Doggy Walk Time
"Walkies."
"What?"
Silveryia scowled and shot back at the orc's sudden declaration. After days of absence, the first thing out of his mouth was walkies? Cutting straight to the chase without any context, she wrinkled her nose and demanded an explanation.
"Walkies."
"I said, speak properly! What do I know from you just blurting out 'walkies' like that?"
"Boss! This bitch! She reeks!"
Just as abruptly as the orc, a familiar goblin popped out from behind him and dove straight under Silveryia's skirt, sniffing at her crotch with twitching nostrils.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing?!"
She tried to shove him away by pressing down on her skirt with her hands, but unlike the other dim-witted goblins, this self-proclaimed clever goblin shaman timed his exit perfectly. He scurried back to the orc and started squawking excitedly, tattling on her most intimate secrets(?).
"Boss! This bitch! She's already soaked through!"
"Oh ho?"
"Eek...!"
"She's not even wearing panties right now! That bitch's pussy—or is it a reservoir?—can't tell the difference anymore; it's just gushing nonstop!"
"Oh ho indeed..."
"Sh-shut your trap!"
Ever since the orc had subjected her to all sorts of training a few days ago, Silveryia had stopped wearing underwear. There simply wasn't any left. For some inexplicable reason, her body had become hypersensitive afterward—anything she wore started feeling sexual, and her panties would soak through with her juices the moment she put them on. She couldn't very well ask anyone to wash her underwear for her, and hand-washing them every day was too embarrassing. So, she'd boldly decided to go without. They got soaked anyway after a short while, so why bother? It even felt refreshing, liberating. And with just a skirt on, she could finger her pussy anytime she wanted. She'd been pretty satisfied with her new routine.
"Gyaahaha..."
"Gobgob..."
Until the orc showed up right in front of her.
By now, dripping in front of him was nothing new—it barely fazed her anymore. But today felt... off.
"Walkies."
"I said! Speak properly! Walkies, walkies—it's the third time!"
Silveryia screamed in frustration at the orc, who ignored her completely and just repeated himself. She glared daggers at him, missing the goblin leaping at her from the side in the process.
Click.
"What the—?! Get off me right now!"
Something clicked around her neck, followed by an unfamiliar sensation at her throat.
"Wh-what is this? What did you put around my neck—hey! Don't touch it!"
She fumbled with her fingers—it felt like leather. But why on her neck...? Looking up at the orc in confusion, he responded not with words but by reaching out with the goblin to roughly strip her clothes off.
"Wh-why are you undressing me?! I-I'll do it myself, so hands off!"
Knowing these brutes, they'd probably just rip everything to shreds. Silveryia slapped their hands away, stripped off her clothes in a huff, and shot a glare at the orc, who leered down at her approvingly.
"Heh heh, looks like you're not embarrassed showing off your naked body in front of me anymore."
"What good's shame? It'd just make you happy anyway."
Silveryia shed her clothes without a shred of hesitation, standing stark naked before the orc as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"So, what are we doing today? If you've got something, spit it out and get on with it."
"Excited?"
"Who said—?! As if I'd be looking forward to this..."
She turned her head away, cheeks flushing slightly under his lecherous grin. She'd just claimed she had no shame, but come on—who could completely shed human embarrassment? Moments ago, she'd stripped pretending it didn't faze her just to spite him, but one look at his face and she'd blushed anyway.
Still, she forced a defiant glare, as if to prove her point. The orc yanked the leash in his hand.
"Guh?!"
Before she could react, Silveryia dropped to her knees on the floor.
A leash?
The leather collar the goblin had snapped on, her position on all fours, the leash attached...
"Th-this is—?!"
A bitch in heat, plain and simple!
"What the hell is this supposed to be?!"
"Quiet, bitch!"
Crack!
"Hngh!"
Even for him, this was too much, wasn't it? Silveryia tried to stand and protest, but the goblin's whip cracked across her ass, sending her sprawling limply to the floor. The sheer humiliation, the stinging heat on her cheeks—tears welled in her eyes. That's when the orc looked down at her and said,
"That's why I told you. Walkies."
"Even so... you can't...!"
Out for a walk like this? Knowing his personality, he'd absolutely do it. But last time, they'd snuck around between barracks, avoiding prying eyes. This time, he meant to show her off like this.
"N-no! I won't have it! This is too far!"
Anything but showing her naked body to everyone here. Clutching at that one thought, Silveryia clung to the orc's leg.
"Please... please... can't we do something else? I'm begging you, no, please, I beg you..."
Desperate enough to polite-up her speech and plead like this. The orc smirked, patted her head, and said,
"Don't worry. I'm not planning to show off my property to just anyone yet."
"Huh?"
What did that mean? Was he calling off the walk? No way—not with his personality.
The goblin shaman, who'd been cackling as he watched her, slapped her ass and explained.
"Gobgob! Relax, bitch! That collar around your neck has my special shaman magic enchanted on it! As long as you're wearing it, to everyone else, you'll just look like a regular bitch! And since it's enchanted on an object, it's even stronger than on living things. Even if someone touches you, they'll think they're petting a real dog!"
"E-even so...!"
"You doubt my magic?! You human bitches are not just savage—you're suspicious too!"
Offended, the goblin shaman started venting his frustration on her ass without mercy.
"St-stop! Enough alrea—!"
The orc was watching! At this rate, she'd squirt without meaning to again!
Just as her ass turned beet-red and a leak was about to spring from her reservoir,
"That's enough."
The orc calmed the goblin shaman. "If anyone's spanking her, it'll be me."
Smack!
"Hii?!"
His massive pot-lid hand slammed down on her ass. Her body welcomed her master's touch so eagerly that Silveryia couldn't hold back the flood—she collapsed forward in a puddle.
"There, nice and fresh now. Should make for a comfy walk."
"As expected of the boss! One shot and the human bitch is done!"
"A true male knows every nook and cranny of his bitch. Right?"
"Right! Right!"
The goblin shaman, bouncing excitedly in place, quickly cast the perception-alteration spell on the orc.
"Why not just give me a collar too?"
"Enchanting magic into objects is hard! That collar on the bitch's neck was tough enough to make!"
"Ugh... so if I touch her, won't the spell on me wear off?"
"Don't worry, boss! That collar's a type of perception-shift too! It won't break between folks with the same spell!"
"Oh yeah? So what'd you make me look like this time?"
Last time it was a white-haired commander. The goblin shaman sweated bullets as the orc asked.
"I-I messed up and cast the dog spell on you too, boss!"
"Huh?"
Dog? Out of nowhere? The orc tilted his head, while the goblin trembled like he'd committed a grave sin. Sure, it was just perception alteration on the prideful orc, but still—a dog? He feared the orc might kill him any second. But the orc, struck by a brilliant idea, patted his shoulder.
"Good job."
"Boss?"
"Gave me an even better idea."
"Boss!! Boss!!"
Tears of streaming down at the praise, the goblin got a firm head pat from the orc, who then grabbed Silveryia's leash—panting on the floor—and headed out of the barracks.
"Boss! Careful—if you touch anything, the spell might break!"
"Got it."
Silveryia crawled on all fours behind him, face a mix of worry and thrilling anticipation for what came next. The moment they stepped outside, the sentries—the weakest foes for a preview—spotted them. Silveryia squeezed her eyes shut.
What if this goblin magic is bunk and it doesn't work...?
Weighing dread against desperation,
"Huh? A dog."
"Yeah, wonder where it came from?"
Ah...!
Under the sentries' gazes, Silveryia couldn't help but smile to herself.