The Perks of Being a Noble's Pet
Being chosen isn't an easy task. I spent quite a while being carted around in the back of a carriage, tossed in with the cargo. All the while, the maid would stop at markets to shop or pick up suspicious-looking pouches to load into the back. After making the rounds through the village, the wagon would head out toward another, repeating the same routine over and over.
"Whine..." I’m so hungry I could die. But this is a time for patience; I have to endure. The delicious scents hitting my sensitive nose only fueled my hunger, but seeing new things provided a decent distraction.
After wandering for a long time, the carriage followed a well-paved road until it reached a small castle. Once the gates opened and the carriage came to a stop, people who looked like servants unloaded the cargo and carried it inside. I was carried in my box by the maid, who brought me into the mansion and eventually arrived at a place that looked like a bathroom. To my surprise, this medieval fantasy world actually had faucets! The maid rolled up her sleeves, turned on the water, and began scrubbing my body vigorously.
The touch was a bit rough and even slightly painful, but I stayed perfectly still. I couldn't take my eyes off her massive, bouncing breasts that jiggled every time she scrubbed me. After she washed every inch of my body and soaped me up, the grime just poured off. It took three more rinses and a thorough towel-dry before the maid finally took me out of the bathroom.
The small room attached to the bathroom seemed to be her personal quarters; a small bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a chair were all it contained. It’s a bit bleak, isn't it? Or maybe this woman is just that kind of person. She left me in the room for a moment, and when she returned, she brought a silver dish.
"Sniff, sniff..." Wait... this scent... could it be?! She set the dish down in front of me. It was filled with shimmering milk. Kuh-huh! I lunged at it immediately, savoring the rich, nutty milk I hadn't tasted in a whole day. I used my tongue to lap it up skillfully—slurp, slurp, slurp!—making such a delicious sound that I eventually couldn't hold back, burying my snout in the dish and gulping it down. Ah, I feel alive. I think I’m finally full. Once I’d licked the silver dish clean enough to see my reflection, sleepiness washed over me.
Something blocked my mouth. The maid was wiping the white milk off my face with a damp cloth, then she patted my head. She was saying something, but unfortunately, I hadn't adapted to the language of this world yet. I just barked cutely.
"Arf! Arf! Arf! Arf!" I rubbed my head against her hand and looked up at her with sparkling eyes. Suddenly, I grew curious about what kind of panties she was wearing. I quickly darted under her skirt and looked up. Hanging from the edge of her white pantyhose and garter belt was... oh ho. Pure white, patternless panties! The distinct camel toe suggested her labia were quite plump, and was she waxed? There wasn't a single stray hair; her smooth skin was slightly visible through the white fabric. Having confirmed the maid's goods, I scrambled back out from under her skirt and circled her a few times, expressing my joy.
Is this where I’ll live happily ever after? Getting pampered by this busty maid nuna? But contrary to my expectations, she scooped me up into her arms. Wow, the cushioning is insane. It’s just unbelievable. Bouncy, soft, and plush. I rubbed my head against her massive breasts, which were much larger than me, and enjoyed the pleasant scent of the female body.
The maid walked down a long hallway with me and knocked on a door. When someone answered from inside, the door opened. In a room much larger and more opulent than the maid's, a girl was lying on a bed. Brilliant long silver hair and mysterious silver eyes. A pure, innocent face that made my heart feel cleansed just by looking at it. But, there was a vacant, sleepy expression, as if something were missing. A beautiful girl with a blank, soulless look. That was my first encounter with the Esper family, where I would bury my bones for the rest of my dog life.
-Knock, knock, knock.
"Lady Yulia. It’s Angela."
"Come in."
Angela, the black-haired maid with glasses, opened the door to find her mistress staring blankly out the window. Yulia Esper, the third daughter of the Esper barony, sat up from her bed to greet her right-hand woman. Yulia’s tired gaze drifted toward the small, black-furred puppy cradled in the maid's arms.
"...A puppy?"
"Yes. He’s a very clever one."
"I told you I didn't want to raise any more dogs. They're stupid."
"Of course, I understand why you’d think that. However."
Angela approached and carefully set the puppy down on the bed. The puppy sat there, perfectly still and dignified, looking back and forth between the two of them. Then, he carefully toddled over to Yulia and rubbed his head against her arm.
"He is an exceptionally smart little one. I’m sure you’ll like him."
"Really...?"
As Yulia covered her mouth and yawned, looking exhausted, the puppy yawned in exactly the same way.
"...Huh?"
-Arf?
Yulia’s eyes widened at the sight of the puppy mimicking her, as if he were learning from his parent.
"What a curious little thing."
"Isn't he?"
"But I told you before. I don't like dogs. Especially young ones. They’re stupid, noisy, violent, and they run around everywhere."
"I will take full responsibility for his training."
"I don't want him."
"My Lady."
Yulia pointed a finger toward the door. "Get rid of it."
"...Yes."
Angela reached out to grab the puppy, but—
"Ah."
The puppy was one step faster, hopping off the bed on his own. He walked to the door and sat down, waiting patiently.
"...What is that?"
"As I said."
Angela, her mistress's maid, smiled slyly and grabbed the puppy by the scruff of his neck, lifting him back up. "He’s not your average puppy."
"Isn't he still unweaned?"
"That he is. Yet, he’s still this bright. If you’re scared of sleeping alone, why not sleep with this little one?" Angela said, pointing to the large doll on the bed. "You can't keep hugging that doll forever."
"......But the doll doesn't say anything. It’s comfortable."
"Isn't that why you got tired of it and asked for a pet? Her Ladyship also said that if you don't want to make friends, you should at least try raising an animal. Besides, you have to go to the convent in a few months. You need to develop some social skills..."
"I hate all of it."
"My Lady."
Angela gave a warm smile and placed the puppy back on the bed. The puppy sat still once again. Just like a doll.
"You can't live your whole life only doing what you like. We’ll start with small things, one step at a time."
"...I understand because you're the one saying it, Angela. But only for today."
"That is fine."
With a smile, Angela left the room. Yulia reached out and carefully picked up the puppy. The little guy was perfectly calm—he didn't bark, cry, or squirm.
"......What a curious thing."
Perhaps because he’d just been washed, his glossy black fur and bright, intelligent eyes met her silver ones. A tiny tongue flicked out—slurp—and disappeared.
"I wouldn't say he’s particularly cute, though."
Her assessment was harsh, as expected of a noble daughter who had raised and abandoned countless pets. She figured he was just another mediocre animal. Still, since Angela, her direct maid, had gone to the trouble of bringing him, she figured one day wouldn't hurt. A boring life. A boring day. A boring existence inside the castle. A meaningless life. She didn't think a small puppy would change any of that. She didn't even see the point in giving him a name if she was just going to toss him aside after a day. With that thought, she hugged the puppy, feeling his warm body heat and his rapidly beating heart. It was nice that he stayed still when held. She still wasn't sure about the "smart" part.
Yulia grabbed the doll lying next to her out of boredom. She held the doll's large hand out to the puppy and muttered, "Sebastian. What do you think of him?"
Of course, there was no way the doll named Sebastian could answer. Just then, the puppy rubbed his cheek against Sebastian’s hand. Rub, rub. He rubbed his cheek, kissed it, and licked it with his tongue. Like a friend.
"Di...disgusting, what are you doing... you're getting slobber on Sebastian."
When she hurriedly pulled the doll's hand away, the puppy panted as if disappointed. Yulia watched him with a displeased look. Suddenly curious, she poked her finger toward the puppy's mouth.
"If you even try to lick me, I’ll kick you out immediately."
-Whine...
He only let out a soft moan. The puppy didn't do anything. He just stayed still like a doll.
"What is this? Did he learn that immediately? That he shouldn't touch fingers?"
...It must be a coincidence. There’s no way a puppy this young could understand that. Besides, he’s just a dog.
A bit more intrigued, Yulia poked the puppy and shook him around. There was no reaction. As if he knew she just wanted him to stay still like a doll, the puppy, who had been sitting demurely, yawned, stretched his body, curled up in the corner of the bed, and went to sleep.
"......No way."
What kind of puppy is that? Yulia, who was sensitive about her sleeping environment, was secretly flustered by how perfectly the puppy behaved to suit her tastes. She debated kicking him out, but eventually decided to accept him. Just for a day, she thought.
Lying curled up on the soft blankets in the corner of the bed, I fell into deep thought. Judging by the situation, the beautiful maid must have bought me and brought me to this noble lady as a pet... Uhyooooo! I’ve been upgraded from a neighborhood mutt to a prestigious noble dog?! But there’s something weighing on my mind. Even if the maid seems to like me, the silver-haired woman who owns this room doesn't seem to care for me much. Does she hate dogs? Is she a cat person? Either way, I have to be extremely careful.
She looked so annoyed when she reached out to touch me that I was terrified. I can't get kicked out of here! I’m a dog of hyper-intelligence, a genius! There’s no way I can’t cater to the mood of my Goshujin-sama! It was a great move to stay still until now. But I have to do what I have to do, right? I won't be satisfied until I get a taste of this [female] sleeping defenselessly. It’s not a crime even if I get caught. I’m a dog, after all.
I had already confirmed several times that the silver-haired beauty was asleep by licking her soles. I slipped under the covers, wiggling my way down to my owner's feet, sniffing as I advanced. Toward the high ground filled with the pheromones of a female that drive a male to heat. I crawled between her two legs. Since she was wearing a loose, one-piece nightgown, it was easy to reach her pussy. Stopping in front of her panties, I panted with my underdeveloped cock standing stiff. Goshujin-sama... spread those legs!