Terrible

Runt of the litter? She might have been talking about her diminutive stature, but you suspected that she was actually referring to the tiny dingus between her lovely legs. She even made you look huge by comparison. She was the smallest of her siblings and feeling inadequate about it…boy did you know what that felt like! She might have been from thousands of light years away, she might have doggy ears and a furry tail and a wet nose, but you knew a kindred soul when you saw one.

“Heyyy.” You kneel down beside the despondent alien. “Don’t talk like that Button. It doesn’t matter if you’re little or if you’re the runt, it’s what you got inside that counts.”

She bats her big caramel eyes up at you. “Inside?”

“Yeah.” You say, laying a hand over your chest. “If you got a good heart and a true soul. Those are the things that really matter.”

Button’s body relaxes as your kind tone putting her at ease. She sits up taller. You blush as her gorgeous body is once more revealed to you. Doing your best not to rudely ogle you try to stay focused on her pretty face.

“Really?” She says as if only hearing this sentiment for the very first time. “That’s what matters to you?”

“Sure. Of course.”

“But…” She looks down at herself, erasing all doubt as to what ‘runt’ meant. “…I’m so small. I could never satisfy a boy with a penis so small, no matter what’s inside me.”

“Oh Button.” You say. As you look at her you could see your every insecurity reflected back at you. “If somebody really likes you, really loves you, it doesn’t matter if you’re big or small Button. If somebody really cares about you they accept you for what you are. They help you be better and they celebrate you when you do your best.” You bow your head as you think back to all the hurtful things that Fiona and Allison had said to you. Your voice a whisper you continue. “It’s okay to be small Button. In fact…I think it’s beautiful.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I do.” You say. “And if you’re quick or if you can’t get it up sometimes…that’s okay too. It makes you real. It makes you…special.”

“Oh!” She licks her lips, her wide, wet tongue more doglike than human, and sort of bounces in place. “Sometimes I am quick a-and I become embarrassed."

“I hear that!”

“And sometimes…it is hard to get it up too. Especially if I’m trying really hard to please someone and want them to like me.”

“Yes! Yes!” You say. “Exactly. It’s easier when you can just do your own thing and you don’t have all this…pressure on you to perform.”

Her ears perk higher. “I didn’t know that happened to boys!”

“Oh, it happens.” You laugh “Unfortunately. Sometimes the little soldier ain’t takin orders from the general.”

“He he he! Little soldier?”

You laugh at her bright, cheery, yipping giggles. “But even little soldiers can be mighty! Ha ha ha!”

“He he he! You are not at all like I expected a man to be like Jesse.” She says, sitting even taller now with her hands on her soft fawn thighs. You notice that her fingers and thumb had very slight pads between the knuckles. Peeking around her side you could see similar ones on her toes and feet. “You’re nice.”

“Thank you!” You smile, and she smiles in return. “So, what did you expect a boy to be like?”

“Um.” She sighs. “I can’t say.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I’ve been trained never to lie to a boy.”

“Then tell the truth.”

“Sometimes it better to be quiet.” She says as her head lowers a couple of inches. “I do not wish to be beaten.”

“Beaten!? Oh my…geez, what kind of universe is this? I’m not going to beat you!” You say as a rotten feeling starts to rise in your gut. “Button, are you a ****?”

“I’m a pup.”

“I won’t be angry Button. Whatever the truth is, I want to hear it. What did you expect a boy to be like?”

“Well…the truth is…” She cringes and readies herself as if you might strike her. “I thought you’d be terrible.”

“What?” You say. “Terrible? Why terrible?”

“Boys are…cruel. So cruel. Proudly so sometimes.” She says. “Most of them are selfish and mean and don’t care about anybody else’s feelings but their own. They can be so very cruel, especially to little pups.”

You had never been told this. You had heard all about how precious and treasured and sought after males were, but only now did you think about what that might do to a man raised in that environment. Like out of touch celebrities or sports stars such special treatment would be sure to go to a guy’s head. The egos must be out of control.

“Why especially little pups?”

She cocks her head again in that adorable puplike way. “Don’t you know?”

“Pretend that I don’t.” You say. “Explain to me like I’m…a newcomer.”

Her eyes narrow suspiciously but she answers anyway. “They are especially cruel to pups because they’re the only ones who care in the first place."

“I don’t understand.”

“You actually don’t, do you?”

“Please, just answer.”

“Pups only exist because of men. We owe our whole existence to them.” She says. “We have no place in society otherwise.”

“No place?”

“Mmm.” She nods. “Our place is at a man’s side. A boy’s best friend. Women only tolerate us because some men like us. We’d be gone tomorrow if not for men.”

“Oh?”

“It was told to me that it is very, very lonely being a boy. We were made so they could have a friend, if they wanted one”

“Lonely?” How could a man who could get any woman he wanted…be lonely? “Why wouldn’t men have any friends?”

She sniffs the air. “You are a funny one Jesse.”

“Answer me Button. Please.”

“I don’t know Jesse.” She says. “I always assumed it was because they are so mean but…” She smiles. “…maybe I was wrong.”

“So women only tolerate you?”

“Mmm.” She nods. “Most despise us as we take some of the precious male attention away from real women. If we didn’t serve a purpose I think we’d be eradicated, even with some males protecting us.”

“What purpose?”

“Male melancholy. Many, many years ago a great sage made us pups to help with the issue.”

“Male melancholy?”

“Mmm.” She nods again, her ears flopping each time. “It’s a big problem. And it’s getting worse. It’s found with some men that having an honest and loyal friend who loves them unconditionally helps with the melancholy. Unconditional love is what puppy’s do.” She says. “Once I am imprinted to a Master he will be my whole world. He will be my everything.” Her shoulders sag. “Until he kills me.”

“Kills you!?”

“Many boys get bored of their pups, especially once we get older. Some have us put down, some kill us for the thrill of it, and some cast us away where we die from loneliness.” She trembles and lets out a little whine. This woman had zero filter on her emotions, what she was feeling was right there to be seen. “I’ve heard the pain of being parted from your Master is…unbearable. But, you see, boys can only have one imprinted pup at a time. They may have harems of women or choose or be held by a single powerful mistress, but only one pup can truly be theirs no matter what they wish. So when they get bored of us…we have to be replaced or put down.”

“That’s…that’s…terrible!”