Roiyaru , the Play Room, with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe and Starshine<br/><br/>Hours,  it had been hours and hours.  It had to have been.  I occupied myself by squirming on my back against the floor, and barking at the ceiling, over and over again, while the stupidly large cock they'd given me jerked, and oozed precum, and tortured me.  A thought occurred to me.  I was told....to be good.  Just be good, don't make a mess.  I think.  Already the last issued orders were fading from my mind, consumed as it was with the pressing, urgent, and undying need to fuck something.  I tilted my head back, and stared at the door.  It had a handle, as opposed to an oval, or round door knob.  A fancy carved looking thing that I could reach with my restrained 'paws', or even my chin.<br/><br/>I had no idea if those things locked, or if real people knew a trick to opening them, but I didn't remember the Woman doing anything more than walking out, after Pogo had been taken from me.  Just the thought of her resulted in a near orgasmic muscular contraction that pushed another sticky glob of precum from the head of my cock, and forced a low hungry growl from my throat.  I had to have something.  And something, in the form of numerous bitches were right outside that door.  I couldn't crawl, or 'walk', but on my knees, I could still move!  I had to roll over to a nearby chair, and use it as a support to get to my knees, but it worked.  I could walk on my knees, I could leave that room, and find a bitch on my own.<br/><br/>I took several shuffling knee-steps toward the door, it was uncomfortable, and I was afraid I would fall, but I was moving.  And there were bitches, so many wet, ready bitches, just beyond the barrier the door represented.  If it wasn't locked.  I shuffled my way slowly toward the door, past the spot that the woman had first put the device on me, when my ears flicked forward.  Crunch...pause, crunch Crunch.  Footsteps, and not just from anyone, but from her.  Out of a sea of noise beyond the door, I picked out her unique steps, and they were drawing closer.  There were other noises, but I couldn't tell if their was another dog with her, or not, there were just so many sounds, unfamiliar to me, that it was impossible to determine<br/><br/>I stopped, and sat back on my ankles, knees apart, paws wiggling within the device I wore, and tried to look like I was being good.  It looked like I was begging, up on my knees, and my paws up, and dangling in front of me, and I hoped it looked like I was behaving, and being the good dog the woman had told me to be.  She swung the door open, quickly, and eyed me.  My tail was already swishing back and forth through the air behind me, something I had no control over.  Behind her, on a leash, was another dog.  A bitch.  My eyes were fixed on the other dog as the woman approached, and spoke.  Yes, I was a good dog, and well behaved, though she didn't know I'd just been putting my plans on escaping that room into action.  All that was gone from my mind, at the sight of the female dog that followed her in.<br/><br/>I tilted my head, and allowed my eyes to close briefly as the woman scratched behind my ears.  It felt wonderful just to be touched like that, with no threat of a whip, or other tortures to follow.  I looked up at her, or tried to, as she spoke, telling me to go slow with....her name was Starshine, and I decided it was a pretty name.  I wondered briefly if she remembered her human name, like I did, or even dwelled on it, or thought about it at all.  When I was told I would be allowed to mount Starshine, I groaned, and my cock jerked in response, oozing more precum from it's swollen head.<br/><br/>Her ears were back against her head, and her tail was dragging against the ground.  Unsure, unwilling, or just scared, I didn't care.  The woman brought her too me, and said I could mount her.  She took a few tentative steps toward me, then halted, and free of the device the woman had put me in, I fell forward on my paws with a thump, and eyes on the bitch, I crawled toward her, my hips thrusting forward involuntarily as if I'd already mounted her.  I bumped my shoulder against hers, briefly laying my head against her back, sniffing, and smelling the sweet scent of her heat, her hunger, the wet dripping core of her split sex.   So close!  I tried desperately to be good, giving no hint at all that there was a man behind my blue eyes, and pointed ears, knowing that if I did, the bitch would be taken from me, and I would be punished for it.<br/><br/>Passing behind her, I licked, and bit, and growled against her round rump, pushing my face under her tail to lick, and breathe in her scent.  The woman seemed focused on whatever papers she had, and seemed to be ignoring us entirely.  She didn't, as so many others had, try to stop me, a fear that rested always in the back of my mind.  I was gentle with the bitch, as commanded, I licked my tongue against her sex, nudged her, and growled softly.  I was a dog, a good dog, a very good dog.  I moved behind her, then lifted myself, my heavy cock jutting out obscenely from my body, and fell atop the bitch, my paws on her shoulders, and my hips against her ass, still thrusting forward as if I'd already penetrated the puppy.<br/><br/>