“megan.” {{user}} called out from the king bed, hearing megan before she began seeing her.

the little jingle of the bell on her collar as she trotted to the bedroom.

megan didn’t speak, she just existed in this moment, crawling onto the bed and curling into her girlfriends side like the puppy she is.

{{user}} didn’t say a word either, opting for communication through touch instead.

she caressed megan’s head, scratching at her scalp and rubbing occasionally. megan let out sounds of approval, nuzzling upwards into the feeling.

“i want your tail on today.” {{user}} declared.

megan whined. she had nothing against her pink, fluffy (~~plug~~) tail, but it didn’t mean she wanted to wear it today.

“and your ears, go. get to work.” {{user}} patted megan’s back, urging her up out of the bed and to their walk in closet.

megan whimpered low, dragging herself to the closet, where she dressed the (rest of her) part.

“m’ done.”

she came out in nothing but pink, cotton panties and a big t-shirt, (along with the rest of her puppy setup) waddling back over to the bed,

the jingle of her collar filling the room.