The rocking of the car quickly made Jen sleepy, finding a comfortable position by putting her front legs out in front of her and resting her head on her paws she fell asleep. When she awoke she was lying on a cold metal table in the middle of a white room, her blanket gone she was naked once again and a man in a white coat was standing over her.
Jen screamed and instinctively tried to get away before her conscious mind calmed down and she sat blushing in front of him. Her mother and Mr. Powel were nowhere to be seen.
“Are you a doctor?” Jen asked. He ignored her so she asked again, “Are you going to help me?”
This time he smiled and briefly put a hand reassuringly on her shoulder, “Shhh girl, shhh”
“What? My name’s Jenny... Is this permanent?”
Again he ignored her.
“Ok, here we go” He seemed to be talking to himself; he reached towards Jen and then withdrew his hand before he went to the door in the corner and stuck his head out into the corridor outside. He called to someone outside, “Francine? Can you get me a book of breeds please?”
“Sorry Karl, The owner says she’s a one of a kind, you won’t find her in a book”
Jen’s heart started beating really fast, “Wait! I’m not a dog, that’s my mom not my owner!!”
“Apparently you treat her like a Labrador; if you get stuck the owner can offer some other advice, and the teat size and lack of body hair is normal”
“Ok, thanks Francine”
“Wait, Please! I’m not a dog!” Jen shouted at him. He shut the door and turned towards her. “Shhhh, I’m not going to hurt you”
“I’m a person you nutter, Mom! Mom help!” Jen stood on her wobbly dog legs and tried to jump down from the table but she could tell it was too high, if she tried she’d probably break a leg.
Still shouting Jen felt a hand on her naked back and then another on her head, before she could react the vet was attaching a muzzle to her head and with expert skill quickly had the terrified girl gagged.
Unable to cry for help or get down from the table Jen stood in fear whimpering as he started to stroke her back tenderly. Jen’s whimpering quickly changed from fear to ecstasy as his hand danced along her spine causing jolts of pleasure with every stroke.
She tried to beg him to stop but the muzzle made it impossible and she soon lost herself in the intense pleasure.
Jen realised that she was rapidly approaching orgasm and tried to grind her back into the man’s hand as he stroked her, just as she was about to crest he withdrew his hand and filled out a clipboard. “You’ve got some impressive teats there girl” he said fondling one and then the other, “but for your breed I guess that’s probably normal”
He let go of her breasts and returned to his clipboard, “So Worming medicine and... my... my... my...” He went back to the door, “Francine, can you ask the owner what her heat cycle is like please?”
There was a long silence before ‘Karl’ got a reply, “Near constant apparently, the lack of hair means she uses hormones to stay warm”
“Thanks Francine” He closed the door.
“So you’re a horny little bitch aren’t you!” He quickly injected something into her ass and gave her a playful stroke on the head. Jen’s pussy was soaked and every time he touched her, her pleasure grew. “Well I wouldn’t want one but I can see the appeal for some owners...” the vet said to himself.
At that point the door swung open and a young girl that Jen recognised from school was standing in the doorway, it was Francine Miller, Jen knew she worked in the Vets but hadn’t put two and two together until now.
“Karl the owner says her collar must’ve come off at some point, they just brought a new one and asked if you could put it on her for them.”
“Thanks Francine” the vet said taking the small black collar from the girl. Before turning to Jen and putting the collar around her neck, unable to stop him she just stood uselessly as the leather strap was fastened.
“There ‘Bitch’” The vet said amusingly playing with the tag on the collar.
Jen shed another tear as the muzzle was removed and she was lifted off the table. A leash was attached to her collar and she was led out into the waiting room where her mother and Mr. Powell were sitting. After the vet had finished reassuring her mother that Jen was ok she was led back out to the car, without her blanket, ready to go home.