Petgirl Fantasy

People always say that honesty and communication are the prime pillars of a relationship. Turns out that wasn't the case in your own relationship. You should have seen it coming though, as your girlfriend could come off as a little crazy at times (in retrospect, batshit crazy, and most of the time). And all that occult goth stuff should have at least made you consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, this psycho girlfriend of yours was actually a witch. So when you tried talking to her about a fantasy you had that you wanted to try out in bed, she wasn't too happy.

"You want to do what!? What the fuck is a petgirl fantasy? A Collar!? Are you insane! I am not some pet you can leash and walk on all fours you sicko! You want a fucking petgirl? Well you can be one! Have fun, bitch!"

And with a snap of her fingers, everything around you warped, leaving you in a different place, in a different position, in a different body... Suddenly you felt off, you body feeling strangely balanced, something was squeezing around your neck, and were looking up at a tall and broad man. What the hell was happening?

"Awww does my little Puppy want her treat?"

You tried to protest, but all that came out of a your mouth was a squeaky and feminine "Yip!". What. The. Fuck. Your master... wait, master? Yes, your master started unzipping his pants, fishing in his boxers for your treat. Your mouth started to water as you let your tongue out, panting, and you couldn't help but shake your behind in anticipation. Yes Puppy was a good pet! Puppy wanted her treat! Puppy was the cutest little pet for master!