Three

The back of the store was pretty similar to what you’d been expecting. In your mind, you’d imagined a large hallway with kennels, similar to other pet stores that sold cats and dogs. There’d be a window with the animals inside, and you could take your pick from the lot.

Here at Golden Pets, it was eerily similar except, instead of cats or dogs, there were naked women behind the glass.

The three of you stopped in front of the first window, glancing inside at the occupant within. She was curled up on a small pillow in the room, sleeping soundlessly. She was a little more on the pudgy side, with large breast and hips, but still very attractive.

“This is Dandy, short for dandelion. She’s my oldest, having turned eighteen a week and a half ago. Dandy has a tendency to sleep in, but she’d quite active at night. Want me to wake her?”

Inspecting the girl, Jenifer shook her head. “No need Gus. She’s quite pretty; is she already trained?”

At the question, the salesman nodded. “Yes – all my girls are already toilet trained, although you might want to establish a schedule early on to keep them consistent. They also know basic English, so they can make conversation and follow basic commands. Their tubes are also tied, so if you intend to use them for sex, you won’t run the risk of spawning any half-breed. My supplier also informs me that their stock are easily trainable. I can confirm this myself, with past customers coming back and sharing stories about how they trained their blondes to cook and clean, among other tricks.”

Jennifer nodded, all this seemingly making perfect sense. You’re still slightly overwhelmed by the situation, and are just letting her take point. Your fiancée takes another moment to inspect the sleeping girl, judging her briefly before turning to the next kennel, squealing loudly.

“Oh my god! She’s still here!”

You and Gus chase after your fiancée, joining her at the second kennel. Peaking in, you recognize the girl Jennifer had pointed out earlier: a rather short golden blonde girl, wide-eyed with curiosity, fit with moderate breasts and taught hips. She, like Dandy, has a collar around her neck and a tuff of fur adorning her groin.

“I take it you saw her in the brochure?” Gus chuckles as he joins Jennifer.

The girl eagerly nods, jumping with exciting. “Vermilion, right? Gosh, she’s beautiful!”

“She turned eighteen just yesterday” the salesman says, confirming your suspicions. “I don’t expect her to last the day, so you came at the right time. I take it she’s the one you want?”

Jennifer doesn’t answer, the girl too enraptured by the blonde. The naked pet in the kennel walks up to the window, raising her hand to put her fingers next to your fiancée’s, the two girls touching if not for the glass. You watch the blonde mouth the word “Owner?”, her voice silent.

The act seems to tug at Jennifer’s heartstrings, although the only effect it has on you is making you cock throb in your pants.

“What’s she like?” Jennifer asks, turning back to Gus.

“Let’s see,” he begins, flipping through a clipboard, “Vermilion’s pretty passive as far as blondes go. She’s bright but a bit of an airhead, according to my supplier’s notes. Difficult to train but very rewarding with her affection. One of the prettiest I’ve ever gotten but, if I’m honest…” he said, putting the paper down. “I like you two, and I can see you have your mind set on Vermilion. But, based on what you described me before, she doesn’t have the personality of a pet girl you’re looking for. I’m not one to shy away from a sale, but if I were to recommend you one of my blondes, she wouldn’t be the one.”

“Oh” Jennifer seems to deflate at his remark, losing that childish excitement that had been in her eyes since you’d entered this strange world. Walking up to her, you place a comforting hand on her shoulder, turning to Gus.

“Which one would you recommend?”

The salesman just grins. “This one” He said, gesturing to the last kennel.

As you and Jennifer approach, you’re hit with a vision of beauty. The girl inside is quite possibly the most attractive girl you’ve ever seen. She’s tall, taller than either of you, with a long mane of golden hair that streaks down her back – longer than Jennifer’s as evident by the fact that it sits just above the curve of her ass. Large bush and breast, the girl looks away timidly as the three of you walk up to her window, a blush adorning her freckled face. Despite her meekness, her eyes shine a brilliant emerald green.

“Wow” both you and your fiancée mumble, stunned by the girl.

“This is Sunshine.” Gus begins, describing the pet girl. “Like Vermilion, she turned eighteen yesterday, but I only obtained her after the brochure was printed, so she wasn’t advertised. This is the one you want. She’s rather shy but very playful, and despite her height she’s quite gentle. She’ll make a fine addition to your home.”

The pair of you are too enraptured to speak. Like before, Jennifer places her hands on the glass and while Sunshine doesn’t reach out like Vermilion, she does meet your girlfriends gaze before looking away, running back towards her small cushioned pillow.

“She’s incredible.” Jennifer says, turning back to you. “John, can we pick her? I love her eyes! We can call her Emerald!” Slowly, that childish exciting comes back to your fiancée, the prospect of owning her own blondie hitting her, full ****.

You find yourself hard-pressed to say no.