I wake up to hear soft sounds... panting... muffled noises... it sounds like my owner!

I swiftly roll out of bed onto my feet, and look around, sniffing-- I don't see her, it's coming from the bathroom!

What if she's fallen and hurt herself? I rush over, and smelling at the door, I smell that same unfamiliar scent that was coming from her yesterday... was it a sign?

"Sierra! Are you okay?" I try to open the door, but it's locked. I pull back my shoulder, ready to ram into it--

"I'm fine, Dust." Sierra sounds a little exasperated, but her voice is a little uneven, and she's still panting softly.

It seems too drastic to break the door down when she says she's fine, but I'm still kind of worried, so I sit down next to the door. "...there's a weird smell coming from in there, and you smelled that way last night. You aren't hurt or anything?"

"That smell...?" There's a long pause. " ...that's probably just... a kind of... happiness."

I relax a little at that. "Okay." I pause for a long moment. "You're sure I can't help with anything?"

Sierra laughs a little. "You're making this really hard, Dust... I don't think you're ready to help with this. If you really want, I'll let you try to help once you trust the way I do things more."

I realize I'm pouting. I quickly correct my face. I'm not supposed to pout, and while it's not like anyone can see me right now, it's not a good habit to get into. "I can help now."

"...fine. If you really want to help... tell me how much you like being mine."

I perk up a little. "I really do like being with you! It's super interesting, and even if I don't always know what to do, it's nice to learn! You're really nice and pretty, and I'm so lucky that you're my owner... Sierra, it sounds like your breathing is getting more uneven, and I'm hearing some... slapping noises? Something like that..." Sounded kind of wet, maybe she had just gotten out of the shower...? "Are you hurting yourself, Sierra? You shouldn't hurt yourself...."

"I'm fine, don't worry about it. It's a perfectly normal thing."

I'm not so sure. "Sierra, you shouldn't lock the door, what if you fall and get hurt?"

The slapping sounds stop, and there's a long pause, and then the soft sound of her feet against the floor, and then I hear the door lock click open, and my shoulders relax a little. 

I'm still a bit worried, though. "Can I come inside now?"

Sierra sort of laugh-snorts at that. "No, you're not ready. Tell me you like it when I touch you. Tell me that you're happy to be mine. Keep talking."

...I wish I could just ask for praise whenever I wanted, but I'm happy to praise Sierra, because she's the best owner ever.

"I do like it when you touch me! You're really good with your hands, and I feel so lucky to have an affectionate owner!" The slapping sounds have started back up again, but I try to ignore them as I lean against the wall. "Um... you're teaching me all sorts of things about new tastes and ideas, and it's scary, but it's also really exciting. You're smart, and pretty, and... I feel so lucky that I'm yours. There's no one in the world I'd rather have own me."

"F-fuck!" Sierra's breath catches, and I hear the sounds of something wet hitting the door... like some kind of viscous... soap? But the smell is stronger, along with another slightly fishy one, and it's coming from right under the door, so I kneel down and sniff at it, my head bumping softly into the door.

"...um... you treat me really well, and... are you okay, Sierra?"

"Yeah, that's enough." She's panting hard now, and there's almost some slight moaning in her breathing, and I feel like she's suffering, but I'm not supposed to open the door.

I find myself letting out a soft nervous whine.

A soft laugh. "It's okay, puppy. You really helped me out. Go back to bed and let me finish cleaning up in here, and then we can cuddle some more, okay?"

I'm not a puppy anymore, but her voice sounds affectionate rather than chiding like Malcolm's did when he talked about me being a puppy, so I stifle my objection. "Okay."

I slowly walk back to bed, and lie down in it, stretching out on it, my gaze on the door in case something goes wrong despite all her reassurances.

It's a couple minutes before she comes out, and I catch even more of that unfamiliar smells out of the bathroom. It's still on her too, I realize, as she gets closer. Especially her crotch.

I resist the intrusive thought to bury my head in her crotch and sniff, even though it's an entirely new smell and I want to learn everything I can about her.

She snuggles up close to me and gives my nose a little kiss. Her crotch is still a little wet and sticky. "Thank you for your help there."

"I guess you like getting praised too, huh?"

Sierra smiles and gives my face more little kisses. "You could say that." She pets my head slowly, then runs her fingers through my hair, and fingertips rubbing against my scalp, and I feel so lucky to have an owner that spoils me so often, and is so patient with me even when I don't understand what's going on.

"Dust... is it okay if I shape you into the perfect girl for me? Even if it's not quite what you were taught before?"

I blink at that. "Of course! It's important that I do guide dog things properly, but I want to help you with your life as much as I can!"

A feel a little bit of her twitching between her crotch against my thigh. "...I think I'm gonna fall in love with you."

I pout a little just as she goes in for a kiss, and she blinks, and pulls back, just a little. "You okay?"

"...oh, just... I already love you, and I thought you loved me too, I guess. It's okay!"

Sierra smiles "Awwwwwh, cutie... I love you too. You're adorable and sweet and soft and obedient. But like... I'm going to love you even more." She scritches softly behind my ear. "I promise."

My tail thumps gently on the bed.

Another little trail of kisses across my cheek and onto my lips. She kisses my lips slowly and softly.

Her lips against mine are still a rather unfamiliar sensation, but it's not a bad one, I think.