“Good news April! Today is petplay, one of your favourites.”

April blushed. “That’s not - I mean I don’t hate it I guess, but I don’t know if I would say it’s a favourite of mine.”

“That is an untrue statement. Humans define their ‘favourites’ as something they enjoy more than any others of the category, and you are - and I quote - ‘so horny at the thought of being a puppygirl that you can barely handle it because you just want to get fucked like a bitch in heat while somebody calls you a good girl.”

“I did not say that!” She paused for a moment. “Probably. Okay, to be honest I’m ninety percent sure you’re fucking with me or rewritting time so that I did say that, but that does also sound like something I would say anyway. It’s just…” She let out a sigh. “It’s a little complicated. Can I be real with you for a moment?” Iris nodded, encouraging her to continue. “So there’s this whole thing about trans girls being puppygirls online. It’s so common that it’s kind of a stereotype. I don’t expect you would understand, but I guess I kinda feel bad about liking it so much. It makes me feel like a cliche.”

To her surprise, Iris nodded in understanding. “I believe I can sympathise in my own way. There are none others like me in all of existence, nor will there ever be. And yet I currently reside with three others who share very similar preferences to my own desires. Should I not have more esoteric and otherworldly tastes than the others?” She shook her head. “However, such a quandary is absurd. In the infinite scope of the universe we are all but specs of dust. To deny one happiness out of a self imposed obligation is an insult to the senses that permit us to experience joy.”

April was left dumbfounded. She had never expected Iris of all people to relate to her in her own way, let alone be able to comfort her insecurities. She owed Iris her deepest gratitude and appreciation, now that she had been so vulnerable and they had something to truly bond over. 

“Arf!”

April scrunched her face, surprised at the sound she had made. “Arf, arf!”

“That is indeed what a puppy such as yourself should sound like. You are a being that may be defined as a ‘good girl.” Iris levitated in the air, the void that made up her body growing large and imposing. “Now sit.”

Immediately April slammed her butt onto the floor, her tail wagging in anticipation. She felt happy, excited, eager to play. The previous thoughts were flowing out of her head. 

“Roll over.”

Once again, April obeyed without hesitation. She was a good girl after all, and good girls listened to her owners. There was an ache inside her, like she needed to be filled. It was all she could do not to turn around and stick her ass in the air. April was in heat.

Dark energy began to condense between Iris’s legs, forming a massive cock of pure void, completely empty yet more than capable of thoroughly filling her. April drooled in anticipation.

“Beg.”