Dog Days Pet Spa and Resort - Muffin & Me Part III: The Beast of Summer

by hentropy

Sorry about the wait.

"Shh, that's a good girl, lay still while I trim your nails..." I cooed as I brushed back the gorgeous collie's coat.

I can honestly say that the months following the events of that previous fall had been one of the brightest highlights of my life. I had never really known the feeling of being truly loved and wanted. I had gotten quite good at the various duties I was tasked with. It had been quite some time since I felt like "the new girl" still trying to adjust to things.

Nine people being in the same family can cause interesting situations, someone's birthday always seemed to be around the corner, holidays were always an raucus affair. Perhaps the biggest celebration came near the end of spring when Cocoa graduated from high school and had her birthday in the same week. It was a somewhat bittersweet occasion, however, as it also meant that Cocoa would be going off to college to study business at the behest of her mother.

My role as a more supportive big sister is one I embraced whole-heartedly. Apple had taken well to drawing, and I helped her with whatever she wanted when Lily wasn't around. Lily had gotten more busy as she started to take on more responsibilities. Since Pillow wasn't that energetic and Lily had an obligation to her sister, they had to sort of share the title of the most senior. Cocoa didn't like us talking about her like she was already gone, though, as she was still going to be around for the summer.

Balloons still stuck to me like glue, but in some ways she stopped being as jealous, not asking me to kiss or do anything with her since that one time. I did continue to help her with her...problem, but I guess she was content with simply being my friend. In addition, her and Neko started to get much closer, always going places with each other, and I even suspected there was something going on there, even if they were both still sort of young.

Of course, the relationship between me and Muffin had only gotten closer. She started trusting me more with her looks, letting me buy some clothes for her and even letting me apply makeup on special occasions. She refused to grow her hair out longer, however, which was just fine with me.

Other forms of hair started growing on the both of us, however. Muffin was a little confused when she started growing more and thicker hair on her legs and underarms. I had already started growing and shaving for a while, but Muffin was reluctant to learn, but when it started to get warmer she started going over them more often with a hair-removal cream. She could never get used to the razor.

Muffin continued to be increasingly physical with me, tickle-attacks slowly flowed into more aggressive spankings, hair pullings, even things like indian burns. I even started to wear my hair in pig tails, which had gotten much longer because I hadn't cut it since I arrived. Muffin liked it long, apparently. She even playfully referred to my hair as her "leash".

I had only gotten more interested in Muffin's mating sessions over that time. I started to go into the playroom with her while she was mating with the dogs, watching it up-close was fascinating but I didn't see myself getting into it at the time. We mostly did our own sexual stuff in the same playroom, while she was still in her "uniform" she would often take me into the corner and aggressively finger me as she had our first time together.

She never asked me to do anything to her, though, I suppose she got all the satisfaction she needed from the dogs. She had widened my vagina considerably from playing around, but the size of the some of the dogs made me afraid to get anywhere near them.

The winter turned to spring so quickly to me, and just when I was getting used to it, the summer came. It was hard to believe the year went by so fast, I turned 14 in the spring and the next school year I would going to high school, along with Muffin. She had gotten better at reading and was only a year or two behind grade level.

As the days got warmer and eventually blended into summer, business at Dog Day's got steadily more busy. More people started to go on longer vacations and needed some place to keep their pets. The kennels were always full and it was booked through July by May. It was very lucky we had a summer vacation and a lot more time to look after the dogs and cats.

Naturally, Muffin also got incredibly "busy". It was in her nature to pretend like nothing was wrong and she was okay, but I could tell the constant "servicing" of 6 or more dogs a day was wearing her out. No one was forcing her to do her special job, she simply felt obligated, but it hurt me to see her constantly exhausted and achy. It also meant she wasn't paying nearly as much attention to me.

I started thinking of possible ways to help her out, it was only the early summer and she just seemed spread too thin. Then I came upon the most obvious way. I could help service the dogs and split the work! While it felt like the absolute best way to help her out, I didn't know if I could handle it. Muffin had a lot of practice, the only practice I had was with her finger. Some of those dogs looked like they could rip me in half.

I wasn't completely naive, however. I knew there were other ways to pleasure males than vaginal intercourse. Oral would likely be just as pleasurable for them, evene if I was deprived of the same kind of pleasure Muffin felt as her behind was pounded by the dogs. Part of me was still repulsed by the idea and I would not have even considered it a few months ago, but it wasn't as if anyone would see me as lesser for it.

"You mean... suck on it? I guess that could work... I've never personally tried it," Muffin commented as I mentioned it to her. She hardly seemed opposed to the idea, revealing that she really was wanting some relief. "The first couple of times a dog did me, it was really painful. But I guess I got used to it after a while, I didn't even think about doing it that way. You'd still have to ask Mom, though."

She was right, and I wasn't too excited about the prospect of asking Miss Ambrose. Most of the girls simply called her mom, and I had on certain occasions, but I had never called anyone "Mom" before so it was a hard thing for me to come to.

Needless to say, when I finally worked up the nerve to ask her, she wasn't very receptive to the idea. She did recognize how tired Muffin was getting with her job, but was not excited about letting me do anything sexual with the dogs. After letting her sleep on it, she eventually caved and said it was alright, but she wanted to be there the first time to teach me the proper ways to do it, and preferred I simply used my hands rather than putting my mouth on it.

When the day finally came I nervously walked to the playroom. Muffin and Miss Ambrose were already inside when I came in. Miss Ambrose handed me something when I was in the window room, and Muffin smiled widley as I opened the box up. It was a costume similar to the one Muffin used, but it was light brown as opposed to her dark brown/black one. Even as she handed me the furry garb, she still looked very unsure of what I wanted to do.

"That's not just for show. There's a trace amount of pheromones built into the artificial fur. When you go in, make sure to rub your hand over the front and back to bring the pheromones out. It will help get the dogs aroused and speed up the process," she said as she helped me disrobe and showed me how to put it on right. I blushed as I looked at myself with it on, but it still wasn't totally matching Muffin's.

"No tail?" I asked, looking at Muffin as she put her's on.

"The...tail is to make sure the dogs don't accidentally hit the wrong...hole..." Miss Ambrose said, obviously uncomfortable with the subject matter.

"It's not very fun when they go in there," Muffin said cute as she popped the 'tailplug' as she called it into her butt. My own costume fit on sort of like a unitard that buttoned at the crotch, covering my privates. I was a little saddened that it wasn't exactly like Muffin's, but Miss Ambrose explained it was so the dogs didn't try to enter me that way.

There was already a medium-sized chocolate lab laying in the playroom when I came in. Although this is what I had wanted, I was still a little shaky as I approached the dog. I knelt down and started petting him as Miss Ambrose sat next to me. The dog perked up at the smell of my garb, and Miss Ambrose grabbed him and held him still as she instructed me to pull back his sheath of skin.

It didn't take long for the lab's bring pink member came poking out and becoming quite stiff. It wasn't too big, which was fine with me. I started to pick up the pace of the jerk as Muffin and Miss Ambrose held the dog still as he stood up. Warm drops of doggy spunk started to shoot out him, onto my hand and on the floor. My fear and anxiousness regarding the act had started to fade, now, as I focused more on trying to get the dog to climax as quickly as possible. I wanted it done quickly not because I hated it, but because there were other dogs in the queue and I didn't want it to take all day.

The dog appeared to get as big as he was going to get, and Muffin whispered in my ear to put my mouth on it while rubbing my backside. Miss Ambrose was close enough to hear.

"No, you still need to learn how to grip it correctly. Put your fingers around it like this to stop it from going back in..." she said, positioning my fingers in the way she described. "If you do decide to do...that...then don't swallow all of it. I'm not sure what kind of health effects that might have..." Miss Ambrose followed up awkwardly.

I jerked him a little bit more before leaning in and placing my lips on it, the pink of his member meeting the pink of my lips. It didn't have any kind of overpowering taste, I could tell someone else had washed him earlier as he didn't smell bad or anything. I opened my lips and wrapped them around his tip, being careful I didn't hurt him with my teeth. It seemed to grow a little inside of my mouth as more drops shot out onto my tongue.

I could hear Muffin giggling a little behind me, but I tried to focus on what was going on. She started rubbing my vagina through the costume. I noticed Miss Ambrose left, probably to watch in the window room as Muffin stayed behind with me.

I started moving my lips up and down his member while firmly holding it with on hand and jerking it with the other. The "bulb", or knot as Muffin more correctly called it, started growing at his base and I felt him trying to push his way into my mouth. The spurts of his spunk got more frequent and the warm, gooey taste of it started to coat the inside of my mouth.

Heeding Miss Ambrose's advice not to drink too much of it, I took my mouth out, which caused hum to spurt more of my face. He kept pushing against my hand and squirting the warm fluid as I moved my face away. His spunk started to form a small puddle on the soft floor, the same thing that happened with Muffin's job occasionally. The amount of orgasm they produced didn't seem different to me at the time; I had little to compare it to.

I felt strangely happy when he finished up and his member shrunk down, although part of my happy feelings came from the fact that Muffin kept rubbing me in all my sensitive spots. Even Muffin seemed surprised and how quickly it happened. I proceeded to do it to two more dogs that day, and Muffin did her own thing to them.

It became a daily chore from then on, and I never really had more fun in my life. Me and Muffin also did many things together, and she seemed really glad she was no longer alone in her job. She had a lot more energy during the day and seemed like her old self again.

I also took the bigger dogs, as they seemed to tire Muffin out the most, and despite her experience, it still looked quite painful for her. My own mouth was only so wide, but it was still safer to "lick them dry" as Muffin liked to say.

A few of the dogs tried to mount me, and while I didn't let them enter me, sometimes I held their members in between my legs and thighs, simulating the act without actually doing it.

The summer days were long and hazy, filled with pleasure and heat. It was hard to imagine just a year ago that I would be in a place like this, in a situation like this. I couldn't tell if I was happier than more normal people, or if I was just normally happy for the first time in my life.

Since Cocoa was going to leave for college in the fall, she taught me how to work reception and receive new reservations on the computer, as well as answer questions on the phone. I didn't mind doing that and my other job at the same time, it's not like I wanted to sit in front of the TV all day. Plus, the computer allowed me to browse the web.

The end of July was the hottest part of the year, luckily the whole building had nice AC, even the kennels, to ensure the dogs stayed comfortable. Taking the dogs out and playing with them was one of the more laborous chores, though, which is why I was glad I didn't have to do it anymore.

It was the slow in the middle of the day and I was reading a book at the reception desk after a session with the dogs. It was good to cool down and relax, especially since I didn't have to worry about any school work. A couple walked in, a man and a woman, the woman had dark hair and was visibly pregnant, though not in late-term. The man was a little taller and followed closer behind her.

"Excuse me, this is some kind of foster home, right?" the woman said nervously to me. I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a secret or not, and I wasn't sure what to say.

"Well, it's a dog hotel, and not really a foster home. Can I... help you with anything specific?" I asked, making sure to only give as little information as possible.

"Well, we know it's also a dog kennel but... is there a Marian Ambrose here? She should be the owner..." since she knew about Miss Ambrose I guessed she could talk to her. I went and got her, and they talked in Miss Ambrose's office for quite some time. It wasn't a major secret that we had orphans here, but most people who came in weren't interested in that. Regular customers had built up a rapport with some of the girls, but I had never seen these people before.

I left the reception to Pillow and walked upstairs, Muffin had finished with her duties and was just lounged back in a chair and watching TV. After about 15 minutes, footsteps came up the stairs it was Miss Ambrose followed by the two people who had come in. Miss Ambrose had quite a serious look on her face, the woman just looked around confused.

"Muffin, we need to talk to you about something important," Miss Ambrose said, signaling towards the door that led to her side of the living area. I had never seen any of the girls go into there before. "My office isn't quite big enough for all of us," she said as Muffin looked quizzically around as she stood up. The woman stared at her intently.

"Something...important? What?" she asked innocently, just as confused as I was.

"It's something private," Miss Ambrose said sternly, and beckoned her.

"I... want Cinnamon to come with me, then, anything you want to talk to me about you can also talk with her about," Muffin said, acting almost scared and grabbing my arm. "Who are these people, you are going to d-do anything with me are you?" Muffin said, a sudden frightened tone to her voice. I had a feeling other 'important talks' didn't end well for her in the past.

"No, Muffin, we just need to talk to you alone-"

"It's okay. If they're good friends she may come with her," the woman spoke up before she could finish. Even I was surprised by that. I smiled awkwardly at Muffin to calm her down and I followed her into Miss Ambrose's section of the house.

It was small and clean with it's own small living room and kitchen with a few appliances in it. There was only enough sitting space for the 4 of us, me and Muffin sat down on the large chair next to a window and the couple sat down on the loveseat facing the TV. Miss Ambrose offered them some drinks. Both Muffin and the woman looked incredibly anxious as we sat there.

"So, well, um... you see..." the woman stammered and blushed as she was clearly having problems saying whatever she was about to say. Since she wasn't able to spit it out, she took her purse out and dug out what looked like a photograph and handed it Muffin. We looked it over together. It was a picture of a 4 or 5 year old girl with long dark hair like the woman. Then, it was like a train filled with bricks hit me square in the chest. The girl in the picture had one crystal blue eye.

"I think... no, I am... your mother. Do you remember me at all?" she said as Muffin just stared at the picture, her eyes wide. "Your name was Abby, short for Abigail. Abigail O'Reilly. Do you... remember that name?"

Muffin just continued to stare at the picture, saying nothing. She eventually looked up from the photograph.

"I don't... I don't remember," Muffin said plainly.

"Oh, well, I guess that's understandable. You see, I had gone away for a few days and left you with a caretaker. She was a professional babysitter, or so she said. When I got back, neither of you were at the house anymore. Do you remember that?" she asked as tears started welling up in the woman's eyes. I now understood completely why Miss Ambrose didn't want me in here for this. Muffin shook her head after a few seconds.

"I can only remember the... junkyard...and then the group home...then here," she said with a frustrated look on her face, clearly trying to remember but being unable.

"We knew you had been kidnapped, and the police did an investigation, but they eventually assumed you were dead. We had a funeral and everything, there's a gravestone with your name on it. But we got a call a week ago from a relative who lives in this area whose daughter went to school and talked about a girl with eyes like yours. Ms. Ambrose here told us how you were found in a junkyard where you lived for years, since you were kept there it's no wonder the police couldn't figure it out. But now..." the woman had started crying pretty heavily through the middle of the story.

"So...you're my real mother... and my father?" Muffin said, looking at the man, who had so far not said anything.

"This is my husband... your real father died when you were 2. But you also have an older sister, and a half-brother. Not to mention, a half sister inside me," she said, looking down. I could tell Muffin was overwhelmed, for the first time she seemed truly vulnerable. I put my hand on her shoulder. I had never seen her cry, it felt like those kinds of emotions were all but closed off to her, at least in the time I knew her.

"So... what?" Muffin asked, looking straight at the woman. It was a straightforward question, but one that needed to be asked. There were many possibilities to this. Did they just want to meet her? Or...

"Well... you're my daughter. You don't have to live in group homes or foster homes anymore. You can come live with us, like you alway meant to," she said with a teary smile, holding her husband's hand. My eyes narrowed and emotion filled up in me. These people thought they were saving her from some crappy life! Muffin just sat there, being smothered by the incredible amount of revelations being hoisted on her at once. Before I could even say anything, Miss Ambrose spoke up.

"That is not decided. I legally adopted Muffin not long after I took her in," she said firmly, breaking the silence.

"And we thank you for being a surrogate mother, and to you for being a surrogate sister... but certainly you can understand that she should be with her family, her real family. We live just a county over, she might go to a different school but we would be happy to let you visit..."

"No! You don't understand!" I finally stood up. "We aren't just some foster home or orphanage. We're a real family. And Muffin- Abigail-whatever, we're not just playground friends. We're... lovers..."

"Cinnamon! You should leave us in private so we can discuss this," Miss Ambrose said sternly in my direction. Muffin didn't say anything or even really react to my outburst.

"No... she was taken from you, I know... but now you're trying to take her from us...from me. From people who know and love her like family..."

"That's enough, Cinna. A lot of things are probably going through Muffin's head right now. I think it's best she have a night or two to think about this. Take Muffin and go get something to eat and drink. There are things me and Mr. and Mrs. Lake must talk about now."

I was ready to revolt again, but Muffin stood up as if to leave. I followed her out and shut the door behind me. The rest of the girls were scrambling as if they all had their ears to the door and swiftly tried to make it look like they weren't.

About an hour later, Mr. and Mrs. said goodbye to me and Muffin. Miss Ambrose didn't say much else to me or her the rest of the night. She only commented that they would be back the next day. Me and Muffin were in the living room alone with each other. I think the rest of them went to bed early so we could have some privacy.

"I can't imagine what you might be feeling..." I said to her as we sat alone on the couch, the TV being the only light in the room. It was like that first night we spent together when I had only been there a week, and we shared our first real kiss.

"Sure you can... your real parents just gave you up... but any day they could walk through the door like mine did," she said in a melancholic tone.

"But... you don't actually want to go with them, do you?" I asked.

She stayed silent.

"Muffin?"

"I... don't know. I never thought I actually had a mother who wanted to keep me and care for me...to think of how long I spent in the junkyard... I thought I had been abandoned or given up..."

"But that would mean... we couldn't be together... at least not in the way we are now..." I said, my tears welling up.

"I know... but even if it does come to that, no one can take what we already have away, right? No one can take... this... away."

Muffin leaned over and started kissing me, grabbing my sides and pushing me slowly down on the couch. She didn't try anything playful and bestial, just a slow kiss while wrapping her arms around me. She disconnected and started kissing my neck.

"I just... never want to see you go..."

"I know," she whispered in my ear before kissing me again. "But you have to be strong."

I can't tell you how long we spent making out on the couch together. I saw the door to the sleeping rooms hanging slightly ajar and at least two eyes peering out of them. I met the eyes with my own and I could hear Balloons' and Neko's voice behind it as they closed it the rest of the way. Muffin didn't attempt to take my clothes off or do anything sexual with me that night. What we did was her pure expression of love. Sex was some kind of game to her, and this was not a game.

I was dreading the next day. I didn't do anything with the dogs, although Muffin did. I sat at reception about the same time as the previous day and both of them came back in at about the same time. I didn't say anything to them, I wasn't trying to be rude but I didn't feel too great about the situation.

First they met without Muffin, then called her in a little while later, but this time they kept me out. Balloons had not bothered me at all about this, I had a feeling Cocoa or one of the other older girls were making sure she didn't say anything insensitive towards me. Personally, I could have used her cheerful disposition as I sat on the couch, waiting for them while they talked for over an hour. It almost surprised me when Miss Ambrose called me in and I sat down.

The atmosphere in the room was strange, no one looked elated but at the same time I had a feeling they weren't going to tell me bad news. This time, it was Mrs. Lake that spoke up first.

"First off, I want to thank you, Cinnamon. We came in with some misconceptions that have since been proven wrong. We know now that this place is truly special to Ab-... Muffin, and that you two...share a love together. We know you are a family, and if there's anything I've personally learned, there is nothing more devastating than losing family. Still, we believe and Muffin has expressed an interest in spending time with her biological family. All those things considered, we have worked out an arrangement where Muffin will stay here during the week and will come visit with us on the weekends. As her... special friend, you are welcome to come with her on these visits any time you want, and we will happily accomodate you," Mrs. Lake said sort of happily.

I looked over at Muffin, and she smiled, and Miss Ambrose shared the smile.

"Your guardian was rather impassioned on your behalf, and we eventually came around to understanding both of your sides," Mrs. Lake said again. I went over to Miss Ambrose and hugged her.

"Thank you... Mom..." I said, tears welling up in my eyes again.

"You are welcome, dear. But there's another person who could use a hug more than me," she said, and I knew who she meant.

I went over to Muffin and tightly hugged her, and she smiled and gave me smooch on the lips. Mr. Lake appeared a little uncomfortable when we did that, but Mrs. Lake seemed okay with it and smiling. A huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders when I learned she would get to stay, and part of me was sort of excited to meet Muffin's biological family. Some things do end well, after all. --------------------------------------------------------------

That September, I formally became Sarah Ambrose, and stopped having reservations about calling my adoptive mother "Mom". That celebration came on the tail end of Cocoa's long emotional send-off to college. High school was different, but with mostly the same people. Muffin no longer had the stigma of being a special education student, the Lakes even helped pay for a private tutor to get her caught up. She still had some trouble, but it helped that I was in a few classes with her.

Despite my fiery first impression, the Lakes and I got along very well. Needless to say, Muffin stood out amongst her slightly more normal siblings. Her older sister was only a year ahead of Muffin, so the two could relate on some things, even if she was much more of a girlie girl than Muffin. It didn't help that she also wanted to be cosmotologist, and looked to expriment on Muffin who still had to be persuaded to go to the salon. Her younger brother was fun to be around, and although he was confused as to why me and Muffin kissed, he seemed okay with it as time went on.

We still did our "duties", and the Lakes naturally had no idea. They were never told the details of Muffin's time in the junkyard like I was, and there was a good chance we would never tell them. Eventually I worked up the courage to let one enter me fully, and it was the ride of my life. Still, I wasn't sure if I would be up for that daily in the same way Muffin was.

Balloons and Neko started doing more and more stuff together, but it never appeared that they actually did anything sexual. With Neko, at least, I doubted that she was into other girls the same way Balloons might have been. Apple stayed her same self, but she kept drawing and she got much better with time. She even won a drawing contest and managed to sell some, even. She was really happy, and it only encouraged her to get even better.

Half-way through the school year both Pillow and Lily announced their intention to go to college. Pillow wanted to study science, according to her it was leisurely enough to accomodate her narcolepsy. Lily wanted to study accounting, but unlike Pillow and Cocoa she wouldn't be leaving because she wanted to look after her sister.

Business was good, so Mom built an extension to the building with more kennels, but also included a new seperate dorm-like room for the older girls like Lily could stay in and Cocoa and Pillow could also stay there during their vacations.

Of course, Pillow and Cocoa's departure meant that there seemed to be a big hole in the staff, not to mention less people around to get things done. That, however, would be fixed when two new family members came in during my second summer at Dog Days.