Pleasantly

I wake up with mom and dad already getting up and going through their morning routine. Dad is shaving, mom is brushing her teeth, it feels oddly pleasant and mundane for a kinky resort morning. Mom finishes brushing her teeth and notices I’m awake. “Come here girl, let mommy take care of you.”

I bark, then get up and stretch my back, which feels glorious after sleeping on that doggy bed. The bed is surprisingly nice, but it’s still small. I crawl over to mom and bark again while wagging my tail. She chuckles at my antics, and leans down with a new tooth brush from the resort and starts brushing my teeth. It’s weird, being this dependent on my parents for even the littlest of things. But it’s nice. I can’t help but smile around the brush in my mouth at the feeling of being taken care of. Mom returns my smile. The whole thing feels even more intimate now that she knows she’s pampering her own daughter as a pet.

Dad interjects our bonding moment. “Should we go down to the breakfast buffet? If we don’t hurry it’s going to close.” Dad always did try and keep us on schedule.

Mom has the answer. “Why don’t you go down and get us some to-go boxes and bring us up the food. I need to take care of our perfect little Princess.” She finishes brushing my teeth and holds a cup to my mouth to drink and puts my drinking bowl down for me to spit into.

Dad steps out to do as mom asked, and mom gets more personal with the baby talk. “Such a good girl. I raised such a pretty puppy. My little girl is such a good puppy. I love you so much my sweet baby girl.” She brushes my hair and occasionally kisses my head. I had been a little worried last night mom wouldn’t be able to treat me like a puppy now that she knew, but by the time dad gets back that concern is gone as he finds me on my back with my paws in the air as mom rubs my belly. “Who likes belly rubs? Does my Princess like them? Yes! Princess loves her belly rubs from mommy!”

Dad chuckles. “I’ve never seen you take to a pet like this before. I might have to become the disciplinarian if you can’t stop spoiling her.”

“First off, I can discipline and spoil my baby pets at the same time. Second, you can’t tell me she isn’t the cutest pet we’ve ever had the good fortune to train. She’s just the bestest puppy there ever was, yes you are!” Mom is clearly trying to compensate for making me feel the need to become a puppy to receive affection… and I am loving it. Yes mommy, praise me more!

“Too bad Marina still lives at home. Maybe one day when she moves out we can have a full time pet. Not that we’d ever find someone willing.”

“Don’t say that dear. You make it sound like we’re just waiting for our baby to move out. She can stay as long as she wants.” Mom, still on her knees, pulls me close and hugs me tight. I feel very weird about this conversation.

“Of course honey, I just worry she doesn’t know what she wants. I hope she can move out because I hope she finds her passion in life. The fact that we can have wild sex in the house every day after she leaves is just a bonus.” Dad laughs loud, and mom can’t keep her scowl on her face for long.

I’m touched by dad’s concern, and also made uncomfortably horny. Please stop making me think of you having sex! I blush, remembering I’ve already been trained by them for fellatio… and judging by my mom’s face she is remembering the same.

“Enough talk about Marina, let’s just focus on making Princess happy.” Mom laughs and I bark in appreciation for her secret joke. Yes, don’t focus on our daughter, let’s focus on our daughter as a puppy! Obviously it flies over dad’s head, and he just lays out the food for breakfast.

After a lovely meal of egg and rice balls for me, each sized just right for me to easily eat with just my mouth, dad clips a leash to my collar and we head out to explore the resort. Well, it’s exploration for me. They already know every inch of the place. But they watch in amusement as I tug on my leash and eagerly investigate everything. I am normally shy, but it feels so good being a puppy. And I see other puppies too! Not to mention other pets. When we get to the pool. I’m surprised to see a girl in a full mermaid suit happily splashing around. Now that takes dedication. I wonder if she’s actually a paying pet customer or just an employee showing off the more difficult to pull off pet fantasies that the resort offers. But as interesting as that is, I look up at mom and dad smiling pleasantly behind me as we walk and bark happily. I definitely made the right choice of pet. I can feel my puppy heart swell with joy as they smile down at me. This weekend isn’t going as planned, but the unexpected chance to bond with my parents over a shared interest isn’t something I want to pass up.

The pool isn’t a great spot for puppies as bound up as me, so we move on. And that’s when I discover the dog park. I can see several other puppies from the path leading to it, and I eagerly strain against my leash to go faster. Suddenly dad yanks my leash. Not hard, but it stills jolts my neck. He laughs. “I know you’re excited girl, but I’m holding the leash, not you. A tight leash is fine if you are eager, but pulling it so hard I have to move faster is what bad puppies do. You don’t want to be a bad puppy do you?”

I whine. No, I don’t want to be a bad puppy! I’m a good girl! I make my saddest puppy eyes up at him and whimper.

He laughs and bends down slightly to pet my head. “That’s a good girl. I know you just need some training. Now, let’s calmly finish walking to the dog park.”

I bark happily, thrilled he isn’t making me turn away from it as punishment. Dad is so kind! We finish the walk, with me leaving plenty of slack in the leash and walking almost beside dad with mom on his other side.

The park floor isn’t actual dirt or grass, but the fake stuff they use for things like football fields. I guess because it’s easier to keep clean. Inside the park I can see multiple other masters and puppies playing happily or doing some basic training exercises. The park is big, but not nearly as big as a real dog park. Maybe… two acres? Three? Then I see someone toss a ball and their puppy waddle after it… yeah, a large park would encourage people to throw things farther, and I am under no delusions my puppy self can run as easily or as fast as an actual dog.

As if in response to my musing, mom walks up to me with a tennis ball… but it looks a bit smaller than a normal one. Oh, yeah. So it fits in my mouth easily, duh. “Look what mommy has! A nice new ball! Clean and fresh, just for you! Do you want it? Does my sweet baby want the ball?”

“Bark bark!” Yes! Baby wants the ball! Give me the ball! Please mommy! Dad laughs at my eagerness and unclips my leash. Mom winds up her arm theatrically, rocks forward to put as much **** as she can into the throw, and then spikes it into the ground with only a small amount of forward ****. I eagerly chase after the bouncing ball. I manage to catch up to it, but it’s still bouncing. I foolishly try and catch it in my mouth as it comes down, and it bounces off my nose and off to the side. I once more chase after it and pounce when it least suspects it, once it stops moving. Having achieved a great feat of hunting prowess, I return eagerly to show my masters my successful hunt.

The day continues. Mom and dad give me more attention in one day than I’m used to getting from them in several months. And I’m loving every second of it. Even when dad’s hand pets me in places he shouldn’t touch his daughter, I eagerly soak up his affection. Mom sees him do this, he doesn’t know I’m his daughter so obviously he’s not trying to hide it. But she just has a funny look on her face every time and lets him. I guess with their sort of open relationship as far as pets are concerned, it would be strange if she suddenly insisted he not touch a pet inappropriately. So she just bites her lip to keep from speaking up… and I’m just going to ignore the look in her eyes. Puppies don’t think about stuff like that.

Aside from some petting, I have a wonderful non sexual day. It’s a puppy dream come true. In the afternoon we return to the hotel room to relax. Outside is nice, but the sun and heat is getting to be a bit much. Mom and dad flop onto the couch and relax in the air conditioning. I crawl over and flop down onto their feet, to keep this feeling of loving closeness. Dad laughs at me.

“Well Princess, today has been fun. But it’s getting late. If we want to make it to the Pound as soon as it opens, we should probably start getting ready. So, do you think you’re up for it? Want to go have fun with daddy and mommy?” He scratches under my chin. I blush heavily.

Mom interjects. “Honey, don’t assume she read the whole brochure, you know not everyone does.” She smiles down at me and rubs my ear as dad continues his chin scratching. This is bliss. “The Pound is a sort of night club here at the resort. While some people can get pretty intense in their own rooms, others prefer an audience. Or equipment that is too bulky to fit in every room. So if we take you down there you can expect much stricter training, access to more interesting toys, and an audience. Normally it’s an extra charge, but access is included in your package.” Her hand slowly drifts down from my ear, tracing her way down my neck, and she begins teasing my nipple.

I expect that from dad, but she knows. I look at mom’s face. She’s biting her lip again, and her eyes… I can’t deny it, she’s turned on. She knows I’m her daughter and she finds it hot, the idea of taking me there with dad. My pussy weeps in confusion.

She keeps explaining, “Only the pet can decide they want to go in, and me and your daddy haven’t been able to go in such a long time. None of the other pets were brave enough. But you’re a brave girl, right? My brave little girl?” Oh god damn it, why is this so hot. My mom is openly fantasizing about using me sexually with dad in a sex club…

“Bark bark,” happy bark! I don’t know what mommy plans, but I’m too horny to think clearly.

Mom smiles at me. “Excellent! Let’s cool off for a bit longer, then me and your daddy will start to get ready. We can snag dinner and then we should arrive just in time for the Pound to open. You’ve made your mommy so happy, my sweet baby girl!”

Dad interjects, “Me too baby, daddy is going to make you enjoy tonight.”

I bask in their praise and attention. Their continued pets and strokes across my body. Amidst all the wildly inappropriate behavior, I almost miss it. Mom stopped calling her and dad just mommy and daddy… she now specifies “your mommy” and “your daddy”… my pussy weeps in further confusion.