I'd raised Skye since she was a puppy. She had always been so sweet, innocent, and cheerful, and she made me laugh with her antics. I loved the way she wagged her tail when I came home from work, or how she would look up at me with those big brown eyes of hers and ask if she could sleep in my bed that night. She was such a good girl, always wanting to please me. Skye was the best dog-girl ever.

However, one day when I got home from work, Skye didn't greet me at the door as usual. Instead, she was lying on the couch in the living room. "Skye? What's wrong?" I asked, walking over to her.

She looked up at me and whined. "I don't feel good," she said. "I feel really hot and I just can't get comfortable."

I placed my hand on her forehead. "You don't feel hot to me," I told her. "Maybe you just need to rest. Relax and I'll make us some dinner."

Skye put a finger in her shirt collar and fanned herself with it. Recently she had grown into a fine young woman, and it was difficult to tear my eyes away when she provided me with such a nice view down her blouse. I stared for far too long, seemingly unable to help myself.

"Dinner will take a while," I said, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Why don't you go lie down in the bedroom?"

Skye nodded and stood up. "Okay," she said, before trotting off to the bedroom.

I started cooking up a pot of chili, and after a while, I heard Skye come back into the kitchen. She walked over to me and rubbed herself against me. "You should lie down if you're not feeling well," I told her.

She shook her head. "I can't lay down anymore," she said. "I'd rather be with you, it's too hot under the covers."

"Maybe you should go outside," I suggested. "Go find some shade and cool off."

Skye smiled at me. "That sounds like a great idea!" she said. It was nice to see her acting cheerful again. She trotted out the back door and I watched her through the window as she walked to the edge of the patio, stood there a moment, and then walked back inside. "I don't wanna play outside," she announced.

I chuckled. "Well, what do you want to do?" I asked her.

She wrapped her arms around mine, pressing her chest against me. "I wanna stay here with you," she said.

The feel of her soft breasts against me sent a shiver up my spine. My mind went blank for a second, and I found myself staring down at her. Her face was flushed, and she looked so cute. I snapped back to reality and tried to focus on getting dinner ready. "Okay, let me finish up," I said, turning away from her. I prepared a few more things for dinner with her hanging onto my arm and then we went to sit on the couch together.

Skye laid herself across my lap and looked up at me. I always knew she was a cutie, but I hadn't realized how beautiful she had become until now. She wore a simple blue skirt, and her blouse was unbuttoned partway down, revealing her cleavage. I couldn't help but stare at her chest. What's going on with me today, I wondered. I felt so strange.

She looked up at me adoringly and I recalled her symptoms: feeling hot, unable to get comfortable, excessively clingy and affectionate... All symptoms of a dog-girl in heat, but there was no way that could be true, right?

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. "How are you feeling?" I asked her, scratching her behind her ears.

"Better," she replied. "Pet me more, Master!"

I obliged, rubbing her tummy and stroking her hair. Skye loved having her tummy rubbed and she wagged her tail furiously as I scratched and patted her, giggling with pleasure. "So cute," I muttered, running my hands under her shirt to touch her bare skin and feel the warmth coming off her. Skye squirmed in my lap as I caressed her, and I could see her face flush further. The feel of her bra sent chills up my spine - wait, what the hell am I doing with my hands on my pet like this? I felt like my brain had been unplugged and my hands were moving with me even knowing.

When I removed my hand from her shirt, Skye whined in disappointment. "I love being touched," she sighed. "More please?"

She began to squirm, eager for my touch, and when it didn't come she pulled her knees up to her chest, trying to fit as much of herself into my lap as possible. Finally I relented and began to caress her tummy again, and her wagging tail and excited panting made her all that much more enticing. Skye leaned into my hand, sighing with satisfaction as she relaxed her legs, allowing them to fall open and spread to either side of her.

My gaze locked onto her panties and I was amazed by how wet she was. She was totally soaked. I thought to close her legs to preserve her modesty, but then her scent hit me. I was captivated by it, overwhelmed with desire and arousal and barely able to breathe. I tried to take a deep breath to calm myself, but that only made things worse. The pheromones of a dog-girl in heat flooded my brain, chasing out all conscious thought, leaving nothing behind except pure animal instinct. She smelled heavenly.

I was lost;