A/N- English is not my first language so please excuse any odd errors, also if you are not familiar with Pet Play please read the paragraph below to fill you in.

A puppy or dog is a human pet. It can be a male or female who identifies closely with real biological pups and lets go their human inhibitions and stress to embrace their animal instinct. There are different levels of this, some let their entire existence revolve around getting a pat on the head, being told they are a good puppy, exploring anything and everything that looks interesting or fun. A pup/dog may take on the persona of a biological canine to varying degrees from being on all fours chasing balls and barking instead of talking, other choose only to use words that a dog would such as 'woof'. While others retain their human abilities yet enjoy the cared for and owned aspect of the role play. These types are less common but do exist, such males or females who enjoy this particular style of puppy play often only take on a puppy personality when at home or in a pet play club. In a way this closer to normal BDSM role play. Pet play does not have to be part of a sexual act however, it often is. The other person in the relationship takes on the role of the owner/trainer, these remain human and care for the puppy, often using terms such as 'good pup' and many commands you would find used with actual dogs like 'sit' and 'stay'.

Enjoy!

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The air was cold and nipped at Belle's nose sending it a painful red color. The icy wind rattled through the trees and past the large clock tower making it impossible to sleep. She was cold, in her thread bear grey sweater and thin jeans. The small bench behind the library had been her home for the past few months, people didn't often come near the library since it had been closed for as long as she could remember. Her skin shook in a desperate attempt to warm herself but to was to no avail, the air was far too cold to give Belle any chance at staying warm. She could have sworn her hair had frozen solid but didn't dare bring her hands out from under her armpits to find out.

She looked up to the night sky, not a single star, all of them blocked out by dark black clouds that showed no sign of clearing any time soon. Winter was only just settling in but Belle felt like it had been there forever, then again when you live on the streets it was forever. It would snow soon, of that Belle was certain and when it did she didn't know what would happen to her. No matter how bad it go she wasn't going back to her rat of a Father, that was for God damn sure. Belle refused to whore herself out so her Papa could pay his debt to Gaston and she certainly wasn't going to do as Gaston wanted and let him own her to cancel out the debt. Her father had kicked her out for that, thought a few days on the street would get her to do as he wanted. That was six months ago. If I am going to belong to anyone I will choose who it is, Belle told herself firmly, no one decides my fate but me!

After what felt like an eternity Belle managed to let herself fall into something that resembled sleep. It wasn't anything near restful but it did the job and Belle was grateful for what she could get. Her shivering didn't end, no, just faded into the background until she stopped noticing it all together. Sleep wasn't sleep to Belle any longer, just a few hours where she shut her eyes.

Every time Belle woke up she'd do the same thing; sit up, stretch and then take a walk. There wasn't much else Belle could do, nowhere was hiring and even if she did somehow get a job she'd still be on the streets until she had made enough money for a deposit. Pipe dream! However, this time was different and it took her a few moments to realise exactly why. She wasn't cold, well she was but not the usual, I can't feel anything cold. It was then she noticed a thick wool blanket in a tartan of ivory, aqua and royal blue. The daylight hurt her eyes but she couldn't blink, someone had given her a blanket in the middle of the night and she hadn't even noticed. For the first time in six months she was warm and cosy, Belle smiled when she realised she wasn't shaking and she could feel her hands. There are still good people in the world. Her heart swelled and for a moment she wanted to cry. Someone cared. Belle sat herself up and pulled the blanket to her nose to inhale the rich scent of aftershave and coffee, a man then. Belle folded the blanket slowly and carefully and set it down on her lap just looking at it for a moment until something caught her eye. Sticking out of the breast pocket of her deep red but dirty shirt was a piece of crisp white paper. She pulled it into her pale hand quickly and opened it up, she gasped when five twenty dollar bills tumbled onto the floor, a moment later Belle picked them all up and held them tightly in one hand and the note in the other. She read the single sentence her hero had left.

Stay W arm Little Puppy .

Stay warm little puppy, that was all it said. This stranger had given her a blanket for warmth and a hundred dollars to do with as she pleased and had asked for nothing in return, she hadn't even known he was there. Men had offered her money before but it was normally in exchange for something like a blowjob, Belle had always refused. Belle had left home because she refused to be paid for sex, she wouldn't let herself become a become a prostitute now just because she was hungry.

"Thank you." She whispered like the stranger would somehow hear her.

Belle spent that day getting herself some new things to help fight off the murderous winter, in the end she found herself with a new coat, nothing fancy but it was warm. The coat was a deep dark blue, and had a hood that Belle pulled up around her head the instant she put it on. She also got herself some new shoes, she spent a little more on them than she wanted but Belle figured that they would last longer that way. Belle finally got herself some food from Granny's, real food.

The auburn haired beauty headed back to the bench behind the library with her sandwich and nice hot tea and ate slowly, hoping that the stranger would come back and she could thank him. He never did though and Belle had soon finished her sandwich and drunk the last of her tea. She had enough money left to feed herself for the next few days and if she ate on alternate days she would be able to stretch it to a week, maybe a week and a half if she was lucky.

Days passed and Belle didn't see anyone she thought could be her mystery note writer, maybe he would never return. After a while she found herself imagining him. Was he some sweet young man who just wanted to be nice? Maybe he was an older guy who just had a blanket tucked away in his car? She didn't know and Belle had to accept that she probably never would.

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Mister Gold stood in his shop watching people go past the windows like they always did, he knew most of them, the Sheriff Emma Swan, Sydney Glass, Archie Hopper and his dog Pongo. He even saw Doctor Whale at one point. None of them sparked any thoughts though, his mind was still set on the young girl he'd seen asleep on the bench behind the library. She was so beautiful and far to young to be out there in the cold. He could still remember the first moment he saw her face.

Gold had been meaning to go and look at the apartment above the library for a good week but to be honest he'd been putting it off, he hated climbing those steep metal stairs, they were no good on his leg and with the cold setting in the old injury was beginning to throb. He'd finally forced himself to go though, parking on the small side street behind the library, as he got out the car though something caught his eye. At first it was so dark that he couldn't make out what it was but as he grew ever closer he realised that it was in fact a girl, a young one at that.

"Beautiful."

The word slipped from his lips without permission. However his brain was right, the young girl was stunning with long auburn curls, a Princess cut from marble smoother than a storm, but she was pale and shivering. Beautiful and freezing it seemed. Why was she out there? She should have been at home with her parents by a nice warm fire instead of out in the chilly night. He sighed, should he wake her?

"Yeah and say what?" He questioned himself. "Hey, I'm Mister Gold, town bastard would you like to come home with me?" He snorted. "Yeah, that would go down wonderfully. Haven't been maced before."

Then an idea popped into his head, there was an old blanket in the back of his car, exactly why he'd long since forgotten, but it was still there. Gold's cane tap, tap, tapped as he made his way to the trunk of his car and pulled it open pulling the blanket out and shutting the trunk again quietly. It was small but it would certainly cover her and keep the young puppy warm, for now at least. He walked back to her and covered her with the blue blanket, Gold smiled when she instantly gripped onto the fabric and snuggled into it. He reached for his wallet then but couldn't find it, he patted himself down in search of it and then remembered he'd left it in the car. It took only a few seconds to slump back down into the soft drivers seat and reach for his wallet, the coal black leather glinting in the moonlight. Inside he found a hundred dollars all in twenties and just took them all, she needed the money more than him. 'What's making me be so nice to this girl?' Gold pretended not to know but deep down he couldn't lie to himself, it was because he knew what it was like, being out on the streets in the cold. He'd done it after his father left him, that was of course until the police had pulled him in, turned out his Aunt Olivia had been looking for him. Gold would have had nothing if it wasn't for her.

Gold took a piece of paper from his glovebox and a fountain pen from his suit jacket and quickly wrote four little words.

Stay Warm Little Puppy.

Then he wrapped the paper around the crisp green bills and made his way back over to the sleeping angel. He froze when she shuffled as he tucked the paper and money into her shirt pocket. Hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't choose that particular moment to wake up, he'd be arrested for sure if she did. Thankfully sleep never released her and he made his escape without her being any the wiser.

On the drive home he cursed himself, not only had he completely forgotten about looking at the apartment he'd also written 'Puppy' on the note, she would think he was calling her scum nothing more than an animal. Damn him and his sick perverse tendencies. It was far too late now though, if he went back he was sure to wake her and he was too much of a coward to explain himself. 'Puppy', not everyone was sick like him.

It didn't matter what he did that night he just couldn't stop thinking about that young beautiful angel asleep on a bench. She was so young, no more than nineteen, why was she there? He couldn't stop himself from wanting to help her, go back for her but he knew it wouldn't turn out well.

"Stop thinking about a teenage girl who had no idea you were even there. She probably just had a fight with her parents over something stupid. She'll go home in a few days. And you're way to old for her, there has to be at least a twenty-five year gap there."

With that Gold had forced himself into sleep, but she was there too...

That had been days ago and that girl was still in his head, no one had ever caused such a response, well no one other than Jefferson. It didn't make sense, she hadn't even known he was there. Gold stood in his shop still watching people pass, it was busy even for a lunch hour, and he sighed. He just hoped the girl had gone home, it was too cold to stay out on the Storybrooke streets.