The Perils of Puppy Perfume: A Sue Sharp Snippet

 

The Perils of Puppy Perfume: A Sue Sharp Snippet

Story by: Brentwood 

Original Concept by: Nimbletail

            Though she wasn’t exactly thrilled for her former co-workers to see her in her very pathetic puppy girl state, Button was still excited to be back at the FBP Headquarters where her owner still worked.  It was beyond boring to spend the majority of her day crated and waiting for Master to return.  Coming into the office meant that she got to be with Master all day long, and more importantly, it meant that he thought she was well-trained and behaved enough for it.  That was how things worked.  As she demonstrated how good a girl she could be, she got fun privileges and was even trusted with little responsibilities.

            After a few weeks of coming to work with Master, he’d started allowing her to move around the building to deliver and fetch things for him.  It was never anything that important.  After all, what master in his right mind would trust a puppy girl with something crucial?  Even still, she was proud to be trusted with any duties he gave her no matter how appropriately insignificant they may have been.

            That morning, she was on one such assignment.  Before slipping through her doggy door to be on her way, Button had knelt before Master’s feet to get her little briefing.  She was at attention, meaning that her dainty shoulders were back, her tiny breasts were thrust out, and her “hind legs” were spread wide to put her scarcely concealed and very overheated “puppy parts” on full display.  She looked up at him attentively with her pigtailed head slightly cocked to one side, pink tongue lolling from her mouth, her big brown eyes wide, as he slowly and deliberately explained what she was to do. It was hard not to wiggle and squirm.  She loved it when he talked to her that way.  It was an acquired taste that took a long time to develop, but once Button had developed it, she found it absolutely intoxicating!

            “Alright, pup, go up to the Experimental Division, you remember where that is, right?”

            Button bounced in place making the bell on her pink collar jingle.  She barked once to reply, “Yes.”

           “Good girl!”

            Button felt a pang in her belly and wonderful tingles between her open thighs.  She loved being called a “Good girl.”

            “You’re going to deliver this to room thirty-five,” he presented a red mail tube that, due to its suggestive shape, was referred to as a “mail knot” by nearly everyone in the building.  He popped the knot into her open mouth and she bit down on it ever so slightly.  She knew how they frowned on postal pets leaving marks on the tubes.  Drool began to leak out of the corners of her mouth as her panting increased.  Why did she have to have the stupid tube in her mouth at all?  Why couldn’t she have Master instead?  Rather than wondering how many other puppy girls had drooled on the messenger tube that day alone, Button instead massaged the bottom of it with her tongue, pretending that it was Master.

            “Can you remember that, baby doll?  That’s thirty-five.  It’s a three and then a five.  That’s a three and a five right next to each other, like this...”  He held up a piece of paper with the number written on it.

            Button panted faster and squeezed her hind legs together.  She bounced again and replied in a stifled bark.

            “That’s my girl!”  He praised and ruffled her hair.  Then he looked at her a bit sternly.  He put his polished, black wingtip between her knees and gently prodded her legs back apart.  “This needs to always be on display for me, Button.”

            Button didn’t resist.  She spread her legs wide again and barked apologetically for her slip up.  Then she stared down at Master’s shoe.

            Oh, please, Master, just let me have a little humpy time!

             As if reading her frantic little mind, Master grinned down at her and pulled his foot back.  “That’s better.  Now, get going, honey.  I’ve got work to do.”  He dismissed her with a firm swat on her behind.

            With her butt still pleasingly stinging, Button trotted down the hallway as quickly as her pawed hands and feet would allow.  If the mail knot had not been filling her mouth, Button would have frowned.  Master always had “work to do!”

            Master is so mean…I’M the only thing he should have to DO!

            Already sweating a bit from the exertion of crawling, she paused at an intersection and looked down past her hanging, little breasts, between her hind legs.  Even though her puppy parts were covered by a light brown c-string that matched the rest of her puppy girl ensemble, her neediness was starting to show around the edges.

            Button wiggled her backside again as if the motion might dissipate her near constant horniness, but all it did was remind her of the pressure brought on by the tail plug she wore.  She experimentally clenched down on it, which definitely didn’t help either.  She sighed and then continued down the hall.

            When she’d been left at home in her crate on workdays, there was a time when Button would have entertained herself by replaying her favorite movies, reciting parts of books, poems, and singing songs in her head.  Naturally, her thoughts turned to sex throughout the day, but since she wasn’t allowed to paw herself without Master’s supervision, she tried not to think about it. Over time though, whether she was allowed to have fun or not, her mind began to focus more and more on sex—mating—until one day it was all she could think about from when Master left until he came home and gave her a good using.

            When he’d started bringing her to work, Button thought she might get a little action during the day—something to cool the steamy, unrelenting desire that perpetually throbbed between her slender legs.  Master, always the cool, in-control professional, had a stupid “no mating at work” policy.  So, while she was happy to have something to do during the day finally, she found herself just as frustrated as she was when she was left crated, perhaps more so because her desire was always heightened even more when Master was around.

            The Experimental Division entry had some increased security after some “terrorists'' had absconded with one of the specimens the year before.  Button, as demurely as a puppy girl could, presented the official heart-shaped laser brand on her butt to the security guard so that he could scan its barcode.  Button would have thought the whole thing an unnecessary imposition were it not for the fact that she had been one of those terrorists.

            After scanning her, the guard smirked.  “You know, pup, you could be a little more thoughtful of the janitorial staff.”

            Button looked up at him quizzically.

            “All that drooling you’re doing from both ends is making a terrible mess!”

            He laughed and Button, blushing, but not wanting to be impolite, replied with a muffled bark.

            Apparently satisfied, the guard waved her through the doggy door to the right of the people door.  While Button was happy to have helped that so-called “specimen” escape, she found that with each passing month as a puppy girl, there was a growing part of her that was almost ashamed she had participated.  After all, a good puppy girl was supposed to encourage others like herself to behave, not stir them up!  She tried to fight such feelings, but like her arousal, it was becoming more and more difficult as time passed.

            It was easy enough to find room thirty-five and to make her delivery.  It earned her a “good girl” and a head pat from a man in a lab coat, which was nice, but not as nearly as nice as when Master did it.  Hoping that she would get similar praise from Master now that her little job was done, Button trotted back for the entrance of the Experimental Division.

            I used to think my stipend was a pittance, now I work for head pats…

            She was close to the exit when she heard a female voice snap, “No, Bad girl!” followed by the unmistakable sound of an open palm swatting a bare, unturned behind.  It was an all too familiar sound to Button, and just hearing it made her wince.  “Bad, girl, Pepper!”

            Button’s ears perked up.  There was only one Pepper that she was aware of in the building.  While Button didn’t know her very well, they had run across each other a few times.  Following the commotion to a nearby doorway, Button stealthily crept up and peeked around the doorframe.

            There she saw a beanpole of a woman, with curly blonde hair, wearing a white lab coat.  The woman held a leash in her hand and peered down coldly over wire framed glasses at Pepper’s very distinct form on the other end.  While Button had never learned why, Pepper, unlike most other puppy girls, had been “pruned” as Master had called it.  It was a nice way of saying that for “experimental purposes” the researchers had removed her arms at the elbows and her legs at the knees. Her stumps had been capped off with black cups with pink dog paws printed on the bottom.  If Button didn’t find them so scary she might have found Pepper’s little stumps kind of cute, perhaps even enviable.  They meant that Pepper was a pet for life.  They meant that Pepper was even more helpless.  As hot as such notions were to Button, even she had her limits!

            The truncated puppy girl, despite her imposed limitations, defiantly pulled back against the leash while growling into a ridiculous dog-shaped muzzle that obscured most of her face.  Her eyes were always especially expressive.  Even from the doorway, Button could see the fury in them.

            There was a moment when she admired Pepper for standing up for herself, but then she found the same feelings about what a puppy girl ought to do well up inside of her.

            Come on, Pepper!  Just be a good girl and obey!  You’ll be so much happier!

            There was a younger man wearing a blue lab tech’s coat in the room as well.  Oddly enough, he was also wearing a respirator over his face.

            The woman sighed.  “Just pick it up and put it on the prototype.”

            The man nodded and scooped up Pepper off the floor.  While he carried her, Pepper’s stumps waved wildly, almost comically.  It would have made Button giggle if it weren’t for the collar around her neck that would have shocked her for making a “human sound.”  The tech crossed the room with Pepper and set her on a device that looked a little like the doggy scale Button had to use every time Master would take her to the vet.  Unlike the scale, there was a spray nozzle attached to one end of the metal pad with a tube running from it to an opaque plastic tank a short distance away.  There was an audible clicking sound from the pad, and then the nozzle sprayed a clear mist against Pepper’s exposed puppy parts.

            Pepper looked as if she was about to make a run for it, but the man held her leash taunt, ensuring that she’d stay right where she was or be choked by the collar.

            “Good work, Matt,” the woman said and paused to write a few notes on her tablet.

            “Thank you, Dr. Bragg.  So, how many is she taking on today?”

            Dr. Bragg spent several long moments finishing whatever it was she was writing before answering.  “It has twelve new ‘boyfriends’ waiting to meet it.”  The woman smiled.

            Matt whistled.  “She only had six the last time.  Why are you doubling it?”

            “I’ve concentrated the pheromone.  Those morons upstairs are riding me for results, and after what happened on my last project I have to deliver.”

            “Yeah, but twelve…all covered in that ‘puppy perfume’ she’s going to be a mess when they’re done with her.”

            Dr. Bragg laughed.  “You shouldn’t think of specimens like that.  Besides, I doubt it even notices anymore, it’s been so well used…”

            Pepper grunted, but the doctor and the tech ignored her.  Then, with a tug to the leash, the lab tech dragged Pepper towards the door, following Dr. Bragg out into the hallway.  Button ducked around the corner as the trio passed.

            “Sorry,” Matt said.

            “You’ll get the necessary detachment with time.  Remember, we make our careers with these animals…or break our careers with them.”

            Once the conversation had faded into the distance, Button returned to the room and looked at the device.  She wondered exactly what “puppy perfume” was.  Having been so restricted, she hadn’t had the chance to experience anything new or explore anything on her own in a very long time.  She knew that she should just leave it alone and go back to Master for head pats, but her curiosity won out.

            Good thing I’m a puppy and not a kitten or I’d be worried!  Curiosity never killed a puppy after all…

            Button hesitantly crawled onto the pad and aimed her overheated pussy towards the nozzle.

            If Pepper gets to have twelve “boyfriends” while she’s wearing it, Maybe Master will notice me more if I’m wearing puppy perfume!   

            A few moments later she heard the clicking sound from the pad beneath her.  She yelped from the cold spray coating her nether regions.

            She sniffed the air.

            It didn’t smell like perfume.  In fact, it didn’t smell like anything.

            Figuring that perhaps the tank was mostly empty, Button inwardly shrugged and made her way to the exit of the Experimental Division.

            On the way back to the office, Button could tell that something was different.  Surprisingly, she had found a certain amount of anonymity as a puppy girl, at least in areas where they were common like at the headquarters.  Most people, unless they were bored and looking for a little fun, didn’t take that much notice of a nearly naked girl crawling around the building.  The novelty had long since vanished.  So, it was a little shocking to Button when she felt many pairs of eyes on her during her journey back to Master’s office.  Every man she passed stopped whatever he was doing and stared at her like a hawk looking down at a tiny field mouse.

            One man even started following her.  Button crawled a little faster and he increased his speed to match her new pace.  She turned a corner and nervously glanced over her shoulder to see the man was right behind her, what’s more, he clearly had a bulge in his pants.

            Button yelped and scrambled faster, but on two legs he could easily overtake her.  Her little squeak attracted the attention of a passing woman who stopped the man.  She glanced between the red faced man and panting Button.

            “Hey, Rodney, what are you doing?”

           “I—” The man’s breathing was ragged.  He thrust his hands into his pockets and awkwardly adjusted his stance.  “Look at her…you can tell she wants it…”

            “Rodney, that’s Detective Jericho’s pet, Button.”  The woman tapped the stamp Master put on her butt every morning that read, “Property of Detective Jericho.  No free use!”

            The man was visibly sweating, like he had a fever, “Yeah, I know, but…I…”

            “Go back to your owner, sweetie!”  The woman urged Button on.

            Button didn’t need to be told twice.  She scampered down the hall while listening to the woman try to reason with the strange, horny man.

            It’s like I’m in a zombie movie out here! 

            Button finally reached the doggy door to Master’s office.  She slipped inside and practically collapsed on the office floor.

            “That took you a while, Button.  Did you get lost?”  Master chuckled from the desk without looking up.

            Button sat up and crawled to his feet.  She was a little scared about what had just happened.  Even though she hadn’t done anything, technically, she still felt like she had done something wrong somehow.  Unable to talk about it due to the shock collar, she sought comfort at Master’s feet.  Wrapping her paws around his shoes and pressing her cheek to the polished leather she sighed deeply.

            “Aw, did you miss me, honey?”  He reached down and gave her a coveted head pat.  “I’m busy right now, Button, go to your basket.  I’ll take you out so you can make your piddles and plops soon!”

            Button grimaced and padded towards the little basket Master had placed in the corner of the office for her.  She had somewhat gotten used to a lot of things about the puppy girl life, but she hated the way he described her answering nature's call.

            At least no one else heard him say it this time…       

            “Button, come!”  Master ordered.

            Without thinking, Button spun around and crawled back to him.

            Geez, make up your mind!

            She plunked down in front of him and looked up.  Master looked strange.  He was breathing heavily and his cheeks were flushed.  He looked just like the guy in the hall who was following her, only taller and much, much, much more handsome.  She’d seen Master consumed with lust before, but she’d always had to work extremely hard to get him there.  Even then, while he was by no means cold, he was always very much in control.

            He didn’t look in control.

            “Present, Button…”  He said quietly.  His hands were already on his belt buckle.

            Oh, my God, it’s happening!  Maybe the perfume worked after all!

            Not needing to be told twice, the eager, diminutive puppy girl spun back around, lowered her face to the cool tile floor and raised her scrawny wagging ass in the air.  Her heart jumped when she heard the belt buckle clatter against the floor.  She gasped when he pulled off her c-string and tossed it carelessly away.  She tensed when she felt his strong hands grip her narrow hips.  Button was surprised.  Normally Master would have made her work for it, really work for it, but he was being so direct.  She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.  As much as she hated him for it sometimes, there was something about being teased and denied until she was nothing but a drooling, dripping mess.  Being put through her paces and having to “earn” the mating reinforced the power dynamic between them, and she loved that.  It made the mating that much better.

            Button had little time to think about that, however.  She opened her mouth wide, but only a strangled, little whimper managed to escape when she felt the thick head of Master’s “knot” at her entrance.  There was once again no hesitation, no teasing or taunting.  With a grunt, he thrust into her, making her yelp and rock forward.  Then he started a frantic, rapid rhythm.  With tears in her eyes, Button whined and bit into the soft plush of her left paw mitten to endure the sensation of pleasure and pain intermingled.  Master was never gentle with her, but he was never that rough either.

            Please, Master!  Please!  I’m too small!  You’re too BIG!  Oh, God, I can’t!  I can’t!

            Even if her internal pleading could have been said aloud, something told her that he wouldn’t have stopped or even slowed his pace.  His fingertips digging into her soft skin he continued his relentless assault on her, grunting and groaning as he did.

            One of his hands moved to Button’s collar, while the other went to her swinging breasts.  She winced and whined as his powerful grasp squeezed and kneaded her sensitive, swollen “teats.”  Feebly, Button tried to paw away his hand, but that only made him fuck her harder and yank on her collar, jarring her and choking her.  Very lightheaded, she stopped fighting him and tried to remember one of her obedience school mantras about obeying, being pleasing, or understanding that whatever Master did to her was right, proper and for her own good.

            She couldn’t think of any.

            All she could do was close her eyes and endure the hard, rapid thrusts into her tight, delicate depths.  Despite all the pain and the fear, she could feel her desire mounting.  Master’s hands moved to her shoulders, making her lurch forward with every thrust.  She felt his hot breath on her ear.  He was whispering something, but she couldn’t tell what.  His teeth sank into her neck then her shoulder making her howl as tears ran down her cheeks.

            Please, Master!  Please!  Please be conscious enough to give me permission to make cummies!  Please!

            Button felt herself nearing the brink, but without his permission she couldn’t do it no matter how much she wanted to!  It happened again and again.  He rode her for so long that she began to wonder not when it would stop but if it would stop.  Exhausted and desperate she climbed to what she thought would be another ruined orgasm, but then his pace quickened again.

            “Now, bitch!”  He growled as he thrust faster and faster.

            Now, what? 

            “Now!  Make your cummies now!”  Master groaned and buried himself inside of her.  She felt her insides flooded with him, and with his belated permission, she squealed and did precisely as she was told.

            She could barely register Master’s confused remarks about what had come over him.  Sore inside and out and leaking all over the floor, she whimpered.  Master patted her head and said something about cleaning her up and taking care of her marks.  Obviously the perfume had worn off and Master was back to his old self.

            As he wiped her off between her lewdly spread legs and prepared to clean and put medicine on the bite marks and bruises, Button promised herself she wouldn’t give into her curiosity again and instead follow Master’s instructions to the letter in the future.  She also had no intention of telling Master what she had done.  Of course, she reasoned that he’d probably figure it out sooner or later.  As bad as she felt about what she’d made him do, she knew that when he did find out, she was going to be a very sorry, little puppy.

***

 

From:  Maxwell Jones - Head of Experimental Division

To:  Dr. Victoria Bragg

Subject:  Pheromone Compound #2178B-3

 

Greetings Dr. Bragg,

After the incident last week involving Detective Robert Jericho and his puppy girl, Button, the board has unanimously decided to cancel the Pheromone Compound #2178B-3 Project.  As of writing this message, your techs, lab space, and other resources have already been reassigned to other projects.

As this is the third incident involving one of your projects, you have been terminated from the Experimental Division effective immediately.  I am aware that you have enjoyed a special ComPet draft deferment in exchange for your scientific services.  As you are no longer able to offer such services, you must report for ComPet processing within the next 24 hours.

Thank you for your years of service to the FBP.  We look forward to your continued service in your new role.

Regards, Maxwell Jones – Head of Experimental Division