A Leashed Stroll
—Hah… hah…
"Where'd that come from?"
"Did Lady Silveryia get a dog?"
When was the last time she'd felt her heart pounding like this, aside from on the battlefield? Silveryia felt the watchmen's gazes looking down at her as she stared at the ground, panting heavily. A strange thrill bubbled up inside her, but her anxiety from before had faded, so she spoke to the orc dragging her along.
—Hey, do they really think I'm a dog?
—Goju said it, didn't he? As long as you've got that collar, you're a dog. And since you're female, that makes you a bitch in every sense.
—Me… a dog… haha, me, a dog… a bitch…
'Really, right in this moment, I'm not human at all, am I?'
Compared to the last time, when she'd snuck around the camp like a fugitive with nothing but the clothes on her back, this training session was downright mild. Plus, that goblin—his mannerisms and creepy shamanistic rituals were off-putting, but his skills were reliable enough. Yeah, someone once said if you can't avoid it, enjoy it. Since this orc had dragged her out like this, she was a full-fledged bitch for the day. Better not resist and get caught—just play it smart.
With that resolve, Silveryia's anxious, shame-filled expression gradually filled with anticipation and excitement. Yeah, right now she was a dog. Not human.
—Hek hek~
She probably didn't have a tail wagging behind her, but in the watchmen's eyes, it must've looked like she did.
At that moment, one of the watchmen approached Silveryia, knelt down, and started inspecting her body all over.
"But it really is Lady Silveryia's dog, huh? Look at that glossy fur—must be eating like a king."
'Ah!'
As he reached out toward her, Silveryia gulped hard, her throat bobbing.
"See? Doesn't even flinch at human hands."
'Hic!'
Soon, his hand stroked from her smooth waist to her plump, eye-catching hips, making Silveryia shudder.
"So soft…"
—Nngh… nngh…
Before she knew it, even the sounds from her mouth had turned into needy whimpers. The watchman, thinking this elegant white bitch was warming up to him, grinned widely.
"Must've been pampered rotten—look how much she likes it."
"Whoa, how'd you manage that?"
Another watchman, watching in amazement, reached toward the wolf-like dog (the orc) beside Silveryia—but
—Grrr!
"Eek!"
The male dog lunged with bared teeth, startling his comrade into tumbling backward. The watchman petting Silveryia chuckled, fiddling with her ears as he said,
"Dude, that's obviously a wild mutt! You're lucky it didn't bite you."
"Fuck, how was I supposed to know if it's a wolf or a shit-hound?!"
While the watchmen laughed among themselves, the orc was snickering at Silveryia's plight in his own way.
—How's it feel getting groped like a pet by my minions?
—Nngh… nngh… hek hek
—Not even listening anymore? Not only turned into a dog, but now you're getting fawned over like a real one.
Thrilled by this utterly novel experience, Silveryia was just about to lean into the watchman's hand on her ear when—
"Huh? Check this out."
"What?"
"She's in heat."
—Nngh?!
Silveryia froze stiff at the watchman's words as he examined her rear. But right now, she was just a dog. How could anyone tell if a dog was embarrassed or pleased?
"How can you tell?"
"My old man was a dog trader. Picked up a few tricks. Lemme see…"
If he'd only petted her body before, now his hands roamed everywhere. First, he pried open her mouth.
"Lemme check… teeth look good, not too worn, so she's not long into adulthood…"
'Ahh… being appraised… I'm really, truly a dog now…'
As he inspected her teeth, turning her head this way and that, Silveryia's eyes grew hazy.
Squiiiize—!
"No milk, as expected…"
—Ngh?!
'Wh-what are you touching?!'
He groped her breasts, twisting a nipple to milk it, leaving Silveryia horrified—but then
Poke—
—Nngh?!
'Eek?!'
Squelch, squelch—
"Never whelped a litter, looks like."
"How can you tell?"
The watchman had lifted the bitch's tail to fondle her genitals, but to Silveryia, it was some stranger's fingers—not the orc's—invading her pussy, shocking her into paralysis. Even if she looked like a dog right now, to so brazenly shove fingers into her privates!
—S-save me!
—Why? This is fun. Let's hear what she says.
Unprepared for this, Silveryia pleaded with the orc, but he found it amusing as long as lines weren't crossed, so he just smirked and watched.
—You bastard, ahh?! D-don't scratch… ♥
The watchman, hearing her incredulous whimpers as he scraped her insides, pulled his fingers from her pussy and said,
"Hey! Think I've only seen a few dogs in my life? You can tell just by sticking your hand in."
"A dog says what now? You figure it out by fingering it?"
"Duh, any female animal—you touch the pussy and you know if she's birthed or not. Feel how tight it grips? You think that's a pussy that's popped out pups?!"
—Kyeeeng! Kyeeng?!
As his hand dove back in, Silveryia bolted behind the orc holding her leash—no way she'd endure it twice. To the watchmen, it just looked like the white bitch hiding behind the wolfhound.
"Aw, damn, she ran."
"That's why you don't stick your hand in there, you idiot. Pfft hahaha."
The watchman who'd been appraising her smacked his lips and added,
"If it wasn't Lady Silveryia's dog, I'd bring my hound over to breed her."
"Breed her for what?"
"Duh, moron—that ain't just any dog! High-class breed like that, cross it with anything and the bloodline holds. Even mutts sell for top coin!"
"Look at you, expert all of a sudden." The watchman stuck his tongue out at his mocking comrade and eyed Silveryia.
"Still, that bitch is gonna whelp soon."
"Didn't you just say she hasn't?"
Pointing at the orc, he replied,
"With a stud like that around, what bitch wouldn't go into heat? She was dripping when I touched her."
—Oh? In heat for me?
—Sh-shut up! Let's go already!
—Lemme hear more—
—Y-youuuu…!
The watchman smacked his lips wistfully at Silveryia and the orc, while his comrade cackled.
"That's why you're bummed—it's not even your dog. What, gonna steal a pup?"
"Hell yeah! Bet on it—that stud breeds her, one whelp from that'll dominate the pits for years. We'd be rolling in gold!"
—Hoo? My pet's got premium stock, huh? Should we make some pups?
—Shut up for fuck's sake…!
Who gets appraised as a bitch and acts like it's no big deal? Infuriated, Silveryia lunged at the orc, pummeling his gut with both fists. But without her sword, her punches were kitten scratches at best—he just snorted dismissively. To the watchmen, the bickering pair looked like lovebirds play-fighting. The orc chuckled for a good while before kneeling Silveryia back down and resuming the walk, her cradled against him.
—So, where to next?
—...
—Sulking? 'Cause I didn't save you?
—Wh-who's sulking? No… one's… sulking…
She was sulking—did she even realize she was in training? Amused and exasperated, the orc glanced at the low world around them through her eyes, her head swiveling curiously, and tossed out casually,
—Play your cards right, and this could be your last session.
—What?
—I barely did shit, but someone's rushing ahead. Thought it'd take a month—at this rate, half that or less!
Ah, so the training was almost over? Silveryia gaped wide-eyed at the orc dragging her, but he strolled on nonchalantly, business as usual.
'The last…'
She bowed her head, repeating last over and over.
How far had they gone when the orc halted abruptly? Distracted, Silveryia smashed her forehead into his leg before stopping.
—Why'd you—
—This spot looks good.
—Wh-what…?
—Training so far's been half-assed. Titles, all that jazz—but this one's non-negotiable.
With that, he yanked her leash, dragging her along. No choice but to follow—especially since soldiers, hell, any person had to handle this a few times a day. The acrid ammonia stench hit her nose; she knew what he intended and tried wrenching free, but his words froze her.
—Ass-pussy virgin.
—!!
—Told you a few days ago. I'm just holding onto it for now.
His eyes burned more fiercely male than ever, and clear fluid trickled from Silveryia's pussy.