Amy Contacts the Doctor

When they left the coffee shop Amy was trying her hardest to focus on the little bit of humanity she had left. Suddenly she was much more aware of her bare breasts swinging with each step. She was more aware of all the people who could see her right now. She was aware of how exposed she was.

As humiliated as she felt, she had to admit, she was falling in love with life as a pet. She was debating herself. 'On one hand being human was certainly more dignifying than being a pet. On the other hand it comes with a lot more responsibilities. As a human I could go on great adventures with the Doctor. As a pet I can run freely in the grass. As I human I get to be with my husband, the love of my life Rory...but being a pet means I get to play FETCH! I LOVE FETCH! AND TREATS! AND BEING A GOOD GIRL! AND PLAYING WITH MY TOYS! AND CHASING BUNNY AND CAT GIRLS!' She thought to her self.

The voice in her head telling her she belonged as a pet on all fours was only getting louder and louder. She had to contact the Doctor, before she lost herself forever.

When they got home her owner reclined himself onto the couch to watch TV. Amy tried to climb onto the ottoman. "Hey, get down! Off the Furniture!" Her owner shouted.

Amy slowly climbed off the ottoman. "Good girl." Her owner said. Amy shivered. It was amazing the kind of power those words had over her. She loved being a good girl.

She then decided to crawl over to her owner's home office. As she suspected, she had no way of opening the door. She would have to wait for her owner to use the office, and who knew how long that would take. She tried to go and play with her toys but that door was closed too!

She was wondering around bored not sure what to do. Suddenly she turned her head and looked at her ass. It started to wiggle, and for seemingly no reason whatsoever, Amy felt compelled to chase it! She started running around in circles trying to bit her own ass. In her mind she new it was stupid and impossible, but she couldn't help herself. Then she heard her owner coming up the stairs. Amy ran down the hall way, and hid.

After her owner stepped into his office she slipped in behind him before he closed the door. She then saw a couch with a blanket on it. She ran and over using her teeth she puled the blanket off the couch and hid under it. She stayed hidden under the blanket listening, waiting for her owner to finish.

After a while she heard the sound of her owner leaving the room. She climbed out from under the blanket, and over to the giant futuristic computer device in front of her. In the distance she could hear her owner calling for her. "Amy!" He shouted followed by a whistle. It took all her willpower not respond. She climbed onto the counter top and in front of her was a large keyboard. However Amy was unable to make since of these symbols in front of her. She was able to recognize them as english letters, but they didn't make since of her. Could the implants be effecting her ability to read?

She did her best to type up a bunch of letters, hoping they would make since. The message read, "DR amy n pt pLAnite. dogggirl hlpp!" She sent the message out, to several email addresses. This was the only chance she would have for the Doctor to get her message. Hopefully it worked.

"AMY!" Her owner shouted as he entered the room. He grabbed her by the collar pulled her down, and spanked her real hard several times over. Amy's ass was bright red when all was said and done. "Bad girl! Very Bad!"

Bad girl? Those words had so much power over her. She never felt so ashamed in her life. 'I'm a bad girl?' She asked herself. She was so heartbroken she felt like she was about to cry.

"Tonight you are sleeping in the crate!" Her owner commanded.

The crate? What was that? Amy would soon find out, taking her by the collar her downer dragger her into a room she had never been in before. The room was almost empty. There was a large cage, two food bowls one filled with water one empty, and a red ball. She owner shoved her into the caged and closed it.

"You will spend the night in here! Bad girl!" As her owner walked away Amy let out a little whimper. She had forgotten about the doctor all she could think about was that she was a bad girl.