Sub-K9 : Patient Paws

Story by The Brentwood Society

Patient Paws: A Police Community Outreach for a ComPet World

“Community outreach…” Minnie thought as she slurped and gagged on the thick, grubby shaft filling her hot, drooling mouth. “What a fucking joke! I’m supposed to be a police officer…I’m supposed to be breaking heads not giving head…” She adjusted slightly, trying to give her sore knees a break from the hard, stained concrete before she resumed her “duty.”

With her knees still aching, she felt sick as she bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, her noirette pigtails and perky, little breasts bouncing with her efforts. “God he reeks!” She brooded. “It’s like licking the bottom of a trashcan behind a fast food joint!”

Minnie struggled not to think about where she’d been just a few months before, back when she’d had a human name and human “privileges,” back when she’d been a real police officer with self-respect and not just a joke to her human co-workers and a “chew toy” for her “boss.” Her old life hardly seemed real in comparison to her new, perverse reality, and dwelling on it only made her more aware of just how far she’d fallen.

Her name had been Naomi Russell, junior police officer for the Central City Police Department. At age 21, she had just graduated from the police academy at the top of her class. She had a reputation for being aloof and stuck-up, making her very unpopular with her mostly male classmates. Just weeks after graduation she was given a “special offer” by the chief of the department. Coming from a family of cops, and being especially driven and ambitious, she jumped on the offer. Reportedly, all she had to do was accept a “benign” brain implant and spend a year doing performing “unconventional duties” and she’d get a big promotion. Everything was kept so vague, supposedly for security reasons. Even after she’d signed the paperwork and there was no backing out, information about the true nature of the assignment was only drip-fed to her. By the time she fully realized what her new role was to be, it was far too late to do anything but to accept her fate and dream of that promised promotion.

Naomi had unwittingly agreed to serve in the CCPD’s “Substitute K-9 Program.” Such programs had become more and more popular with various institutions, private and public alike, since the introduction and normalization of compulsory pet girl service. After the brain implant had healed, she received an ID tag in her left ear and a brand on her lower belly and rear-end, which was standard for those in the service. She was also given a tattoo over her breast and her upper arm: “EXP 911,” which distinguished her as an “experimental model.” It was a distinction that she really didn’t want.

Once Naomi was sorted, she traded in her smart police uniform for considerably more-humbling attire of a police K-9 Sub. That meant she had to wear restrictive paw mittens on hands with matching “booties” for her feet, undignified, faux German shepherd ears clipped to the top of her head, and a very uncomfortable tail plug nestled securely in her tight little behind. She still got to wear a badge at least, but it was attached to the blue collar she wore around her neck like a dog’s ID tag. Displaying her new role and name quite prominently, it was less of a shield of justice and more of a magnet for humiliating attention from co-workers and civilians alike.

As a “Sub K-9,” Minnie was tethered by the brain implant to her “boss,” a Doberman named Mickey. Someone had thought that they were immensely clever with the naming of the pair. Naomi—Minnie certainly didn’t agree. Minnie was required to use her connection with Mickey and her enhanced senses to analyze biological samples from crime scenes—especially crimes of passion—and to assist in security checks for contraband. That was only her main role, however. She also had to be available, day or night, for “extra special assignments.”

Though most other areas of Central City had been steadily improving over the previous decades, Old Town had remained a notorious slum rife with poverty and corruption. The “tough on crime” types had tried to clean up the area through multiple initiatives over the years, but things had only gotten worse. Switching tactics, the CCPD introduced a new community outreach program known as “Patient Paws.” Minnie—lucky her—was on the front lines of this new initiative. Rather than breaking up homeless camps and arresting residents who were “acting out,” Minnie would be sent in to calm and connect with them using “unique” Sub K-9 techniques.

That was how Minnie found herself kneeling on a street corner, with some smelly, unwashed derelict’s foul-tasting, smelly rod slamming down her protesting throat. Ten minutes before, he’d been ranting and raving and waving his rather large member at passing cars and pedestrians. With her quick action, Minnie had managed to de-escalate the situation.

“A warm snout for those without!” Minnie repeated one of the stupid outreach slogans in her head a few times, as if it would make the job any easier.

With both hands on either side of her head, the bum looked down and gave her a nearly toothless grin as he bottomed out in her mouth for the tenth time, his hairy, grimy sack slapping against her drool slicked chin. Minnie didn’t want to meet his gaze, but she’d been trained to maintain eye-contract. It let the distraught citizen know that the officer cared. Not that she actually did. Minnie—Naomi—had been one of the “tough on crime” types. As far as she was concerned, she should have been taking a rod to him—a nightstick—across his stupid, ugly face!

With tears blurring her vision, Minnie pressed her paw mittens against the homeless man’s filthy pants on reflex; even though she was supposed to keep them in a begging posture to show her eagerness to help. Her pathetic mewling did not attract the attention of Officer Rawlings, her handler, or if it did, he made no move to help her. He was probably sitting in the patrol car down the block vaping with his feet up on the dashboard. The idea that a man who’d barely graduated from the academy got such a posh assignment while someone as accomplished as her was stuck on her knees made her blood boil.

Minnie felt a little jolt inside her head, like she’d just put her finger in a light socket. Though she couldn’t see him because her face was buried in a crotch, she knew that Mickey, her boss, was watching her and he didn’t approve of her thoughts or her posture. The petite puppy girl reluctantly dropped her dainty, pressing paws, sat up straighter and looked sharply into the eyes of the homeless man and tried to suck with more gusto.

“No house? Try my little mouth! Ugh, that one doesn’t even really rhyme!”

The minor shock in her brain was as replaced with the warm fuzzy feeling that always accompanied one of the officers patting her head and calling her a “good girl.” Minnie tried to lean into the phantom head pat and rubbed her tongue against the bottom of the cruddy, veiny shaft.

The homeless man gasped and his hips thrust forward. “Fuck, ‘officer’ you got a mouth on ya!” He declared as he slid in and out of her mouth like a greased piston.

Minnie found herself praying that the smelly bastard would cum soon, but at the same time praying that he never would. With her enhanced senses she could only imagine how awful he was going to taste.

“No Abode? Give her your load!” Minnie tried to build some enthusiasm by running another ridiculous slogan through her head.

She couldn’t do it.

It was too gross even for someone with her countless, disgusting experiences.

Minnie was prepared for another reprimand shock, but she straightened up for another reason. Mickey’s warm wet tongue slid between the delicate pink folds between her slender, pale thighs. It was department policy that none of the human officers copulate with her, lest she get confused about her role as a proper police puppy. That didn’t mean, however, that they couldn’t tease her relentlessly, which of course they did. Minnie spent a lot of her off time getting mercilessly fingered or being made to do “shoe shines” by humping the footwear of her former academy classmates. Officer Rawlings, in fact, had finger-fucked her brutally right before letting her out of the car that very morning.

It was still just teasing.

“Boys will be boys” was the mantra.

Department policy also dictated, however, that she never be allowed release while on duty, ostensibly to keep her on track and focused.

Unlike Officer Rawlings, Mickey always stayed close and vigilant to both monitor her behavior and to protect her if the situation turned ugly. While they didn’t communicate in words, the brain implant allowed the big dog to sense her trepidation. Being a caring boss, he did what he could to help his little subordinate to perform her disgusting duty.

Minnie’s eyes shot open the moment the tip of Mickey’s rough tongue touched her. The constant, cruel denial made her receptive, even if the idea would have appalled her not too long ago.

“Ha!” The bum sniggered. “Thanks, boy! Warm her up a little more for me!”

Mickey’s obliged. His tongue plunged deep inside of Minnie, lapping at her quivering, clenching inner walls. Unable to escape the unbearable, pleasurable sensations, she suckled on the thick thing in her mouth, making the gross man attached to it gasp.

“Fuck! Fuck, you dirty, fucking mutt!” He grunted, his hips rocking against her face. His thick tangle of greasy pubic hair tickled her button nose and engulfed her in his miasma.

Minnie was too lost in tongue-induced ecstasy to brace for the hot, sticky load that filled her mouth. When the flavor hit her extra-sensitive taste buds she gagged and pulled back, taking the other half of the load on her apple-red cheeks as she coughed and sputtered. Strings of saliva and spunk dripped onto her pert breasts, her smooth, flat belly, and the tops of her thighs.

The bum looked down at her. He seemed really pleased with himself. “God damn…” He shook his head at Minnie’s cum-covered, retching form. “Hey!” He called down the street at five or six other disheveled bums like him. “Come on over, guys, this slutty little thing is hungry for more! Hey, Amy, you too, I bet she’s just as hungry for cunt as she is for cock!”

Minnie wiped her chin with her paw and looked over at Mickey. He licked his chops with calm poise that she desperately wished she had. It was going to be a long afternoon for them both.

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Hi, y'all!

Here's a ComPet collaboration between me and the talented Brentwood who wrote this story! Once again we revisited Minnie and Mickey from Sub-K9!

No shoutout this time since it's an extreme content^^"

Thank you as always for your amazing support that keep us going!

YOU ROCK!

Here's the extra juicier part!

After Hours Fun: Mickey Debriefs Minnie

Warning – This next part goes exactly where you probably think it will. If you’re not into it, please don’t read further. You’re probably better for it!

Officer Rawlings—the jerk—never gave Minnie enough slack on her leash when he was guiding her. It kept the collar pressed against her throat, which had become extremely sore after a full day of “Patient Paws,” and made her crawling gait extra awkward and clumsy. Panting and gasping, she did her best to keep up as he dragged her past the other K-9 kennels to the one she shared with Mickey. She really missed having an apartment. After the day she’d had, she could have at least gone home, had a nice hot bath with bubbles, and slept it off in a nice cozy bed. Instead she’d stay at the department kennel, get hosed off, and lie on the cold concrete.

Officer Rawlings surprised her when he pulled her past the curled up hose and floor drain that normally served as her shower and pushed her into the kennel with his heel.

“Sorry, Minnie,” Rawlings pointed to his watch. “No time for a bath. I got a hot date tonight. Someone will clean you off in the morning...probably. You don’t mind do you?”

Of course she did, but she was too tired to argue. Even if she had the energy, her confidence to assert herself was severely undermined by her filthy state. It was hard to be confrontational when she was covered from the tips of her faux doggy ears to the ends of her rear paws with the mostly-dried spunk of around two dozen bums and the juices of at least three bag ladies. The stench of her own reeking flesh permeated her sensitive nose and made her feel beyond gross.

Knowing that she wasn’t supposed to talk to officers—or anyone really—unless she was delivering information about biological samples, i.e. police business, Minnie replied with a tired “Woof…”

Mickey’s nails clicked on the concrete as he followed her inside the kennel.

Officer Rawlings looked at Mickey. He offered the end of Minnie’s leash and the big Doberman took it in his powerful jaws. Rawlings laughed and walked away. “Don’t debrief your little chew toy too hard, buddy!” He called over his shoulder.

The door to the kennel room slammed in the distance. Minnie stiffened as Mickey sniffed at her shoulder. She knew what such seemingly innocent actions usually led to, but to her surprise, Mickey snorted and pulled back a bit.

Beneath their sticky frosting, Minnie felt her cheeks growing apple red again. “Even the dog thinks I’m too disgusting…” She pouted.

She didn’t get to pout for very long.

Mickey yanked her forward with the leash. He’d become quite adept at getting her face down and her tail up whenever he pleased. Minnie should have been horrified, and perhaps she was, but she had been pushed especially hard that day, so she was especially needy. The bums and bag ladies certainly hadn’t done it. It was Mickey’s encouraging tongue, his curious nose, and his hot breath that had.

Minnie didn’t struggle, she never really did, but she was particularly docile and compliant as Mickey climbed up on her back, his rough paws and nails scraping her soft skin, his hot breath on her neck, and his warm drool dripping and pooling on her back. She shivered in disgust at her reaction. Her desire climbing, Minnie wiggled under him, trying with all her might to entice him to enter her. If she didn’t know better, Minnie could have sworn that he was holding back to show her who was really in charge.

Then she felt his big, bulbous knot against her swollen, twitching slit. Whenever a “debriefing” was about to begin, Minnie—Naomi—always wondered what it would be like to go back to having sex with an actual man. If they knew the dirty things she’d done would any man still even want her? Could she even do it?

Minnie yelped as Mickey penetrated her, his thick knot stretching her as he slid deeper and deeper inside her.

Could she go back to dinners, flowers, and lying down on a bed with her legs apart while a deep voice told her that she was beautiful and fingers gently massaged her?

She braced and yelped louder as the jack hammering began. There was no gentle coaxing her towards orgasm. He would take her as he pleased and if she managed to glean pleasure from his ruthless assault that was her own affair. Minnie did more than glean it. She was lost in it as the frustrations of a whole day of terrible teasing were shamelessly released.

Mickey seized Minnie’s collar with his sharp teeth and yanked her back as he buried himself inside of her. Minnie howled as she was filled with him.

Her own lust satiated, Minnie lay on the bare concrete back to back with Mickey, his big red knot still inflated inside her, attaching her to him. Clear headed, she felt even more-disgusted with herself than before.

There was no way she could go back to the way things were. How after all this could she even manage a big promotion on the force? Even if she could, how would the other officers possibly respect her? For the first time, she wondered if maybe that was the point of the whole thing.

She shuddered as Mickey gradually pulled his slowly deflating knot from her gaping, leaking hole. It wasn’t just the sensation, but the realization of how much she seemed to like it that really drew her attention.

Mickey plodded over to the front of her. Minnie was too drained to move and felt her eyelids drooping. Her eyes fluttered back open when felt a few warm, viscous droplets fall on her cheek. She looked up at Mickey’s shrinking member hanging over her. It glistened and dripped with his cum and her love sap. He looked down at her, his eyes narrow, and gave a low growl that she knew meant she had done something to displease him.

What could she have done wrong? It was no different than the other times he’d used her, but he seemed to want something more. He nipped at her shoulder, making her jump.

“Boss!” She yelped. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand!”

She could feel the warning shock in her head, no doubt because of whatever it was that she had done wrong and also because she had spoken at an inappropriate time.

Mickey pressed into her soft side, knocking her to her back, then squatted down and pressed his soiled knot to her trembling lips. Still making a low growl, the big dog smeared the stickiness all over her face.

Minnie was revolted. Sure she’d sucked off a bunch of strangers and still wore the evidence of it. Sure early in her K-9 service she’d been so desperate for relief from her constant arousal that she’d sucked on Mickey, but this was different…wasn’t it?

Her little pink tongue darted out from between her lips. The taste of dog cum and her own juices were overwhelming to her already confused, overwrought mind. The punishment shock was again replaced with the pleasant warmth and she felt the praise. It was so much better to feel the “good girl” as opposed to simply be told it. She lapped again and then again, the warmth increased with each lick. Soon, Minnie was eagerly slurping and sucking Mickey clean. The feelings of praise continued, the growling stopped, and she was confident that she’d finally gotten her boss’ meaning. She’d made him dirty and it was only right that she lick him clean again!

Lying on the cold concrete with Mickey’s large mass spooning and warming her, the thought occurred to her again. “I’m supposed to be…” Her heavy eyelids drooped again and she fell into a contented sleep before she could finish the thought.