Dog Day's Pet Spa and Resort - Muffin & Me, Part 2

by hentropy

Muffin bit down on my neck as she massaged and tickled my sides. She liked biting but was always very gently about it, never even really damaging the skin. She liked wrapping her arms and legs around me from behind as we were sitting down, a constricting hug that she was able to trap me in. Her grip was strong, you could see small muscles poking out when she did things like this. Her fingers danced across my belly and sensitive ticklish sides. She started licking and kissing my neck and cheek as I cried in laughter.

"S-stop!! I give up!! Mercy!!" I say, barely being able to breathe due to the laughter. She ambushed me while I was in the changing room of the doggie bath area. I had the bathing suit that I normally used to give the dogs baths on. Over the months following the day I found out her secret, we had been somewhat inseparable. The only major problem I saw with my living arrangement was the profound lack of privacy, but Muffin found ways to catch me off guard.

Finding occasions ambush and pin me to the wall or ground was like a game to her. When I finally gave up to her assaults she would do things like kiss me aggressively and grab what little of my breasts that she could. I wasn't sure if she saw it as something totally sexual or not, but it was fun.

After I gave up she wrestled me from the seated constricted position to the ground, firmly holding my arms and wrapping her legs around mine. She planted kisses all over my chest and lifted up my bikini-top, lapping at my exposed areolas with my tongue. I could help but blush and wriggle with excitement as she did.

She was able to pin both my wrists with one hand while taking her free one and groping my crotch.

"S-s-stop... I'm serious..." I said softly, not wanting to be too harsh.

"But doesn't it feel good? Like orange-vanilla ice cream after one of Pillow's back massages..." she cooed as as she rubbed me.

"Mmmm...please, I'm not ready...just stop," I half-moaned. She did stop, though it seemed like I had to remind her frequently.

"It's okay," she smiled down at me before leaning in and kissing me all over my face again. It was like her version of making out. She nibbled at my earlobe and licked me ear, and I giggled incessently again.

"Eww! You licked my ear! That feels so weird!" I said as I shook my head and struggled underneath her firm grasp.

As we were playing on the floor, Lily and Cocoa walked in on us, Lily giggling slightly while Cocoa got her serious face on. She was often the lawbringer in place of her mother.

"God, you two are nausea-inducing...this happens whenever I have Cinnamon do something by herself..." Cocoa said, frustrated.

"You're just mad that you were never in a relationship that cute," Lily said, smiling, while helping me and Muffin up. "Anyway, it's time for Muffin's lessons," she said studiously. Muffin let out a groan. Muffin wasn't doing as well as she could learning to read and write, and the rest of the older girls took an interest in making sure she learned, making it one of the household "chores", although we didn't like calling it that.

"I like it better when Cinnamon teaches me," she said, looking pouty.

"Cinnamon has to cook tonight. I can't schedule her every day," Cocoa said again with her authoritative tone.

"Lily's a good teacher, right? Go on ahead," I said, reassuring her. She smiled and went along and I was left with Cocoa to walk me back.

"Listen, I know you and Muffin have something going, and I'm not going to try and stop you. All I ask is that you keep it to a minimum around the younger girls," she said as we walked back.

"Why? It's not like she's doing that in front of them, just small kisses and stuff..." I said, blushing.

"Trust me, even that can cause...complications. Just give it some thought. Also, don't forget Apple's birthday. She'll be 8 in a week," she said, patting me on the back as we walked up the stairs.

Cooking with Balloons was always partly fun and partly frustrating, she was always looking to "experiment" in ways that would not end well. She had grown even closer to me over the months, and it seemed like all of my companionship time was divided between her and Muffin.

After dinner Muffin approached me.

"Do you wanna go to the mall tomorrow?" she asked as we sat in my room. It was more furnished now, with the kind of light brown decor to match my name. I figured it would be the last chance to get Apple a present, most of the other girls already got something for her. She almost asked as if she wanted to go on a date, though, which I was okay with.

Cocoa was okay about giving us time off, especially the older girls as we had a lack of real privacy or free time to do things we really wanted. It also gave us a chance to eat some things that wasn't the normal food. Pillow also came with us, but to do more personal shopping.

Me and Muffin and decided to see a movie, and made sure Cocoa knew so she would know when to pick us up. I didn't mind holding hands with her in public, and we got some strange looks, especially when she decided to peck me now and then. We still didn't have that much time together in school, but there were still plenty of rumors and gossip and questions asked to me directly about the two girls with collars who kissed each other at lunchtime.

Muffin liked watching action movies and TV shows, as well as some animated movies meant for kids, expecially if they had animals in them. I tried to make out with her a few times in the theater as we had before, but naturally she didn't have the same idea of what "making out" was, so she started doing the same kind of aggressive pecks and licks that she wanted to give me before.

The movie was shorter than we thought, so we still had an hour or two before Cocoa would come to pick us up. I noticed Muffin's hair was getting a bit long, she had no cut it since I came along. The unruly short hair is partly what attracted me to her so much, but her hair was the kind of "stylish" uneven that you saw sometimes, it just sort of looked embarassing as she cut it herself. I could hear people making fun of her hair in school before.

"Did you want to go to a hair stylist?" I asked innocently. She immediately shot me an icy look. I had a feeling she had this conversation before.

"I don't like them," she said plainly, folding her arms plainly.

"Why not? They'll make your hair look shorter, but prettier..." I tried to explain.

"They spray stuff in my face and hair and the smell and the ladies make my hair look..." she said, going from standoffish to almost scared, tears starting pool in the corners of her eyes.

"I'll be there with you to explain to them. I get my hair cut all the time," I say, trying to coax her. I could tell Cocoa or someone else tried to convince her to do it before, but now that she was hearing it from me she seemed more open to the idea. "I've been to the salon in this mall before, the ladies there are nice, just let me take you and it will look really nice, I promise," I say, smiling. It felt like I was trying to convince a 6 year old. When her face and pose didn't change, I came up with an idea. I had some time to think about it, I figured letting her have full access to me was inevitable and I was curious to experience what she had to offer. I stepped forward to her, rubbing and getting close.

"Tell you what, you let me take you to the salon and I'll let you do what you want to me down there," I say, smiling and taking her hand. Her expression faded and she started smirking. Eventually she nodded without saying anything and I led her down to salon.

She let me do most of the talking as I led her in and explained what her problems were and what kind of style she liked. The stylist looked over to her and didn't seem to eager to try and work on her hair since it was such a mess, especially since I asked her not to use anything in it and to just try and cut it dry.

I stood next to Muffin as the stylist put the gown on her and went to work. She was still very uncomfortable and grumpy-looking, Her hair quickly started to look better, though, as the stylist started repairing the damage. I could see her trying to breathe through her mouth, something about the scent really bothered her.

Eventually she got done and Muffin couldn't get out of there quicker. I paid and tipped the stylist on her behalf, and Muffin paid me half later on. Her hair was short and more stylish now, and the pretty mixture of dark brown and black was more pronounced. She followed me around, not saying much, and constantly rubbing her hair. I held her hand and gived her a kiss to stop her from fidgeting too much. She smiled and blushed and grasped my hand tightly.

As we were walking towards one of the stores so I could pick out some clothes for Apple, we saw some girls from school walking towards us, eventually noticing us. They were led by a girl named Theresa, a very pretty blond girl, but her prettiness made her quite mean at times. She was a devout Christian, and always spread stuff about how lesbians were sinners.

"Well if it isn't the two dykes bound for hell. I guess we can't blame them, they do live at a dog pound, after all," she said, laughing. Muffin's eyes narrowed, and she she stopped walking when I just wanted to walk away from them.

"Come on, Muffin. Don't listen to her," I said, trying to take her hand and pull her with me. She wouldn't budge.

"I'm not sure why you even bother, Sarah. You seem like a nice and smart girl. But I guess one stray dog no one wanted would be attracted to another like her..." she said, it was much more nasty than anything she said in school.

Muffin moved quickly, darting towards Theresa and pinning her to the ground. Her muscles popped out and her eyes were not the playful kind that she showed me when she pinned me to the ground. Her eyes had hate in them, I had never seen her act outwardly violet, even when people occasionally taunted her. I think it was Theresa's insults directed at me that set her off.

"Muffin! Don't hurt her! Get up!" I plead, fearing she would do something bad to her. I had a feeling she had the capability for it. Her eyes widened at my voice, but she didn't let her up. Theresa had a very scared look on her face, and I rubbed Muffin's shoulders to try and calm her down. "She just...doesn't understand. Let her go for me, Muffin," I said calmly.

She eventually loosened her grip and got up before any mall security showed up. Theresa said some things as she got up, but I couldn't remember what as I was trying to lead Muffin away from her. I quickly got a nice spring dress with apples on it before calling Cocoa to get her to pick us up. As we were waiting for her, we sat on a bench outside the mall. Muffin had acted sullen and withdrawn the rest of the night after the scuffle (if you could even call it that).

"Listen, Muffin, I appreciate you wanting to stick up for me, but you have to do me a favor and not do something like that again. You're so nice and sweet, I don't want people to think you're violent. If you did something like that at school, you would get in a lot more trouble. They might even take you away if they think you're too violent to be at Dog Day's..." I said. Muffin didn't say anything at first and just looked over to me and nodded. I leaned over and pecked her on the cheek as Cocoa pulled up.

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Although my "unlimited access" offer to Muffin was good immediately if she wanted it, she still waited a few days before collecting. It felt important to her that she "stalk" me for a little while. I found it cute, but it also meant that I was constantly on my guard, anticipating the time she would blindside me. Maybe there was something to this animalistic method, it made the process more fun than simply asking and talking about it the "intelligent" way.

I did things like lock the door behind me when I bathed the dogs so she couldn't get in and do what she did last time. I figured if she was out to hunt me, I could at least make it more interesting for her.

Near dinner time Cocoa told me to try and find Muffin. It was normal for her to just sort of go missing now and then, sometimes it was because she was "working". Over the last few months I've know Muffin's little job, I had watched her on several occasions, mostly without her notice. It fascinated me just as much whenever I watched her as that first time I did, especially when she had multiple dogs in the play-room at once. She often spent hours in there with multiple dogs playing with them and eventually mating with them. In some ways I wish I could go in with her, and at least watch it happen up-close.

I walked into the room with the window and peered into the playroom, the light was on in there, but no one was inside. When I turned around, she appeared in front of me, smirking like she did while closing the door. I was spooked at first but when I saw her I just blushed.

"Uhhm, Cocoa wanted-mph!" Muffin covered my mouth and slid behind me, picking me up with one arm and lifted me into the playroom, plopping me down on the soft floor and pinned me as she had before. I squirmed underneath her, trying to free myself as I always did, playfully. She always had ways to pin me and wrestle me around as if I were noting, which was even more embarassing because we were close in size. She was just strong, and able to twist me in ways I didn't think possible.

She started to tire me out when she finally pinned me flat on my stomach, playfully nipping and my neck and shoulders, groping my chest and sides to tickle me, growling playfully in my ear. I could sense what she wanted to do now, and I was okay with it, I had actually been waiting for it now.

"Ahhh! I give up now!" I said, knowing it was important to her that I 'submitted' to her advances and was ready to accept them. She started rubbing my body more softly and went from nipping me to kissing and licking cheek, neck and shoulders. She worked her way down my back, lifting up my bottom and undoing my jeans. It had gotten colder so even she started wearing longer jeans and thicker shirts.

She didn't take them all the way off, leaving them at my knees and constricting my movement a little. I felt a rush of air reach my nether regions as she pulled down my normal-sized striped panties. The realization about what was about to happen hit me, I had prepared myself for it, but I was still a little nervous. I could feel Muffin peer at my vagina for a few seconds, I could feel her warm breaths on it. I shuddered and kept my head and shoulders on the floor as she sniffed it.

She reached under my thighs with both of her arms, put her hands on my back and pulled my entire lower half into her face. I let out a long breath as she started licking and lapping at my vagina lips, making them moist. Her tongue danced wildly over my hole and clit. I could move much under her grasp, all I could do was squirm and breathe heavily, letting out small moans. It was the first time my privates had been licked, I wanted more than anything to reach back and feel it myself, but she wouldn't let my hands get anywhere near my lower half, growling a little bit as I continued to squirm.

I started to feel a heat build up inside me, unlike anything I had felt before. Part of my brain wanted to panic to this new feeling, but I decided to just give into it. I felt her give a finishing kiss to it before moving to the side of me on her knees, rubbing me as I moaned a bit loader. I wanted her tongue back inside me, stopping seemed almost cruel.

It didn't seem so cruel when I felt her finger enter me and pull apart my saliva-coated lips. I did remember that I broke my hymen in an accident when I was younger, but I wasn't exactly thinking about it at the time.

"Your cunny is so small..." she said in my ear as she wormed one of her fingers inside of me, wigging it. I moved in response, but she held my neck and shoulders down with her arm. "Stay still," she said softly as she worked a second finger in. I could feel fingers on both sides of my lips as well, leading me to believe it was her middle and ring inside of me. She went from pinning my back to rubbing it as I moaned, feeling her fingers deeper inside of me. Her hand wasn't that big, but it felt like it inside of me, I had never gone this far, even with myself. I was certainly small and not broken in much compared to her.

When she reached the deepest depths of my cavity, she slowly came back out, before firmly pressing her fingers back in. It didn't take long for her to pick up the pace, I could hear the wet slappings coming from my behind and her hand making contact. The spark that was set off inside me during the oral quickly spread thoughout my entire lower region, and I moaned over and over, involuntarily moving my bottom to Muffin's rhythm.

Her fingers felt like a jackhammer after what felt like minutes, not only moving in and out, but also up and down and side to side. I was almost crying, it felt so aggressive and rough, but so incredible at the same time.

"Take them out! I think I'm gonna...pee!" I said desperately, she let out a little laugh, not taking them out but going as fast as she could pinning my body down firmly and biting down on my neck again.

"Squirt for me, Cinnamon..." she whispered in my ear before taking her fingers out suddenly. I felt the buildup escape from my vagina, and my muscles convulsed. I let out a loud, long yell as my legs kicked and my arms flailed, but Muffin held me firmly and kept me in place, mostly, before my legs collapsed. I still felt warm goo seep quickly out of my hole, it ran down my pubic region and legs.

"Mmm..." I said as she parted my legs again a little and rubbed my vagina over some more, gathering the ejaculate on her finger. I was still flushed and breathless as she came over to me and stuck her dirty finger in my mouth, I instinctively started to suck on it. She brought my shoulders up so we were close to eye level again and brought her lips to mine, sticking her tongue it it and mixing it in with the goo she had on her finger before. I melted in her lips, thoroughly exhausted.

She took a little bit more from my nether-regions and put some in her own mouth and lips and giving me the aggressive little pecks she had in the past, all of my face, making it feel wet and slimy. She held my limp body in her arms for another minute or two, rubbing my back. My shirt and bra were still on, but it felt I was wearing nothing, I was still floating in some kind of cloud.

As I started to come to my sense again, she led me over to the corner and help wiped my face and crotch with the wipes she normally used after doing her special job with the dogs. I then remembered we must have spent a half-hour doing what we did if not more, and it didn't surprise me to see Cocoa standing in the observation room looking icy with her arms folded.

"Your dinner is getting cold. Come on..." Cocoa said plainly, opening the door to let us out. We looked back at each other and smiled at the thought of Cocoa walking in and watching us do that. We moved out of the room, hand in hand, and happily ate our cold dinner.

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Apple's birthday was two days after our first sexual experience together. Muffin didn't appear to treat me any different than she had before, which I sort of liked. I couldn't help but treat her a little different, though. I kissed her more often and wanted to spend more time around her. I had more or less ignored Cocoa's advice to take it easy in public, as well.

Birthday parties, especially for the youngest of our family, was quite the lively affair. Apple even invited some of her friends from the elementary school her and Balloons went to. The cramped common room was already crowded pretty often without 4 or 5 more girls in it. We baked two cakes for all the party-goers, and Apple seemed to really like all of her presents, especially the drawing pad and pencils she got from her sister. She liked drawing and coloring, but could only do it with a small notebook and cheap utensils.

Balloons was acting rather out of character, however. It didn't seem like she was jealous, she tried to act as joyful and chipper as she normally does, but she seemed pale and almost pained for not just that day, but for a day or two before the party. I saw Cocoa and Pillow looking at her with a worried look as well.

"Are you feeling alright, Loona?" I asked as she got away from the crowd for a moment. Cocoa followed me. She didn't answer me at first and blushed, Cocoa stood behind me and folded her arms.

"Balloons, lift up your shirt," Cocoa said in an ordering tone. I was confused, we were away from the party but not totally in private. Balloons lifted up just the bottom of her shirt, exposing a belly that was sticking out a bit more than normal. Cocoa pressed on it and sighed. "You should have told me sooner. We have to take care of this right away..." she said, worried. I was still confused.

"I'm sorry...I just didn't want to worry you with it until after the party. But it hurts pretty bad..." she said, on the verge of tears.

"And now we have to deal with it during the party," Cocoa said, frustrated.

"Can't it wait until after? It'll be over pretty soon anyway," Balloons said.

"No, it's best I do it now before it gets any worse. As it is, it might be hard to...correct," Cocoa said in her same worried tone. She grabbed Balloons' hand and tried to pull her, she stopped and shook her head.

"I want Cinnamon to do it!" Balloons exclaimed when she looked at me. I was still utterly clueless about what was going on. Cocoa looked at her then me, looking perplexed herself.

"Cinnamon doesn't even know your problem, and she certainly doesn't how to treat it. Even if she did, it won't feel any better if she or I does it. Now come on," Cocoa said, pulling her again, but still not moving.

"I still want her to do it...I can tell her how to do it and stuff," Balloons insisted again.

"You don't trust me? You can try doing it yourself, you know," Cocoa said, starting to feel rejected.

"I'm still too embarassed to do it myself, and it never seems to work right...but I'd rather have Cinnamon do it."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on," I said, not wanting to be volunteered for something I didn't even know about.

"If you feel so strongly about it, then take Cinnamon into the bathroom and tell her what the problem is. If she doesn't want to do it, you'll just have to try and do it yourself," Cocoa said before turning around a stomping off back to the party. Balloons led me to the living area where she got out a small bag with some stuff in it before going to the shower area.

"I have a problem with my...intestines. My...food sometimes builds up there and the rest of my body won't let it out. It has to be softened so I can push it out with this," Balloons said, embarassed and blushing, as she pulled out a bag with a small hose attached to it. I didn't know what an enema was at the time, but it wasn't hard to figure out what was to be done with it.

Balloons walked into the shower area and told me to fill the bag with warm water. She took her pants off and got on all fours, holding her hind end up high, not unlike my own positing when Muffin did what she did to me. I figured she did that simply because the water had to flow downward easier. I saw her nude regularly thanks to the open showers, but to see her in this position and what she wanted me to do just seemed lewd.

I placed the nozzle at the entrance of her butt, I didn't know what to do then, I had always been on the recieving end of these things.

"I'm...going to push it in now, alright?" I said, not wanting to surprise her. She reached for my hand and grabbed it.

"Okay. Make sure to get it in as much as you can..." she said quietly. I held her hand firm as I pushed the the nozzle into her. She let out little uncomfortable moans as I pushed it into her, she grabbed my hand harder as more hose disappeared inside of her. Eventually I couldn't push any farther.

I turned on the valve and water started flowing inside of her. She cringed and squeezed my hand harder. I saw her belly get a little bigger, and thinking it might be painful I rubbed it.

"Gah! Don't push on it..." she pleaded and I took my hand away. Instead I just rubbed her back to try and comfort her, I had no idea she had this problem. Eventually the bag emptied in her, and it almost looked like she was carrying a child.

"I can hold it in...it has to stay in for a little while...but you can take the tube out now..." she said, still sounding pained and incredibly uncomfortable. I started slowly pulling the tube out until it was totally out. For a kid, her butthole was rather clean, but I figured that was probably because she hadn't done much down there in a few days.

After it was out she slowly sat up, having to clench her innards to keep them from releasing. I wasn't sure what to look for or how long it would take for her to release it, so I just sat there, trying to reassure her by smiling nervously.

"So...why did you want me to do this so badly?" I asked, not sure if it was really the best time to bring it up, but curiosity got the best of me.

"I don't know...I like you...and..." she said, looking away, blushing heavily. "You're spending so much time with Muffin recently. You hold hands...kiss each other..."

"I kiss you too, don't I?" I ask, trying to deflect the question. Suddenly, Cocoa's advice seemed all the wiser.

"Not on the lips...not with...tongue...like you do with Muffin. I like her too, she's one of my special friends, but I thought we were...really good friends."

"Well, me and Muffin's relationship is special. But I also like you in a special way," I said, leaning over and pecking her on the cheek.

"I want you to kiss me like you kiss Muffin," Balloons said in an almost demanding tone. "It would make me feel a lot better..." she said in a transparent attempt to manipulate me. She did it in a playful and pouty way, though, which made her sound almost more like Muffin.

"If I do, you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?" I said, and she immediately nodded. Strangely enough, I doubt Muffin would even care that much, she didn't appear to have much consideration for those kind of rules. We were still a good 4 years apart, however, which would be quite the scandal with the others.

I leaned in and closed my eyes. Her lips were much smaller than Muffin's, and her tongue didn't know what to do when I wrapped my own tongue around it. Is this what it felt like for Muffin the first time she tongue-kissed me? She tried to kiss back, I had the feeling she liked this new sensation. The tender kiss lasted longer than me and Muffin's first one, but felt a little less soulful. I wasn't sure whether it was right, I like Balloons but couldn't see her as a lover in the same way as she wanted to see me.

She pulled away from me with a moan, her bloated belly obviously still bothering her.

"Was that good?" I asked, smiling. She nodded, blushed and smiled, looking at me with a thankful look. Even if I saw her more as a little sister than a lover, seeing her happy made me feel good, no matter what I had to do to cause it, and even if it was under these circumstances. We sat together, and I held her hand and rubbed her back as she sat on the shower-room floor.

Balloons got up after another minute or so after the kiss and waddled awkwardly out of the stall into one of the toilets.

"Thanks, Cinnamon. I think I'll be fine now," she said as she closed the stall door.

"You're welcome, Loona," I said as I started to walk out, giving her some amount of privacy. I hated it when other people could hear me peeing, I couldn't even imagine what that was about to sound like. The party was starting to wrap up as Apple's friends had gone home and Apple herself was playing a game with Neko as Lily and Pillow watched. Muffin was gathering up what was leftover from the cake and ice cream and pouring it on the plate as Cocoa started cleaning things up. She shot me a glance and smirked as she deflated one of the balloons hanging in the kitchen.

How fitting, I thought, as I went over to help her. This place certainly was not normal, but I was never destined for a normal life.