Careful What You Wish For | Chapter 24 [Comm] (Patreon)

Chapter 24: Walkies

Muarauder was beginning to develop a serious appreciation of his padded booties. Sure, the inside soles had dulled metal spikes in them to prevent him from being able to walk. But even then, crawling around on his mittens and knees was better than having to move forward in a bitch suit.

His sense of balance was all wrong, and he felt that at any moment he might slip and collapse down onto his stomach. The elbow and knee pads located on the exterior of the bitch suit were rounded, meaning that while they did provide a small amount of traction they were not as reliable as they appeared. With all his weight on a very small surface area divided four ways, Muarauder hard to concentrate on shifting himself about with every step.

The heat from the sun radiating down on him was further exacerbating the process of walking, as he could feel even in his slightly soggy diaper that his cage was beginning to absorb a fair amount of heat. It was slightly unpleasant, like his member was encased in a particularly hot paw warmer. He listened as the rubber squeaked against itself while he moved, trying to focus on the sound of the material as a distraction from his discomfort.

Even at this point, it would have been relatively manageable, were it not for the fact that the fur underneath his neck was beginning to bunch up around his collar. The cause of this was Darla’s impatience, as she tugged and pulled on the leash in an attempt to get Muarauder moving faster.

“You’re really just begging for a spanking when we get home, aren’t you?”

She leered at him, and Muarauder bit down on the pacifier bulb in his muzzle in response. He was giving it an earnest effort, and had very nearly collided with a fire hydrant along the way due to Darla’s negligence. As far as she was concerned, he was just holding them back. Penelope and Marge were beginning to look impatient as well, but Janice appeared to be the only one enjoying herself.

“Just look at that butt waddle! These ruffles are really cute!”

She stooped down, pressing a paw against the bottom of Muarauder’s backside and giving him a little push. This push turned out to be critical, and with a muffled yelp the sissy fell face forward into a patch of grass next to the sidewalk. He spluttered, his chest heaving as he tried to get enough breath in through his nostrils. Combined with the heat and exercise, the pup was beginning to feel a little light-headed. Even so, Darla let out a noise of disgust and tugged on the leash once more, causing Muarauder to choke briefly.

“Move it!”

Limbs shaking, Muarauder managed to right himself once more and resume walking along the sidewalk. Marge and Penelope were whispering something to one another, as the antelope held up her phone camera directed at Muarauder. For a moment, the pup looked up at the camera causing the two girls to giggle even louder.

“He’s got… Hahaha… Grass in his fur!”

Janice barked out a laugh as well, and then reached down to tug at Muarauder’s ear. It was hard enough for him to flinch away, and he very nearly fell over again because of the pain.

“Bad sissy! You got grass stains on your bows!”

Muarauder tried to ignore the fact that Janice was blaming him for something that she had directly caused, and continued to plod along behind Darla. He felt his front grow a little soggier as he went, and tried not to think about the fact that the only response he could muster to being scolded was wetting himself out of fear of what they might do to him.

Suddenly, the pull of the leash ceased as Darla halted in her procession down the block. Marge almost bumped into her, and the two cats hissed at each other for a brief moment.

“Which way is the dog park again?”

Darla asked.

“You’re the one babysitting, you should know that.”

Marge responded, to which Darla responded by rolling her eyes.

“Janice, where’s the park?”

The girls turned around on the shortest member of their group, besides Muarauder of course, causing the girl to blush momentarily at the sudden shift of attention towards her. Defensively, she snapped back at them.

“What? Just because I’m a dog you expect me to know where the dog park is?”

She hesitated for a moment, and then deflated as she nodded towards the right.

“Anyway it’s down that block…”

The girls smirked at one another before turning in the direction the Dachshund had indicated, Darla giving a particularly sharp tug on the leash as incentive for Muarauder to keep up the pace. They continued for a while longer, stopping for a moment to allow a passing feral dog to give Muarauder’s hindquarters an inspection with his nose. The owner of the dog appeared somewhat entertained by the spectacle, and allowed his pooch to socialize with Muarauder while he chatted with the girls.

The pup was not thrilled by this, and did his best to ignore the curious feral canine. He shifted on his weight, hoping that the dog would not get too excited by the prospect of a new friend and knock him over. The owner departed a minute later, leaving only one more block until they reached the dog park. A small line of drool was now hanging from the bottom ridge of Muarauder’s pacifier guard, and he was becoming more and more dehydrated as he continued to drool and sweat inside of his bitch suit.

As Muarauder saw the dog park loom into view, he managed to catch a glimpse of the activity happening inside through the chain link fence. It appeared exceptionally busy, as it was a remarkably gorgeous summer afternoon. And seeing as it was an open field of green, and he was wearing a hot pink bitch suit, he would be quite the eye-catching spectacle.

“Do you wanna run along with the other puppies, Janice?”

Penelope teased, causing the Dachshund to bare her teeth at her, but she kept her tongue to herself.

“It’s already enough work having to take care of one bitch, we don’t need two.”

Darla commented, causing Marge to snort before covering her smile with a paw. The black leopard reached down, unclasping the front clip of the leash from Muarauder’s collar. She stood up, walking around Muarauder before stooping down and leaning into his ear. The timber wolf resisted the urge to flinch away as her breath tickled the inside lining of fur of his ear, quivering from the attention he was already beginning to get from the other feral dog owners.

“Here’s the deal. You start running around and playing with the other dogs and I won’t beat your ass tonight, capish?”

Muarauder got the message. With a slight pressure beginning to form in his gut, he started to awkwardly make his way forward towards a group of dogs. He could feel at least two dozen eyes on him, likely admiring the bows in his hair and the obvious bulge around his waist. He could now feel his headfur becoming soaked with sweat, and the drool around the front of his muzzle was beginning to irritate his skin. But he galumphed.

Several dogs ran up to him, curiously sniffing around him and prancing about excitedly. Muarauder did not have the energy to properly interact with them, forcing himself to continue moving forward while his belly ached. He knew it was coming, but figured fighting it at this point would be futile. The flatulence that escaped his bottom was almost completely inaudible due to the insulation of the bitch suit, but the sensation was all the same to the pup. He grimaced, and as one of the dogs rudely bumped his head into Muarauder’s side, causing him to teeter precariously on his knee and elbow pads, he felt his bottom become somewhat heavier.

Muarauder gritted his teeth against the pacifier bulb, lowering his head down to the grass as he continued to walk forward. He was now doubly as uncomfortable, his mess shifting about underneath his flagged tail with every step. The poor canine did not even have the pleasure of being erect during such a feeling, as the cage was now frustratingly tight around his bits.

A shadow loomed over him, and he looked up to see a disgruntled expression on a grizzly bear. The fur towered over him, appearing particularly intimidating from Muarauder’s perspective as he was at eye level with the ursine’s shins. He was wearing khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, although the brooding emotion on his muzzle did not match his vacation themed outfit. The bear grunted, crouching down and placing his massive paws on his knees as he addressed Muarauder.

“This is a public dog park, not a puppy play park. You’re going to have to leave.”

Normally Muarauder would have felt embarrassed by being admonished in such a manner, but instead he felt relieved. Getting kicked out of a public dog park by an annoyed civilian like this would certainly not bode well for Darla’s performance review. Muarauder nodded, doing his best to express himself as emphatically as he could. He turned around, intending on waddling back towards the group of girls he had come with.

He looked around, his brow furrowing as he tried to locate them. He surveyed the field around him, a sense of panic beginning to well up in his lower gut.

They were just there a second ago… Where did… They’ve gotta be…

Muarauder continued to desperately scan about for his babysitters, hoping that they had perhaps decided to shelter themselves under the shade of a tree and were just a short walk away. But try as he might, he could not find them.

“Look, you’re going to have to leave before I call someone, okay?”

The bear behind him grumbled, sounding a little bit more irritated than he had before.

Muarauder swallowed nervously, feeling the sun beating down on his head as he tried to think of what to do next. He was in a dirty diaper, locked in a bitchsuit, and currently the subject of both fascination and growing annoyance at his local dog park.

And worst of all, it appeared to him that the girls had ditched him on purpose.