A Walk, Part 1
※ This chapter contains a scene of the protagonist urinating. Please be advised.
Veronica gave the collar around my neck a light tug.
Jingle— the little bell attached to the leash rang out.
My masculinity had been smashed to pieces long ago, but I had at least wanted to hold on to my humanity. That cheerful little sound casually shattered even that last wish.
When I hesitated, Veronica tugged the leash again. The collar pulled taut and cinched around my throat. A dry cough punched out of me.
A human's will to survive is far stronger than any paltry scrap of pride. Like a marionette jerked along by invisible strings, my feet moved forward of their own accord.
Veronica started walking ahead, a satisfied smile on her lips.
The cold marble floor touched my bare feet. Every hair on my body stood on end. I shrank into myself without meaning to.
A body wearing nothing at all. Ridiculous dog ears on my head. A collar around my neck. And on my ass... a tail that kept pressing, pressing against my prostate.
...Is this really going to be okay?
I had decided to submit. I had made up my mind to become Veronica's toy. There hadn't been any other choice. But understanding something with your head and accepting it with your heart are entirely different matters.
Shame rooted my feet to the floor. With every step I took, the swaying tail made my gait even slower. The iron weight filling my belly scraped against my inner walls, maintaining a constant, lewd pressure.
"Why so sluggish? At this rate, walking on all fours would be faster. Don't you think?"
A playful voice, a light tone. But a sharp blade hid beneath it.
If I keep walking like this, she'll make me walk on all fours?
The terror that I might actually end up crawling like a beast sent me hurrying after her.
The one small mercy was that the hallway was completely empty. In the silent corridor there was only the sound of my bare feet, her heels, and the jingling of the bell at my throat.
Suddenly I felt eyes on me and turned my head that way. It was the gallery where the portraits of successive family heads hung. They wore gentle, benevolent smiles — but to me, it felt as though they were sneering at my pathetic appearance.
I hung my head in shame, and my naked body was reflected in the well-polished marble floor. I hunched as small as I could, stooping at the waist, covering my chest with one hand and my front with the other. But there was no way to hide the tail buried in my ass. It swayed with every step, tickling my skin.
"Straighten your back. A puppy shouldn't walk all hunched over like that."
She scolded me in a low voice, displeased with my posture.
"But if someone sees..."
"Don't worry. All the servants are on break. There's no one here but the two of us."
That was a little reassuring, but it didn't make the shame go away. When Katrina's back still wouldn't straighten even after the scolding, Veronica tugged the leash. A choking rasp, and the bell jingled. Only then did Katrina's back go ramrod straight.
"That's right. That's how it should be."
Veronica said as much and started walking again.
Was it the nerves? Or was it the plug pressing into my belly?
...I needed to pee.
It had been bearable at first, but as time passed the pressure crushing my lower abdomen grew stronger and stronger. I had wanted to hold it until the walk was over, but I was truly at my limit now.
"U-Um, Unnie..."
"What is it?"
"I... I need to use the bathroom..."
I barely managed to squeeze the words out. Having to ask permission to go to the bathroom at my age. A different kind of shame from walking naked down the hallway washed over me.
Veronica stopped walking and looked back at me. Her eyes were full of mischievous curiosity.
"Need to go pee-pee?"
She asked again, even though she already knew why.
"...Yes."
"Hmm—"
Veronica pondered for a moment, then smiled like a child who'd just had a wonderful idea.
"Puppies don't use the bathroom, though?"
"...What?"
"Dogs pee on the floor. Our puppy should too. Come on, go."
Veronica pointed at the hallway floor with her chin, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Like a math teacher saying one plus one equals two.
"Y-You want me to go... here?"
"Yep. Hurry up and pee. Our puppy said he needed to go, didn't he?"
Veronica gave the leash a little tug, urging me on. And "pee-pee," of all things. I shook my head desperately.
I want to hold on to at least this last shred of human dignity!
"This is too much! Please, just let me go to the bathroom..."
I was so desperate that a coquettish voice slipped out. But no matter how I begged, Veronica wouldn't budge. If anything, she seemed to be enjoying herself even more.
The liquid swollen tight in my bladder screamed to be let out right now. Cold sweat ran down my back. I crossed my legs the way I used to as a child when I was holding it in. Veronica watched me with a look of fascinated interest.
"Don't be stubborn, puppy. Let's go pee-pee."
She came up behind me and pressed down firmly on my shoulders. I tried to resist, but my already trembling legs gave out in no time. I ended up squatting like a girl peeing in the street.
Veronica didn't stop there — she spread my legs wide to either side.
I did not want to pee in a hallway people walked through. Naked, with my legs spread wide open, no less. I clenched my ass as hard as I could and held on with everything I had.
The sparkle of anticipation in Veronica's eyes began to fade.
"Holding it in is bad for you. Come on, let's go pee-pee."
"Hhk...?!"
Having run out of patience, Veronica started pressing down on my lower belly with her hand. Then she blew a hot puff of air into my ear. Hoo—
Her hand and the plug tormenting my bursting bladder from front and back. The warm breath tickling its way from my ear into my brain.
I couldn't take any more.
I let the tension go from my ass.
Ssssss—
At the same time, a hot liquid began to spill from the tip of my cock. My body shuddered with an inexplicable sense of release. The heat spread across the cold marble floor. There must have been quite a lot of it — a small puddle formed at my feet.
"All done peeing, puppy?"
"......"
Once the pleasant release faded, self-loathing came flooding in. I stared blankly down at the puddle of piss I had made. A puddle giving off warm steam and the smell of urine.
Leopold's dignity: died here.
"Aww— good boy. Our puppy deserves a pat on the head for that."
Veronica praised me and stroked my head. Not the way an adult strokes a child's head — the way a master strokes a dog. I could only hang my head in misery.
The walk continued. Half out of my mind, I moved my feet wherever she led me.
That was when we turned a corner in the hallway.
Thud—
"Ah...!"
Walking in a daze, I collided hard with someone's shoulder. I lost my balance and landed on my ass.
"Hhhk♡?!"
The impact drove the plug buried in my ass even deeper. The pain, like being run through with a spear, stopped my breath for a moment.
"I'm sor—"
The person I'd bumped into started to apologize, then stopped mid-word. I lifted my head in a daze as well.
The first thing that entered my field of vision was a maid uniform. At first I thought it was just one of the maids. But when I looked higher, I saw a familiar face.
"...Huh."
"E-Emma?"
It was Emma.
Her gaze traveled from the dog ears on my head to the collar, then down my completely naked body to the drooping tail. Her already sharp eyes narrowed even further as her face twisted, and her mouth fell open like someone who'd just seen something she shouldn't have.
"Oh my— Emma."
Veronica watched the whole thing unfold and spoke as if nothing were amiss.
"Out for a walk yourself?"
Even though it was break time, Emma was roaming the mansion.
Lately she couldn't seem to focus on her work at all. But if she let go of her work, her mind grew even more chaotic. The cause, of course, was that brat Leopold.
Lately Leopold kept showing up in her dreams. The Leopold in her dreams would put on airs with that pretty-boy face of his, or nestle into her arms. Then he'd pant and rock his hips like a dog in heat. Leopold, grinding his cock against her leg with a pathetic expression, even though she hadn't even put it in yet.
The first time she'd had a dream like that, she'd kicked off the covers and sat up like someone who'd had a nightmare.
But lately?
"You filthy little slut...! Where did all that noble pride of yours go, huh?"
"Hhaah―♡ Hah...♡"
"Pathetic brat. A man, writhing and moaning underneath a woman...!"
She was enjoying it even more.
To think she was railing, night after night in her dreams, a creature she'd once despised. Sexual frustration? Was that it? If it hadn't been for that blowjob back then, she would have just gone on living a normal life. The dirty dreams had started after that day, too.
Suddenly she remembered something a senior of hers, who always had a cigarette in her mouth, used to say.
You can get by not knowing at all — but once you've had a taste, there's no going back~
She felt like she could understand those words now.
"Hah..."
Emma stopped for a moment, thought it over, then turned her steps toward the kitchen. She figured she'd kill some time peeling potatoes or something.
And the moment she turned the corner, she collided with something.