Forever

One year after the family moved into the grand estate, Dorothy took you to the highest hill on the property at sunset.

The sky was painted in soft pinks and golds. Below, the large house stood proudly — your forever home. In the distance, you could see the pack of twenty dogs roaming the grounds, occasionally barking. Your mother was likely inside, being used by Victoria and Elena as usual.

Dorothy sat on the grass and gently pulled you into her lap. Your floppy blonde ears twitched as she scratched behind them. Your tail wagged slowly against her thigh. Your long tongue hung out, drool dripping onto her dress, but she didn’t mind.

She looked down at you with genuine love in her eyes.

“Do you remember when you were just a boy who came to stay for the summer?” she asked softly.

You tilted your head, floppy ears flopping cutely. The memory was there, but it felt like a story about someone else. You gave a small, confused “Arf?”

Dorothy smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“You don’t, do you? Good. That boy is gone. There’s only Slutcunt now.”

She stroked your back, running her fingers over the raised brands that marked you as hers.

“You’ve become everything I wanted. My perfect, drooling, leaking, tail-wagging breeding bitch. The neighborhood uses you. The pack breeds you daily. Your own mother serves beside you as the family whore. And you… you’re happy, aren’t you?”

Your tail wagged faster. You pressed your face against her chest and licked her skin affectionately.

“Arf… arf-arf…”

Yes, Mommy. I’m happy.

Dorothy held you tighter, her voice thick with emotion.

“I’m never letting you go. Not in this life. Not ever. You’ll stay my dog until the day you die. You’ll eat from my ass, sleep with the pack, get bred in the park, and live on all fours. This is your eternity, Slutcunt.”

She tilted your chin up so she could look into your eyes.

“And you love it.”

You barked once, softly, eyes shining with pure devotion.

“Arf!”

Dorothy kissed your lolling tongue, then your floppy ear, then your forehead.

“Good dog.”

Your mind went blissfully blank. Pure happiness flooded through you. Your tail wagged so hard it thumped against the grass. Your cage leaked steadily. Your heart felt full.

As the sun finally disappeared behind the hills, Dorothy stood up and clipped the leash back to your collar.

“Come on, Slutcunt. Let’s go home. The pack is waiting to breed you before bed.”

You crawled happily beside her down the hill — floppy ears bouncing, tongue hanging out, tail wagging, cum from earlier in the day still leaking down your thighs.

This was your life.

This was your forever.

And you had never been more content.

The End.