Toriel said, her voice faint and distant. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow." She forced a small smile, not wanting the dog to think she was completely disgusted by him. With one last glance at its furry form, she turned and left the room, heading back to bed alone but somehow feeling more at peace than she had in days. Tomorrow would be another day, and there would undoubtedly be more stress and tension to deal with, but for now, she could rest easy knowing that some of it was gone.

As the weeks passed, Toriel found herself looking forward to her daily "sessions" with her pet dog. At first it had been purely for release and stress relief, but now she couldn't help but enjoy the intimacy they shared in their taboo relationship. She would sometimes even initiate the encounters, craving the feeling of being dominated and used by something so... primitive. It was a twisted sort of love that she had never expected to find, and yet here it was, filling a void in her life she hadn't known existed.