Page 8 of A Halloween Kind of Night

Oh, I was going to get cuddles and orgasms?

I could snuggle whenever I wanted to?

And I got cookies?

Oh, another pup.

A nearly naked pup.

I was still paying attention to Boone, but I had to admit that the pup with the harness and inside tail looked very happy. Boone noticed the couple I was looking at, but he surprised me by turning back to me and scanning his eyes down my costume.“I know I’m supposed to like that one more, but I think you’re cute like this and I like that no one else can see how happy you are.”

Yeah, it didn’t take an inside tail to make me want to wag.

He must’ve liked whatever he saw on my face because he chuckled again and gave the leash a tug before leading us back through the coffee shop. Weaving our way through the crowd of witches and superheroes and naughty maids of every type gave me a chance to really see who was there.

It was amazing to see people I’d run into a thousand times finally being themselves. The guy who really liked big cups of black coffee was there with the cookie guy kneeling at his feet. A few of the people I saw on a regular basis who liked really sweet drinks were littles.

They were all so much fun to see that as we got to the area with the padded floor, I didn’t even realize I was getting down onto all fours until it was done and Boone made a pleased sound. “Good boy, pup. You’re going to earn your reward later.”

My orgasm reward?

Was there another one?

Thank fuck pups weren’t supposed to talk…or I’d have asked…and in Boone’s current state of mind, he’d answer.

That was either scary or erotic or both.

Probably both.

Chapter 3

Boone

He looked entirely too good on his knees and entirely too cute playing with the littles.

It was definitely going to fuck with my judgment but I wasn’t sure he’d want me to find it or my common sense.

Wynn seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my questionable logic so far, at least based on the way he was barking and wagging his tail. I wasn’t worried about how he was feeling at the moment, but going forward wasn’t as easy to sort out.

Playing with the littles came naturally to him and he didn’t second-guess running after a ball one of the older littles had thrown for him. He didn’t even seem worried about how he looked or what he was wearing, but that was probably because half the room wentaww puppywhenever they walked by.

Of course, the more naked pups got a different kind of reaction, it was more of anoh the puppy.

I was glad they all seemed happy with their clothing decisions, but I’d promised or threatened a spanking and orgasm when we got home, and he’d eaten enough candy and cookies I was going to have to roll him home if he ate any more.

Not that it’d been my fault.

The littles were sneaky fuckers.

Every time I looked away it was one piece for the little and one piece for the puppy.

I couldn’t even get the Daddies to make it stop because they were glad their subs weren’t eating all the crap. They were sneaky fuckers too. Wynn was loving it, though, and had worn himself out playing.

He’d gotten so much exercise running around that he was going to need a shower at some point.

But that thought just gave me more thoughts.

How would he get a shower?

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