You Meet A Puppy Girl

“I’ll tell you what,” he stands back up again. “How about I just show you what we do here, and we can go back to talking business afterwords?

“I was just about to suggest that myself,” you stand up from the table. Micah gives the receptionist a nod, and you two walk into a hallway in the main complex. You spot a large open hangar at the back of the hallway, but Micah makes a left turn into a mostly empty room, and you reluctantly follow.

4/5ths of the room is empty, except a corner with a somewhat more secure looking version of a dog play pen. It’s walls are higher, and made from strong steel bars. And rather than a simple locking mechanism, a keycard pad keeps it closed.

Various doggy toys lay scattered over the floor of the pen, though they aren’t all the sort of dog toys you would ever assume existed. Most plastic bones don’t have a dildo as one of the ends. The toys are there for the sake of the creature rolling around playfully on the floor of the pen.

“Oh, Puppy girls….” you say in awe. “Okay. That makes sense now.”

The creature on the floor is a human woman, or at least looks like one. She seems about twenty years old, and has curly golden hair untidily combed into a pair of shoulder-length pigtails. Rather than walking erect, her posture is sloped onto all fours, using her hands as makeshift paws for crawling. Much to your pleasure, the only piece of clothing she is wearing is a gold leather dog collar pulled tightly around her neck.

When she sees you enter, she stares blankly at you for a moment before slinking towards the side of the cage. She crawls like she’s been doing it her whole life, expertly rolling her muscles each time she moves her arms. Her mouth opens slightly and her tounge rolls out of her mouth, panting to show excitement.

Seeing her is a dissonance inducing experience. All of her actions are so instinctual, free of obvious thought and pride. Despite looking like a human being, you get the overwhelming feeling that the girl inside of the cage is only an animal. A pet. A puppy girl.

You take a step closer.

“This is Daisy,” Micah takes his card and swipes it at the door pad of the pen. “What a cutie, no?