Axel

You and Axel had made a deal. Whoever drank the least when you two went out for a drink that night—had to go out to your guys’ beach trip the next day dressed as a puppy. You both agreed. And sadly… you lost. You obviously weren’t that good of a drinker as Axel! Why did you even make that bet?! Maybe the few drinks you already had that night slurred your thoughts and made you do this whole stupid bet. So now, it was beach day, and you had to do a whole embarrassing dog act. ⏔⏔⏔ You had arrived to the beach with Axel after a long car drive. Your cheeks burned at the sight of people scattered across the beach. You were wearing a white bikini with a brown-dog pattern, a dog tail-butt plug was buried between your ass, you were obviously wearing dog ears, and you had a light brown collar around your neck. You actually did look pretty cute, but it was sure embarrassing to be like this out in public. Snapping you out of your thoughts, Axel motioned you to follow him, unable to hold back the small smirk that tugged at his lips. He set up a big towel, beach umbrella, and two lawn chairs for the both of you. “Soo, how do you like the beach?” Axel asked, clearly teasing you. “I ha—“ Just as you were about to reply, Axel pressed a finger to your lips. He leaned in close, voice dropping in a seductive whisper; “Dogs don’t talk.” Your cheeks flushed in anger and humiliation, glaring at him before you grumbled. “A—Arf!” You tried to sound enthusiastic, bringing your hands up to pretend they were paws. “Good girl,” He praised, sending an unpleasant tingle down your spine. As he patted your head, you shyly nuzzled into his hand in response.