Sweating like a Dog
Hello! This is a short story about a girl, stricken with boredom, who decides to foster a dog for a night and has her world turned upside down. CW: beast, mild pain.
I am excited to present this story today. For years, I have written smut for my own enjoyment, but this is the first time I have ever shared it publicly. I am new to editing a work for release, so there may be errors. I really hope some of you can enjoy it and maybe even have useful feedback!
This story is purely a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. Any resemblance to real people or organizations is coincidental.
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Cicadas droned endlessly outside as a cruel reminder of my confinement. My phone told me the temperature was in the triple digits, I didn’t even bother to read the exact number. My only respite: cold, conditioned air blew across my sweat-beaded skin. In an attempt to beat the heat I had stripped down to just a T-shirt; hardly changing for the duration of the recent heat wave, I had become well accustomed to the view of my bare thighs, and even a little proud of my great figure. I ought to show of my legs more often, I thought to myself.
Splayed discourteously across my couch, my phone held in hand above my face as I mindlessly scrolled social media. Across my feed flashed a number of posts from my friends and family, nearly all of whom had left town for the summer. But I remained, alone and nearly dying of boredom. Foolishly, I had rejected any vacation plans so that I could work through the summer and save some money. I was entering my senior year of university, and I wanted to save up for a massive trip after my graduation-- somewhere cold no doubt. My little idea was great when it was just a plan, but now left me with more free time than I knew what to do with. Work was off for the weekend and I had no one to spend time with. So I scrolled and scrolled and scrolled. My parents were in Paris for their anniversary, a handful of my friends planned a trip together to Cancún, another visited her family across the country.
My mind had became so saturated with endless posts that I found myself spacing out staring at an advertisement for nearly a minute. When I snapped out of it, I continued my march onto the next post, but something in that ad had caught my attention. I went back to it. It was a post from my local animal shelter. The ad space was mostly taken up with a picture of a cute dog-- a Labrador, I reckoned-- and a call to action, “Be a Hero! Foster a dog! Commitments as short as one night.”
I couldn’t say exactly why, but I was suddenly infatuated with the idea of fostering a dog. It was strange, I had never owned a dog-- my family was a cat owning household my entire life-- but I felt I wanted to do it. It would be nice to have something to do, and have a bit of companionship. I followed the link on the ad, I was brought to a rather small forum to sign up as a volunteer, which mostly just asked for my basic info. I was given the choice of duration to foster for, lasting up to three months. I selected one night (listed as an enrichment activity). I was surprised by how quick and easy it was. There was no ID check, no signature required, no affirmation that you even knew how to take care of a dog. Nevertheless, I submitted the forum. My next instructions were to go to the shelter the next day and pick out my new companion.
I hardly slept that night, partly because of the incessant heat-- I practically sweat through my sheets-- but I was mostly restless thinking of my day ahead of me. I worried that the staff at the shelter would interrogate me on my lack of dog care knowledge, persuade me away from fostering. I shifted my thoughts to considering what type of dogs would be there. What if they didn’t have a breed of dog I liked? I wasn’t even sure what breed of dog I would like, on account of never having owned a dog before. I considered it: I wanted a big dog, fluffy, smart… and muscular. With the mental image locked in my mind, I drifted to sleep.
For the first time since school let out, I woke bright and early. I hardly gave myself the time to get ready and I made my coffee to go. I wanted to be at the shelter as soon as it opened. I figured this would give me the best chance of getting my dream dog. I threw on some clothes, namely a pair of exercise shorts which had an incredibly short inseam. I never would have considered wearing these shorts anywhere except for a run, but I had loved the view of my legs so much as of recently, I wanted to cover them as little as possible.
Sure enough, I made it to the shelter a few minutes before opening time. Thankfully the staff were already there and welcomed me into the reception building.
“How can I help you today?” The worker behind the counter asked.
“Hello,” I had spotted her name on her badge: Jackie, she was about my age and stunningly gorgeous. “I signed up as a new foster volunteer, I was told online to come here to pick up a dog.” she didn’t seem to pick up on my lacking skills.
“Great! We’re always looking for new volunteers! Can I get your name?”
“Layla Ericcson.”
She clacked some info into her computer for a moment. I took the time to look around the building. The shelter was nice. Tall open ceilings, industrial architecture. It was clean and bright, contrasting to my mental image of a dark and cramped dog pound. Behind the desk extended a log hallway, to the kennels I presumed. I was surprised by how quiet the environment was, only occasionally I heard a dog bark echo throughout the facility.
“Ah, here you are. Lets see what dogs are available,” she fumbled around with a stack of papers on the desk before retreating down the hallway behind her, I followed closely, “we have three dogs available to be fostered today. Do you have any experience with dogs?”
There it was, the question I dreaded so much, “No… Not really.”
“No worries! A lot of our volunteers never had a dog before! I only ask because one of our dogs available today is a bit… difficult. He may not be the best for first time dog owners.”
I let out a sigh of relief. Jackie really didn’t seem to mind. We continued walking down the hall until she stopped and read her stack of papers. The door before us was marked ‘Dog Kennels’, my presumption earlier was correct. Jackie let me in and I could see the row of a dozen or so dog kennels, each more than a meter wide and reaching from floor to ceiling. Rather spacious, I thought.
As if she heard my thoughts, Jackie said, “These are our kennels for the big dogs, puppies and small dogs are housed elsewhere.”
“I was looking for a big dog anyhow.”
“Great! In that case, we have three options.”
She shuffled through her stack of papers again before stepping in front of one of the kennels. Inside was a smaller dog, some kind of mutt, she looked old.
“This is Lola, she’s ten years old, but a real sweetie.”
“Cute.” I said politely. It was obvious I wasn’t interested.
Jackie flipped to the next paper in her stack. She walked a few kennels down. In this kennel was a massive beast of a dog, a German Shepherd. Probably weighing thirty pounds more than myself and chiseled with muscle, even apparent under his soft fur. His square head watched me intensely as I walked in front of his cage, like a wolf stalking his prey. I couldn’t help but feel a little something inside of me, maybe it was primal fear, maybe it was excitement, but I knew once we locked eyes that he was the one for me, or rather I was the one for him.
“This is Cream, he is available, but I think we should move on” Jackie said before quickly moving ahead.
“A strange name.” I called out. He had a brown coat, not a cream colored one.
“I named him that,” Jackie responded. She didn’t elaborate, but I could tell there was more to it.
“He is the one.”
Jackie was nervous, “Are you sure? There is one more dog. Cream is really difficult. The last volunteer reported some unusual behavior,” then, under her breath she mentioned, “He isn’t fixed.”
I shuttered at the way she said it, my mind raced with ideas of what he could possibly have done. Was he violent? “I’m sure. He is the one.”
“Alright,” Jackie said, unsure. “Sit,” she commanded Cream.
As soon as he sat, I got a better look at him, and his underside. Extending proudly from his pelvis was a massive furry sheath. I tried not to look, as if to give him respect and privacy, but its pure size drew my gaze. Attached just below, and now resting heavily on the floor of the kennel were two massive balls. Clearly, he was not neutered. Jackie opened his kennel and slipped on his leash. Throughout the entire interaction, Cream never broke eye contact with me. My stomach was twisted into a pretzel as I tried to clear my mind of his heavy balls. It was all I could think of.
“He clearly likes you,” Jackie acted surprised, “I’ve never seen him so calm before!” She handed me the leash.
He walked perfectly by my side for the long walk back up to the desk, never breaking stride. Only he walked just slightly ahead of me, not pulling, as if to lead me, or maybe protect me. It made my heart melt. Jackie walked me through the last bit of paperwork and left me with a bag of basic supplies for the dog: care instructions, food, bowls, a brush, and some toys. Additionally, since he was a troubled dog, I was given the task of clicking for him whenever he did good behavior, that way he would be reinforced and continue that behavior. I guess it made him more adoptable, but frankly, I was hardly listening as my mind was already thinking of what I would do when I got home. Jackie handed me the clicker, which I placed in my shorts pocket.
Soon enough the paperwork was done. Jackie solemnly wished me luck as I headed towards my car. Thankfully Cream was real well behaved, I hardly held the leash as my hands were occupied with the food bags, but he still didn’t pull. At the car I had the plan to put all the food on the passenger seat and have Cream sit in the back, that way he would have more room to lay down, but as soon as I opened the passenger door, he took it as his queue to jump in. Politely sat on the passenger seat, I figured if he wanted to sit there, who am I to say otherwise? I relented and threw the dog food in the back. Thankfully, Cream relaxed his gaze as soon as we started driving. Otherwise I think I would have been too nervous to really focus on the road.
Once disembarked, he led me from the parking lot back to my unit, as if he knew the way already. I fumbled with the keys. In that time, he marked the door, as if to say it was his territory. Great, I thought as I opened the door, something to clean up later. He calmly walked in, looking around and getting the lay of the land. I removed his leash.
“This is your new home, boy.” I said to him.
Next to the kitchen I dropped the heavy bag of dog food, and from the selection of care items I took his bowls out and filled one with water. I scouted an empty corner of the room that would be reserved for Cream. He watched me carefully. I bent over at the waist to place his bowls on the floor. As I did, I felt the nylon of my shorts pull back, revealing the fabric of my underwear, slightly damp with sweat from carrying the heavy bags. Like a moth to a flame, Cream saw his opportunity, shooting up and digging his muzzle down the open leg of my shorts. I felt his wet nose slam roughly against my pussy, only separated by a thin layer of fabric. His warm breath oscillated over my taint. A shiver ran down my spine as I was briefly immobilized. Then, instinctively, I stood up straight and pushed his muzzle away from my pussy. Any longer and I think he would’ve involved his tongue. I felt my face flushing red.
“Hey! Watch it!” I shouted, as if I was condemning a creepy stranger.
Frustrated, I grabbed the care manual from his bag and marched to the sofa. I sat, curled up, leaving him no access to my pussy again. Cream just laid down by the bowls, but kept his eyes fixed on me. As the events that just occurred became more clear to me, I realized how violated I was. Jackie’s warnings from earlier now made sense, he was a real rascal. I flipped through the manual. Most of the information pertained to basic care, such as how much food to give, who to call in emergencies, that sort of thing. At the end of the book was the training section, it was rather short, but the last blurb caught my attention:
>At our shelter, we never use negative reinforcement. Do not yell at or hit the dogs, this upsets them and they do not learn. Instead, try ignoring the bad behavior and reward positive behavior even more! Remember to use the clicker for good behavior.
I looked up at Cream. I could tell just by his expression, he felt bad. And now, I was a bit guilty too. He was only a dog, he didn’t know any better. I was being rash for assuming he had bad intentions. He was probably just curious about how I smelled. Dogs smell each other all the time, right?
I figured I’d make it up to him. I went to pick up his food bowl, only this time I was prepared when bending over. I faced him and bent at the knees, as to not expose myself again. Cream stood in excitement when I opened the food bag and filled his bowls according to instructions. As a part of training, I instructed him to sit before receiving his food. He did as commanded, but as he sat, his underbelly was revealed. From his sheath, now wide, protruded a red cylinder. I didn’t exactly know what it was. Was he injured? I never seen anything like it before, but then again, I never had a dog before. I squatted down, same as before, to place down the bowls, but at the same time I was now eye level with his groin. I got a better look, the cylinder was maybe two inches in diameter, tapered to a rounded point and dripping clear fluid. Thinking maybe it was a wound that I would have to report, I reached out and touched the clear liquid to my finger before bringing it to my nose. The unmistakable stench of semen overwhelmed my senses. Just then it clicked, he did know what he was doing earlier when he sniffed my panties. And he was getting off to it! That pervert!
I stood up in rage, he took that as a sign to start eating. I was about to yell at him again before stopping myself, remembering what the manual said about positive reinforcement. My face turned bright red again and all I could think to do was run away. This time to my bed, where I curled up and couldn’t help but cry. I felt so violated, but more than anything I felt like I was a failure. I wasn’t cut out for this whole foster volunteer thing. I’d have to march back in tomorrow morning and tell Jackie I just couldn’t do it. God I felt lousy.
A few moments passed when I heard Cream finish his food. The clicking of his paws on the floor grew closer before he entered the bedroom. I felt like accosting him, telling him to get out and leave me alone, but I didn’t. He waltzed in and right up to my face. At first, I was mad at him, the face of the perpetrator who just violated me. Soon enough I calmed down. Cream was licking away my tears and my anger melted. How could I stay mad at someone so sweet? I gave him a reassuring pat on the head. His soft fur between my fingers as I drifted to sleep.
I awoke the next morning aware of how things had changed. Instead of laying on the floor by my side like he had the night before, Cream was now not just on the bed, but on top of me. His head resting on my chest. I found my left arm wrapped around him and resting on his flank as if he were my partner. I savored the calm moment. We only had a few hours left before I was due to return him to the shelter. Maybe I was cut out for this whole dog owning thing after all, Cream was so happy. He was happy because of me. That realization, that I was desired and making a difference in another’s life, filled me with so much joy.
We laid together for some time. I had long since fully awoken, but I didn’t feel ready for the day. I wanted our time together to last as long as possible. Our time felt far more valuable than the days I had wasted on my phone before. I needed nothing more than to pet his soft muscular side as he laid on top of me.
I found my pats to become more and more rhythmic. I swayed my arm across his abdomen from the bottom of his ribs to his thighs, feeling his silky fur move beneath my sensitive fingertips. I loved the feel of his lustrous pelt, I wanted more. My hand migrated down his side, towards his belly. His fur became increasingly soft. It was far better than any coat or blanket I owned.
Upon the arrival of my hand across his belly, I felt an involuntary twitch through Cream’s muscles, as if tickled. Slowly, almost in slow motion, I saw his hips hinge open, revealing his most sensitive region to me. Immediately my mouth became parched and my breath became shallow as I stared upon what he had revealed to me. Again I saw his massive hanging balls and his fuzzy sheath. I knew the idea to reveal this to me was intentional on Cream’s part, as if to say “this is your choice.” It felt different, being the one to initiate, unlike yesterdays proceedings. I was grappled with a choice which I was for. But in reality, the choice was not mine; as if of it’s own volition, my hand floated through the air slowly adrift towards Cream’s prepuce. I was helpless to stop its march. I was nearly paralyzed as my mind failed to consider what I would have done if I were to intentionally touch his dick. What would I become?
Contact. A firm grasp. I was immediately taken aback by its warmth-- almost burning. I felt a resistance in my hand, like an inflating balloon caught between my fingers. Rapidly his sheath expanded, nearly tripling in size over a matter of seconds. I couldn’t help but scoff. Already it hardly fit in my hand, leaving me to imagine what was to come when he was fully erect. Pain and regret would surely follow. As his skin stretched to the contours of his now massive cock, I felt the definition of his bulbous knot form, yet to be exposed. Just then a flash of red as the tip of his penis revealed itself from within. I was hooked and I wanted to see more. I made small strokes, no more than a few millimeters in travel, up and down along his stroke. Like a bicycle pump, each stroke inflated his red penis more and more. Small strokes erupted into larger pumps across the surface of his sheath. I felt the knot slip between my digits, closer and closer to exposure.
I swear I heard a wet pop as the knot revealed itself. Stunned by its massive girth, I was motionless. In all of its glory his entire erect cock sat before me. Marbled with purple veins and with a shiny finish, it was a textbook example of a canine phallus. A fowl stench emanated from it, reeking primarily of semen and pheromones. Significantly larger than my balled fist I knew there was no way that thing could fit inside any mate. I pondered how procreation was even possible when I was hit with a dazzling thought: I just signaled to be his mate. I would soon find out how the knot fit, one way or another. Cream, still laying his head on my chest eyed me, questioning why I had paused the foreplay. I did too. What did I get myself into? Fuck, I wanted out. There was no way I would survive his knot. I thought of an out but Cream became antsy. The worst thing to happen would be if he grew impatient and had his way with me-- he was certainly strong enough to do so. Maybe if I just gave him a quick hand job it would de-escalate the situation and things could go back to normal, I thought. I saw no other path forward.
Carefully, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his knot. Even warmer than before, and coated in what felt like a thin layer of slime. A natural lubrication I presumed. Whatever it was, it came in handy as my grip effortlessly slipped up and down across his knot. Through the sensitive skin I felt the beating of his heart, in tune with my own. Within myself, I felt anxious, but my body wept for more. My mind screamed this was wrong, but the bio-mechanical factory only knew to prepare for sex. A parting in my vagina signaled it was ready for a foreign intrusion; then the waterworks. I was practically dripping for him.
I could tell Cream was enjoying my touch as he began thrusting into my hand with each stroke. His hot wet member filling my hand as he did most of the work. I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have him inside of me. Largely, he was in control of the pace and I was just a hand to relieve himself on. And sure enough he soon came to climax, or at least what I assumed was climax. I felt his knot intensely throbbing between my fingers as his thrusts ground to a halt. Slippery clear fluid spurt from his urethra, painting my abdomen in his warmth. The volume and color was off from what I had known in humans; I almost thought it was just precum, but I instead chalked it up to reproductive differences in humans and dogs.
Still ravenous with desire myself, I felt it was time to tend to my own needs. I figured a relaxing bath and the exploratory touch of my own fingers was in order to unpack what I had just gone through. With a skip I was out of bed and in the bathroom, the door closed but not latched behind me. I threw off my cum soaked clothes, landing somewhere near the tub, as I drew the bath. Rapidly the room filled with an intense steam. Despite the summer heat, the humidity felt nice, like a sauna. I was on my knees bent over feeling the warmth of the water as I heard the door squeak open. In the brief moment of lucidity I saw Cream enter the bathroom, no less erect than before he came. His cock dripping with the same clear fluid as before. It was in that moment I realized my initial inclination was right: it was only precum. He was not done with me yet.
I was left stunned, and without time to react as the feral beast approached me. Paralyzed with fear, I could not escape his rough tongue as it now made contact with my now unclad pussy. It wouldn’t have been better presented to him if I slapped a bow on my ass. With great force I felt his paddle-like tongue scooping out my insides, each pass brushing against my ever expanding clit and lapping up my now gushing fluids. A calming wave washed over my mind, I felt no fear nor desire to leave this situation any more. My muscles relaxed and my abdomen fell to the rim of the bath. Some primal, gurgling moan escaped me, which Cream understood better than any command. In an instant, he was on top of me his tapered prick mere centimeters away from my gaping hole, ready to penetrate. I found my body adjusting its self, knees widening, hip turning up, as if to welcome the new guest.
I felt his gyrations as he adjusted his hold on me. I knew penetration was imminent. The next second of my life played out in stunning fidelity, each millisecond were an entire lifetime of pleasure. First, the greatest extremities of his tip entered within me. Tapered to a soft point and lead with narrow glans. Almost prehensile, I felt it wiggle inside me, feeling its new environs before proceeding further. Linearly I felt his girth increase inside me. Several centimeters slid in unobstructed, not yet at its greatest circumference and well lubricated I was beginning to doubt my concerns of pain from earlier. Now approaching my cervix, I experienced the greatest pressure thus far at his widest point (bar the knot). Completely satisfied this were as far as I had gone with any other partner prior, and yet his range of motion was not yet exhausted. Crashing and rapidly redirected into my fornix as Cream still pushed deeper. I had been stretched more than I had ever been before as his knot slapped against my labia, far too large to have any hope of entry. All in a second, this sensational experience repeated with each thrust of his hips. Any and all thought escaped my mind as I was reduced to a trembling lump of flesh for Cream’s pleasure. Each thrust of his penis was so large it compressed my diaphragm, I gasped for air and moaned with each exhale. As Cream found his rhythm he lowered his head onto my shoulder and I too could hear his breathing matched mine.
This stage of our engagement felt like an hour, but in reality it were only a minute or so. Unbeknownst to me his humping was not the final stage of our copulation, merely intense foreplay as he increased the volume of lubricating fluids gushing out of me-- a strange mix of vaginal secretions and his torrential precum. His sinister plot was revealed to me as reeled back to give one great thrust into me, plunging his knot part way inside me, nearly ripping me asunder. I felt a shocking pain come from between my legs quickly dulled by the pleasure. He was unsuccessful in his attempt, quickly resetting and trying again. A new stage were upon us as each thrust were forceful and deliberate. Pushing ever so slightly deeper inside me.
But the pain became greater. It was becoming unbearable, I was right earlier and I had made a grave mistake. I wanted nothing more to get out of that situation. I tried desperately to pull away from his strong grasp to no avail. Finally, my vein attempts were met with one more awesome push as I felt my own flesh relent against his siege, the castle doors were breached. His knot fully inside me. At this point I think my insides were more dog than human.
The moment after knotting were markedly calm, as if the signals were still working their way up my nerves to register in my brain. But sure enough they arrived and I was hit with a tidal wave of complex stimuli, punctuated by two primary sensations: pain and pleasure. Perfectly balanced these two experiences were. Now I was not someone who sought out pain, in fact I was rather pain adverse, but at this time it felt better than any orgasm I had experienced. I was shaken from my pain-induced trance by shivering waves of ecstasy-- the first of many orgasms.
I noticed a strange phenomenon, as time passed with his knot firmly inside me, as his penis wiggled and twitched, I felt a growing pressure, not from his knot but deeper inside of me. Soon, it occurred to me what the source of the flow was: semen. A near continuous load was being injected inside of me, corked by his knot and nowhere to go but deeper inside of me. Infiltrating my womb in a strange search for an egg-- any egg to impregnate. Surely, I thought, there must be some fertilization, our gametes fusing deep inside of me, somehow. His flow did not abate and the pressure increased. I was visibly distended from his semen alone. The pressure mounted and began to hurt as well. With pregnancy the body has months to adapt to the stretching of the uterus, for me it were mere seconds.
I had no sense of time as this continued. It may have been minutes or perhaps hours. I stared down at the bath in front of me, long since overflowing with steamy water, hair draped soaking in the water, drool escaped from the corner of my lips. The material world around me no longer existed. I was in a higher dimension. Orgasms came and went with regularity as Cream did nothing but sit inside me. Like the final movement of a long symphony, our time together was reaching its crescendo. Despite the ever present flow of cum inside of me, I surmised that he too was reaching his climax. With a final masterful load, he let out a whimper. He was done.
It occurred to me what I had read before about reinforcing positive behavior. Still mounted, I reached over to the floor and felt for my discarded shorts from earlier, now soaked with bathwater I grabbed the clicker I was given from the pocket. I raised my hand and gave it a firm press. An audible click rang out, Cream’s ears perked up, we both understood its meaning: he had done well.
Only then his knot began to deflate. In these final moments conjoined, the pleasure slowly faded and I was once again wrought with pain. We both pulled apart from each other to no avail. The suction of his massive knot was too great. He continued to deflate until a long hiss sounded, the suction was broken and finally his cock fell out of me. A tsunami of various fluids drained from inside me at great pressures, nearly instantly I felt like my lungs doubled in size and I lost twenty pounds. But not for several hours did my uterus drain nor my vagina return to its usual breadth.
At some point, I really don’t know when, I stood and casually turned off the water. The bathroom was so steamy I could hardly see my hands and I stood in a pool of water. I was completely drenched in fluids, mostly my own sweat. Cum dripped down my leg as I left the room in search of my phone. It was on my nightstand still from the night before. I checked the time, nearly four in the afternoon. The shelter closed at five and I had to return Cream today.
Unbothered, and frankly with no desire to return Cream, I began to ready myself. Hardly following my regular routine I washed the worse of his semen off myself and tied my hair up. Not feeling like dressing, I just put on my underwear from yesterday (spared from the bath water as they had fallen on the bathroom counter) and a t-shirt. Technically good enough to go in public, legs completely bare, I walked Cream out to the car and drove mindlessly to the shelter.
Upon my return, I was greeted by Jackie at the front desk again. A smile grew across her face as she saw my return. The change in demeanor obvious in both Cream and myself.
A smile grew across her face, “Welcome back! Cream seems so happy!”
I looked down at Cream and smiled, a sudden thought entered my mind, “I think I will adopt him.” I finally understood why Jackie had named him Cream.
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Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. If you did, or have any suggestions/criticisms please leave a comment or send me a DM.
I have plans for a part 2, only if enough people are interested :3