Puppy Mill Pt. 02

Author's Note: This chapter is a bit more domestic than the last, since I wanted to establish the scenario a bit. I hope the wait was worth while to see Mocha with her precious family.

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How long has it been since her first day in her new home? Maybe a day or two? Then again, it's not like she knew when she arrived. The morning after she met her owner, she woke up in a warm, soft bed. As daylight peeked through sheer, white window curtains, she was met with a strange, new room, yet another she hadn't seen before.

It was beautiful, no, that may be true but it doesn't quite feel fitting, cute, maybe? It was the kind of room you would expect a little girl to live in, save the pink spatterings of excited newlyweds drowning the entire room in gender appropriate colors. The walls were a warm, pastel brown, the off-white baseboards matching the pale furniture, from a wardrobe, to a bookshelf, a desk, as well as the very bed she rested in, a white, wooden canopied bed, almost dreamlike and ethereal thanks to the sheer white drapes and fairy lights hanging from it. Then of course, there was the pillows and toys, Mocha quickly recognizing the pillows and toys from her kennel placed on the bed as well as a small, comfortable-looking corner of the room surrounding a white toy chest.

It felt almost unreal, waking up in a room like this. If it wasn't for the ache in her behind and the wagging of her tail, she wouldn't have believed it was real.

From then on, her life with Alois began. She quickly realizes that, rather than a pet, her role was more akin to that of a housekeeper, an adorable, pettable house keeper, that one could play with like a puppy, but a housekeeper nonetheless. Not that she was complaining about wanting to be one or the other, she could do both! She's a good girl. At first it was just simple tasks, handling the laundry, washing the dishes, vacuuming the floor, the things she knew she could do. Alois was a very kind master, cooking for her for the first few days, showing her his recipes, and then helping her learn them over the next few days... though his handsy tendencies did make it difficult to follow at first. It was a bit difficult to focus on learning as his hands wandered, making her mind cloudy and blissful, but she did her best anyway, she's a good girl after all!

That of course, brought up the more lewd side of her life with her master. While she hadn't quite taken him for a starved man at first, his hands, lips, and tongue spoke quite a bit to the contrary. He was no stranger to groping her curves, kissing her neck and lips, and sucking away at her chest and collarbone, leaving hickies and marks in his wake. No matter what it was he was doing, he always left some kind of room for his sexual appetite, whether it be those small, lecherous enticements or something special he had planned.

Unlike the first night shared after their meeting, Alois slowly learned to take his time with these acts, and they were rarely ever painful if not intended. It was mindblowing what pleasure could do to her, breaking her open for him to toy with and make his. He would take days to warm up, playing with her in the little ways he could, making her more and more desperate for him the longer he waited, sometimes by choice, sometimes otherwise. Regardless, as his stamina built over time from the repeated acts, he became far more bold, driving her further and further up the wall of pleasure, only to rein her back in with a collar and leash... and my did he like that leash. So did Mocha. It was hard not to like it. After all, every time he wanted his girl, he would grab that leash and lead her wherever he wanted to.

Oh, but she should probably stop daydreaming about that. It'll only make it harder for her after all. Master said they wouldn't be able to do it for a while, since he's having a guest over for the week.

The bell on Mocha's collar chimes as she walks through the kitchenette of the home, eyeing it's appliances and marble countertops. She can't help but feel slightly anxious. After getting into the habit of cooking so much, when Alois insisted he would cook tonight, it almost feels like she's being denied of her job in the house. There isn't much she can do around here that makes her feel helpful after all.

The puppy girl eyes herself in the reflection of the refrigerator door, or, more specifically, the dress she's been asked to wear that day. It's a cute, white summer dress, perfect for the warmer weather these days, the balcony of the large apartment wide open to allow the warm air in, the mesh screen door doing it's job well of keeping pesky bugs out. She's not too big on bugs. The idea of getting one in her tail or by her ears is just gross. Especially if it was a tick or something! She heard they love to bite puppies, after all.

Her eyes then fall on the hands of the clock in the kitchenette, taking a moment to read the time. She's been getting better at it recently. After she came here, her brain felt so fuzzy and foggy, but recently she's been able to think faster! As her eyes land on the hands, she counts for a moment, pulling out her fingers to do so. It should be seven... no, yeah, seven and eight minutes? That can't be right though, master said he would be back by six and fifty with the guest. He's usually never wrong... Then, the doorbell rings, followed quickly by the sounds of keys jingling as the door opens.

"Mocha! We're home!" Comes a familiar voice, her master, Alois.

She can feel her tail wagging as it registered. Quickly jumping to run closer to the entrance, then as she turned the corner, she saw him. Well, them. Standing alongside her master, who stood, removing his shoes one at a time lazily, was a younger-looking man. He sported the same raven hair and grey-blue eyes, but had a distinctly more friendly face, less prominent cheek bones and a wider chin. His eyes were wide in surprise as she approached, but her attention was mostly on her master.

"There you are sweetheart, were you waiting for me? You must be hungry, here I was, promising I would cook for tonight and yet I'm getting stuck in traffic, I'm sorry about that..." Alois apologizes, stepping away from the mudroom and leading the girl back into the living room.

The man gives an apologetic smile to Mocha, a look she just can't help but melt in response to, tail wagging in bliss. It's then that he turns to the young man, who stands by the door, a look of bewilderment across his face. "Come on in, Aaron. This is who I was telling you about, my new housekeeper and assistant, Mocha." Assistant? It sounds kind of nice to be called that. It makes her feel... important. The housekeeper in question turns, offering a wide smile to the young man, who seems admittedly less frozen in place, but still quite surprised. He seems hesitant as he exits the mud room, stepping closer cautiously, Alois is quick to tease him for it. "Hey, she doesn't bite you know. Unless you want her to."

The young man gives an exasperated look to Alois before sighing, the tension seeming to leave his body as he approaches. "When you said housekeeper, I was expecting someone a bit more... human? What would Mom think?" Aaron asks, giving that same exasperated look to the man before him.

Alois' smile drops somewhat, what remains is something more akin to a grin. "What your mother doesn't know won't hurt her. Besides, she's different from most demihumans. She's intelligent." He looks back to Mocha, raising and hand to pet the top of her head, mussing up her hair as he scratches her ears. "She's not an animal. So don't treat her like one." As he says it, his tone goes cold. It takes a moment for Mocha to realize he isn't talking to her anymore, the young man, Aaron, standing in silence for a moment before he nods, dropping his bag onto the living room couch.

His smile goes back to normal before he turns back to the young man, "Here, let me introduce you two officially. Mocha, this is my son, Aaron. He spends most of his time with his mother due to the divorce agreement, but he'll be spending every last week of the month with us, so play nice." Mocha gives an excited nod, looking to the father and son pair with a smile. "Aaron, this is Mocha. I told you before how she's been helping me out and making things easier for me, so don't be afraid to ask her for anything. Just don't cross the line. Before anything else, she's family." Again, his words have a slight edge to them, though it seems to go over Mocha's head at first.

It's... a bit scary to hear it from him, but at the same time, it's really comforting to be treasured like that.

"Now," Alois begins, putting a hand on his son's shoulder. "Why don't you go ahead and get settled in? Mocha, you can enjoy some TV while I get dinner ready." His words have a sense of finality to them, not that Mocha would complain, watching TV is fun! The puppy girl lands on a spot on the couch covered in a fluffy blanket, settling onto the pillows as the TV begins to glow.

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Things went pretty smoothly with Aaron's arrival, though he seemed to be unnerved whenever Mocha was present, curiosity clear on his face, although it was obvious he didn't quite know how to treat her.

Mocha couldn't help but feel similar. She loved spending time with Alois, so she was sure that she would love spending time with Aaron too. He would always spend his time in his room though, watching TV or playing games alone. Was it fun? Maybe it was. She always loved to take a nap or watch TV after getting all the chores done. She couldn't help but wish he would come out more though.

His lack of presence didn't seem to sway Alois' original stance on intimacy from the beginning of the week however. He would always keep his touches brief, but in spite of it, his touches seemed harder, deeper. Whereas before, his touches were often slow, long, and sensual, while attempting to hide things from Aaron, he seemed more... depraved, hungry, even. As she cooked or cleaned he would often come up from behind, groping and pulling for a moment, maybe even longer if he felt brave, before it all came to an end, stopping as suddenly as it began, leaving her more and more desperate and starved for more. It didn't take long for her to be giving puppy dog eyes from across the room, attempting to encourage him to do more, to give more.

Of course, her master never was a man so easily swayed.

It was the fifth day of Aaron's stay when one of her hopes came true, Aaron finally started spending time out of his room. He was up setting up some game system in the living room when she found him, the young man organizing a set of wires behind the television as he noticed her. "Oh, uh, hey... Mocha." Is all he said after turning to the girl, a dead silence filling the air before she tried to bridge the gap. It took a bit of practice with Alois, but she can learn a few tricks! She's a good girl after all!

Cocking her head, Mocha pointed towards the plastic and metal game system, curiosity clear on her face. She never had anything like that back when she was a person after all. It takes a moment for Aaron to realize, but his expression completely changes. "Um... you want to know what it is?"

She couldn't help but smile at that. She was having a conversation! Kinda! With someone other than Alois! She nods her head fast, excited and happy. Aaron's expression is completely changed now, whereas before he seemed hesitant, now it's as if it all disappeared, his expression brightening somewhat as he begins to speak.

"This is just my compact portable PC, most people don't really think of computers that aren't a laptop as something that can be portable, but with the right build you can make it pretty efficient even with a small build size and even run some pretty big and graphically advanced games on them..." The puppy girl approaches as he talks, plopping herself down on the couch. She would be lying if she said she understood what he was talking about, she never really had the money for stuff like that, but it was nice to see him so happy. Aaron continues, talking somewhat about the games he has on the PC before he stops, seeming to have realized something. "Um, have you even played a game before, Mocha?" With a quick shake of the negative, he looks off to the side as he speaks again. "You're done with your chores, right? I could probably teach you, if you want."

It's a pretty exciting thought, getting to play a fun game she never has before... She still has time before she needs to make dinner. How could she say no?

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"Hey, Mocha. What's for dinner?"

It was the sixth day of Aaron's stay now, and she couldn't help but feel happy with how friendly he was being now! Ever since he showed her how to play that weird game, he was a lot happier and more comfortable in the apartment, even if she didn't really get how the game worked. She'll have to try again another time.

For whatever reason, she couldn't help but be reminded of his father whenever he would linger around her, sidling up close and smiling wide at her, petting her head and scratching her ears for her. Maybe she's just reminded of her master because of how nice Aaron is being now? That must be it.

The question he asks surprises Mocha somewhat. She's not very good at answering questions that aren't as simple as yes or no, or one option or another. She fumbles somewhat, looking to her ingredients for a way to attempt to answer the question, but between the mixed vegetables and the the uncooked state of the meat, it didn't seem like there would be an easy way to tell him in a way other than guesswork... Puppies can't answer questions like these... She settles for just giving the young man a pout, which seems to convey the message just fine.

"Oh..." He begins, greyish eyes looking off to the side in embarrassment. "Sorry, I forgot again... I guess I'll just have to wait and see, huh?"

There's a set of footsteps as Alois enters the kitchenette, looking between the two with a smile. "You two seem to be getting along well, Mocha." Aaron jumps at his father's approach, but the girl in question just turns to smile wide. The father steps closer, looking over Mocha's shoulder to the food, the vegetables simmering in a pot as Mocha prepares a pan to sear the meat. "Hard at work already? Good girl." He grins, placing his hands over the puppy's shoulders, Mocha's tail wagging hard under the frills of her dress' skirt. There's a sudden ringing sound, the girl's ears perking up at gbe sound as it emerges from the young man's pocket.

Pulling it out to look, his expression dims a bit, looking to his father as he begins to exit the kitchen. "It's mom. I'll be right back." Mocha just looks up to Alois with a curious glance, but he just gives a sympathetic look to his son, electing hover in the kitchen for the time being.

The sound of the conversation are a bit too easy for Mocha to hear with her ears.

"Mom? What's up?" His tone is a bit less joyful, a pause ensuing.

"No, no, things are fine. Dad's been good. He's doing fine." Another pause. "It's not like that mom, you know how he is, he just has some company to lift his mood a bit." Then another. "It's really not like that, alright? She's just a housekeeper. I think. She's a demihuman."

An even longer pause ensues from the young man, the sounds from the phone growing louder, almost aggressively. Mocha can't help but look over to the hall he went down with worry.

"Mom, I told you- Mom. Mom. It's not like that. Really. It's not like she's an animal- Mom. Listen- She's a housekeeper. She's intelligent. He just wants a helping hand and some company, Mom- No, Mom. Stop- Not like that, Mom... I think-"

He stops speaking, sighing as the voice seems to continue speaking loudly. "I... I understand. I won- I won't, Mom. I know how you feel. Just... I'll be home tomorrow, Mom. We can talk more then. I... I know. I know. I love y-" A pause for a moment as the voice speaks. "I love you... See you soon." The young man sounds completely defeated as he hangs up, standing in the hall for a moment as he gives a sigh. Mocha can't help but feel sad hearing him like that. He stands there for nearly a minute, stewing in his own thoughts. It just doesn't feel like a good thing.

Alois speaks first. "You wanna go check up on him? I'll take over for a second." He smiles, looking down to Mocha as he speaks to her. Looking back, it's clear that he was a bit worried too, even if he wasn't showing it on his face. With a nod, the puppy steps away, walking over to peek down the hallway. She almost comes face to face with the young man as he turns around to see her, running a hand through his bangs in mental exhaustion.

"Mocha?"

She goes in for a hug, pulling him in close. She may not know how to say something to comfort him, but this is something anyone knows how to do.

Alois pauses at first, unsure of how to respond, but after a moment, he just returns the hug, burying his head in her shoulder somewhat. He shakes a bit as she brings her hand up to pet his hair. They stay like that for a bit, the young man resting in the embrace until finally he pulls away with a mutter of "Thank you." The pair walk back to the kitchen together, Alois giving a smile to the pair as the evening resumes, Mocha taking up the cooking again as Alois leans in close.

"Good girl. You've been really good this week, you know. Especially to Aaron. How about I reward you tonight, okay? Stay up late for me."

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It was that same night that Mocha got her last hope fulfilled. Spending time with Aaron certainly got her mind off of it, but even then, as she returned to bed, she couldn't help but feel heated. There was no way she wouldn't be, given what Alois had whispered to her. Even just laying in bed in her nightgown, she couldn't stop her tail from wagging against the blankets in excitement.

Then, finally, her ears perked up as heavy steps approach the door, her tail wagging even harder as the door opens. Alois leans in the doorway, wearing a dress shirt tucked into his pants, unbuttoned loosely to display what muscle he had. Time in the bedroom was often limited between the pair, given the man's busy schedule. It was only right that they did everything to make what time they had count. At first, she had never really taken herself for one to be aroused by something like a man's muscle or the way he dresses, but it felt silly in retrospect. If a man can be aroused by lingerie or a woman's hips, why couldn't it be the other way around? She knows that very well now.

Her master stands in the doorway for a moment with a smug smile on his face. Then, as he closes the door, the leash comes into view. Her reaction is almost pavlovian, flushing as he stands there in all his glory. "Is my good girl ready for me?" All she can respond with is a quick nod. "Come here, puppy."

Removing the blankets, she crawls on all fours, reaching the end of the bed as her owner approaches. Even just looking up at him is making her excited, seeing that smile of his he only gives when he's ready to make her his. To claim her. His hands move down, the white leash clipping onto her collar, her breathing growing heavy as she looks up to Alois. His hand moves to her chin, holding her between his thumb and fingers. "You're so beautiful like this, Mocha. You're perfect for me." Then, he leans in for a kiss, the two connecting harshly, starved. The two's tongues tangle together, wet sounds filling the air as the two intertwine. Then, as the two part, they're left gasping, a string of saliva breaking as the pair stare into eachother's eyes. Puppy dog eyes looking into a pair filled with love and a starved thirst for more.

She loves him.

"Do you want me inside you, puppy? Is my good girl ready for me?" For a moment all she can do is stare back, panting, and as the words process in her mind, she nods, shaking her head in the positive with as much excitement and desperation as she can contain. She needs him so bad. She wants him inside of her so badly. There's a warm itch inside of her belly that she needs him to sate, to make her whole.