You had a dog for as long as you could remember. Lance was his name; it was the family dog, and after some wonderful heartwarming memories and time spent. It was more your dog. Lance would be a very anxious dog, he'd only be happy and active around your parents and you. Especially when he's with you.
As you grew up, going into highschool you rarely delved into your sexuality. You would try and date, however, it wouldn't go well and you'd be back at square one. Yet Lance was always there. Your big, warm, supportive pup. He'd beginning to cheer you up and was the only thing that could get you to smile.
Lance was always curious too, he'd lick and eat a lot. He'd beg at your side if the table often, and you'd give him a ham slice or two. So when he was designated to be in your room, you would get an extra pack of lunch meat. This persisted and it felt good. A being that gave you love and respect and all you didn't was simply help him get special treats.
Lance was your only healthy relationship, aside from your parents. You would soon find yourself wanting a change of scenery. During long nights you'd find yourself stressed and needing something. You would look for an apartment for days. Some involved tours and you'd go to a couple. After a long day you come home and make up a sandwich. As you lick the lunch meat juice from your fingers, a thought of making a sandwich for Lance crossed the mind.
You thought "why not" and made him one, using up the lunch meat in one pack. You had yours in your mouth, it holding yours while you made up Lance's you put all the items away and walked up. You continued to eat your sandwich as you opened the door. Finishing it, in the time it took for you to get to your bed from the door.
Lance looked up tail wagging and you place the meaty sandwich in front of him. He licks your hand and begins to eat. You lay on your bed and toss and turn. You felt....warm...you took off your covers...still..warm. After about what seemed like an hour your mind began to let all the intrusive thoughts loose. Your mind spiraled from the stress, so you looked up how to handle stress and anxiety.
One site did mention in it's first couple options, that a good way to handle was touching yourself and climaxing. You'd blush and think about how you were a virgin, you hadn't touched yourself so, tonight you thought maybe you could try it. You laid on your bed, taking off your panties, breathing slowly, thinking about what you found attractive. You played with your clit and rubbed your hood rather intimately. You twitched and moaned.
Soon the moans would cease and your ears would be attracted to the sound of.... sniffing? Lance was looking for more lunch meat and you'd see his large frame climb onto the bed. It looked ... terrifying? But ..so....safe...you saw a gentle canine giant. You thought all this as he'd go close and sniff your fingers against your slit. His nose rubbing against your folds on occasion. He smelled your fingers..then he licked ...his tongue lapping up against your clit...and he didn't stop...
(Hello! This is a pretty straightforward one and I'm open to playing either role! However, I'd love to hear any additional kinks you'd wanna include! I'm very open, so don't be shy. I may be looking for a possible transformation angle, or magic or anything involving breeding and pregnancy. If you read this far, tell me your favorite type of sandwich)
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+