Please Cuddle Me

A month came and went. At this point, I knew I wasn't making any progress towards finding an owner. I still thought I should have a master that wasn't you, but I didn't see any way to make it happen.

"Sis, you can't save the world in a day. You've only been a dog girl for a month, just give it time."

We were both sitting on the couch, watching some TV together. Ever since you found out I was a pet, you've been willing to cuddle me for a little bit every day. I've loved being able to do that, though I had to put the majority of my mental processing power into not going too far. Cuddling was fine, but letting you find out that I wanted you was completely off limits. The cuddles had to be the most platonic cuddles possible. I made sure I was clothed as if I was heading out at any moment, and there was always at least one blanket between us. My hands were rigidly kept in my lap at all times. Some days it would just be our shoulders that would touch, other times you would wrap your arms around me and I would get to spend an hour in heaven. Luckily for me, today was one of those days.

"I know, bro... I'm just... I don't think I'm a very good dog girl. The classes aren't helping, I have no idea how to talk to any possible owners. The only person I can hold a basic conversation with is you."

"Of course you're going to have trouble talking to other people. Every social norm you've ever learned just got rewritten. That's going to take a good while before you know how to hold a conversation. You can talk to me because I'm your brother. You've lived with me your whole life. I'm going to treat you the same whether you're a woman or a petgirl."

I let out a sigh of content before snuggling up just a little closer.

"That's why I love you. You're so nice to me. Nicer than I deserve."

"You deserve the world, sis."

I couldn't help but smile as a blush spread across my face. You talked a smooth game, even before you knew my terrible secret.

I laid still against you for the next 30 minutes, thinking about how wonderful you were, and how much stress I must be putting you through. So much work to keep me living with you, while taking college classes, AND having to put up with my newfound pethood. I should have stuck to my rule, I should have kept the contact to a minimum, I should have let you just watch your show, but I couldn't. I started off by leaning a little more into you, letting you hold me closely by your side. That should have been enough, I didn't need to go any farther... But all my thoughts about how much you were sacrificing for me, and how amazing you were...

I leaned a little more. At this point, I was less against your shoulder and more draped across your chest. I was moving into dangerously unexplored cuddle territory. I need to abort, I needed to stop! You looked down at me, with a strange expression on your face. I couldn't tell if you were just awkwardly accepting what I was doing, or if you were truly okay with it.

"...Is this okay, bro?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it, it's good."

You swapped your arms, now putting the other behind my back to support me, which let me snuggle against your chest more.

"I like cuddling you, big bro."

"I know, sis."

Your expression shifted to a confused but happy look. I'm guessing you decided that I was only being extra pet-like today, and you were okay letting me have my fun. I needed you to know, though, how amazing you were. How good of a master you would be.

But I couldn't, if you found out I wanted you, this would all be over. I wouldn't get to live with you or cuddle you anymore, you would kick me out!

But you are so amazing, I needed to show you. Maybe I could start off slowly, asking whether you'd ever thought about having a pet, or maybe mentioned how you have a lot of the traits of a good master.

But it would be a horrible idea, I couldn't tell you that!

But- But- But-

My mind raged back and forth, unable to choose. I must have had a scared look on my face, since you asked me if I was okay. Then, my body chose for me.

"Sis, is something wro-"

Of all the possible ways to bring up the topic of you being my master, I went with the absolute worst one.

You see, when puppies are born, they can tell their parents that they are hungry by licking at their parents' mouths. As dogs grow older, licking others' mouths is a sign of **** deference. The ultimate act of submission. "You are the one who takes care of me and brings me food."

Somehow, the dog girl part of me had become so ingrained in my brain, that I did it without even thinking. While you were in the middle of giving another example of how much you care about me, I shot up from my laying position and licked you, right inside your mouth.