Cynophilia, a fan-sequel to Cynophobia

Chapter One : August 31st

 Josephine Hudson swallowed over the lump in her throat as she saw her reflection in the glass door to the local shelter. For the what felt like the first time, but was probably the dozenth, she pushed hard against the steel handlebar and heard the familiar jingle of the bell letting the woman at the desk know someone was coming in. Josie turned and blew a kiss over her shoulder at her boyfriend, Christopher Matheson, as he drove away in his dad's beaten-up old car. He had groaned to her for weeks that he was supposed to his own car for his eighteenth birthday but the shelter fee for Sammy had set the family luxury budget back a while, and then it was another thing, and then another. And his Dad was still sticking to that stupid 'farm in the country' story.

 "Welcome back, sweetheart," said Ms. Carlin, the animal shelter's only notable employee to speak of, and Josie's best friend's mother. "Back again to see poor Sammy?"

 Josie nodded and smiled, feeling the heat beginning to flutter in her stomach.

 "You've been so kind to the poor thing over these past months." Ms. Carlin frowned, her eyes brimming with a kind pity. "I shouldn't be saying this, sweetheart, but, perhaps it's best to say your goodbyes today." She paused with her mouth open as if she wanted to say something more comforting, but sighed and closed her mouth. It was understood.

 Josie shuddered. She nodded silently as she signed into the visitor's book for a final time. She casually flipped back through the sign-in pages, seeing her own signature multiple times per week over this past summer.

 'Wow, have I really spent all this time here? I need to thank Chris for driving me all this time,' she mumbled to herself as she closed the book, smirking as she pictured a couple of ways to thank her boyfriend. "Okay! I'll head on back now!"

 "Alright sweetie. Shout if you need anything!" Ms. Carlin pressed the button behind the desk to buzz Josie through the thick metal door separating the front office from the shelter itself.

 As the door shut behind her, the welcoming barks began as the friendliest dogs jumped up in their cages, pacing, panting, and wagging their tails. Josie smiled and petted a few she was familiar with through their bars as she made her way toward the back.

 Stopping short with a happy gasp, "You are so cuuuute. Yes you are! Little babies!" She squeaked as four little week-old puppies waddled their way to the front of the cage. She stuck her finger into the cage for the littlest puppy to adventurously nibble on. "You really do look just like your dad," Josie turned her head to the cage next to theirs, "Don't they, mommy?"

 Sammy whimpered through her muzzle gag, shrinking nervously away from Josie's gaze. 'Oh no.. '

 Josie crouched down to Sammy's level and looked at her kindly. "Come here girl. Let me pet you." She narrowed her eyes at Sammy as she hesitated. "Now."

 Sammy slowly crawled toward Josie, her swollen breasts heavy beneath her. Josie reached into Sammy's cage and gently stroked the new doggy-mother's hair, cooing and shushing to comfort her. "Good doggy... Good girl... Shhhh." Sammy closed her eyes, desperate for the affection, hoping that this time Josie wouldn't-

 "Iiiee!" Sammy yelped, muffled through her gag as Josie pinched and pulled her sore nipple. Josie tugged at Sammy's nipple, forcing her until she was pressed up against the bars of her cage, and grabbed the poor girl's engorged breasts.

 Josie bit her lip, her face flushing slightly as she rolled Sammy's nipples in her fingers, squeezing her breasts roughly, without any concern for the dog girl's discomfort, giggling when milk began to dribble out of her nipples. "Maybe you should have been made into a cow." she said thoughtlessly, to Sammy's dismay. Her heart was pounding in her stomach and the heat from behind her pubic mound was spreading up to her blushing chest and face as she looked around nervously, checking to make sure nobody was looking, although she knew from her dozen or so previous visits she was totally alone. A few of the male dogs began attentively sniffing at the air. Josie kicked off her flipflops to the side and slipped her flowery summer dress over her head of wild brown hair, showing her bare petite breasts and lack of panties. She lifted her arms up over her head, stretching her fully nude petite form lazily before sliding her fingers slowly down her body to her warm, wet lips.

"I'm pretty sure I, like, left a wet spot on the seat of your dad's car when Chris drove me over here today."

 Sammy looked away, red in the face, tears in her eyes at the thought of her old family that had abandoned her here. She hoped now that she had given birth they might take her home. Maybe she could even be human again, although she often bargained to herself that she would stay a dog for the rest of her life if she could just come home again.

 On her hands and knees, facing away with her ass and slit exposed towards Sammy's cage, Josie slipped her left hand beneath her body and began rubbing her fingers around her lips and clit. "Mm... You're so hot Sammy.. You're not a person anymore..You're a piece of property. You got... oh.. pregnant with Bruno's pups.. and abandoned.. fuck.. Left here because you were inconvenient! Oh god..." Josie paused, her eyes closed and her back arched, slipping a couple of fingers inside herself, she let her torso fall down onto the floor, her ass still in the air. She ground her clit hard against her fingers, bucking her hips while Sammy tried not to watch or listen, and not to cry. Josie let her tongue fall out, panting in unison with the male dogs that were scratching against their cages, trying to get at the female that was clearly desperate to be bred, her scent getting them riled up. "So fucking.. hot.. you.. you're.." She whined as she flicked her clitoris between her two fingers, rubbing around it furiously at the thought that, "Tonight... Sammy.. you're gonna.. oh gawd.. you're being put down!"

 As Sammy blinked, her brain trying to process what she had just heard, Josie moaned and slid her fingers out of herself, her body twitching desperately, begging for just a bit more as she hung on the edge for what seemed like hours in her sex-dizzy head. Slowly, Josie collected herself, whining for her self-denied release, as she turned to smile back at Sammy, who was silently sobbing in the corner of her cage closest to her puppies.
 Josie took a few moments to collect herself, fix her hair, and get dressed. Her face was still bright red, her body was shimmering slightly from sweat, and she could feel the heat and moisture between her legs very slowly descending from its peak. She blew Sammy a kiss goodbye, feeling needy, swollen, and more animal than human. Dark thoughts and conflicting, overlapping fantasies swam through her lust-clouded mind as she took a deep breath and pushed the heavy iron door open once again, putting an innocent smile on her face.

 "I'll see you tomorrow morning sweetheart! I'll have to work late with Sammy, unfortunately. Magenta's outside ready to pick you up!"

 "Thanks Ms. Carlin!"

 As Josie walked outside into the early summer evening she was greeted by the loud honk of a pickup truck and a familiar voice shouting, "Heyyy bitch! Happy almost nineteenth birthday!"

 "Oh my god Mags your mom is like right inside."

 "Don't worry about it, get in, get in! Quick, I've got you an early present!" Magenta rolled up the window to the pickup truck to keep the air conditioning in while Josie went around the truck to get in.

 "So what'd you get me?" Josie asked, peering behind her redheaded friend at the inside of the truck as she closed the door behind her. Magenta was holding something behind her back....