>>7
I look under the food bowl, maybe I missed some grub.

[red]touch fluffy tail[/red]

>>10
This. Try to catch tail.

>>7
Shit on the lawn

Lick your own butthole

>>7
Supporting >>10

Tails are nice.

Curl up in my house and whine

>>8
You sniff around the food bowl, and manage to move it. Success! It seems that a few pellets had fallen underneath the bowl! You greedily lap them up. It's not much, but it's something!

>>10
>>15
It has eluded you for your entire life. Today is the day! The day you will finally touch your fluffy tail!

Please roll 1d100. Higher is better. First three rolls matter.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>42
Today is the day we catch that fucker

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>42
roll

>>42
attempt to gnaw the fucker

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>42

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>42

>>63
shit

I'm an idiot why can I not roll? dice1d100 and 1d100 in the options field didnt work

Rolled 84 (1d100)

go find that sound

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>73
It's dice+1d100

>>73
Did you remember the + anon?

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>99
I'll + you

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>112
Not with that roll you won't.

>>100
First GETS of the board achieved

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>>53
>>60
>>66
You try to catch that fluffy devil! You give it the old run-around, and then the slow-down-and-run-the-other-way special! You pause and jump after it with your mouth.

The fluffy beast remains untamed for another day, but you think you managed to at last taste it a little bit this time.

Someday, fluffy tail. Someday.

You hear some sounds in the mansion, it sounds like the maids are awake. It's like this day in and day out. Nothing to complain about, but sometimes it's a little boring. They do a good job of looking after you, though.

>>133
is there anything expensive in the area that i can ruin

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>133
rape the maids

>>133
Pester maids for food.

>>133
Roll around on the floor

>>133
Find the nearest maid, investigate the fish they keep under their dress.
Oh they claim there's nothing there, but you can smell it....

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>133
Pee on the floor.

>>133
Pester maids for food

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>133
Go and find that sound!

>>140
Always, but you're a good boy! ... Aren't you?

You roll around on the floor, pleased with yourself. You're a dog, you don't particularly need a reason, but you are pleased nonetheless! As you do, you hear a soft voice.

"Max, are you awake already?" It's one of the maids! The one with the blue hair! To be fair, since you're a dog, many things appear blue to you. "Good boy! Come here!" she says as she pats the front of her frock.

You run over to her, she usually feeds you, and this is exciting. You sniff at her dress, trying to find the source of that smell, but the woman just pats you on the head. "Oh, you must be hungry! Let's get you your breakfast."

Soon enough, your food and water bowls are filled, and the woman pets you a little bit as you eat. She eventually stands and leaves. You finish your food and water.

What do?

>>255
Explore. We need to find a toy. But not an old toy. A NEW toy.

>>255
Search building for pests to chase.

>>255
>Aren't you?

That's a good question. Cast Detect Good on ourselves to make sure.

>>255
Bark.

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>255
find that fucking noise!

>>255
try to find the maid again and follow her around

>>255
>>281

Toy? Toy!

>>255
>>281
>>308
Definitely need to find toys.

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>>288
You're a good boy. You know you're a good boy because that's what everybody tells you! All the maids and Master, and Master's Father, and everybody who comes to visit except that one little girl who cried when you licked her. You're a good boy, you repeat to yourself, slowing down in your motions as you remember that one dark time where you were not a good boy. You don't like to think about it, it's not pleasant. It took some time for your fur to grow back afterwards. Remembering this makes you sad and you stop.

Instead, you bark once, and leave the room and your welcoming bed to find a new toy. There's not a lot of critters around here, there haven't been for a long time. But you hold on to that memory of find a small mouse, and chasing it around. That was exciting and fun. The maids didn't seem to like it, but that's OK. You never saw the mouse again, which was sad, but you think that maybe if you look hard enough you'll be able to find it again. You sniff around, trying to remember that smell. You pass by several other maids, you look your way, but don't stop you from your hunt. You're determined. You're on a hunt. You're a dog.

Roll 1d100 for finding that new toy, or maybe that mouse again.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>416

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>416
I hope it's a toy that makes a noise

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>416
find that mouse

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>416

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>>433
>>439
>>443

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i54fC35UgZc

Your smell is keen and you are on the prowl. Throwing off the bad memories you remember the mouse and its smell. You stalk around the sizable mansion for a time, peeking around corners, sniffing the window drapes, the flower arrangements, and undeneath the rugs. It's somewhere close. You can feel it. In this room, maybe? No, not this one, this one is much larger than you remember. The next room is smaller and closer but not quite right.

You stalk around, and then you see it! It doesn't quite see you as it scuttles around a corner, but now you've seen your target, and recaptured the smell. Something within you awakens and you snake towards the corner, and peek around. It's there! Something awakens within and you masterfully sneak up towards it. Closer, closer...

The mouse turns its head and notices you and begins to flee! You sprint after it, its tiny legs no match for your powerful well-practiced strides. It turns a sharp right, and you follow towards it, skidding a little bit on the slick floors, but that is not enough for you to lose it. In fact, you gain on it, and soon enough you're ready to grab it!

The mouse is at your mercy, and you have a split moment to decide what to do with it. What do you do with it?

>>444
Nice trips.

>>544
lick it! it's cute!

>>544
Take it to master!
Now that we have a great new toy she is sure to want to play with us with it! And call us a Good Boy.

>>544
Bark at the mouse! the maids need to know he's back!

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>>566
>>571
>>582
You trap the mouse with your forepaws, pressing its small frame to the wooden floor. It peeps continually as it struggles to get free. Yes, the sound it makes is pleasing! You pant, a little bit winded from the sprint, and lick the mouse. It tastes like wood chips and mouse fur and mouse poop. You bark loudly as it continues to peep with its small voice. It tries to bite at your paws, but you move them around in such a way that it can't get a good grip with its teeth.

It takes a few more loud barks from you before you see anyone coming. It's Master! The little girl is still in her morning clothes, and you can smell that she hasn't washed yet. "Waaah! It's Max!" She says with a big smile. You are best friends and go on adventures, even when the maids think you shouldn't. She runs up to you with her arms spread open, like she always does when she wants to tackle you into a hug, and then she stops, a few steps away, and looks at your new toy. She pauses for a moment.

"Misa-chan, Misa-chan! Max found Hammy!" She says with a smile and rushes over to you and the mouse. She hugs you and you lick her in happiness. "Max you found Hammy! Yay!" She laughs, and you pant happily. You're not sure what you did, but Master is happy and that means you did well.

In a few moments you see Misa-chan hurry closer with a small cage. "Oh Max, Erika has been looking for Hammy for almost a week now! We thought we lost him," she says as she takes the mouse and puts in the cage. The mouse is happy to out of your clutches, and shivers in its cage as you bark one more time at it. "Now Max, Hammy is Master Erika's pet too! You don't have to get jealous!"

Master continues to hug you for a few moments and gives you belly rub. You lick her face. "Yay, Max found Hammy! Now we have more friends! You're a good boy, Max!"

You bark. That was just what you wanted to hear. Good boy.

OOC: That's it for today! Hope you had some fun with this, I didn't have anything planned out. I might be back later for a continuation. We'll see how /qst/ plays out.

>>853
thanks for running, it was fun

>>853
<3

>>853
thanks QM

>>444
>True trips

>>853
Absolutely adorable, shame I missed it.

Alright let's see how long this takes to fall off if it's bumped right before it hits autosage

Test

>>20871
>>21102
Bump test