, but the curtains allow for a certain amount of privacy you wouldn't get normally, either," she said, walking me down towards the end. There was only one cage not taken yet, and it was simply furnished and clean. "You can sleep in there, for now. It's right next to Muffin's room, as you can see. Hopefully you'll stay and you'll be able to decorate it more to your tastes."

I nodded, again, a little put-off by the way the girls acted. It was a strange new world to me, but it felt more warm and caring than other houses I had been in. I brought my two bags that had my life in it and covered the bed with my sheets and threw my clothes in the small drawer in the corner. There was a large bathroom and shower room right next to the kennels, it was an open shower but I was used to that from the days I was in the group homes. This seemed like a much better and much smaller group home almost.

When I opened up the door to walk out of the bathroom, I saw a figure standing there in front of it, looking like she was about to walk in. She had a bowl of cereal in her hand with a spoon, in mid-bite when I opened the door up. She was about my age, with darker brown hair that was short, messy, and uneven, as if she cut it herself or by someone who didn't know what they were doing. Her most noticeable feature were her eyes, one looked to be a dark hazel and the other a cloudy light blue. A muffin-symbol hung from her medium-brown collar.

The girl held the spoon in mid-air for a minute while looking at me, finally putting it her mouth. As she chewed she seemed to look me up and down, even looking behind me. I could hear her almost sniffing me a little. She dressed slightly more skimpy than the other girls, with cut-off jean shorts and a sleeveless tee-shirt. I then remembered seeing her occasionally at the middle school, but never this up close.

"H-hello?" I asked, being somewhat weirded out by her. She didn't answer at first, waiting to finish chewing the cereal. It wasn't morning, so it was strange seeing her eating it so casually. I felt like she was inspecting me or something. She swallowed it finally and stood in front of me.

"Cinnamon." the girl said plainly before taking another bite of the cereal.

"Is that what you're eating?" I asked as she just seemed to stare at me. She shook her head and swallowed again.

"No, it's what your name should be. You hair and the freckles on your face are the same shade of light brown. Like cinnamon. Maybe Cinna for short," she said as she took another bite. She just stood in front of me and looked me over again for a bit while I just stood there, not knowing what to say. It was clear by now that this was Muffin.

"So...do I have a choice in my name?" I ask nervously.

"You always have a choice, in everything. If you or someone else comes up with something better I'll give it a shot," she said, still just standing in front of me. It felt like she was purposefully cornering me. We continued to stand awkwardly for a few seconds as she ate more of the cereal.

"So, you're Muffin, then?" she simply nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you, can I...help you with anything?"

"I need to get into the bathroom," she said plainly. I realized that I had been standing in the doorway the whole time. I moved out of the way and she glided in. "Thanks. See you around. Sarah," she said as she closed the door. She called me Sarah, which meant so one else told her my name and she wasn't set on Cinnamon yet. It was a cute name, sort of, but I still wasn't so sure about any of it. Still, there wasn't any harm in trying it out for a little while. ---------------------------------------------------------------

"Alright Cinna, see this button? This is how you set the number of cycles. For a load like this you want somewhere between..." Cocoa was trying to explain to me how to use the dishwasher. I was getting a hand of it, and at least we didn't have to wash all the dishes by hand. I had been here for 4 days, and the nickname "Cinnamon" caught on like wildfire after Muffin suggested it. They were starting to say it as if it were my permanent name. I guess it was all a part of life here, calling someone by a normal name felt awkward to them it seemed.

Meal times were always lively and the food was okay, Ambrose usually paired an older girl with a younger one to cook, she occasionally helped as well. I had never personally cooked before, but it was more fun than cleaning out the pots and pans that couldn't fit in the dishwasher. There wasn't much dog work during the week, most of the business was on the weekends. She still kept me doing the simple stuff, though, such as feeding them and taking them outside. I only had time to play with dogs once, but it was fun, though exhausting.

Everyone was real nice to me, especially the younger girls who seemed to treat me like a big sister right away. I must have answer a hundred different questions about myself that first week (mostly from Balloons), some of them being more personal than I liked. Neko was so named because she loved the cats more than dogs, and was usually assigned jobs related to them. Apple seemed shy, only pushed to sociability by Balloons, who seemed perpetually cheery as I initially suspected. Luckily she tired herself out pretty quickly and slept soundly at night. Cocoa took it upon herself to be a mentor of sorts, but I was also paired with Lily frequently who taught me a lot about the dogs. Pillow was like exact opposite of Balloons, she seemed tired and almost dreamy most of the day. She did her jobs as well as anyone else, though. I found out why one day as we were watching TV, she looked fine then quickly started to doze off, and fell down on lap.

"She has disease that makes her sleep like that all the time..." Balloons said. I hadn't heard of narcolepsy before, and it was obvious why her nickname was Pillow. Balloons hopped off put what looked like a large pacifier in her mouth as I lightly got up and she put a pillow under her head. "That's so she doesn't hurt her teeth. She also snores sometimes..." she said giggling.

Muffin was a strange girl, but endearing and mysterious in some ways. We were in different classes in middle school, but she found a way to find me during lunch. She wore her collar even there, something I hadn't noticed before. She wasn't picked on but wasn't particularly popular either. People thought her hairstyle and dress was some kind of fashion statement, but it seemed more like she simply didn't have normal sensibilities. Other people even called her Muffin, as if she didn't have another name. I still wanted her to call me Sarah in school, however, and she was good at remembering to do that. She had other strange habits, such as mixing all of her food together and eating it as one.

There was quite a bit that was confusing about her. She never showed up on the Job board for the dogs, yet she frequently worked on the weekdays and always worked for a while on the more busy weekends, doing something. Cocoa told me it was because she had the same job everyday, but wouldn't tell me what that was. She said I had to decide whether to stay full-time, first, and even then it was up to Muffin. She also didn't shower with the rest of us, her and Pillow were good friends and often showered together before the rest of us were awake.

As for Miss Ambrose, she only checked in occasionally, making sure I was adjusting well. She had to run the business side of things more or less by herself. She had her own room and bathroom on the other side of the second floor, but ate with us and would help cook occasionally. Cocoa, despite being her daughter, still had her own room in the kennel with the rest of us, and there wasn't much special treatment on her part. Her and the other high school girls were the only ones who could answer the phones and do reception, though.

Cocoa ensured that we all did our schoolwork in addition to everything else. Balloons had a habit of badgering me while I was trying to get stuff done, she also frequently asked me for help with her work. She seemed to like me for some reason, probably because I was a little bit older than her without being too old, like the high school girls, and was more normal than Muffin.

That Friday, my sixth day there, I told my social worker and Miss Ambrose that I wanted to stay longer. I couldn't see myself leaving. It was nice spending time with the other girls, and having a friend I could really call my friend at school was nice.

On Saturday night, Cocoa took us out to one of the malls, she was the only one with a driver's license. I got my first modest fifty dollars that week, but it was nice to have some amount of money for once. Miss Ambrose had to stay because someone had to stay back and look after the pets.

We spent some time in an arcade before ordering pizza and sitting down to eat. That was when Cocoa presented me with my own light brown collar with a cinnamon bun pendant. Although I had only been there a week, it was still hard not to get a little emotional. They also got a special plate and canteen with my nickname on it. This meant I was truly part of their family, however weird it might have been. Each one of my "sisters" hugged me, but the longest and hardest hug came from Muffin, who even kissed my cheek a little.

"I'm really glad you decided to stay. I really like you," she said in my ear. It felt strange wearing collar at first, but I really started to feel like one of them as we traveled throughout the mall and arcade. Muffin seemed to know all the games well, and paid for everything as if she made more money than me or the rest of us, paying for most of the pizza as well. She seemed quite dense in the short time I knew her, but she felt genuinely worldly when we were in public, as if she just had incredibly eccentric personal tastes but still knew how the world worked.

It got close to the younger girl's bedtimes so we got home before it got too late and put them to bed. Pillow was also too tired to stay up, so the remaining 4 of us, me, Muffin, Cocoa, and Lily all stayed up and chatted for a while in the living room. Eventually Lily retired to bed, and Cocoa trusted us to come to bed soon, but allowed us to stay up because it was my special night.

I sat with Muffin with the TV on, watching something I didn't care much about. I looked over to her after we had a good laugh or two.

"So, Muffin, I notice you don't do what all the other girls do here for the dogs...Cocoa seemed real secretive about it..." I say nervously.

"Hmm, well I have plenty of secrets. Your opinion might change for better or for worse if I allow you to see me, but I like you enough to show you. That is, if you give me a kiss..." she said, smiling over to me. I never thought of myself as a lesbian, but there was something very special about Muffin I couldn't resist. I lean in, and she grabs my hands and pulls me the rest of the way, giving me a sweet, long kiss. "Thanks," she says as she smiles and gets up.

"Also, I'm partially blind in this eye. Since we're getting things out in the open..." she says pointing at her left blue eye. "I hope you stay for a long time..." she says before walking into the kennel and to her room. The way she floats between subjects is endearing and cute to me. I turn off the last light in the common room before going to bed myself. It was a long, fun night. I even forgot I still had my collar on. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Despite Muffin's assurance that she would show or at least tell me what was going on, Miss Ambrose still didn't want to show me yet. I can't say I blame her, knowing what I know now.

Over the next couple of weeks I learned pretty much everyone's story except for Muffin. Apple and Lily were both orphans but more of the tragic kind when their mom and dad died during a traffic accident and none of their other family would take them in. Balloons wasn't an orphan per se, her mom was in a coma and they could track down her dad, not that it would matter as she wouldn't want to live with him anyway. Pillow had pretty much the same story as me, but she never got adopted because of her narcolepsy. Neko's mom died giving birth to her, and her dad committed suicide in grief. In comparison, my story seemed really normal and run-of-the-mill.

Some people looked at me funny when I wore the collar to school, but others already knew about Muffin so it didn't surprise them to know that I lived with her. We always ate lunch together and tried to meet in the hallways, but unfortunately our schedules were completely different and we shared no classes. For those that didn't know about the collar, I just told them it was special to me.

A few weeks after I started wearing the collar, a school counselor called me into her office. I had only talked to her once before when I enrolled in the school.

"Is this about the collar? I can take it off if you-"

"No, the collar is fine. I understand your residence has been changed Dog Day's Pet Care Center outside of town, and that they have certain traditions there that you're following. I've just also noticed you have also gotten close to your housemate, Jane Ambrose."

"Muffin? I didn't even know her real name," I figured she was just named Amrbrose because she was adopted by Miss Ambrose already.

"Yes, 'Muffin'. She seems to really enjoy your company. I know many of the girls who stay at Dog Day's have troubled pasts, through no fault of their own. I know you, yourself have been in a number of foster homes. Since you and Muffin are close friends, I just want you to know that while I can't go through any specific details, her past is very troubled. While she may act normally and like nothing is wrong on the outside, she is likely very sensitive about certain topics. Just promise me you'll be careful with her emotions."

I told the counselor I would, even though she really didn't seem sensitive at all. She didn't seem shy at all about most topics, she would probably even thell me her big secrets if I asked her directly. So far, Miss Ambrose was the only one stopping her from telling me.

One morning, my curiosity got the better of me when I woke up a half-hour or so earlier than normal. I could hear the shower on since I had one of the rooms closest to the bathroom door. I got my toiletries and walked in, the first area is where the toilet stalls were, I set them down before slowly walking over to the large shower stall. I peeked in to see Pillow sitting on a shower seat behind Muffins, scrubbing her back with a soft sponge and rubbing something over it. When I got a better look at Muffin's back, I could see a large of pretty bad scars that looked like scratches that ran along the upper half of her back and some of her sides.

It was obvious then why she didn't want to shower with the rest of us, either she was personally embarassed at the scars or simply didn't want the younger kids to know she had them. When I undressed and walked in, they both noticed me. Pillow seemed more surprised and embrassed than Muffin, who smiled and greeted me as she came in.

I showered normally as if I didnt notice the scars, even as she stood up and started washing the rest of her body herself. I tried to sneak peeks at *other* parts of her body out of curiosity, and nothing seemed strange. Her vagina looked strange, but I couldn't get a very good look at it without her noticing my staring. The best I could tell was that it was bigger than my own, and more prominent. It was difficult to describe at the time.

I didn't sneak in on her again after that and played it off as simply me waking up earlier than normal. Balloons got upset with me that I wasn't there to wash and brush her hair like I normally was, she said she liked the way I did it. Seeing Muffin's body only made me more curious about her, though. I wanted so badly to ask her, but I was too nervous to ask her directly.

The next day Miss Ambrose pulled me aside after I was finished feeding the dogs. I went into her office, where I never had actually been before. It was sort of disorganized and messy, but I had a feeling she knew where everything was. I hoped.

"How are you doing, Cinnamon? You seem to be settling in here quickly. You are getting along well with the rest of the girls," she said happily as she shuffled some things around on her desk. She seemed to be searching for the right thing to say.

"Yeah, I've been to plenty of foster homes and this is the best one I've been to. But...this is about Muffin, isn't it? It's fine if you don't want to tell me, I know you don't mean anything by it..."

"Well, I did want to talk about her, but not in that way. I've decided to let you in on Muffin's job, but you should first know about some things about her. No one is entirely sure of her whole story, but we know when she was about 5 she was raised around dogs in a junkyard, the junkyard owner didn't even know she was there until months after she wandered in. The dogs seemed to be possessive of her, but he still managed to give her basic living accomodations, even if that meant sleeping in an old barn. Unfortunately, he was not very good man. When she got older, the man did some pretty bad things to her, and made the dogs do some pretty bad things to her. She eventually ran away, where she lived with some more dogs on the streets, where some more bad things inevitably happened to her. One of my associates found her, and turned her over to social services, who turned her over to me. Despite her...slightly feral upbringing, she is surprisingly well-adjusted, but as you may have noticed still has some problems doing things. She's in a few...special classes at school."

"I see...so that explains the scars on her back..." I said, not knowing what else to say. Some of her behaviors were rather odd, and now it made some sense. I also never saw her read before. Muffin didn't seem particularly dumb, however. When I thought about it I realized that the whole story had little to do with her special job. "So... what does Muffin do, then? Why is it such a secret?"

"Muffin knows dogs very well. She has unique ways of dealing with them. She did not like the man at the junkyard much, or what he did to her, but didn't mind doing some...other things with the dogs. After she started doing these things- voluntarily- with the dogs, they started to want to come back more. The word got out that dogs couldn't stay away, and business started booming. If you really want to know what things I'm talking about, I believe Muffin is working now..." she said, almost nervously, standing up. I nodded, only have a vague idea of what she was talking about.

She led me to the other side of the main building near where the dog-bathing area was. I had only started going there recently when they started showing me how to give the dogs baths. There was a separate room off to the side where I had not gone before. I assumed it was on some kind of storage or equipment room.

She took me into a smaller room with a large window and a door going into a bigger room. The bigger room was very colorful, it almost looked like a kid's play-room, with soft vinyl flooring and padded cubes. There were dog toys littered on the floor throughout the room. We normally played with the dogs outside, it looked like a larger version of the cat's smaller playroom.

That's when I saw Muffin. Her midsection and back were wrapped in what looked like a black, furry shirt with longer sleeves that what she normal wore. She also wore the same kind of material on her legs which also covered her feet like two long stockings. What surprised me the most, though, was that her groin area was completely bare, and a black tail came from her butt.

She was on all fours, moving around with a chocolate lab, playing with him as a dog would. She even put toys in her mouth and played tug-of-war with him. She even barked at him like a dog. I watched them for a little while with some kind of morbid curiosity. Eventually the dog started licking her face and she smiles, licking him back and turning her behind to him, wiggling it as the dog leaned down to lick her private parts.

It wasn't long after that the dog climbed on top of her and his pink willy popped out of his sheath. I wasn't naive, I knew what he was doing, I just couldn't believe it.

"Are you okay? Do you want to leave?" Miss Ambrose said to me as I watched. While I was a little uncomfortable watching what was happening, it also made me infintely curious. I could see why they would keep this secret, but why would Muffin do it?

"No...no, I'm fine..." I said as I blushed and kept watching. Muffin's bottom was facing the window, so I could see everything that was going on. The dog's penis grew larger as he tried to enter Muffin, his haunches thrusting forward, trying to connect with her. Her back and sides that were scarred were covered for a reason, now. In her past life they must not have been, which cause the bad scarring.

I saw Muffin's fingers as she reached back and helped him into her. As soon as he slid inside the dog started pounding away, jackhammering inside of my friend. No wonder her vagina seemes so large when I looked at it, it must have been stretched out. I could only imagine what it would have been like to be even younger and having the forced on her.

"So...this is what she does?" I asked shakily.

"Yes, usually on weekends she has several...clients. This is her only one today. Only unfixed males, of course, the show and breeding dogs are normally unfixed. When she came in it's like she started doing it instinctively. I tried to stop her at first, but she seemed real sad. She started doing it in secret, and I noticed the repeat sales started going up. I pay her more for this, of course, but it is completely consensual."

"I see... it seems so..." I said, having funny feelings as I saw Muffin get pounded. Through the glass I could hear the loud, wet slapping and her fevered moans. Eventually the dog stopped and I could see a large bulb at the base of his penis, it filled up the entrance to her vagina and he just stayed on top of her for what seemed like a full minute before he disconnected with a large popping noise. Semen poured out of her vagina and she she layed down and rubbed in furiously as cloudy white goo seeped out of her.

"Naturally, the only people who know about this are the older girls. I trust you know enough about...life to understand what just happened?" she asked seriously as I continued to stare incessantly.

"Yes, the dog...mated with her. I just can't believe she likes it so much..." I said, blushing. I wasn't sure what to think of her now. My opinion of her as a person hadn't changed, but part of me did want to feel more sorry for her. The other part of me...was fascinated with what just happened.

"Did you want to stay here when she comes out? She probably won't mind knowing she was being watched, it happened before with the other girls," Miss Ambrose said as Muffin went over to the corner and wiped herself down with some sanitary wipes. I only had a small window to decide as she started walking to the door to retriever her clothes before taking the dog back to the kennel. I decided to stay.

She opened the door as normal but froze and her eyes went wide as she saw me, before looking to Miss Ambrose and then back to me.

"You let her see?" Muffin asked plainly as she closed the door and went over to her clothes.

"Yes, like you wanted. You two have become good friends and I thought it was important that she know," Miss Ambrose said, more blunt than she had been when I first started talking to her. I just stood there, not knowing what to say. Muffin smiled her calm smile towards me.

"I'm glad. I was dying to tell you, I hate keeping secrets," she said happily as she took the furry covers off her body and replaced them with her normal clothes.

"So long as it remains a secret to customers and the younger girls. That goes for both of you," Miss Ambrose said firmly, looking at both of us. We both nodded at the same time. "You two may talk over whatever you want, I need to go back to my office."

Muffin continued to put on her clothes as Miss Ambrose walked out. She didn't say anything, and I was still speechless. Finally, I forced something out.

"So...you like that?" I asked nervously, not wanting her to think I was passing judgement on her.

"Yeah...I know it may be hard for others to understand, but it's amazing. It's hard to explain without actually doing it, but none of the other girls have even thought about it. It's okay with you, right?" she asked, sensing my nervousness.

"Yeah, of course! I mean, if that's what you like doing, it's fine with me..." I said. Those were my true feelings. While I was still somewhat in shock, I certainly didn't want to make her feel bad about doing it. She smiled widely after I said that and came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Cool! Miss Ambrose and some of the older girls sort of treat me differently because of it. I'm glad it doesn't bother you. Did she tell you...everything else?" she asked, referring to her past.

"Yeah...I think so, anyhow. About where you grew up."

"It wasn't all bad in the junkyard. Still, I was nothing but 'dog' or 'bitch' or 'cunt' to Jeremy... here I have a real name, with people that care about me. And I still get to have fun with the dogs, and I feel they like me too. Speaking of which, I have to take Horace back now. See you later!" she said, walking back into the playroom and putting the dog on the leash before walking out.

I was still mesmerized by how casually she talked about what happened before, how she was able to say such words and do such things as if it were no big deal. I was enamored and almost mystified by it. I had been through a lot, just as all the rest of the girls here had, but to be so...strong about it. I wanted that kind of strength, but I think it was unique to her. I decided then that if I could be like her, then I wanted to be with her for as long as I could.