Kristen Stewart (pet play)

"Don't you want to go out for a walkie? Aren't you a good girl?"

"Who said that?"

The voice came from nowhere, surprising Kristen as she was cooking. But it didn't come back for hours, making her think she dreamed it. Yet, again the words came back as she was about to go to sleep.

"Don't you want to go out for a walkie? Aren't you a good girl?"

Looking around again, she couldn't find the origin of the voice.

In the morning while she was still in the bed she heard it again. It was so annoying, she wanted so much to know who was saying that, but there was no one around. Everywhere, no matter what she was doing, the words came, again and again.

"No, I don't want a walkie!" She shouted at some point.

But the words came back nonetheless.

As the sun bathed her bedroom, the next day. She heard the words again, but she didn't mind, she was getting used to it, somehow. What shocked her, though, was the tattoo above her right tits "bad bitch" with a dog drawing.

"Not cool!" She protested, even if her mind was whispering that it was worse than that.

The words continued to creep their way into her mind, repeated all day. And as the next day started, hearing the words made her somehow happy. This time, several paws were tattooed above her left tits. Yet she found it cute.

"Don't you want to go out for a walkie? Aren't you a good girl?"

"Yes, woof!!" She half barked.

"Woof the arf?!"

She couldn't stop herself barking when she wanted to talk. She was concerned, but, she wanted to go out for a walk too badly to look into it.

So, she took her leash and walked out. But it didn't felt complete, she needed... someone else. Someone to pull the leash. So, she took the bus, under the judgy look of passerby. She was so happy to go out, she forgot to change, she was still in her night closes. Too late to walk back home, there was no one there anyway.

So, she got on the bus and couldn't contain her joy as she saw the house. Barking at its sight.

Kristen rushed out as soon as the door opened. Running to the house.

She knocked on the door and went on all four, a good dog walk on all four. The door opened, and she shook her ass, seeing her owner, the person speaking to her for so long.

"So, you're finally here. Good girl!"

"Arf arf!!"