Shocker, the Pack Pet

You lay on the couch, Sheila’s hand running through your hair with your head laying in her lap. “Hey, where’s Shocker?” you hear Bob yell out from the other room. You lean up out of Sheila’s lap looking over to Bob. “You need to go out?” he asks when he sees your head poke up. You shake your head yes, before making your way to the back door.

The cold air nips at your bare skin. You’d prefer to just use the restroom, but you know the pack wouldn’t allow their pet that amenity. Luckily, when Bob is around you never have to hold it for long. You know it’s just because the fat wolf likes to watch, but that’s better than holding it for hours, or even worse having an accident in the house. You catch a glimpse of Bob licking his lips as he watches you squat in the grass.

With your business over, you bound back across the yard. You wait for Bob to open the door, despite your ability to open it. “Sit,” Bob commands. You turn your attention away from the door and take a seat on the ground, looking up at Bob. “Good girl, now roll over.” You lay down and do a complete roll, before returning to a sitting position. “Now, speak,” you pause at the newest command. He glares at you, and you see fur appearing on his arms. “Speak.”

You swallow before squeaking out, “ARrrFfF.” The fake bark turns into a slight yelp followed by a whimper, due to the shock collar activating. Bob laughs before taking a meat stick from his pocket. Kneeling in front of him, you take a bite from the jerky stick. He watches as you chew each bite, until your treat is gone. He opens the door, and you dash inside.

“Hey Shocker, go fetch a towel,” Darius commands as you step back inside the house. You see where he had dropped his drink, and quickly make your way down the hall. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in the hallway. Your blonde hair is longer than you ever remember it being. Your owners like it long, and Sheila in particular keeps it well brushed. A metal disc is attached to your collar, it has your name on it, “SHOCKER.” {if tempBool = false}You can also see the scars across your face, from where Lobo, the pack leader, knocked you out on the night of the convergence. {endif}

You look away from your reflection and grab a towel. You get down on your hands and knees to clean up the spill. You feel a swat on your ass. You look over your shoulder and see Darius standing over you, his dick in hand. His dick turns red, as he grows fur transforming into his werewolf form. You bite your lip as the wolfman mounts you from behind. You try to stifle your moans, since each cry sets off your shock collar. The wolf fucks you roughly from behind his claws digging into your hips where he holds you in place. He howls out as his cock deposits a huge load deep into you. You wait for his knot to shrink so you can untangle, but luckily Darius just shifts back into human, allowing his dick to slide out of you.

You clean up the new mess from where the cum leaking out of you had fallen to the floor. You take the towel to the laundry before returning to Sheila on the couch. You stop before climbing back into her lap. She has her pants off, and a bottle of lube in her hand. Knowing what she wants, you hold out your left hand. She squirts a bit of lube onto your fingers, coating the three fingers you have left.

You slide your two forefingers into her pussy, lining your pinky up with her anus. You work your fingers inside of your master, you lean in running your tongue around her clit. You use your free hand to pleasure yourself. You can feel Sheila approaching her orgasm, you’ve done this enough times to know her signals. She runs her hands through your hair, you lock eyes with her and she says, “Who’s a good girl?” You know it’s silly, but your conditioning gets you excited at the question. You start cumming around your fingers, because you know the answer. You. You are the good girl.