Puppying Around

James chased after the stick. He was so happy to be a good puppy for Sir. He found the stick, and picked it up with his mouth to return to Sir. He crawled back, happily wagging his nonexistent tail, and dropped the stick at Sir's feet.

"Good boy." James was so happy to be a good boy. Sir picked the stick up and threw it again. James chased again, and this time the stick landed right in the middle of a path. Some power walkers were coming down the path, just as James crawled out to pick up his stick. He stopped, sniffed the air, and then bounded over to meet these new ladies.

"What's he doing" the first woman, a tall, dark haired, dark skinned woman in shorts and sports bra asked her companion, a short, busty, light skinned brunette in a tank-top and sweatpants. "It looks like he's pretending to be a dog," the brunette replied.

The pair turned to James. "Are you a good doggy?" the second woman asked. James barked in reply, then trotted up to her and sat like a good dog, tail wagging against the ground while he waited for pets. "Yes you are," she said, rubbing James' head.

"I don't know about this" the taller woman stated. "He looks a lot like a pervert, crawling around in public, practically exposing himself to everyone."

James blushed at the description, even as his cock throbbed at being a good puppy for the second woman.

"He's fine" the shorter of the two answered. "Everyone has their thing, and this isn't hurting anyone. Just let him enjoy it. Besides, he's adorable."

"His name is James" said Sir, who had apparently seen the women with James and come over to investigate. "He's a very good puppy, and very obedient." James barked and throbbed, happy with the praise. "He can do any trick you care to name. Want to see?"