Human pet short stories

Do your research

I stroked my pet, she rested on my lap, breathing softly and curled up cutely. I had my legs resting on the coffee table, I was watching cute baby animal videos, kitten, pups, human cubs, all so adorable. I examined her and stroked her belly. I began looking up nearby people offering their males to breed, many were expensive, but some were more reasonable. I looked to her again, the thought of having an adorable Cub spurring me to keep looking. She stretched and looked up at me yawning, before nuzzling my gut and going back to sleep. Such a cutey.

After I finished messaging a few people, I put my laptop away and stood, guiding her outside, playing with her with some balls, watching her kick them around and burn off any energy from sleeping.

I fed her after bringing her inside. She was happy and cute, as always. I stroked her head and smiled softly. She's precious.

I slipped on her harness and leash taking her for a walk through the park, she was walking by my side, examining the world with those adorable wide eyes. She's the best pet I could ever have. I stroked my fingers through her hair, letting her enjoy the world before taking her home. I had dinner and took her to bed, letting her lay beside me under the blanket as I stared at the roof, glancing at my phone.

After a few days of waiting, someone was available. They were cheap and seemed eager to help.

I watched them enter, they held some gear in their hands and met my good girl. They guided her to her hands and knees, tying her into position, I frowned, she struggled a little and whined, they know how to breed a human better then I do... I need to let them do their work.

The male human they had looked at my pet, glancing at his master, before moving behind my girl. She let out a squeal and struggled, I was frozen.

She looks and sounds so upset. The male humping into her, then grunting and pulling away. I handed over the money, the person untying my girl and shaking my hand, leaving. I glanced down, but she was gone, I looked around, worried.

"Tilly?!" I called, searching around the house, panic filling me. Oh my precious girl.

I searched the house for hours, my heart breaking, she's never not come when called, she's always been amazing when called.

I sighed and made her food. Sitting on the couch and trying to think. I could hear water and looked into the kitchen, there she is. She's drinking from her water.

I sighed and approached her, she whimpered and tried to run, I gently caught her and stroked her, she was crying and whimpering. Blood between her thighs, I didn't know she had been bleeding...

I carried her to the car, immediately heading to the vets. I carried her inside and begged to see a vet, the receptionist looking at my pet and back at me.

"Has she been sexually active?" She asked.

"Yes, I tried breeding her today" I stammered. She typed into a computer and glanced at my precious pet. She shook her head, a vet coming to talk to us. She seemed surprised to see Tilly, resting her on the cold table and inspecting her.

"How did you breed her?" She asked.

"I had someone bring over a male, they tied her down and then let the male breed her" I explained. She paused, looking at me.

"Have you done any research on how to breed? Any research whatsoever?" She asked.

"I looked up local breeders, this one was the cheapest" I explained, she seemed annoyed by my answer, maybe I shouldn't have been so impulsive.

"There's a reason they're expensive. Breeding any animal, especially a human needs work. You're paying for; The humans to meet, for them to get comfortable, for pleasure to be encouraged. You are paying for months of carefully observed interaction to ensure a healthy breeding" sighed the vet. I glanced at my very upset pet and rubbed the back of my head.

"Now, she may never breed if you wish to try again, she will be to traumatised over it. If you ever wish to do something with your pet that is so big, do your research. She is torn and damaged. She will need to be on bed rest for a week" she explained, she cleaned up the blood, and cleaned the tears from her face. I scooped my girl up, feeling embarrassed, guilty and ashamed. I shouldn't have been so impulsive.

"Thank you... I will be more prepared next time" I mumbled, walking to my car to pamper and make it up to my upset Tilly.