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The Exception


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Jeremy must have seen the worried look on her face. He smiled and patted her head. Her? Heat? Didn’t that just mean she’d get a period? What was all this talk about mating her? Was he going to pimp her out? Turn her into some kind of puppy mill? Could she even get pregnant in this game? She had a gut feeling it was high on the list of possibilities.

 

“How will I know she wants to…?” Jeremy asked. He let his sentence remain unfinished. He looked about as uncomfortable as she felt.

 

“Ah, well, there’s a few signs you can be on the lookout for- that is if she doesn’t outright come to you for help.” The vet said. She looked at him skeptically. Did he really think she’d just drop her clothes and say, “take me now?” She doubted anything this game could throw at her would make her beg for sex. Sex was dirty. And disgusting. And painful. But wasn’t that the point of these games? To change that line of thinking…

 

“She’s a shy one.” Jeremy said, “I don’t think she’d tell me if she was ready. She hardly talks at all.”

 

The vet replied with, “Then I’d work with her on her communication skills. Anthro puppies are more dog than human at this stage. Instincts tend to take the wheel, especially while in heat.”

 

Jen frowned. This was not what she wanted to hear. It was hard enough controlling the animal within her. Now she was going to be even more of a raging bitch than usual on her period? Given her state, the irony was not lost on her.

 

“You can expect to see things such as flagging, or grinding against objects.” Jen blushed and tried to picture herself scissoring the leg of a table. Should she buy it dinner first? Should she light some candles? She imagined herself under the table at Jeremy’s apartment, glass of red wine in hand, raising it up in toast to the furniture appendage she was about to know intimately.

 

“What is flagging?” Jeremy asked.

 

“Flagging is when a female dog signals with her tail that she wants to mate.” The vet explained. ”Instead of hanging down like it is now, he tail will rise up when aroused, much like a female version of an erection.” Wait, seriously? She was going to get a tail boner? “When you see the symptoms, it’s best to take the patted shorts off and let her- or you- relieve her. Anthro dogs who suppress these urges for too long tend to be irritable and violent. I’ve had to put Anthro’s down for attacking children, much like you’d put down a regular dog.”

 

Jen let out a whimper. So that was the games bad ending. Euthanasia.

 

“Don’t worry, girl, I won’t let that happen.” Jeremy said. “Is there anything else? Markings just a male thing, right?”

 

“Not for an anthro in heat. It’s one of the reasons for poor bladder control. They have a habit of becoming possessive of their territory.”

 

Great, so she was going to become a jealous bitch too.

 

“As a rule of caution, if you plan to stimulate her, always use your hands.” The vet said.

 

Maybe it was just the way the vet said it that piqued his curiosity, but Jeremy made the mistake of following up with a, “why?”

 

“There’s something I need to show you.” He dug in his drawers for a minute before retrieving a book. He handed it to Jeremy, who took one look at the front page and immediately handed it back. The color drained from his face, which left him looking a ghostly pale. One of his hands hovered protectively over his crotch. Whatever he had seen; it wasn’t pretty. “Always remember fingers first. Anthro’s are not personnel sex toys, if they aren’t in the mood or have had enough, they will lash out.”

 

Jeremy let out a weak laugh, “Wouldn’t mind loosing a finger in comparison.” Jen grimaced. She had a feeling he had seen some, “not in the mood” injuries to some family jewels.

 

The vet made a list of things he should buy at the pet store and handed it over. “Sorry about the shock, but it gets the point across.” Jeremy nodded. He still didn’t look too good, but he thanked the vet anyway.

 

“Better than learning the hard way.” He said. The vet then took something out of a bag and handed it to her. She looked it over. It was white and spongy, kind of like the pads. “Need some help?” She looked at Jeremy before shyly nodding. He unfolded the material and slid her legs in one by one though the holes, before pulling them up the rest of the way. She grimaced and yelped at a sharp pain on her backside. He apologized profusely when he realized he had put them on her backwards and had pinched her tail. After getting them on the right way, he stuck his hand in the back and fed her tail through the opening.

 

“It’s a good idea to remind her to relieve herself out side of the shorts when she can. These are to keep furniture dry in case she gets excited.” He explained. “Being lazy with toileting habits can lead to further weakening of her bladder and will make recovery more difficult when her cycle is over.”

 

Jen looked away as she rolled her eyes. She was getting annoyed with him talking over her head like she wasn’t even there. Like she’d purposefully use these things anyway- game or not.

 

She was glad they were leaving. Her mood was less than ideal. She had even slapped Jeremy’s hand away when he tried to help dress her. When the vet brought up obedience training, she briefly considered making him a subject for a new issue of Dick Injury Illustrated, but thought better of it when the word Euthanasia flashed through her head. Sure, she could always restart the game, but she attached to the way things were. She wanted to see how things played out. Not to mention the emotional turmoil being, “put down” would cause.

 

Jen tried to remind herself to calm down. It was most likely just the game messing with her emotions again. She was irritable and ornery, but who wouldn’t be after getting a thermometer shoved up their ass? Jeremy seemed to sense her mood, as he let her sit quietly in the car.

 

When they got to the pet store, he opened her door and put on her leash. This was one of the last places she wanted to be. Would she have to face that clerk again? A brief thought flashed through her mind. Was he returning her? Had she gone too far? She shook the thought from her head. She hadn’t even done anything. Calm down. We’re here to get supplies.

 

“Sorry, I have to take you in with me, it’s illegal to leave anthro’s unattended in cars. Otherwise I’d let you lay down for a bit. I know you’re not feeling yourself right now.” She nodded, appreciative that he wasn’t angry with her. She was feeling off. Her face was flushed. He put a cool hand to her forehead. He frowned. She must still be running a fever. “We’ll be quick, I promise.”

 

He unbuckled her, carried her into the cool air-conditioned store, and set her in the child seat in the basket. He tied the end of her leash to the handle bar before making his way down the aisle. As soon as the sliding glass doors had opened smells of all kinds assaulted her nose. Dog food, dog urine, dogs, just to name a few. On a normal day she’d be fighting her way out of the seat to investigate, but today she simply rested her head in her hands.

 

She heard Jeremy ask a question to someone about brands. She lifted her head, relieved to see a different clerk than before standing in the red smock. An NPC girl in her late teens smiled at her. Jen saw her nametag, but the letters made no sense to her. Dogs couldn’t read after all, she figured. She wasn’t really listening to their conversation, she just wanted to go home and take a nap. She debated logging out, but the idea of going back to work seemed even less appealing. She’d just be feeling like crap the next time she logged in. Might as well play it through.

 

She heard them both laugh. She looked up to see Jeremy smiling. What was he so happy about? She followed his gaze to the clerk. They were chatting about something not even pet related. The sight made her even more irritable. She growled to get his attention.

 

“Right, sorry.” He said with a sympathetic smile. “She’s feeling off. She’s a little moody right now.” He whispered the last part, but her sensitive ears still heard it clear as day.

 

“Ah, I think I understand.” The clerk said. “Did you get her here? There’s another anthro puppy in another aisle that looks just like her. Might be a sibling.”

 

With his interest piqued, Jeremy thanked her and pushed the cart down the aisles in search of the mystery sibling. As bad as she felt, she couldn’t keep her tail from wagging when she made eye contact with one of her clones. It was like looking in a mirror.

 

“Awe, isn’t that adorable?” The owner of the other anthro said when Jeremy parked his cart next to hers so the puppies could say hello. “What’s her name? This one’s name is Brenda. A gift from my husband. ”

 

“Jenny,” he said. “a gift to myself. I hadn’t planned on getting a dog that day, but when I passed by, she was lying in the window all alone and I knew I had to have her.”

 

Jen let their owners talk while she checked out her “sibling.” They sniffed each other for a minute before Brenda broke into a grin. “You’re the one who peed on my masters daughter.” Jen blushed. “It’s okay, I don’t like her either.” Jen looked up expecting her to get scolded, but it seemed as if they hadn’t heard her at all. “We speak our own language; it’s ok.” Jen remembered hearing the desperate plea of the German shepherd. Was she speaking dog?

 

“I had to go to the vet today.” Jen said to test out her voice. She didn’t stutter or stumble at all. In fact, it seemed as if she could speak normally to other dogs. Brenda cringed in sympathy and spoke of her own tale. She said her master had made another appointment to get her, “fixed.” She wondered aloud what about her was broken. Jen didn’t have the heart to break it to her. She looked up and caught the tale end of their masters conversations.

 

“…Poor things been going through heat.” The lady said. “Once her cycles over I’m getting her fixed. I don’t plan on breeding her and Brenda here’s been humping everything- moving or not.” Jenny caught the deep blush that spread over her siblings face.

 

“Mommy!” She whined. Jen doubted the credibility of the game. It really sounded like a male problem, but the designer probably thought I’d be a good idea so whatever.

 

The woman ignored her complaints and kept talking. “What do you plan on doing with Jenny?”

 

“I was planning on letting her go through a few cycles and see how it goes. She hasn’t gone into heat yet, but when I took her to the vet today he said she was close. She’s running a fever and not quite herself today.” Jeremy explained. Jenny sighed. She supposed she’d have to get used to being talked about instead of to.

 

“Sounds like it will hit tonight. That’s how Brenda was the day before. She’s been such a handful ever since. If she’s not humping an object she’s peeing on it. We use a squirt bottle whenever we catch her doing one or the other.” Jeremy frowned.

 

“So then how do you help with her…umm…urges?” He asked out of curiosity,

 

“We don’t. She’ll live until we get her fixed next week.”

 

“I should’ve peed on her kid too.” Brenda mumbled. “This is the worst! It’s so hot and ugh! She’s got me in these stupid tape on diapers I can’t take off!”

 

“What’s it feel like?” Jenny asked.

 

“The diapers?” Jenny shook her head. “Oh that, it’s like an itch you can’t scratch! And these stupid things only make it worse!” She leaned in closer. “Try the corner of a coffee table when it hits.” Jen cocked her head to the side in confusion, but was startled by the women putting her face in hers.

 

“Now you be good for your daddy and stay out of trouble.” Daddy? She looked up at Jeremy. She hadn’t thought of him like that before.

 

She had never known her own father- as a person or a dog. She was the product of “civic responsibility” the politically correct term for rape. She never knew her farther. Didn’t want to. Her relationship with her mother had always been strained as a result of her coming to be. She never made it a secret how Samantha was conceived. She had a feeling she resented her for it. Maybe that’s why she liked the game so much. It felt good to be loved. Jeremy had a parental way about him, and he really did treat her like a daughter, but then again, what did she know about that. Daddy…It had a nice ring to it.

 

When they got back into the car after loading the bags in the trunk, Jeremy sat in silence deep in thought. “What you saw in there was the exception; not the rule.” He said after a moment of silence. She hadn’t the slightest idea what he was talking about. “Jenny,” he said turning to look her in the eye. “When the time comes, don’t be afraid to do what you need to. I would never expect you- or want you- to suppress it. I don’t care if you hump my leg if that’s what it takes, I would never punish you or squirt you with a water bottle. If your dog side comes out and takes over; that’s ok. It’s part of who you are. I don’t expect you to be one or the other.”

 

“Your leg?” Jenny asked with a grin. They both giggled before Jen let out a yawn.

 

“Let’s get you home.”

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