Lita

You can’t ignore the heated passion that Lita showed you. She was so attached, and while a bit on the dirty side, you can’t say it’s a real turnoff. She was earthy, not really messy, and you‘d certainly had your smelly days. A pet as lovingly dedicated and enthusiastic as her would be a nice change of pace from the sort of trouble you, friends, and others have had with more complex women.

You tap the clerk by the shoulder and brandish the collar. He nods and takes a large step back to leave you to your business personally. You return to where she’s taken to sitting, resting with her back against a tree. Her breath puffs her breasts up and down in the usual hypnotic fashion. They’re so large and soft they seem to never stop jiggling.

You cough a bit and she looks up in surprise at you. You smile and raise the collar, and her eyes light up. Her tail wags eagerly and she sits upright, but then looks confused.

“I’m picking you,” you tell her. She blinks in recognition, but then looks confused again. “You get it, right?” you ask.
She nods but her expression remains.
“…you don’t get why,” you realize. She nods again. “You’re a passionate girl. You’re dedicated and strong and sexy and I wanna get down and dirty with you, so to speak.”
She looks at you a bit more softly, but it doesn’t really seem to hit her until you outright put the collar on her. The closeness to her person makes her scent overwhelming, and you find yourself getting hard just from her sexual aroma.

She looks up at you in surprise, and her mouth drops open. “You meant that…” she says, her voice a bit raspy and deep, but ladylike anyway.
“Of course,” you assure her, running a hand through her head fur. She lets out a soft growl, closing her eyes and her taut muscles and ample tits shivering.
“Oh god,” she pants. You wonder if she’s aroused already, but she leans in and rubs her head on your shoulder. You scratch her head supportively and she sighs heavily. “I don’t think anyone’s touched me so gently before,” she moaned.
“Get used to it, kiddo.”

The clerk slowly approaches, forms tucked under his arm and watching patiently. “Was hoping you’d take her,” he admits. “You’ve got a love for life there, pal. Don’t waste it.”
You let one hand stroke over Lita’s head, letting her lay against you and using your free hand to sign off the forms so you can get alone.