Vermilion

"I don't see why not," you say to her with a smile.

"Yes!" Jennifer cheers, turning to Gus and saying, "We'll take her."

"Sounds good," the older man says, "Wait right here while I get the keys from the front desk."

As Gus leaves, Jennifer hops on the balls of her feet excitedly, "Oh my God, I can't believe this! My very own blondie! This is like a dream come true!"

"Tell me about it," you say, looking back at the blonde girls in their kennels. You were still not entirely convinced that this wasn't a dream and that you weren't going to wake up any second. Well, if this was a dream, you figure there's still no reason to enjoy yourself regardless, and Sunshine seems like the perfect girl to do so with.

At least, she does until you see Vermilion again.

She was looking at Jennifer with a forlorn look in her eyes, her hand still on the glass where she had placed it against your fiancee's. Upon seeing you watching her, she looks directly at you, cocks her hip, and spreads her legs slightly, seeming to know what you were looking for in a blonde girl.

You elbow Jennifer and point to the display, "Hey, check it out."

Jennifer looks over at Vermilion and frowns, walking over to the display, "Oh sweetie, I'm sorry. I'm sure you'll have a lovely home by the end of the day, with people who will love you very much."

Vermilion doesn't move, looking at Jennifer sadly as she mouths "Please," once again rendered inaudible to you by the glass.

"Aww, don't look at me like that," Jennifer whines, her resolve weakening. Once again, Vermilion doesn't move.

Your fiancee looks over at Sunshine, who is still sitting on the pillow in her kennel. She then looks over at you and says, "John, do you think we should...?"

"It's up to you," you tell her. In all honesty, you were fine to take either girl, but you wanted Jennifer to be happy with your choice as well. Especially since it seems to you like she is taking this whole 'pet blondie' thing way more seriously than you are.

It's at this point Gus comes back, keys in one hand and a simple leather leash in the other, "Alright, I'm back. Let's get your girl out and..."

He frowns as he sees ones of his customers in front of Vermilion's kennel, "Having second thoughts?"

Jennifer looks at Gus, then at you again. Finally, she turns back to Vermilion and puts her hand back up against the blonde's, "We've changed our minds. We want Vermilion."

The blonde's eyes light up and she gives Jennifer a happy grin. Gus turns his head to you, raising a brow, "Are you sure about this? Like I told you before, her personality probably isn't what you two are looking for."

"It seems like the right choice to them," you say, gesturing to the pair of girls.

Gus looks at them for a couple of seconds, then shrugs and say, "Well hey, who am I to judge? Sometimes a pet and an owner just click with one another. Alright, I'll let her out."

Jennifer moves to allow Gus to access the lock. The second he opens the door, Vermilion rushes out and hugs Jennifer tightly.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" she says excitedly. Then, to your shock, she kisses Jennifer on the cheek, her lips lingering for several seconds to make it a decent smooch.

"Whoa, easy girl!" Jennifer says with a laugh, petting Vermilion's golden locks, "I'm happy to see you too!"

"I told you she was affectionate," Gus says with a laugh of his own, "Now Vermilion, pull back a bit so I can attach the leash."

Vermilion lets go of Jennifer with a bit of hesitation, giving just enough room for Gus to attach the clasp of the leash to the front of her collar. The clerk then hands the end of the leash to your fiancee and says, "Alright, let's head up to the register and get you rung up."

Jennifer nods, then wraps the leash around her wrist and follows Gus. Vermilion trails slightly behind, maintaining just enough slack on the leash for it to dip slightly into her cleavage. As she walks by you, her smile falters slightly, and she says with a bit of nervousness, "Hi. Sorry if I scared you."

"Huh?" you say, walking beside her.

"I just got so excited that I couldn't control myself," she explains, "I'm so happy you two chose me!"

"So am I," you say to her with a smile. Before you can say much more, something odd catches your eye. You go up to Jennifer and tap her on the shoulder, "Hey, I want to check something out real fast. Meet you up front?"

"Yeah, I can handle the payment," Jennifer says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek, "Just hurry up, okay?"

"Promise," you reply. You take a moment to watch your girlfriend lead the naked blonde woman away from you, a sight that turns you on way more than you ever imagined it would. You then walk down the aisle that caught your attention.

The items stocked on the shelves were things that wouldn't look out of place at a sex shop. Lingerie in various sizes and colors were hung up along a shelf, and above them were packages of stockings and pasties. On the other side were fetish costumes of varying levels of decency. Some of them looked like something you could see a girl wearing at a costume party, such as a schoolgirl uniform or a nurse's outfit, while others such as a set of leather straps or a harem outfit made from semi-transparent material were clearly meant for the bedroom. And of course, there were all types of collars and things to attach to them on display as well. Looking at the sign above the aisle, you see that this one was for 'Blondie Clothes'.

Mystified, you walk through some other aisles, trying to figure out what exactly this store sold other than blonde women. From what you can tell, the store's merchandise seemed to be a cross between a pet shop, a sex shop, and a general store. The 'Toys' aisle had vibrators and dildos stocked alongside rubber balls, stuffed dolls, small picture books, and simple handheld video games all marked 'for blondies'. You saw things such as spanking paddles, handcuff, nipple clamps, and other BDSM gear labeled under 'Training Gear' next to the occasional shock collar and training pad. 'Grooming' was more normal by comparison, being mostly similar to what you would find in a similar aisle at a salon or grocery store, though you did notice that there were some items that advertised themselves with slogans like 'perfect for the self-washing blondie', which made you curious about whether you would be needing to bathe Vermilion yourself or not. And 'Bedding' had things that confirmed that a good number of blondes were expected to sleep on the floor such as large pillows, blankets, and human-sized animal crates, though you wouldn't be surprised if Jennifer ended up wanting Vermilion share the bed with you two instead.

One aisle that you found particularly odd was the 'Food' section, which was stocked with pre-prepped and canned meals of different qualities and prices. Some of the meals advertised how healthy they were, but a lot of them also seemed to be geared towards helping a blonde girl maintain different body types such as 'curvy' or 'slim', to the degree where some even advertised the 'growth hormones' in them as a selling point. One brand even boasted that it could promote lactation if it was fed to a blonde on a regular basis. What really caught your eye though were the 'blondie treats' hanging off of a rack at the end of an aisle. They were packaged a lot like the dog treats you were familiar with, and from what you could tell even looked like them, save for the fact that they had flavors that would seem more at home in a candy store such as strawberry, chocolate, and mint. You also noticed that they were separated into 'Outdoor Treats' and 'Indoor Treats', the difference being that the latter were laced with a fair amount of aphrodisiacs.

As you are holding a package of strawberry treats in your hand, Jennifer comes up to you with your new blonde by her side, "John, I paid for Vermilion almost ten minutes ago! What's taking you so long?"

"Sorry," you say sheepishly, putting the treats back where you found them, "I got distracted looking around."

Jennifer shakes her head, then looks at the rack of treats. After a moment's thought, she turns to Vermilion and asks, "Which flavor do you like best?"

"Um, I like them all," she replies, "But if I had to pick... chocolate!"

"Good choice," Jennifer says, grabbing one pack of each kind, "These will come in handy."

Turning back to you, she says, "Do you think Vermilion needs anything else right away? I don't want to spend too much more today if we can avoid it, and I know blondies can make do with a lot of the same stuff people can, but since I'm already buying the treats is there anything else you saw that you think we should get?"