Teaching a Former Dog New Tricks

You clutch Duchess protectivelyto your side, batting away the now-pouting Bimbo Orb with your free hand. "No, you can't have Duchess."

(˃̩̩̥ɷ˂̩̩̥) "But I waaaant her!"

"No, you little creep!"

( ≧Д≦) "You never let me have anything! Not a hot body, or, or, like your soul, or, or....Grrrrr! You are SO MEEAN BWAAAA~!"

You groan, running a hand down the side of your face as the bimboized demon whips around the room, wailing in outraged despair. Duchess wags her little tail hesitantly, her fluffball mind trying to figure out what exactly is going on and utterly failing. Not that you're faring any better; you're pretty sure that if you don't find some way to give your former master what she wants and soon, she'll find a way to utterly destroy you, even in spite of having been dumbed down and slutted up.

The orb is too inconsolable to notice or care when the door opens to admit Dogsbody, your butler **** to quickly dip back to avoid being smashed in the head by the demon's frenzied circuit. Whoa, she actually looks a little put out. For Dogsbody on the job, that's the equivalent of pitching a screaming fit while setting the whole place on fire. She glides inside before the Bimbo Orb can complete another round, only to be **** to stop short again when Duchess bolts out of your arms and throws herself between you and your butler, growling aggressively. "Stay away from my Daddy, you slut!"

Whoa, you're gonna have to nip this in the bud now, if these two are going to be near each other. The only other option would be to stop fucking one of them, and phfffff, who's stupid suggestion was that? Dogsbody shouldn't be a problem, for now at least, so you just have to find a way to get Duchess to understand things. You sit forward, reaching an arm around the newly minted girl. "Duchess," you start authoritatively as you wrap your fingers around one of her big boobs, "are you being a bad girl?"

Duchess presses herself back into your chest, whining in a mixture of pleased and concern as she arches her back in a rather successful attempt to overflow your hand with tit. "I'm not bad, Daddy..."

She begins to give little gasps and pants as you lightly squeeze her over-large breast, bringing your other arm around to possessively lay a hand just above her still-drippy sex. "You are being rude to the help, Duchess. Are good girls rude?"

The girl whimpers, trying to vain to get your hand into her still-hungry pussy. "Um...........no?

She squeals when she feels you nod and slide your fingers down over her throbbing little clit, then begins whining again when you don't go any further. "Do good girls have proper manners?"

"Y...Ye~eeesss....." Duchess's reply melts into a groan of satisfaction as you start to rub at her quivering folds, your middle finger parting her petals.

"Do good girls make Daddy proud?"

"Yessss....."

You slip another finger into her. "Are good girls proper ladies?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

Her cries of ecstasy die out in her throat as you abruptly stop pleasuring the girl, leaving her quivering on the edge of gratification. You press even closer to Duchess, whispering into her ear. "Do bad girls get fucked?"

The girl sniffs, shuddering both denied pleasure and despair at your apparent disapproval. "No...."

"Will you behave around other women, Duchess?"

"*sniffle* Yes...."

"Will you behave around the butler?"

She nods, eyes watery. You smile, giving Duchess's fat nipple a little twist as you curl your fingers back into her **** cunny. The girl cries out in relief, sexual and otherwise, as she cums in your hand. You can't help but chuckle as you give the girl a kiss on the top of her poofy head. "Daddy loves you, Duchess."

She makes a noise of intense, contented pleasure, tail doing it's best to waggle despite between trapped between you. You have no doubt that she would have been perfectly happy to just lay there against you forever, but her reverie is cut short when Dogsbody coughs. "I've brought a dress for...Duchess."

Duchess seems to expect you to respond, not knowing how to proceed when you simply look down at her expectantly. She sits there for a moment, ears flat as the little pink wheels try frantically to turn in her head. At length, she comes to a decision and pops off of the bed, chin raised as she sniffs in frankly adorable arrogance. "Hmph! I, um, only hope it is good enough for a lady like me!"

Dogsbody's gaze turns a bit flat as Duchess prances over with arms outstretched, every jiggling inch the spoiled princess as she impatiently waits for the butler to dress her. This isn't exactly following your instructions, but it's probably as close as you're going to get from a pampered lapdog turned bimbo noblewoman sexpot.

Plus it's sort of hot, so...yeah. This works.