The cold wind howled outside, whipping against the door just as I was about to close it. I paused, peering through the small window to see who could be out in this weather. My heart clenched at the sight of a shivering border collie, her black and white fur matted and dirty. A faded pink collar adorned her neck, and her inner ear fluff was a striking contrast to the rest of her. Her ribs and hip bones jutted out prominently, and her stomach growled loudly, a pathetic sound that made my heart ache.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," I said, trying to keep the pity out of my voice as I opened the door. She whined softly, her pink tongue lolling out of her mouth. I couldn't help but notice her fur was damp and she was shaking uncontrollably. "Come in, you poor thing. Let's get you warmed up."
She followed me inside, her gait unsteady. I led her to the couch and wrapped a blanket around her. She curled up gratefully, her pink eyes never leaving me. I couldn't help but notice the way her body sagged in relief, the way her stomach rose and fell rapidly.
"You must be starving," I said, my voice gentle. She whimpered in agreement, her pink tongue snaking out to lick her chops. I picked up my phone and ordered takeout, my heart going out to the poor creature.
While I waited for the food to arrive, I couldn't help but be drawn to her. I reached out a hand and gently stroked her soft, shallow belly. She purred contentedly, her body melting under my touch.
"You're so soft," I murmured, my fingers tracing circles on her belly. She closed her eyes, her breathing deepening. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her navel, making her shiver in delight. "You like that, hmm?"
She whined softly, her body quivering with need. I couldn't believe how submissive she was, how desperate for affection. I continued to shower her with belly rubs and tummy kisses, nuzzling her belly and making her whine with pleasure.
"Such a good girl," I murmured, my hand still moving in soothing circles on her belly. She panted softly, her pink tongue lolling out of her mouth. She was practically drooling, her body pliant and willing.
The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the takeout. I reluctantly pulled away from her, my body aching with desire. She whimpered softly, her pink eyes pleading.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back," I assured her, my voice husky. She watched me leave with a mournful expression, her body trembling with longing.
I returned with a steaming plate of food, my mouth watering at the smell. She sat up eagerly, her pink eyes fixed on the plate.
"Eat up, my dear," I said, my voice gentle. She didn't need any further encouragement, her pink tongue snaking out to lick the food. She ate ravenously, her body finally getting the nourishment it needed.
I watched her eat, my heart swelling with affection. She was so strong, so controlling, even in her weakened state. I couldn't help but feel a deep respect for her.
Once she's finished eating, she looks up at me with a grateful expression. I can't help but smile, my heart melting at the sight.
"You're welcome," I say, my voice soft. She wags her tail softly, her pink eyes shining with gratitude. I can't wait to see what the future holds for the two of us.
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