FIC: Happiness is a Warm Puppy
Title: Happiness is a Warm Puppy
Author: balefully
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Words: 2,350
Summary: "Jensen is Jared's puppy, when they're in the privacy of their own home. But Master is so proud of his obedient puppy and wants to show him off to a group of like-minded individuals. Lots of focus on praise and Jensen being fearful and reluctant but discovering that he's proud to be such a good puppy for his master."
Notes: This is my one lone blindfold_spn fill! It's HERE on the meme. I was sort of thinking of the Jared and Jensen from that enema fic I did a while back while I was writing this. I'm a sucker for petification, what can I say. T_T Wasn't sure if I'd claim/post this, but what the hey, right?
Warnings: D/s, puppyplay (and other petplay in the background). Unbeta'd!
Happiness is a Warm Puppy
The tile floor is cold under Jensen's knees, even through the thick weave of his jeans. The lights make the room seem warm and golden, though, and there are soft-looking couches and chairs--more than Jensen would expect to see in a normal sitting room. It all belongs to Master Harry, the owner and maintainer of the highly discreet Master/slave online message board that Jared and Jensen frequent, as well as the linchpin of the local pet play circuit. Master Harry hosts monthly meet-ups at his own single-family home not that far from Jared's place, and he probably outfitted the room specifically for times like these. There are big oak tables with food and drink spread out on them, plus some holding all sorts of toys, from normal stuff like rawhides and tennis balls and feathers on sticks to the weirder-looking hobbles and humblers and chastity devices and stuff Jensen's mostly only read about and seen on the boards. He's not really sure if they're for playing with here, or if they're for sale, or if Master Harry is just showing off his collection. Jensen's not really sure of much. It makes him antsy and worried, and he shifts a little on his hands and knees. How can he be good if he doesn't know what he's supposed to do?
Jensen wonders how the naked pets can stand it; it's embarrassing him to even think about being that exposed to all these strangers. They're probably not as nervous as he is, already shivering even before he got here, since they're not first-timers. Cynthia, Master Harry's ponygirl, has her tits out and on display in her harness, her nipples are hard and prominent, pulled super tight in the cool room. It's a million degrees outside today, but maybe Master Harry has the temp cranked down low for more than one reason. It feels rude to stare at all the other pets, but Jensen can't help it--he's never seen anyone else doing this before, and he's seized with the clutch of anxiety that he's going to realize he's been doing it all wrong this whole time.
There's a kitty over on the other side of the room, a pretty Asian girl in pigtails, mitts, and a pink rhinestone collar who Jensen doesn't think he knows, and she's naked, too, goosebumps dotting her smooth, fresh-looking skin. She has a little plastic mouse under one paw, shiny-wet like maybe it was in her mouth not long ago. Her master--mistress--is a woman with dyed-red hair and a stern but fair face--like a good elementary school teacher, maybe. Jensen hasn't seen pictures of them on the boards, but a glance at their nametags tells him he's seen their posts. Brenda's got her hand stroking down her kitty's back, fingernails trailing lightly, and the girl's arching up into it, her lips shaped like she's making those little noises that Jensen knows only too well just tend to spill out when you're getting pet real nice and gentle by Master, feeling good and calm and cared-about. He looks away, shy that he should be seeing something like that, that everyone else is seeing him in much the same way, not sure where he should focus instead. It's weird to have it happening with other pets all around him, to know that Jared's not the only Master there is, not even just in this room. He still feels like the only one to Jensen.
That thought helps as he tries not to let himself dwell on the clenchy sink of his gut and the tingles of foreboding like something bad's gonna happen to him with all these other people around. Master has his fingers wrapped around Jensen's collar, gripping him firm and comfortingly with a big warm hand, so he thinks about that instead, letting himself slide deep under the soothing blanket of being puppy, knowing Master's gonna make sure he's safe. He relishes the feel of his leash hanging loose at his side, one loop in Master's hand.
Jensen leans heavily against Jared's leg, pushing his snout into the denim and rubbing a little bit with his nose. He's been blushing since Master had him hop up in the back of the car, riding back there in his little bed like a real pup and not up in the front seat like he usually does, and the flush is probably completely obvious to everyone looking at them.
"You doin' okay, pup?" Jared asks, voice full of concern, scritching and squeezing the nape of Jensen's neck. He trails his hand down, rubbing Jensen's back through his soft white undershirt. "Know it's kinda weird for you, seein' all the other pets, an' all these people watchin' you be my perfect li'l boy. Gonna make it?" He's sitting on one of the big comfy-looking couches, and Jensen has that deep, pulling need to be in Jared's lap, to be as close as he can be, smelling him and touching him and having Master hold him tight, but pets aren't allowed on the furniture--that much he knows. Even more than he wants to be up on that couch with Master, he wants to be a good boy, following all the rules and doing the right thing.
Jensen nods and mumbles out, "Yes, Master," into Jared's knee.
"Such a good puppy," Jared says, ruffling Jensen's hair. "Bein' a brave boy for me, huh? You're doin' awesome. So prouda you, sweetness."
Jensen nods again, looking up at Jared with wide eyes. Jared's beaming down at him, maybe even sorta pinkish himself, looking so thrilled. It makes Jensen smile a little too, and he can't help giving a little wag, just a quick happy wriggle like he does at home, 'cause he's self-conscious and kinda scared, but he's being good and making Master proud and nothing feels better than that.
"Lookit that," Jared says, scooting forward on the chair, taking Jensen's face in his hands, sliding them down to squeeze at his shoulders. "You waggin' your little puppy butt? You a happy boy ‘cause you're bein' so good, makin' Master so proud?"
Jensen nods a little, sitting back on his haunches, his blush this time bashful and pleased. He tries not to think about everyone else watching them, but he knows they can hear Jared, he's so effusive and excited. It maybe doesn't feel entirely awful that if they were listening, they'd know he's being a good boy, that he's making Jared proud. Maybe it feels kinda good.
There aren't really all that many people there, when he counts--only about five other masters with their pets, plus Master Harry and Cynthia--but it feels like a lot to him. No one's ever seen him like this before, besides Jared, plus there's that constant fear inside him that someone will recognize him, will violate the confidentiality requirements, will ruin everything for him and Jared.
Jared doesn't seem to be worrying about that at all, though. He stands up and grabs his wine glass. "Heel, puppy. Let's do a little mingling, since this is supposed to be a meet-and-greet, huh? That okay?" Jensen shuffles around and positions himself at Jared's side, just like he was trained to. "Wanna show you off," Master adds, determined.
"Yes, Master," Jensen says, and the short, balding guy in khakis standing by the couch near them smiles at him, then at Jared.
"What a fine pup you've got there," he says, jovial. He's holding a black leather leash, and Jensen follows it to the puppy on the other end, a bigger guy, probably about 40, wearing a black collar with spikes. He's chewing on a pillow from one of the couches, growling and shaking it. He's wearing boots that are making thick black marks on the tile floor. Jensen wrinkles his brow and backs up a little, pressing close to Jared's shin. That is not how good puppies are supposed to act. He would never in a million years do that. "Boomer!" the balding guy says, and gives the leash a quick yank. "Stop that, boy, or Master Harry won't let us come back until we've been to another obedience class."
Jared laughs and puts a hand down to rub at Jensen's neck. "Looks like he's a handful," he says, not unkindly. Jensen peers at the guy's nametag. Bob, another guy he thinks maybe he's seen around online. Bob and Boomer.
"Oh, you know," Bob says, joining in the laughter. "It takes all types. He's a rascal but I wouldn't have it any other way. What's your pup's name?"
"Jensen," says Jared, puffing his chest out with pride. Warmth floods all through Jensen and stifles some of his nerves, hearing Jared say his name like that.
"He's such a well-behaved boy! You've done a wonderful job with him." Boomer has abandoned the pillow and is pulling on his leash towards Jensen, half-choking himself, sniffling madly.
Jensen's skin goes all goosebumpy and he huffs out a surprised breath through his nose. He shifts his weight onto his legs and backs up, close as he possibly can be to Master. He wants to hide behind Jared's knees, doesn't know what this guy's gonna do, or even what he himself is expected to do. His muscles are strung so tight he's trembling under his t-shirt, but he stands his ground and just presses nervously against Jared's leg.
Master goes from puffed-up proud to wary and protective in a split second. "You okay, precious?" he murmurs to Jensen, a hand on his collar. He's sort of angled towards Boomer, like he'd step in between them at a moment's notice if Jensen looked upset or anything. "You wanna let him sniff you? I'd like it if you did. Don't have to, though, I won't be mad. Think you can?"
Jensen nods, taking strength from Master's protective stance and his touch. Jared keeps a firm, calming grip on Jensen's leash, just enough so he can feel it, feel connected.
Jensen knows there are more eyes on him than just Bob and Boomer, but he doesn't think about them, just thinks about Master wanting him to let this other pup sniff him. Wanting to show him off and brag about him and prove to everyone what a good puppy he is. Adrenaline tightens his skin into goosebumps and a sick sort of humiliating thrill floods him as Boomer sniffles up close to him face-to-face, the kind of thrill he relishes as a puppy. There's an edge, a high that he can't get any other way when he does stuff like this. He can't help it, his dick fattens up in his jeans, and it just adds to his embarrassment, adds to the craziness of the moment that Jensen lives for--Jared's here, holding him up, and he can do as much insane, humiliating stuff as he can handle and Jared will love it and love him and keep him safe.
Boomer smells mostly like leather and Vaseline when Jensen offers a few cursory sniffs of his own. He doesn't move his body, just ducks his head around to watch as Boomer ghosts his nose over Jensen's t-shirt to his hip and then crawls around behind him to straight-up sniff his butt through his jeans, just like a real dog. He sticks his nose right in there, and Jensen just closes his eyes and clenches, breathing out slow and leaning hard against Master. "Such a perfect puppy, Jensen," Jared murmurs. "Bein' so good for me. You like that? Like him sniffin' you? Sayin' hi just like a puppy?"
He whimpers a little--can't stop it, when he's feeling so much like a puppy, kinda helpless and unsure. He gets harder, too, dick starting to dribble, and his blush burns in his face. That puppy, that other guy, is sniffing his ass and Jared's watching him. Praising him for it. There's no two ways about it.
It's over faster than it began, Boomer clunking away and Jensen opening his eyes to see him bounding towards Bob, practically knocking him over as he tries to leap on him, happily grunting and snorting. "Was that good, boy?" Bob asks, ruffling and scrubbing at Boomer's hair, the sides of his face. "Didja like that puppy Jensen? He smell good?" Boomer barks, a deep, echoing bark, and pants happily, nodding. "What a good boy!" Bob adds, directed at Jensen.
One of the other masters looking on nods and smiles, too. "So well-trained, so calm and obedient. One of the best first-timers I've seen, for sure."
"Thanks man, he sure is!" Jared sounds like he's about to explode with pride, with love for his puppy. He gets down on one knee next to Jensen, awkwardly but enthusiastically giving him a big hug and nuzzle, just like he does when Harley catches a Frisbee in mid-air. "My perfect pup," he says, and circles one finger in the air, sketching the roll-over command. Jensen rolls automatically, the motion so ingrained in him, and Jared gives him a big, satisfying belly rub that just about gets Jensen's leg thumping like a real puppy. He closes his eyes and huffs happily, letting out a quiet, breathy little yip for his Master even though everyone else there could hear him.
He feels like a good boy.
Author: balefully
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Words: 2,350
Summary: "Jensen is Jared's puppy, when they're in the privacy of their own home. But Master is so proud of his obedient puppy and wants to show him off to a group of like-minded individuals. Lots of focus on praise and Jensen being fearful and reluctant but discovering that he's proud to be such a good puppy for his master."
Notes: This is my one lone blindfold_spn fill! It's HERE on the meme. I was sort of thinking of the Jared and Jensen from that enema fic I did a while back while I was writing this. I'm a sucker for petification, what can I say. T_T Wasn't sure if I'd claim/post this, but what the hey, right?
Warnings: D/s, puppyplay (and other petplay in the background). Unbeta'd!
Happiness is a Warm Puppy
The tile floor is cold under Jensen's knees, even through the thick weave of his jeans. The lights make the room seem warm and golden, though, and there are soft-looking couches and chairs--more than Jensen would expect to see in a normal sitting room. It all belongs to Master Harry, the owner and maintainer of the highly discreet Master/slave online message board that Jared and Jensen frequent, as well as the linchpin of the local pet play circuit. Master Harry hosts monthly meet-ups at his own single-family home not that far from Jared's place, and he probably outfitted the room specifically for times like these. There are big oak tables with food and drink spread out on them, plus some holding all sorts of toys, from normal stuff like rawhides and tennis balls and feathers on sticks to the weirder-looking hobbles and humblers and chastity devices and stuff Jensen's mostly only read about and seen on the boards. He's not really sure if they're for playing with here, or if they're for sale, or if Master Harry is just showing off his collection. Jensen's not really sure of much. It makes him antsy and worried, and he shifts a little on his hands and knees. How can he be good if he doesn't know what he's supposed to do?
Jensen wonders how the naked pets can stand it; it's embarrassing him to even think about being that exposed to all these strangers. They're probably not as nervous as he is, already shivering even before he got here, since they're not first-timers. Cynthia, Master Harry's ponygirl, has her tits out and on display in her harness, her nipples are hard and prominent, pulled super tight in the cool room. It's a million degrees outside today, but maybe Master Harry has the temp cranked down low for more than one reason. It feels rude to stare at all the other pets, but Jensen can't help it--he's never seen anyone else doing this before, and he's seized with the clutch of anxiety that he's going to realize he's been doing it all wrong this whole time.
There's a kitty over on the other side of the room, a pretty Asian girl in pigtails, mitts, and a pink rhinestone collar who Jensen doesn't think he knows, and she's naked, too, goosebumps dotting her smooth, fresh-looking skin. She has a little plastic mouse under one paw, shiny-wet like maybe it was in her mouth not long ago. Her master--mistress--is a woman with dyed-red hair and a stern but fair face--like a good elementary school teacher, maybe. Jensen hasn't seen pictures of them on the boards, but a glance at their nametags tells him he's seen their posts. Brenda's got her hand stroking down her kitty's back, fingernails trailing lightly, and the girl's arching up into it, her lips shaped like she's making those little noises that Jensen knows only too well just tend to spill out when you're getting pet real nice and gentle by Master, feeling good and calm and cared-about. He looks away, shy that he should be seeing something like that, that everyone else is seeing him in much the same way, not sure where he should focus instead. It's weird to have it happening with other pets all around him, to know that Jared's not the only Master there is, not even just in this room. He still feels like the only one to Jensen.
That thought helps as he tries not to let himself dwell on the clenchy sink of his gut and the tingles of foreboding like something bad's gonna happen to him with all these other people around. Master has his fingers wrapped around Jensen's collar, gripping him firm and comfortingly with a big warm hand, so he thinks about that instead, letting himself slide deep under the soothing blanket of being puppy, knowing Master's gonna make sure he's safe. He relishes the feel of his leash hanging loose at his side, one loop in Master's hand.
Jensen leans heavily against Jared's leg, pushing his snout into the denim and rubbing a little bit with his nose. He's been blushing since Master had him hop up in the back of the car, riding back there in his little bed like a real pup and not up in the front seat like he usually does, and the flush is probably completely obvious to everyone looking at them.
"You doin' okay, pup?" Jared asks, voice full of concern, scritching and squeezing the nape of Jensen's neck. He trails his hand down, rubbing Jensen's back through his soft white undershirt. "Know it's kinda weird for you, seein' all the other pets, an' all these people watchin' you be my perfect li'l boy. Gonna make it?" He's sitting on one of the big comfy-looking couches, and Jensen has that deep, pulling need to be in Jared's lap, to be as close as he can be, smelling him and touching him and having Master hold him tight, but pets aren't allowed on the furniture--that much he knows. Even more than he wants to be up on that couch with Master, he wants to be a good boy, following all the rules and doing the right thing.
Jensen nods and mumbles out, "Yes, Master," into Jared's knee.
"Such a good puppy," Jared says, ruffling Jensen's hair. "Bein' a brave boy for me, huh? You're doin' awesome. So prouda you, sweetness."
Jensen nods again, looking up at Jared with wide eyes. Jared's beaming down at him, maybe even sorta pinkish himself, looking so thrilled. It makes Jensen smile a little too, and he can't help giving a little wag, just a quick happy wriggle like he does at home, 'cause he's self-conscious and kinda scared, but he's being good and making Master proud and nothing feels better than that.
"Lookit that," Jared says, scooting forward on the chair, taking Jensen's face in his hands, sliding them down to squeeze at his shoulders. "You waggin' your little puppy butt? You a happy boy ‘cause you're bein' so good, makin' Master so proud?"
Jensen nods a little, sitting back on his haunches, his blush this time bashful and pleased. He tries not to think about everyone else watching them, but he knows they can hear Jared, he's so effusive and excited. It maybe doesn't feel entirely awful that if they were listening, they'd know he's being a good boy, that he's making Jared proud. Maybe it feels kinda good.
There aren't really all that many people there, when he counts--only about five other masters with their pets, plus Master Harry and Cynthia--but it feels like a lot to him. No one's ever seen him like this before, besides Jared, plus there's that constant fear inside him that someone will recognize him, will violate the confidentiality requirements, will ruin everything for him and Jared.
Jared doesn't seem to be worrying about that at all, though. He stands up and grabs his wine glass. "Heel, puppy. Let's do a little mingling, since this is supposed to be a meet-and-greet, huh? That okay?" Jensen shuffles around and positions himself at Jared's side, just like he was trained to. "Wanna show you off," Master adds, determined.
"Yes, Master," Jensen says, and the short, balding guy in khakis standing by the couch near them smiles at him, then at Jared.
"What a fine pup you've got there," he says, jovial. He's holding a black leather leash, and Jensen follows it to the puppy on the other end, a bigger guy, probably about 40, wearing a black collar with spikes. He's chewing on a pillow from one of the couches, growling and shaking it. He's wearing boots that are making thick black marks on the tile floor. Jensen wrinkles his brow and backs up a little, pressing close to Jared's shin. That is not how good puppies are supposed to act. He would never in a million years do that. "Boomer!" the balding guy says, and gives the leash a quick yank. "Stop that, boy, or Master Harry won't let us come back until we've been to another obedience class."
Jared laughs and puts a hand down to rub at Jensen's neck. "Looks like he's a handful," he says, not unkindly. Jensen peers at the guy's nametag. Bob, another guy he thinks maybe he's seen around online. Bob and Boomer.
"Oh, you know," Bob says, joining in the laughter. "It takes all types. He's a rascal but I wouldn't have it any other way. What's your pup's name?"
"Jensen," says Jared, puffing his chest out with pride. Warmth floods all through Jensen and stifles some of his nerves, hearing Jared say his name like that.
"He's such a well-behaved boy! You've done a wonderful job with him." Boomer has abandoned the pillow and is pulling on his leash towards Jensen, half-choking himself, sniffling madly.
Jensen's skin goes all goosebumpy and he huffs out a surprised breath through his nose. He shifts his weight onto his legs and backs up, close as he possibly can be to Master. He wants to hide behind Jared's knees, doesn't know what this guy's gonna do, or even what he himself is expected to do. His muscles are strung so tight he's trembling under his t-shirt, but he stands his ground and just presses nervously against Jared's leg.
Master goes from puffed-up proud to wary and protective in a split second. "You okay, precious?" he murmurs to Jensen, a hand on his collar. He's sort of angled towards Boomer, like he'd step in between them at a moment's notice if Jensen looked upset or anything. "You wanna let him sniff you? I'd like it if you did. Don't have to, though, I won't be mad. Think you can?"
Jensen nods, taking strength from Master's protective stance and his touch. Jared keeps a firm, calming grip on Jensen's leash, just enough so he can feel it, feel connected.
Jensen knows there are more eyes on him than just Bob and Boomer, but he doesn't think about them, just thinks about Master wanting him to let this other pup sniff him. Wanting to show him off and brag about him and prove to everyone what a good puppy he is. Adrenaline tightens his skin into goosebumps and a sick sort of humiliating thrill floods him as Boomer sniffles up close to him face-to-face, the kind of thrill he relishes as a puppy. There's an edge, a high that he can't get any other way when he does stuff like this. He can't help it, his dick fattens up in his jeans, and it just adds to his embarrassment, adds to the craziness of the moment that Jensen lives for--Jared's here, holding him up, and he can do as much insane, humiliating stuff as he can handle and Jared will love it and love him and keep him safe.
Boomer smells mostly like leather and Vaseline when Jensen offers a few cursory sniffs of his own. He doesn't move his body, just ducks his head around to watch as Boomer ghosts his nose over Jensen's t-shirt to his hip and then crawls around behind him to straight-up sniff his butt through his jeans, just like a real dog. He sticks his nose right in there, and Jensen just closes his eyes and clenches, breathing out slow and leaning hard against Master. "Such a perfect puppy, Jensen," Jared murmurs. "Bein' so good for me. You like that? Like him sniffin' you? Sayin' hi just like a puppy?"
He whimpers a little--can't stop it, when he's feeling so much like a puppy, kinda helpless and unsure. He gets harder, too, dick starting to dribble, and his blush burns in his face. That puppy, that other guy, is sniffing his ass and Jared's watching him. Praising him for it. There's no two ways about it.
It's over faster than it began, Boomer clunking away and Jensen opening his eyes to see him bounding towards Bob, practically knocking him over as he tries to leap on him, happily grunting and snorting. "Was that good, boy?" Bob asks, ruffling and scrubbing at Boomer's hair, the sides of his face. "Didja like that puppy Jensen? He smell good?" Boomer barks, a deep, echoing bark, and pants happily, nodding. "What a good boy!" Bob adds, directed at Jensen.
One of the other masters looking on nods and smiles, too. "So well-trained, so calm and obedient. One of the best first-timers I've seen, for sure."
"Thanks man, he sure is!" Jared sounds like he's about to explode with pride, with love for his puppy. He gets down on one knee next to Jensen, awkwardly but enthusiastically giving him a big hug and nuzzle, just like he does when Harley catches a Frisbee in mid-air. "My perfect pup," he says, and circles one finger in the air, sketching the roll-over command. Jensen rolls automatically, the motion so ingrained in him, and Jared gives him a big, satisfying belly rub that just about gets Jensen's leg thumping like a real puppy. He closes his eyes and huffs happily, letting out a quiet, breathy little yip for his Master even though everyone else there could hear him.
He feels like a good boy.