Part 2 of St.Patties Day Bug-Whore
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Shame

Maeve Brennan came back to the world on the cold tile of her bathroom floor, spine slotted like a jigsaw piece into the angle between the base of the tub and the wall. Her jaw vibrated with the pain of her own teeth grinding; she heard the click before she felt it. Her legs, bare and spattered with sticky sweat, were pulled up almost to her chin, but even so, her knees couldn’t meet—because of the belly.

The belly that wasn’t there yesterday.

She blinked. Her eyelids fought the decision and nearly won, but habit forced them open again. The green, glittery top that last night had seemed slutty and fun was now a straitjacket, the shimmery fabric drawn so tight across her stomach that the hem nearly split. Her belly—a domed, shiny orb—had migrated up from nothing, distending her navel into a sad, hard flare. The skin was flushed red, mapped with veins. When she touched it (she had to, couldn’t not), the surface was warm, alien, almost feverish. She pressed her palm flat against the taut expanse.

Something inside pushed back. Not a polite “hello,” but a slow-motion recoil, a suggestion of mass and intention.

Maeve gagged. Her tongue thickened and pressed up against her palate, bringing with it the aftertaste of the night: Guinness, cigarettes, and something sticky-sweet and chemical, like antifreeze dissolved in Jell-O. She ran her tongue along her teeth, feeling every crack and fill, and then realized her cheeks were already wet. Not with fresh tears—her ducts had done their job hours ago—but with the crusted, rehydrated run-off of the nightmare that had gotten her here.

She wiped the back of her hand across her face and left a greasy, blackish streak from ear to chin.

For a long time she lay there, staring at the ceiling and the cheap plastic light fixture that trembled with every second-floor footstep. She didn’t move, didn’t dare. Across the bathroom, perched on the lip of the sink with its back to her, the fly was doing something fastidious and private with its forelegs, the iridescent green of its abdomen catching the light like a spill of motor oil. It had not looked at her once. The weight inside her shifted slightly, and she experienced the physical memory of every sex ed video she’d ever seen, the ones with diagrams of fetuses and uteruses and never once, in all those years, anything like this.

Eventually, she needed to know. Needed to do the thing, or die not knowing. With the arm that hurt less, she reached for her phone, which lay face-down on the grout beside her left foot. Picking it up was like retrieving an oar from the ocean in a full gale. Her muscles trembled and her fingers slipped on the glass, but finally she cradled the phone like a wounded mouse in both hands.

Fourteen missed calls.

Three from Brian. The rest from numbers she didn’t recognize. She scrolled to the messaging app, ignoring the pounding in her temples. On the group thread, her last video was still at the top. Three blue ticks beneath the message: Brian had watched it. More than once, maybe. Maeve imagined his face, that half-moon of disapproval, and then forced herself to stop. That was the only mercy she would allow herself before noon.

She flipped the phone face-down again, then risked a glance through the open bathroom door. Across the apartment, the sheets on her futon were twisted into the shape of a crashed zeppelin. The fabric was marked by a single, massive iridescent smear—turquoise, purple, gold. It looked like the inside of an abalone shell, or the surface of an oil spill, and it glistened even in the bruised daylight of her east-facing window.

The air was rank with something organic and faintly fermented, as if a forgotten fruit rind had become sentient and now plotted revenge. Maeve remembered, with a microsecond of queasy joy, that it was not, in fact, a dream. The fly—she refused to call it “the father,” not even in her most unguarded moments—was real.

On her phone, a new notification pinged. She ignored it, but it repeated. In the end, curiosity won. It was a text, from a contact labeled “CIARÁN’S COUSIN (WORK)” and it read, simply: Don’t come in. Don’t come back.

Maeve snorted. She set the phone down gently this time, as if any sudden movement might trigger labor. She remembered: rent due in eleven days. She thought about the deposit, about the cost of clinics, about calling Mam back home, about the consequences stacked up like Jenga blocks one bad breath from collapse.

Her stomach burbled, a subsonic throb that reverberated up her throat.

“No hospital,” she muttered. “No Mam. Get up. Shower. Find something that fits.”

It was the old mantra, the one that got her through every college final and every breakup, and even the night she learned Brian had slept with her roommate on her own futon. It worked now, too. She rolled to her knees, ignoring the searing pull in her abdomen, and used the edge of the tub to lever herself upright.

The bathroom mirror was positioned so that you could see only from the nose up, which was a kindness. Her hair was a halo of dried sweat, auburn at the roots and chartreuse at the tips from last night’s “festive” spray-on color. Her eyes were two radioactive emeralds. She grinned at her own reflection, the effect ghoulish but not without charm.

When she stood, the belly shifted again, a slow gravitational wave that rolled her center of gravity forward. She braced on the wall, then stepped delicately over the pile of dirty clothes (jeans, panties, socks all stuck together with something crystalline and unfamiliar). She shambled to the shower and turned on the water, which shrieked in the pipes like a dying cat. The sound nearly made her cry.

As she waited for the water to warm, she caught her reflection in the mirrored medicine cabinet. Now that she was upright, the pregnancy was even more obvious—she looked six months along, maybe more, if the thing inside her obeyed human clocks. She pressed both hands to the orb again, tracing the faintest outline of a ridge or seam beneath the skin. Her navel, an outie now, pulsed with each heartbeat.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “You really went and did it, didn’t you?”

The belly twitched, a ripple under the flesh. Maeve flinched, then laughed. The sound was rusty, but it worked.

“Right, then,” she said to the empty room, “let’s not make it weirder than it already is.”

She peeled off the top with difficulty; the fabric stuck to her skin, and when it finally gave, she nearly toppled backward. Her breasts, always on the small side, were now swollen and flushed, nipples dark and tender. She took a moment to assess, then shrugged. At least she could check “big tits” off her bucket list.

She stepped into the shower. The first blast of water made her shriek, but soon the sting dulled to a numbing roar. She scrubbed herself down with cheap bar soap, feeling the topography of her own body as if for the first time. The lines of old bruises, the sharp and sudden rise of the new belly, the quivering muscles in her thighs. She washed between her legs, half-expecting to find something still lodged there, but all she encountered was the normal roughness of her own pubic stubble.

She let herself stand under the water until the heat ran out, and then a little longer. When she emerged, toweling her hair with a shirt from the floor, she felt almost human. Not normal, not even close, but human in the sense that she could maybe survive this day without becoming a tabloid headline.

Back in the main room, she surveyed the disaster zone that was her apartment. She had no idea where the fly had gone. Part of her was glad for the silence, part of her missed the attention. She was honest enough to admit it.

On her phone, the notifications had stopped. Maeve picked it up, thumbed through the new ones. A single text from Mam, timestamped 6:42 a.m.: Love you pet. Don’t forget to wear green for the parade.

Maeve typed a reply, then erased it, then typed another. Finally she just sent a green heart emoji.

She had nothing in the fridge but a half-loaf of Wonder Bread and a single can of Red Bull. She ate a slice of bread plain, drank the Red Bull warm, and then sat on the edge of her futon, legs splayed, belly round and perfect in the hush of mid-morning.

She had never been good at planning. She was good at getting through, at improvising. This, she thought, was just one more test.

She opened her phone again, deleted the last video from the thread, and took a selfie. The face in the picture was pale, puffy, and wild, but the eyes were as green as a planet, and the belly in the foreground looked like the moon about to crash through her core.

She captioned it: Living my best life, xx

And for a minute, she believed it.

Then, with the patience of a hangover saint, she began to plot her escape.

Defiance

Maeve Brennan’s first attempt at dressing went about as well as an octopus trying to wear a bra: futile, panicked, and humiliating. Every motion made the thing inside her slosh and thud against the walls of her own skin, as if her womb were a washing machine with one brick in the load, set on the “delicate” cycle. She peeled the sticky shirt from her back, half-expecting to find something attached, some squirming afterbirth, but it was only her own sweat and the glimmer of dried gold glitter.

The shower was already running, sending up a fog that clung to the medicine cabinet and rendered her reflection impressionistic. She was grateful for that. When she stepped in, the water struck her belly first, hot and unrelenting. Maeve braced her arms against the plastic curtain, then surrendered. The pressure was like being wrapped in a warm sack, or perhaps in the mouth of a very attentive python.

She watched the steam swirl around her toes. Out of the corner of her eye, something darker moved—a flash of green and blue, a glinting jewel in the toilet’s shadow. The fly. It had followed her. It was stalking the rim, legs twitching in prayer, wings folded demurely, its bulk too big to pass for normal but not so massive as to seem impossible. As she watched, the fly pressed its face to the porcelain and began to clean itself, tongue lapping in slow, sensuous arcs.

Maeve tried to feel only revulsion, but her body mutinied. A pulse of wet heat from below, an almost… appreciative flutter, like the last shudder after a spectacular fuck. It was an outrage. She pressed her forehead to the tile and groaned.

“Yer feckin’ joking,” she spat, the words muffled by the coldness of the grout. “Not even one morning of peace, you mutant pervert.”

The fly made no reply, just rotated in a tight little circle, displaying the full glory of its iridescence. Maeve squeezed her thighs together, trying to squeeze the sensation out of existence. She soaped her body viciously, dug her nails into the flesh along her ribs, then risked a hand between her legs. She was tender and engorged, not just with the usual aftershock of a long night but with something else—something slippy and insistent.

She rinsed her hand and checked: nothing visible, just a slickness that felt thicker, more substantial than anything she’d ever produced on her own. She spread her labia, squinting, and saw it: a clot of cream-white mucus, textured like the filling of a bad cannoli, studded with a faint pattern of grains. Maggots, her brain supplied, and she nearly fell backward out of the shower.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she hissed. She plucked the thing away, dropped it onto the drain, and watched the hot water break it up. The mass split into half a dozen tiny, squirming lines, each one wriggling for only a moment before the heat cooked it into stillness.

Maeve took it as a small comfort that at least her plumbing was superior to the average garden slug. She rinsed, then rinsed again, then stood under the water until her fingertips turned numb and her scalp started to tingle. When she stepped out, she wrapped a towel around her midsection like a makeshift papoose, gathering the loose ends and flareting them tight above her navel. The swelling had advanced since the hour before—her skin now looked painted-on, her navel fully everted, the veins beneath her flesh a thready river system pulsing blue and green.

She dried herself, then finger-combed her hair into something that read “presentable” if you were legally blind and in a hurry. She rummaged the bottom of her wardrobe and found an old band shirt—black and oversized—and a pair of leggings that still had some stretch in the waistband. She pulled the shirt over her head and let it drape over the belly, trying to flatten the curve. The effect was comical; she looked like a very hungover balloon artist or the world’s youngest soccer mom, depending on the angle.

Maeve caught her own reflection in the bedroom mirror. She almost laughed. Then the fly waddled out of the bathroom—unhurried, disgusting, obscenely pleased with itself—and the laugh curdled somewhere between her chest and her throat.

“You’re a right piece of work,” she told it. She wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t talking to herself.

Her purse was still on the coffee table where she’d left it, gaping open, the interior dark and wet-smelling. She upended it over the trash: a wallet, a half-used pack of gum, her keys, and a slow pour of last night that landed with a sound she would not describe to anyone. She looked at the fly. “The least you could do,” she said, “is clean up a bit.” The fly cleaned its face with one hooked foreleg, methodically, as if it already had.

Outside, the building’s corridor was empty except for the usual smell of burnt food and Febreze. Maeve took the stairs one at a time, feeling the extra weight with every step. The lower half of her body was a pendulum, swinging forward and forward again, never letting her forget the presence of the invader.

At street level, she found the day fully in progress. The block was full of cars, children, dogs, the sound of some very distant but very angry music. Her first instinct was to keep her head down, but the sun was too bright, and she needed air. She turned left, then right, then headed toward the pharmacy on the main road.

It was only half a block before the first woman stopped her. She was a decade older, maybe two, with perfect teeth and a stroller so big it could carry a grown man in a pinch.

“How far along?” the woman asked, her voice sugar and sunshine. Maeve nearly missed the question, assuming it was for someone else.

She blinked, then realized the woman was staring at her belly.

“six months,” Maeve lied, because “I just fucked a mutant fly and I think it laid its eggs in me” was not a conversation starter she cared to try.

“Wow! You look incredible. Barely showing anywhere else,” the woman cooed. She reached out as if to touch Maeve’s arm, then thought better of it. “Do you know what you’re having?”

Maeve shook her head, unsure whether to say “larvae” or just stick with “surprise.”

“First one?” the woman pressed.

“Yeah,” Maeve said. “Just, you know, wanted to see if I could do it.”

The woman laughed, like it was the most relatable thing in the world. “Oh, honey, the first is always the scariest. But you’re going to love it. There’s nothing like being a mom.”

Maeve managed a smile. “I’ll take your word for it.”

The woman drifted on, wheels squeaking. Maeve stood for a moment, hands pressed flat over her belly. For the first time, the fullness didn’t feel wholly alien. She imagined it—herself, as a mother, shuffling through a morning like this, buying juice and diapers, maybe giving her own little monster the talk about not eating paste. The thought was half nightmare, half hope, and it rattled in her skull as she resumed walking.

She was sweating by the time she reached the intersection. The belly was heavier than it looked; it wasn’t just mass but a weird centrifugal energy that made turning corners a circus act. Maeve found a bench in the tiny, sad park by the bus stop and collapsed onto it, splaying her legs and letting her arms dangle.

The world moved around her, at a pace just a click faster than her own. Mothers pushed strollers, fathers threw balls for their dogs, children screamed and tumbled and occasionally bled. Maeve watched it all and felt like she was in a snow globe, the glass just thick enough to keep out the real weather.

A little girl in a bright yellow raincoat ran past, holding hands with a boy her own age. They shrieked with laughter as they tried to catch the pigeons that were too bored even to fly away. Their mother followed behind, shouting half-heartedly, a coffee in one hand, a phone in the other. She looked up, made eye contact with Maeve, and smiled.

Maeve smiled back, but her face didn’t quite catch up to the emotion. The mother turned away, and the kids kept running, circling the bench in wider and wider orbits.

Maeve looked down at her belly. She let her palm rest on top, not to comfort it, but to assert ownership. For a second, the skin seemed to pulse beneath her hand. She thought about what might be inside—how many, what shapes, what hungers. She wondered if they’d come out looking like her, or like it.

She snorted at her own melodrama. Probably just a disaster of blood and mucus, followed by a night in county lockup or the ER. There was no way this ended with a christening.

Still, she found herself reluctant to stand up. The bench was shaped just right, supporting her hips and her legs, and in the warmth of the late morning, it was almost comfortable. Maeve closed her eyes, just for a second.

When she opened them, twenty minutes had passed, and the world had shifted: more children, more noise, more mothers and fathers and the little dramas of the street. Maeve took a deep breath, tasted the aftersmell of dog shit and hot pretzel, and willed herself to move.

The pharmacy was just ahead, the fluorescent sign a low-resolution promise of solutions. Maeve rose, steadied herself, and walked toward it. She passed another woman, pregnant this time for real, and the woman gave her a smile so full of solidarity that Maeve almost burst out laughing.

She wondered if she would ever fit in among them. If, someday, she might forget the feel of her own body being violated by something not of this earth. She doubted it, but the day was young.

The bells over the pharmacy door chimed, and Maeve stepped inside, already rehearsing what she’d say to the pharmacist.

She decided to go with “It’s a medical emergency. I need to not be pregnant anymore.” The rest, she’d improvise.

Resignation

The pharmacy was as bright and hostile as a hospital waiting room, all clinical whites and the eye-punishing blue of discount carpet. Maeve drifted through the aisles, glancing at boxes of diapers and vitamins, feeling the whole place conspire to remind her of her situation. She paused in front of the pregnancy tests—not because she needed one, but to sneer at the grinning, glowing women on the boxes. None of them looked like they’d ever spent the night with a mutant fly.

She queued up at the pharmacy counter. The pharmacist was a small, angular man with the beard of someone who’d never fully committed to facial hair. His name tag read “Gary.” He looked at Maeve, then at her belly, then back at her face. His nose wrinkled as if in anticipation of the worst.

“Hi. I need, um—Plan B,” she said, keeping her voice low and urgent.

Gary tilted his head. “That only works up to seventy-two hours, you know,” he said, voice flat. “When was your last—”

“Night before last,” Maeve lied, shaving twelve hours off the truth. “I just want to be sure.”

He squinted, then reached for a box under the counter. “It’s not going to work if you’re already—”

Maeve forced a laugh. “Just playing it safe, Gary. Gotta hedge my bets.” She slid her debit card across the glass.

Gary didn’t smile. He scanned the box, then hesitated. “You… you’re not on any other medications, are you?”

“Nothing that matters,” Maeve lied again.

He set the box in a plain brown paper bag and handed it over. The exchange was antiseptic, as if he were passing a prescription for rat poison to an actual rat.

Maeve took the bag and turned, then stopped. “Do you have, like, something for—” She made a vague circling motion at her belly, hoping he’d fill in the rest.

Gary blinked. “Prenatal vitamins?”

“Like, the opposite of that,” Maeve said. “Something for cramps or bloating.”

His frown deepened. “If you’re experiencing significant pain or swelling, you should see a doctor. Urgently.”

“I just need to get through the weekend,” Maeve said, a ragged edge under the joke.

He stared at her a long moment, then wrote something on a slip of paper and handed it across the counter. An address. “They do walk-ins. Sliding scale.”

She took it, crumpled it in her fist, and nodded. “Thanks,” she said, and meant it, sort of.

Out on the sidewalk, the air was heavier. Maeve ducked into the mouth of an alley two doors down, pressed her forehead to a sticky brick wall, and let herself sob, silent and guttural. Her belly pressed against her knees, the skin so taut it felt like it might split if she inhaled too hard. She wished for a cigarette, or a bottle of whiskey, or a time machine.

“Fuck it,” she muttered. “I guess we’ll see if they come out on their own.”

She wiped her face with the heel of her hand and straightened. There was only one thing left to do. She walked another block, found a dingy corner store, and bought a cheap bottle of gin and a disposable douche with the last of her cash. The woman at the counter looked at her, at her belly, and then at the gin. No comment, just rang her up and said, “Have a blessed day.”

Maeve carried the bag home like it was radioactive, a bundle of hope and futility all at once. She kept her eyes on the pavement and tried not to think about the next hour, or the next day, or the rest of her life.

On her way up the stairwell, she paused, hand on her belly, and made a silent promise:

This would not be the end of her story.

Not if she had anything to say about it.

Bargaining

The first thing Maeve did when she got home was check the apartment for the fly. Nothing. Just a faint crust of dried resin on the toilet rim.

“Figures,” she said, not even bothering to lower her voice. “He gets his rocks off and fucks off forever. Typical man.”

The belly was heavier now, a weight that seemed to drag her forward even as she leaned back against the chipped bathroom counter. She needed to pee, urgently, but the act itself felt like trying to pour out of a traffic cone—narrow, endless, and ultimately unsatisfying. When she finally managed, the stream was cloudy and viscous, and at the very end, a single, wriggling maggot plopped into the water with a microscopic splash.

Maeve watched it curl and uncurl, white as a pearl, already paddling for the drain. She shivered, then pinched it with a wad of toilet paper and flushed, holding the handle down for a full ten seconds to be sure.

Next: the douche. She ripped open the package like a savage, filled the bulb with warm water, and knelt on the bathmat. When she squeezed, the pressure made her groan, but a tide of slime and microscopic grubs sluiced out of her and into the bowl, each pulse stinging like she’d dunked her crotch in hot gin. She gave herself a second round, just to be sure. Afterward, she sat on the lid and caught her breath, palms pressed to her knees, head bowed as if in prayer.

The world, she decided, was disgusting and indifferent. It would not mourn her if she died tomorrow, nor would it throw her a parade if she survived. The only thing left was to eat something.

Maeve washed her hands for a long time, then dialed up the local pizza place and ordered two larges, one with anchovies and jalapeños, the other with extra pineapple. She wanted flavors that would burn the memory out of her mouth.

While she waited, she popped the cap on the gin and took three huge gulps, wincing at the burn. She didn’t bother with a glass.

She sat on her futon, but not upright; she flipped the cushion to the less-stained side and lay across it with her feet dangling off the armrest. The TV was already on, tuned to a documentary about the “Joy of Motherhood” narrated by a man with a fake British accent. Maeve watched a montage of glowing women stroking their bumps and smiling at ultrasound screens, all hope and pastel light.

When the first commercial break arrived, Maeve snorted gin through her nose. The irony was too rich; the television showed a plump, cherubic blonde in a pink maternity smock, floating an ultrasound photo toward the camera like a peace offering. “Every woman’s journey is beautiful,” the voiceover droned, the vowels round and lush. Maeve laughed so hard she almost blacked out.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she shouted, only then realizing her window was open to the street. “Is this what passes for a sign?” She cackled, then pointed her middle finger at the ceiling, at the god that wasn’t, at the fly and its maggoty progeny, at anyone who might be listening. “Go fuck yourself, for real,” she said, raising the bottle in a ragged toast.

It felt good—honest, bracing. She guzzled another slosh of gin and let herself slide further down the futon, lost in the warm undertow of alcohol and disbelief. Was this rock bottom? Hard to tell. The pizza arrived before she could decide. She peeled herself off the upholstery, threw on a bathrobe, and fished a crumpled twenty from her purse.

On the other side of the door, the pizza kid wore a beanie and the look of someone who’d seen it all already. He handed off the boxes without comment, but his gaze did flick down to the bulge under Maeve’s robe, up to the chartreuse roots in her hair, and finally back to the bottle in her hand. She grinned, her teeth sticky with booze, and he took a half step back.

“Not a word,” she said.

He gave her a mock salute and vanished down the hallway.

Maeve settled back on the futon, cradling the two hot boxes like babies. She ate slice after slice, alternating anchovy with pineapple, letting the salt and acid scald her mouth clean. With each mouthful, she imagined the little bastards inside her—whether they tasted what she did, if they ticked and writhed in outrage at the intrusion, or if they relished it, too. She ran her palm over the curve of her stomach and rolled a wedge of pineapple between her molars.

“You all like that, huh?” she said, addressing the belly. “Better get used to it. World’s nothing but disappointment and carbs.”

Later, with the television casting sepia shadows across the room and her mind fogged with food and alcohol, Maeve set her empty plate down and watched the veins on her abdomen pulse in lazy rhythm. Something pressed back, a gentle but unmistakable thud—like a miniature fist, or a snout, or a wish.

A thought flickered through her: what if she simply... let it happen? No more panic. No more violent purges or Plan B or clawing for the past. Just give in to the dumb, relentless forward motion and see who emerged at the other end.

She found herself half-laughing, half-crying at the idea. Her body already bowed to pressure—always had, always would. Maybe her soul wasn’t so different. There was a strange dignity in going through with it. Her belly rose and fell with each shallow breath, the skin stretched almost translucent, the veins beneath like some kind of subway map.

She watched the TV, not really seeing it, just listening to the parade of women talk about what it meant to be a mother. The cliches went past in waves: “It’s the hardest job in the world.” “You never know what true love is until you hold your baby.” “Nothing prepares you for it.”

Maeve snorted. “Nothing prepares you for being a maggot farm, either.”

She drank more. She couldn’t stop thinking about the fly. Where had it gone? Did it just buzz off to the next girl on the block, or did it die after breeding? Was she supposed to feel sorry for it?

No. She was supposed to feel sorry for herself. But she couldn’t, not really. There was a numbness settling over her, a chemical detachment from the entire project of existence. Even the maggots didn’t bother her as much as they should. She wondered if this was what true motherhood was like: surrender, resignation, the absence of fear.

The TV flickered, then cut to an ad for life insurance. Maeve reached for the remote, missed it, and sent it spinning under the table.

She lay there for a while, the pizza boxes gone cold and the gin bottle nearly empty. She watched the ceiling swirl and crack, the lines in the plaster shifting like the tracks of bored snails. She started to drift, not quite asleep, just numb and suspended, floating above her own disaster.

When she roused herself, it was dark. The streetlights outside painted her window in stripes. The apartment was silent, except for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft, regular pulse of her own heartbeat.

She felt the hunger again, not for food, but for contact, for something wet and violent and real. She dragged herself to the bedroom, peeled off her shirt, and collapsed onto the sheets.

They were still sticky from the night before. The memory made her shudder, but not enough to stop.

She reached for her vibrator, a cheap purple bullet from the bodega two doors down. She pressed it to her clit, turned it on, and waited for the sensation to build. Nothing. Just a dead spot, numb and useless, like her whole body had staged a walkout.

She swore, rolled onto her side, and tried again. This time, she let her fingers wander down to the folds of her labia, searching for any sign of life. She found only the goopy residue from earlier, a sour, slippery mucus that clung to her skin and wouldn’t wash away.

She dipped her fingers into it anyway, then pressed them inside herself, half curious, half desperate. The sensation was equal parts gross and electric, and for a second she felt a flare of the old pleasure.

She moaned, louder than she meant to. “Fuck it,” she said. “If this is what I am now, may as well enjoy it.”

She rocked her hips against her hand for a while, then stopped. The ceiling kept doing its thing. She tried again, lost the thread, and gave up. The vibrator had rolled somewhere. She didn’t look for it. Her fingers were still there but they’d gone stupid and slow, and at some point she realized she was just lying there with her hand between her legs, not doing anything, thinking about the fly.

She pulled the covers up. The sheets smelled like last night. She stared at the window until the streetlight stripes started to crawl, and then she closed her eyes, and the room tilted, and she let it.

She still needed something. She couldn’t have said what, exactly. Just—more. Different. The fly’s face kept surfacing behind her eyelids, those ridiculous multifaceted eyes, and she didn’t push it away.

She pulled on a hoodie and sweats, and slipped out into the night.

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Joe opened the door to the house and guided Sarah in, tugging her leash slightly to get her over the threshold. She looked up to him, hands by her side and almost bouncing. Although she loved any animals using and breeding her, nothing compared to her love for dogs and their knots. Just seeing a dog walking down the street makes her mind immediately go to being used by them and serving them. Dog cock is like a drug to her. Joe unclasped her leash and gestured with his head behind Sarah, “There’s a shower in there. Get cleaned up and dried off.” Sarah nodded and rushed to the bathroom while Joe went upstairs to get Buddy. Sarah tried to shower quickly but she kept finding more cum or dirt dried all over her, even in places she didn’t think she could get cum or dirt. Once she got every inch of herself clean she stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel and looked at herself in the mirror. She took a deep breath and almost didn’t recognize herself. Being fucked and used by animal cock was always just a dream, a fantasy, and now it was so real and she knew, in that moment, she knew she could never go back. She started reminiscing about Brutus and Ajax and Samson and how helpless she felt and how she was completely at their mercy. She let her hand slide between her legs and she was already wet again, getting off to how full she was. She must have been making a little too much noise because she heard a sharp knock at the door. She yelped slightly and covered her mouth and heard Joe through the door, “I told you to shower, not get yourself off slut. Get out here.” 

Sarah rushed to the door and as she flung it open she was met with Joe, holding her leash with, not an angry look on his face, but with a look that degraded her with his eyes, “Have a little bit of fun in there dreaming about this morning?” Sarah blushed and lowered her head, “Yes Sir. I couldn’t help myself. It was just a dream come true” Joe clipped her leash back on and lifted her head with it, “You were in there dreaming about cock when I’ve had three waiting for you out here.” Sarah snapped up, “Three?! Really?!” Joe smirked and pulled Sarah into the living room where three dogs were sitting and waiting. Buddy the Golden Retriever, Trooper the German Shepherd and Raider the Bullmastiff. Joe heard Sarah audibly gasp when she saw them and saw that they were already getting hard for her. “They’ve all been raised as breeders and when I give the command that they get to breed, they almost instinctively get turned on and ready.” Sarah was practically drooling. She needed them. She’d never been with three guys at the same time, let alone three dogs with three huge knots. She took a few steps forward but felt Joe hold her back by her leash, “No no. You don’t get to touch them yet. You’re their fuck toy. That means they use you how they want.” Sarah spoke without taking her eyes off of the dogs, “Are you going to be fucking me too Sir?” Joe walked up to her and kissed her neck, “Not this time. I’ll be controlling them and guiding them to fuck you. They tend to lose control so I have to rein them in.” Sarah bit her lip hard, “I mean… I wouldn’t mind them losing control. Just a bit.” Joe laughed a little and pulled Sarah in for an actual kiss, “You’re such a slut.” Sarah blushed right before Joe grabbed her leash and dragged her right up to the dogs, “Pick one.” Joe said it so calmly, like picking something at a grocery store. Sarah didn’t hesitate, “BUDDY!….uh I mean…I choose Buddy.” “Trooper. Raider. Couch. On your back.” The two obeyed. Hopping up onto the couch and laid on their backs, propping themselves against the back on the couch. Their legs were spread and Sarah could see their cocks hanging down. Joe grabbed her collar and dragged her over and pushed her down to her knees, "You're going to switch off sucking these cocks, got it?” Sarah nodded happily and started rubbing them, one in each hand. Making sure they were as hard as possible for her. And just before she took Trooper into her mouth Joe grabbed her waist and lifted her up, making sure her pussy was up and exposed. Then Joe gave another command, “Buddy. Eat.” Sarah watched Buddy run behind her and he buried his tongue into her cunt. Sarah gasped and dropped her head to the edge of the couch, “FUCK!” was all she could manage to push out through clenched teeth. Buddy’s tongue was everything she’d hoped for and more. So long and wet and aggressive and almost like he knew what he was doing. He was licking every inch of her and even teasing her clit. She’d never been eaten out like this before by anybody. Nobody could compare to dog tongue. Sarah was moaning and gasping with her face still buried in the couch in a desperate attempt to muffle herself when she heard Joe’s footsteps come close. She let out another “Fuck” before feeling Joe grab her hair and pull her head up, “I didn’t bring you hear to just have Buddy eat you out. Now get your fucking mouth to work.” Sarah took a split second to compose herself and then practically threw herself at Scout. She started at the base, slowly running her tongue up and down the shaft, moaning deeply, almost primally. Then she wrapped her lips around the side of his shaft but they didn’t even make it halfway around him, his cock was too thick. But she still tried, gliding her mouth up and down his throbbing cock, trying to coat the entire thing with her spit. She slipped her mouth off and stroked him fast before finally trying to take the head into her mouth. She struggled at first with his girth but kept trying, kept forcing her mouth wider. Finally the tip slipped past her lips and filled her mouth. Sarah yelped happily and started to take him deeper and deeper. Her lips stretched around his shaft as the tip pushed into the back of her throat. She pushed herself as deep as possible with one last push before she choked loudly and pulled herself off of Scout’s cock. Her drool poured down is cock, coating his shaft and his knot, leaving it glistening. Then Sarah spit out even more drool into her right hand and started stroking Raider’s cock with it. Her hand glided with ease, lubing Raider’s cock and making him twitch under her hand. While she stroked Raider, she went back to Scout. She wrapped her lips around him again and tried going slowly but she couldn’t stop herself. Once she tasted him she immediately went back to trying to force him as deep down her throat as possible. Choking and gagging herself, her lips a hair away from his knot. That’s what she wanted, that was her goal. That knot. But just as she got to it, she pushed herself too far and had to come up, gasping for air and relief. As she was catching her breath, Buddy continued licking her aching cunt and started to focus on her clit again, sending a wave of pleasure like she’d never experienced. His tongue was perfect and with her hands on two thick dog cocks, Sarah was losing all sense of herself. She couldn’t even think. She needed to please their cocks. She bit her lower lip hard, moaning and savoring Buddy eating her out but she knew she couldn’t sit there and do nothing. She perked back up and turned her attention to Raider. His cock was bigger than Scout’s and was curved down towards her, practically staring her in the eye. She laid her tongue out and gently rested it on the underside of the tip of Raider’s cock. She hesitated for a second and looked up at Joe who smiled in approval before she thrust herself forward, her tongue still out, and took nearly all of Raider’s cock into her throat. She gagged hard but kept him buried in her throat, going so far as to try and shimmy him deeper. She couldn’t get enough. She slowly backed herself up, enough to clear her throat and get a breath through her nose before forcing herself back down over and over. She got into a rhythm like a machine, throwing herself forward and ramming Raider’s cock down her throat again and again, with a loud choking sound every time. “Good girl” she heard from Joe in almost a loving caring way, like it was his cock in her throat. Sarah looked up before slipping Raider’s cock from her mouth, “Thank you Sir!” she said through her deep pants trying to catch her breath. She kept stroking both dog’s cocks before spitting on Scout’s cock to lube it more before licking and kissing his knot, still looking up at Joe for approval, her eyes both desperate and hungry. Joe leaned down and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, “If you want to please his knot, you’re going to have to do it with the rest of his cock down your throat.” Then he palmed the back of her head and pushed her back down onto Raider’s cock, pushing her lips down to his knot. Sarah’s eyes grew wide and her throat bulged with Raider’s girth. She composed herself for a moment and then pushed herself further down, finally getting her lips around his knot. The feeling of his knot in her mouth was driving Sarah crazy. Her throat and lips ached from being stretched but the pleasure and lust pushed it from her mind completely. And as Raider filled her throat and mouth Buddy was still relentless. He seemed to love the taste of her. She was moaning deeply onto Raider’s cock from how unbelievable Buddy’s tongue was. And Buddy wasn’t just licking her pussy, his tongue slipped up to her ass too, something Sarah never felt before but loved. Then something unexpected happened, Sarah felt Joe’s hands on her ass. She was going to look back but lost all sense of herself once she felt Joe push something into her ass and fill it. She was finally cumming and couldn't stop herself. Buddy’s tongue on her cunt, Joe filling her ass and Raider’s cock pulsing in her throat were all too much for her.  She yanked her head back off of Raider just in time to groan out, “Fuck I’m cumming. Fuck!” before giving in and cumming all over Buddy’s tongue while still stroking Raider and Scout. Her body tensed and shook and finally relaxed, her shoulders and head falling down between the two dogs on the couch, only being held off of the ground by her hands gripping South and Raider. She was breathing heavily and composing herself, when Joe walked over, “You think you get to cum and none of them do? That’s hardly fair.” His voice was back to being sweet but still demeaning and Sarah knew he was right. She pulled herself back up, quickly looked back and saw that Joe had put a tail plug in her ass, “If you’re going to be a dog slut you might as well look like one.” Joe said before turning her head by her hair back to Scout. She needed his cum. She started licking and sucking his knot again, coating it and leaving it glistening and dripping. Then she started sucking him again. She started back slowly on his tip before easily pushing herself down. She wasn’t even gagging anymore. Her throat was so used to dog cock that it was almost second nature to have it in her mouth. She even loved the feeling of shaking her head side to side, sliding his cock deeper into her. Then, for the first time, she let go of Raider’s cock and used both hands on Scout’s. She held just the tip in her mouth and was using her tongue as best as she could. Swirling it around the tip while both hands pumped up and down on his cock, gliding easily and even pooling all of Sarah’s spit and drool on top of her hands. It was messy and slopping and exactly how Sarah wanted it. She throated him again, sliding her hands down around his knot ahead of her lips, making sure to pleasure every inch of his shaft. She bobbed her head a few times to get her lips around his knot before coming up for air, her lips and chin dripping saliva back onto Scout’s cock. She stroked him hard with both hands while she caught her breath and finally felt his hips thrusting up into her hands and felt him twitch. Sarah bit her lips and stroked him faster and faster, making sure her hands slipped over the tip of his cock and all the way down to his knot. She knew he was cumming and she was desperate for it. She kept stroking and started bobbing her head back on him, not taking him as deep as she could but going quickly, practically coaxing his cum out. And after what seemed like an eternity and without any further warning, Scout came. He filled Sarah’s mouth with a huge load of warm cum, coating the inside of her mouth with most of it being forced directly down her throat. Sarah kept her lips wrapped around his head while her hands stroked him, trying to get every drop out of him. Once Sarah didn’t feel him cumming anymore she slipped her mouth off while making sure she got the last drop in her mouth. She stayed on her hands and knees and looked up at Joe with a mouthful of cum, opening wide so he could see all of it, to show what a good job did. Joe smiled down at her, “Now be a good girl and swallow.” Sarah snapped her mouth shut and swallowed every drop with a smile on her face before dropping her mouth open again and sticking out her tongue to show her mouth was empty.

Now Sarah had been so distracted by Buddy licking her pussy and the two juicy cocks in her mouth that she didn’t even notice Joe moving a rectangular ottoman into the living room with them. She especially didn’t notice the cuffs mounted to each side of the ottoman. As she was gliding her tongue up Raider’s cock trying to ger him to cum next, Sarah heard Joe give what she thought was the worst command, “Buddy. Stop. Sit.” And Buddy obeyed, sitting back and looking up at Joe. Then Sarah felt Joe’s hand grip her hair and pull her back away from Trooper and Raider. She looked up at him innocently, drool still running down her chin and long strands of saliva falling down to her tits, “Why’d I have to stop?” She said, almost pouting. Joe just smirked and shook his head, “I told you I’d be in charge of this. And I’m giving them more fun with you. Now lay on your back on the ottoman.” Sarah looked back at the ottoman, still wondering when it got there and climbed on. She laid on her back so her butt was still on one end but her head was hanging off of the other. Then she felt Joe cuff her wrists to the side of it. Her head snapped up for a second before she saw Raider walking over to her, his cock still glistening with her saliva as it hung beneath him, swaying side to side. He walked around the ottoman, placed his front paws on the ottoman near Sarah’s tits and now his cock was hanging inches from Sarah’s head. “Now. Lean your head back, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Joe said almost sweetly. Sarah looked up at Raider’s cock and then back at Joe, “Uh are you sure sir? He’s so big!” Joe quickly grabbed Sarah’s throat and made her look directly into his eyes, “I didn’t tell you to question me or hesitate. I told you to lean your head back, open your mouth and stick your tongue out slut.” Sarah bit her lip and nodded before dropping her head back with her mouth wide open and her tongue out. Ready for Raider. Joe stood back up and admired Sarah’s body before giving his command, “Raider. Fuck.” Raider bucked his hips forward and slid his cock into Sarah’s mouth and immediately down her throat. Sarah’s nails dug into the ottoman while Raider started using her throat. He was ramming his thick cock into her mouth relentlessly, forcing loud choking and gagging noises out of her. She was helpless to him. She could feel her throat bulge with each of his deep, primal thrusts. Thrust after thrust slid effortlessly down her throat and with every thrust more spit and saliva filled Sarah’s mouth. Eventually her mouth was too full and her spit spilled out around Raider’s cock, running down her face and covering her eyes and entire face. She was a sloppy mess but wouldn’t want it any other way. She was his to use. Then she heard “Wait.” Raider stopped his hips and backed his cock out of Sarah’s mouth. Sarah gasped for air while drool and spit and precum poured out all over her. She took a few deep breaths before Raider’s cock was right back in her mouth. “Gluck Gawk Gluck” echoed through the house with each deep thrust of Raider’s cock into Sarah’s waiting throat. There was so much precum and spit on her face that she couldn’t even see Raider’s cock anymore. She’d hear Joe give him the command to stop and she'd breath while she could but she never knew when Raider was going to thrust back into her mouth. She would be panting and taking a minute to herself when all of the sudden his cock would be rammed back into her throat. She eventually resigned herself to this. She was his toy. Her throat was just a warm hole for him. He was so rough and controlling and there was nothing Sarah could do. Eventually she heard Joe give the wait command and took a real moment for herself until she felt Joe tug her collar, “You disgusting whore. But you love it don’t you?” “Yes sir! I love it! I love being a dog slut!” She said happily but at the end of every sentence she’d lean* *her head back with her mouth open. Ready for Raider. She was already trained. Joe smiled again and called for Buddy to stand up. He scurried over to Joe and was still erect. Joe patted Sarah’s abs, “Buddy. Mount.” Buddy jumped up and put his paws next to Raider’s with his cock lined up with Sarah’s desperate cunt. Sarah whimpered in anticipation, not risking closing her mouth and missing Raider. Then came Joe’s command, “Raider, Buddy…fuck.” With perfect timing both Buddy and Raider stuffed their cocks into Sarah. Raider went so hard his knot pressed against Sarah’s lips, so close to sliding it fully into her. At the same time Buddy’s cock stretched her little cunt out as he fucked her. He seemed almost excited for this. Most animals fucked out of instinct but Buddy seemed like he’d really loved it. He loved dominating Sarah and filling her with his knot. He wanted more and he was taking it. After a few more deep thrusts, Buddy finally thrust his knot fully into Sarah. The feeling of his thick knot stretching her and filling her cunt practically forced a moan out of Sarah, if her mouth wasn’t filled with Raider aggressively fucking her. This was everything she’d ever wanted. She was being spit roasted by two thick dog cocks and she could swear they were fucking her so hard that they wanted to try and get their cocks to touch inside of her and she couldn’t care less. She was theirs. Just a mindless, helpless dog slut. Joe didn’t even need to cuff her. She was never going to fight back or resist. This is all she ever wanted. Buddy was fucking her so hard that she had to slide Raider’s cock from her mouth to look up and watch Buddy fuck her. She held onto Raider’s cock and watched Buddy fill her, watching his thick knot stretch her out over and over again. “Scout. Come.” Sarah gasped out when she saw him still on the couch. He trotted over and looked at her and she looked desperately up at Joe, “Please can he lick my clit while I get fucked? Please Sir! Please!” Joe bent down and rubbed her clit gently, “Scout. Eat.” Scout rushed over and pushed Joe’s hand out of the way with his nose and started licking Sarah’s clit. His long rough tongue felt so fucking good, especially paired with Buddy’s cock. “GOD FUCK!” Sarah burst out before tossing her head back again, trying to keep herself composed. “Fuuuuuuuu…” Sarah’s mouth hung open, trying to swear as Buddy’s cock practically forced it out of her but Raider was too aggressive. Mid swear he rammed his cock back into Sarah’s throat, bringing his knot to her lips. She didn’t fight it or even gag. Her throat was fitted to him. Sarah groaned around his cock and felt her arms completely relax and drop down. There was nothing she could do and nothing she wanted to do. She was theirs to use and wouldn’t change a thing. Raider’s powerful hips fucking and bulging her throat while Buddy’s thick knot stretched her cunt was heaven to her. Then with Scout’s tongue pleasing her clit all she could do is try her hardest not to cum. She wanted this as long as she could. And as he used her more and more, Raider became rougher. His hips were fast and wild and primal. Forcing his cock into Sarah’s throat. Each thrust driving his balls into her face and his knot past her lips, stretching her mouth and lips but not deterring her. She was there for him and his pleasure and his cum. But no matter how much she wanted to focus on Raider, it was impossible to ignore Buddy and Scout. She lifted her legs wider and Buddy knew what that meant and knew what she wanted. He moved forward and started fucking her even deeper and harder. Sliding every inch of his cock out besides the tip before forcing it back in, completely and roughly filling Sarah every time. Nearly driving all of the air from her lungs. Each time she felt that knot stretch her out it forced another deep, growling moan out of her and right onto Raider’s cock. The two dogs had gotten into a perfect rhythm with each other. Each dog backing out and thrust forward at the exact same time, pinning Sarah between them. Using her like a toy solely for their pleasure and Sarah knew it was where she belonged. And with Scout’s tongue teasing and licking her clit she knew she was going to cum. She focused on Buddy and Scout but what finally pushed her over the edge was realizing her dream of being a dog slut had finally happened. She was getting spit roasted by thick dog knots with another licking her clit and it was more than she had ever dreamed of. After one last thrust by both of them, feeling both knots fill her at the same time finally made her cum. She tried to resist but she knew there was no stopping it. No asking for permission. No more resisting. She struggled against her restraints and arched her back while her muscles tensed. Her toes curled and she tried to moan loudly but she was muffled and gagged by Raider’s thick cock. After what felt like an eternity in heaven, Sarah’s body finally relaxed and she dropped back onto the ottoman, completely drained. She tried to catch her breath but Raider and Buddy were relentless, keeping their pace and aggressiveness. But then Sarah felt them get out of rhythm and she knew why. Buddy was thrusting faster and more erratically while Raider was taking longer and deeper strokes, holding himself deep in Sarah’s throat before slowly backing out. They were finally going to cum for her. They were finally going to fill her even more than Scout had and she was going to work for it. She tried to push her hips into Buddy’s and was trying to work her tongue around Raider’s cock and she was straining her neck just to keep him in her mouth longer. Then she felt a slight twitch on her tongue and her eyes widened and she tensed slightly. Raider was about to fill her mouth and throat and she knew she had to prepare herself for it. As Raider got closer to cumming, Sarah could hear Buddy panting and making noises she’d never heard before and knew he was going to cum too. Buddy thrust harder and harder and rammed his knot into her over and over and Raider followed suit. Sarah was moaning and gagging and fighting for breath when finally, at the same time, they both came. Both dogs thrust their entire length into her and came together. Sarah felt Buddy flood her cunt while Raider pumped rope after rope into her mouth and down her throat. Sarah couldn’t move, their cocks holding her in place. She’d never felt so full. Cock and cum filling her, flooding her womb and pouring down her throat. She didn’t think anything could cum as much as they were. There was so much that it was leaking around Buddy’s knot and dripping onto the floor under him. Sarah could have stayed like this forever. In this bliss forever. But the dogs were still dogs and they were done with her. They unceremoniously slid their thick knots out of her, walked to Joe and sat down, leaving Sarah panting and sweating on the ottoman.
End of Part 1

Sarah laid exhausted on the ottoman, cum leaking from her aching cunt and her stomach full of it. She was breathing heavily, her perfect chest heaving and her arms still locked in the cuffs. Buddy, Scout and Raider all sat next to her, staring her down, their cocks still hard for her. Joe walked over and uncuffed Sarah but she still didn’t move. She stayed arched over the ottoman, drunk on cum and cock, her head completely empty, like Raider’s cock had fucked all of the thoughts out of it. He reached down with a rag and wiped the drool and spit and cum from her face and eyes. She looked up to him and smiled her innocent smile, “Did I do good?” Joe smiled and wiped her cheek, getting a last bit of cum off of her, “You did so good but you aren’t done yet.” Sarah’s smile faded to confusion, “I’m not?” Joe lifted her by her collar so she was sitting up and then turned her to face the dogs, “Do those cocks look like you're done? Do those full balls look like you’re done?” Sarah eagerly shook her head ‘No’, Joe leaned down and whispered in her ear, “But no taking turns this time, you’re going to have all three of them inside of you at the same time. Stuffing and filling your slutty little holes, like the pretty little fleshlight you are. Understand?” Sarah was practically bouncing on the ottoman, “Yes sir. I understand. So I get that now right? Right?!” Joe laughed slightly at her enthusiasm, “Yes pumpkin, you get them all right now. Now come here.” Joe grabbed her collar and pulled her to her feet gently but he had to hold her to keep her upright because her legs were still uneasy. He turned her around and gently pulled her plug out, “You won’t be needing that anymore. Now Buddy, couch.” Buddy jumped onto the couch and laid back, his cock laying back against his stomach. Sarah was staring at it, biting her lip again. Joe leaned down to her ear, “Patience honey. You’ll get it soon. Now Raider, down.” Raider walked to where Buddy was on the couch and laid down in front of him and rolled onto his back, legs spread wide. Sarah’s eyes were darting between the two of them, knowing she’d finally get to taste Buddy and nervous about Raider even fitting inside of her. “Do you want to ride him slut?” Joe whispered sweetly in her ear, teasing her. Sarah didn’t break eye contact with Raider, “Please sir. Please. I need it. I can’t wait any longer. I feel so empty! Please Sir! PLEASE!” She was desperate, begging, hungry. Joe guided her over to Raider and had her straddle him before he guided her slowly down to her knees, her cunt just an inch or two from his cock. “Grind on it but no putting it in.” Joe barely had the words out of his mouth before Sarah lowered herself down and started grinding on Raider. His thick cock spreading her pussy lips as her hips rocked methodically. She made sure to always slide over his knot, feeling it against her making her even more wet. She stopped her long hip movements and focused on his knot. Short fast movements over his knot, grinding her clit onto it, brining herself so close to cumming that she fell forward and had to catch herself on the floor with her hands. She was moaning and panting and grinding her hips uncontrollably. Her head was hanging down when Joe grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks, and lifted her to face him, “Did I tell you that you could cum? Huh?” Almost mockingly. “No sir but I couldn’t resist! It’s too good! I need this! I can’t help myself! I’m a fucking slut for dog cock and I can’t live without it!” Joe let go of her face and let her head fall back down, “Fine. Cum you pathetic fucking slut.” Sarah loved just how degrading and demeaning he was. She grinded her hips faster and pressed down as hard as she could and then she felt Raider bucking his hips up into her. Her arms were shaking and they nearly gave out as her breaths became ragged and her moans broke into desperate gasps and yelps. She was trying her best to get into a rhythm with him but she could barely control herself. She needed him. She needed to cum for him. And after a few more seconds of her pressing her clit onto Raider’s knot and him grinding back into him, she did. It was an orgasm like she never felt before. Her arms gave out and she fell onto Raider, almost instinctively wrapping her arms around him as he kept grinding into her sensitive clit. She held him tight, trying to compose herself so she could keep going. She weakly lifted herself from his chest and lifted her cunt off of him. His cock was glistening and she couldn’t stop herself, she slid down and started licking him clean, licking her cum off of him slowly, letting her tongue glide up and down his shaft. The taste was addicting. She couldn’t get enough until Joe grabbed her collar and pulled her up. Her body lifted with the collar but her eyes stayed locked on Raider and her tongue hung out, almost trying to reach him again, “You pathetic slut. You couldn’t even keep yourself from cumming.” Sarah still couldn’t look away from Raider, “I’m sorry sir but I couldn’t help myself. He was too tempting.” Joe shook his head and lifted her to her feet, “Well since you came, now it’s their turn. So get Raider’s cock in your little cunt and get Buddy’s in your throat. Now.” The words had barely left Joe’s mouth before Sarah was over Raider again and lowering herself down. She grabbed his cock and lifted it to slide it inside of herself and noticed just how thick and heavy it was. She was nervous but couldn’t stop now. She slid just the tip in and then slowly began working him into her. Every inch of him stretched her more and more, coaxing out moans and yelps and swears. She had never felt full like this. She did well fitting him in until she got to his knot. She felt it press against her but knew she couldn’t stop. She took a deep breath and in one motion pushed herself down and forced Raider’s thick knot into her. “God FUCK!” The slight stinging of being stretched was overshadowed by how incredible she felt. Sarah settled herself, getting used to Raider and slowly riding him, letting his knot pop in and out of herself slowly. But as she slowly got used to Raider she looked up and saw Buddy get off of the couch and walk to her. He seemed like he was going to walk right past her before he jumped up and put his hind legs on her back, pushing her down onto her hands again. After the initial shock Sarah lifted her head only to be met with Buddy’s cock at her lips. He knew exactly what he was doing and Sarah was going to give him what he wanted. She opened her mouth wide and took Buddy’s tip into her mouth. That must have triggered something in him and he started thrusting into Sarah’s mouth. The feeling of the length of his cock sliding over her tongue and into her throat was addicting. A sensation she’d never felt before. Almost like it was made to be there and fill her throat. She was moaning around his cock and letting him fuck her face like a good girl. Just a hole for him to use. While she was riding Raider and letting Buddy use her, Sarah had almost forgotten about Scout but luckily Joe hadn’t. Once Sarah was pinned between two thick dog cocks, Joe brought Scout over and got him in position behind Sarah. He placed both paws on her back and weaved them in between Buddy’s. That’s when Joe, with the help of some lube, slid the tip of Scout’s cock into Sarah’s tight little ass. While she had been wearing a plug earlier, it was nothing compared to Scout. His cock slid in and was already almost too much for Sarah. His thick shaft stretched her tight ass and even with the lube it hurt a bit. She lifted her head off of Buddy and dropped her head again, “Fuck. He’s so fucking thick. Fuck.” She was swearing and getting her ass used to Scout while still stroking Buddy. Making sure she doesn’t forget about him. But as she got more and more used to Scout’s cock, the more aggressive he got. Ramming his hips harder and harder into her, forcing himself in right up to his knot. Sarah could feel Raider and Scout’s cocks inside of her, pressing against each other while they fucked her cunt and ass. She was so full she could barely handle it. Then she felt Joe’s hand on the back of her head and he pulled her up by her hair, “You aren’t here to just jerk him off. Get that mouth back on that cock and take him down to the knot or I’ll make you do it slut.” Sarah caught her breath for a second and panted out, “Yes Sir.” With Joe’s hand guiding her Sarah dropped her tongue out and took Buddy’s cock back into her mouth. Working herself down further and further, pressing him to the back of her throat, her lips longing for his knot. She pushed herself as far as she could, her tongue barely getting to his knot before she had to lift herself off to breathe. She panted heavily for a second before licking and sucking his knot directly. Wrapping her lips and tongue around it, kissing it, whatever she could do for him. Her lips were glossed with his precum and she was using it to glide up and down his shaft before throating him again, bringing her lips back to his knot. She was trying so hard to please Buddy and focus on him but she was so distracted by the other two. Scout and Raider were still relentless. Fucking her hard and taking turns forcing their knots into her. Almost like they knew to switch off to give her the most amount of pleasure. Sarah was moaning and gagging and choking and even whimpering. She was a helpless mess. Pinned between three thick dog cocks. She couldn’t get away if she wanted to but she never wanted to get away. She never wanted this to end. She was right where she knew she belonged. She even put her own hand on the back of her head and pushed herself deeper onto Buddy, opening her throat and mouth as much as she could and finally sliding his knot into her mouth. Her cheeks burned as they stretched around it but once he was in her mouth and down her throat she held him there. Bobbing her head as much as she could, gagging herself, her drool pouring out of her mouth and down Buddy’s balls. All while moaning uncontrollably from Raider and Scout. Scout got so deep in her ass but Raider’s girth stretched her cunt so much. Two different kinds of unbelievable pleasure. Sarah’s mind was blank. She was a mindless dog fuck toy. Her arms were limply hanging by her side, only being supported by the thick cocks deep inside of her. And just as she was becoming a truly brainless slut, Raider and Scout got even more into sync. Trusting their hips together. Forcing their knots into her at the same time. Every time they filled it forced out loud moans and yelps, only being muffled by Buddy’s cock in her mouth. Tears were streaming down her face, mixed with her own drool and Buddy’s precum but only from choking herself so much. She was so happy otherwise. So full. So useful. But then she noticed something with them. They started thrusting harder, more out of sync, more aggressive. Sarah got so excited. She knew they were going to cum and she wanted every drop. She was lifting her mouth completely off of Buddy’s cock and started throwing her head down while pushing her hips back against Raider and Scout, trying to make them cum. She needed it. Then all at once the dogs started thrusting hard. It took all of Sarah’s strength to hold her head in place for Buddy to use while Raider and Scout kept fucking her even harder, slipping their knots in and out of her furiously. Sarah even felt Buddy’s paws on the back of her head as he thrust up into her and held himself in place. At the same time Raider and Scout did the same thing. Ramming themselves as deep as they could, their cocks and knots filling Sarah completely and that’s when she felt it. All three of them came at once. Buddy pumped rope after rope of cum into Sarah’s mouth and directly down her throat. She tried to swallow it all right from his cock but it was too much. It seeped from around her lips and down Buddy’s cock. But Scout and Raider weren’t going to let any cum get wasted. Their knots stuffing her cunt and ass didn’t let any cum leak out as they filled her. She had never felt that much cum before. Her ass and womb were practically flooded with cum. Every time they pushed their cocks deeper into her, another full load of cum filled her. It was beyond anything she could have ever dreamed of. Her mouth and stomach and cunt and ass filled to the brim with dog cum and it was all hers. The elation it brought her along with being so full of cock and cum pushed Sarah over the edge too. She came almost in sync with the dogs. She couldn’t moan and scream with Buddy in her mouth but her entire body tensed, her nails digging into the couch and her cunt tightening around Raider. It was an orgasm that felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before and she knew she’d be chasing this feeling for the rest of her life. Dog cock and dog cum. She was completely theirs. Just a toy. The cum practically forced any remaining thoughts from Sarah’s head. Then she heard Joe’s voice, “Boy’s. Come.” Then Sarah felt Raider and Scout pull their cocks and knots from her and walk to Joe while Buddy pulled himself from her mouth and joined the other two. They all sat staring at Sarah, now on the floor, completely exhausted and thoughtless. They looked at her like they toy they knew her to be but she still had a smile on her face. 

“Boys, crates.” Raider, Buddy and Scout all rushed out of the room and up the stairs to the room where they all laid down to sleep, completely exhausted. Then Joe turned to Sarah. She was lying on her stomach on the hardwood floor, letting the cold floor cool her slightly. She was drained. Raider and Scout’s cum poured out of her cunt and ass while the remnants of Buddy’s cum leaked from the corner of her mouth. Joe knelt down next to her and started running his fingers through her hair, “You did so good little one. You made them so happy and took their cocks so well. I am so proud of you.” Sarah lifted her head and smiled weakly, “Thank you Sir, I’m glad I could be their toy.” Joe rolled her over gently and then picked her up and carried her through the house. Sarah pulled herself into his chest, nuzzling her head into him. Joe walked her up the stairs into his room where there was a large cage next to his bed. There was a bed in the cage with pillows, blankets, water bottles, snacks and a small closed box. Sarah looked down at the cage and gasped, “Is that for me?!” “Yes it is honey. Made specially for you but not yet.” Sarah looked up and frowned, “Why not yet?” Joe didn’t respond and walked her through the bedroom and into the bathroom where she saw a huge bathtub filled with steaming water, “You need to get cleaned up first before getting in your new bed.” “But what will I wear after the bath Sir? My clothes are still downstairs and they’re dirty too.” Joe set her down and handed her towels and a bath bomb, “You let me worry about that honey. Now get yourself cleaned up.” Sarah nodded and Joe left her to take her bath. Sarah dropped the bath bomb in and lowered herself in after it. The warm water soothed her aching body and she was finally able to relax. As she cleaned herself of drool and sweat and cum she reflected again at what she had been through. She had gone from dreaming about animal cock and using dildos to becoming a human fuck toy for an entire farm. She was shocked by her own sluttiness and depravity but she loved it and knew she couldn’t go back now. And then there was Joe, someone that not only encouraged and helped her with her desires, but that cared for her and wanted her to stay. She wasn’t sure where this would go or what would happen next but she was pretty sure she wanted to stay and keep it going. After cleaning herself off and calming her thoughts, Sarah got out of the tub and dried herself off. She walked out of the bathroom completely nude since she was so used to it at this point but found a set of clothes on her cage, folded neatly. There was her underwear that had been washed but with them was a pair of black shorts and a big purple hoodie. They had to be Joe’s. Sarah happily threw them on, the hoodie sleeves were so long that they were a few inches past her hands but she loved it. She loved knowing they were his and she was so comfortable. As she was looking at herself in a mirror Joe walked back into the room, “Feeling better?” Sarah nodded and walked over to him, eagerly waiting for an instruction. Joe smiled again, not his normal demeaning smile, but a warm kind one. He picked her up again and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, “I ordered pizza and it will be here soon. How about we watch something while we eat and then you can go in your cage, ok?” Sarah nodded in agreement and laid her head on his shoulder as he carried her back down the stairs. They ate on the couch, watching something that Sarah couldn’t remember because she was exhausted and still slightly in a daze. After they ate Joe carried her back to the bedroom and set her down in front of her cage. Joe saw her hesitate slightly so he turned her to face him, “It’s ok to be nervous but nothing bad will happen. I promise.” He kissed her forehead and she turned back to her cage and crawled in. Joe latched the door behind her and climbed into his own bed, “Goodnight my good little girl. Make sure you get plenty of sleep. You’re going to need it for when my friends come over tomorrow.” His voice was sweet and calming. Sarah perked up, “Friends? Who? More dogs?” “Nothing for you to worry about. Now, lay down and get some rest. You’ve earned it.” Sarah was nervous but realized that she couldn’t do anything about it. She got under her blankets and curled up in bed, “Goodnight Sir. I can’t wait for tomorrow.” 

Quick Synposis with tags: Lexie is a 33 year old married woman who is recently laid off and a bit lost regarding what comes next in life. A chance encounter with a strange stray dog shakes up her world and makes her question her sanity. This story obviously includes interactions with a dog, noncon, dubcon, substance use (weed and alcohol), light watersports, rough sex, humiliation, etc. If Lexie is the protagonist in this story, by the end I think you’ll find that Max the dog barely edges out Lexie’s own butt in the antagonist role. The story does not shy away from long, descriptive, porny scenes, but I also try to balance them with some degree of character development and emotional reflection, all tied together with a distinctly “millennial” tone and reference pool. The story is purely fantasy. (also /s on the title. I just became so attached to finding Max I can't think up something better).

Hey all, I'm Lexie. I started posting this story many months ago under a different account and ended up deleting it for various reasons. I got overwhelmed chatting with readers and just needed to step away from being online too much. The story got some positive attention though and I've found myself wanting to return to the project and finish it out with part 3. I'm hoping this will give me the motivation to do it!

When I originally started writing "Finding Max" it was simply intended to be over the top and shocking smut that would entertain my husband. I hope you can tell that my emotional connection moved past that and I had a ton of fun with these first two parts, despite some desire to revise things. Keep in mind the 30k word length, you're probably looking at a couple of hours to get through the whole thing. There's loads of sex and kink, but I also really enjoyed writing myself as a character in such an outlandish world and hope that you'll be patient enough to put up with the limited character building I attempted.

Disclaimer: this is purely a fantasy and I'm not interested in dicussing any IRL dog stuff. I also have no writing or editing experience so please cut me some major slack there! I do really love kind comments though!

So here's everything (reddit links):

Part 1 Chapter 1

Part 1 Chapter 2

Part 1 Chapter 3

Part 1 Chapter 4

Part 1 Chapter 5

Part 1 Chapter 6

Part 1 Chapter 7

Part 2 Chapter 1

Part 2 Chapter 2

Part 2 Chapter 3

Part 2 Chapter 4

Hope that's in order and stuff. That's all that's currently done! I do have an outline and progress on part 3 which is shaping up to bet the longest section yet. If you'd like some teaser discussion please comment below or message me!

(Red rocket. Retail. Sniffing. Cheating. Flirting. First meeting.)

It started with a normal day at the boring day job. Jaynie idly rocks on her feet as she stands behind the register with her phone out browsing secondary jobs. She has the skills and the experience to continue where she's at, but she doesn't want to be locked down in the nightmare of face to face customer service. Humans are so obnoxious.

A couple walked in with a German Shepard in a vested harness. Dogs are allowed in the store and a lot of local shelters and breeders will bring their dogs in training to the loud store to get accustomed to distractions and still listening. This one had dark fur and less of the common German Shepard markings, which made him stand out next to his owners: a very average out-of-shape couple that don't look to enjoy being near each other but put up with each other for some reason.

"Hello, welcome in! Need help finding anything?" Jaynie knew the drill with these kinds of dogs and this kind of couple. Don't acknowledge the dog until it is given permission from the one holding the leash, and don't make eye contact with the man or the woman will become rude quickly. She doesn't blame these women - Jaynie also was well aware of her slender frame with defined features all under well fitted, maybe even too tight for her, clothing. Insecurity makes humans miserable and jealous of those that enjoy flaunting what they have.

The guy smiled and started talking about a project he needs some things for. The woman with him rolled her eyes and said, "I need the bathroom," then handed the leash to the man. Jaynie nodded as she listened and suggested a few aisles to look at for the things he needed while trying very hard not to look at the whining dog that clearly wanted attention. After a small command to the dog, the guy thanked Jaynie.

"I can't help it. Is he a pure German Shepherd? His coat is gorgeous!" Jaynie asked as she glanced to the dog then made eye contact with the man. His lady friend had not come back yet - probably distracted by the clearance aisle near the bathrooms.

The man laughed and nodded. "Yes, a long hair! Do you want to meet him?" He told the dog to sit and stay before looking back at Jaynie. "His name is Dagon," the man said and the dogs tail went into a flurry of happiness to finally be given attention. Jaynie walked around the counter so she wasn't behind the register anymore, a treat hidden in her pocket ready for him. "Dagon, greet!" The man instructed.

What happened startled Jaynie! The dog stood up and immediately shoved his nose into her crotch, whimpering and tail wagging in excitement. "Oh! Very friendly! Hello big boy!" Jaynie said with her friendly, almost baby talk voice ahe always uses with animals, and pets the back of his shoulders. The man seemed startled as well but soon tugs on the leash. "Dagon heel! I'm so sorry, hon, he's just excited."

Jaynie laughed and pulled the treat out from her pocket and stood up straight. "Dagon, sit." Her voice was a sudden shift to seriousness and she looked directly at the dog. He listened and sat, then took the treat nicely from her hand with the praise of a good sit. Jaynie pet his head and ears a bit more as the man talked about still practicing with training, but Jaynie's eyes had wandered; Dagon seemed to have been a little more than excited to meet her as his member peeks out from the sheath. It looked so red and eager. I wonder what it tastes like.

"Anyway, I should go find my wife or I'll never hear the end of it," the man brought Jaynie out of her taboo thoughts and she smiled. "Well I will see you two studs again when you're ready to check out!" She teased, having no actual interest in the man but definitely wanting to touch Dagon again.

It took persuasion to get Dagon away. He stood up as needed but immediately went back to pushing his nose into Jaynie's crotch. She blushed deeply and gently tries to push him away but he whimpers until the man made a bark of an order that made both Dagon and Jaynie jump. The man's eyes were glued to Jaynie and he looked back twice even after he left the front and a customer came up to check out.

She's really good with Dagon. I bet she makes sure all the dogs feel welcome. She didn't even flinch at how he clearly wanted her sex. Am I going to have to deal with that every time he's in heat? The man's thoughts ran as he walked through the store and avoided people that might trying to give the dog too much attention. He got to the bathrooms and found his wife in the clearance aisle carrying multiple items they really didn't need. Dagon did not greet her and instead laid down as if pouting that he had to leave Jaynie up front.

"Took you long enough," his wife said, pulling the man out of his fantasies and back to reality. "I'm glad you got the dog but we can't bring him everywhere with us, you know? We have that vacation next month. I hope you got that dog sitter and house sitter lined up because I am not coming back to our house destroyed by that damned dog." This nagging happened throughout the store while random kids begged to say hello to the dog and parents had to explain what the vest was for.

As they walked back to the front with a full cart, mostly things that were not for the project he had talked about earlier, Dagon started to pull. The check out girl, Jaynie, seemed to be on a break and was leaning over the counter and chatting with the new cashier. Her perfect little butt, covered by tight fitted jeans, was hard to ignore. Dagon pulled forward and shoved his nose right against her crotch!

"Oh! Hello again, Dagon!" She settled down and pulled away from the dog, blushing deeply again. Without her work shirt on her nipples clearly poked through her thin tanktop. "I don't get to check you out today. Going home early because they don't have enough hours for us all."

The wife ignored her, rolling her eyes, and started putting things on the counter. "This better be clearanced because it was in clearance," she complained to the cashier, who started ringing her up.

As Jaynie walked out Dagon whined just a slight amount and the owner decided this was his chance. "Dagon needs to pee. I'll meet you at the car." He handed her a credit card then commanded Dagon to follow as he walked outside.

They caught up with Jaynie quickly once outside of view of the register. "Miss! Excuse me. Uh," he stumbled over his words as Dagon happily waged his tail and sniffed around Jaynie's feet. Jaynie had stayed there, smiling and gently patted the dog. "Do you need some extra cash? I need a dog sitter."

Both of them didn't know what the other was thinking, but they were very similar thoughts. Jaynie knocking on the door of his house wearing a cute workout skirt outfit and being greeted by Dagon's wet nose against her swollen clit. The man also wanted his hands on her if he could; his wife was a nagging woman with no kinky interests and barely any libido anyway. Jaynie wanted to know more about Dagon's growing dick.

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All characters are 18+

This little fantasy to be continued.

The soldiers rounded around the queen to protect her. They slowly walked the distance to the castle on guard, ready to defend their queen from any other hidden danger in the road. The trip lasted just a couple hours but it seemed like a day for Aelyth. She was exhausted and still drowsy from what happened, her body was sore, her pussy was still trying to recover from that unnatural cock, and her mind could not stop re-living the scene over and over again. She was looking at that poor guy being carried on a horse in front on her, he was unconscious, naked and chained. She tried to remember the stories her grandmother used to tell her when she was a kid, stories about all kind of monsters, stories about ancient times when humans and beasts had to coexist in the same world. They seemed to be just a myth, the kind of stories people tell to little kids, but what if they were not just a myth? What if those beasts were real?

She was not sure about what happened last night, not sure if any of it had been real or just a weird dream, so she discreetly ran her fingers between her thick thighs along her sore pussy, she noticed fluids still coming out of it and its texture was not common, not even the scent was normal. She was so immersed on her thoughts that she didn’t realize that her body was reacting to all of that, she was getting horny by the memories and feelings of that beast mounting her. Then she felt ashamed of herself, how could she be horny because of that? But the truth was that she hadn’t had that kind of sex in her entire life, not only because of how many times she came but also because of the intensity of all those orgasms.

But the convoy finally left the woods so the view of her castle brought Aelyth back to reality. People were waiting for her at the doors of her castle and she could see concern on their faces, so she made sure to let everyone know that she was fine, that the queen was finally at home. When she entered the castle, her son Boranin was waiting for her. The soldiers helped her to get down from the horse and then he ran towards her to hug her and kneel in front of her: “Mother!! Gods be blessed! You are alive”, he says. Aelyth put her hand on his shoulder and made him stood up on his feet. Then she confirmed him and the rest of her servants that she was ok, but she also needed some rest and she would go to her room for the rest of the day so she told her maids to prepare the bath for her. But before that, she gave orders to the soldiers about the strange guy they had captured. “Put him in the castle’s dungeons, and set 4 guards on the door. No one will enter his cell until I talk to him first”, she commanded. Then she went to her room and she took a long bath, enjoying her hands touching her sore body. She felt a bit better after the bath but also strangely horny so she laid on bed and began to touch herself, grabbing her big breasts with one hand and squeezing it while she was moving her other hand among her natural bush, exploring her pussy and her clit. She had always had a high sex drive but this feeling was different, she felt a hunger inside of her she hadn’t felt before. So she just continued using her hands to masturbate and cum over and over again until she finally fell sleep.

The day was starting to get dark when she opened her eyes again. The sun had already hidden in the horizon and the last moments of light were enlightening her room. She sat on the edge of the day gathering her thoughts about her current situation. The night before, she had been assaulted in the woods, and that meant that the insurgents were stronger than she thought, and after hearing the conversation the bandits had she was now pretty sure that the traitors were even inside the castle. She also thought about that moment when she was about to die, about those eyes glowing among the bushes before a beast came out and saved her killing all the bandits, but then it turned around and she ended being mounted by that monster in the middle of the road and making her cum so many times that she even passed out. But when her soldiers found her, the beast was gone and there was a young fragile guy next to her, which she had brought to the castle and was now locked and chained in one of the dungeons. She needed to confirm her hunch, she needed to know if her grandmother’s tales were true, she needed to know if that guy was a werewolf or if she just had lost her mind. That was her priority right now, she could not think about anything else rather than that, so she got dressed and decided to visit the dungeons.

Dungeons were in the most secluded area of the castle, so no one could hear the screams when someone was being tortured in there. King Yokel had used them for years to torture the enemies of the kingdom but now the dungeons were empty. Aelyth had stopped that cruelty soon after her husband has died, but she decided to use them to imprison this strange guy because she wanted to make sure that she would be the only one who would talk to him. She had a lot of questions for him, and she needed answers before she could move him to the regular prison. She walked down the stairs very nervous, not knowing exactly how she would manage the conversation but she couldn’t wait until tomorrow, she needed to get that curiosity and worry out of her chest. She was a merciful queen so she ordered some food for the prisoner and was bringing him water and some bread and cooked meat in a plate. She took the last steps until she was right in front of the dungeon. She told the guards to open the door and they obeyed, so she entered the dark, wet and cold cell with the guards behind her protecting their queen. She looked inside and saw the chains leading to a dark corner in the shadows, the guy was crouched down on the floor, trembling and shaking.

Suddenly she felt pity for him, he looked so fragile, so helpless that she ran toward him fast and kneeled in front of him. She put the food and the water on the floor and tap the guy on his shoulder. He jumped as soon as she touched him, sitting on the floor against the wall with scared and trembling with fear. The guards took their swords ready to attack him but the queen calmed down and told them to step back. Then she took off her robe and put it over him, covering him very tenderly and offering him some water and bread. He eventually relaxed a little bit, at least relaxed enough to start to drink and eat shyly. Aelyth felt so sorry for her decision of putting him in that cell that she almost cried of pity, that poor guy didn’t deserve that treatment, and she needed to do something to fix it so she commanded the guards to set him free of the chains. They doubted at first but the look she gave them was even colder than the cell they were in, so they did what their queen had told them and put the chains away from the guy, releasing his hands and feet. When they did, Aelyth asked him: “What’s your name, darling?”.

Her sweet voice made the guy stop eating and he lifted up his head. He looked at her with the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen, and she couldn’t avoid smile at him. He stammered at first before answering: “I… I’m… Leof. Leofsige Boltone”. His voice was so soft, so shaky that it almost made the queen’s heart melt. So she touched her shoulder once again and told him: “It’s ok. Can you stand up? Let’s get out of here so we can talk in a more comfortable place”. Then she helped him to stand up and when he did, she realized how small and fragile the guy was. There was impossible that he could be the beast who attacked her the night before, he was too slim and thin. She was way taller than him, actually he barely reached to the height of her chest. Aelyth was used to be taller than many men, even most of her guards, but she was amazed by how tiny he was and how helpless he looked next to her. So they both began to walk very slowly, with her royal robe covering his entire body. But when they were about to leave the cell, he suddenly stopped and started to panic. “Wait, wait, wait!!, he screamed “What time is it?”.

One of the guards said it should be around midnight, and then Leof freaked out. “Oh, no… Oh, no!!” he screamed “He’s coming”. The guards tried to touch him but he began to walk back in the cell. “It’s too late. He’s coming”, he mumbled. Aelyth asked him a bit worried: “Who is coming?”. And Leof cried out: “Kashgar! He’s here. Run!!”. The queen tried to approach him to calm him down, but as soon as she touched him, he pushed her away and threw her on the floor. Then two of the guards jumped on him to pin him down while the other two tried to help the queen to stand up. Aelyth was a bit stunned by the hit and also surprised by how such a tiny man could push her away so hard. And then fear came to her mind, she started to wonder if her worries were true, maybe the strength was because of the beast. But before she could alert the guards to leave the cell, she saw them flying against the walls.

Leof had pushed them away too, harder than he had pushed her, the royal robe was on the floor and now he was hidden in the darkest corner of the cell. Suddenly, Aelyth saw a couple of eyes glowing in the dark and she got petrified, she recognized those eyes, she would never forget that glowing. It was the same glowing she had seen the night before among the bushes right before the beast appeared and slaughtered the bandits. The guards took their swords and surrounded the queen to protect her, one of them bravely attack the darkness but they all heard a groan and the sound of the sword falling to the ground. When they could react, they were already covered by blood and before they could even move, a beast jumped on them and tore them apart. Everything happened so fast that Aelyth wasn’t even able to make a step, she was just standing there in the middle of the cell looking at her four guards dead in front of her. And then she saw the beast, the same beast she had seen the night before, starting to get on his legs among the dead bodies. The fear was taking control of her body and a word came out of her mouth: “Kashgar…”, she whispered.

But then a different feeling overwhelmed her, it was not fear, it was not horror, it was excitement. She felt the stir of being in front of that beast again, the thrill of having a magnificent creature in front of her, and that led her to a new level of feelings. She started to remember how that very same beast had mounted her roughly and wildly, she remembered the feeling of having her insides filled with loads of his sticky and thick seed. So now her eyes were not focused on Kashgar’s mouth and teeth, they were looking for that huge cock that had stretched her last night and when she saw the tip of it poking out all shinny among his fur, she felt her pussy tingling and throbbing between her legs. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her, it was like her brain could not think straight anymore, she just felt a primal need of being bred by that creature again and the more she thought about it, the wetter her pussy was getting.

So she decided to stop fighting against those primal desires and started to remove her clothes, exposing her mature body, showing him her big breasts and wide hips, giving him a view of her natural pussy and running her fingers along her bush to feel how wet she was. Then she stretched her hand towards him, with her fingers soaked by her juices as a peace offering, showing him that she was ready for him. The creature sniffed her fingers a bit and grunt, scaring her for a moment but then he started to walk towards her. She walked back until her back was resting on the wall of the cell, and then spread her legs a bit to give him better access, calling him with a sweet voice: “Come here, Kashgar. Is this what you want?”. Once the beast was in front of her, he stuck his tongue out and gave her a long lick that made her tremble and quiver. Then another one, pressing his tongue on her pussy making her moan. The beast continued licking Aelyth as she began to move her hips according the lapping, she even put her hands on his head to caress it and stroke the fur with her fingers. It didn’t take long until she felt her first orgasm coming, so she just held firmly onto the creature’s head and let her body explode of pleasure from the licking that big and long tongue was giving to her.

She was just still trying to recover from it when the beast stopped licking and stood up on his back legs, resting his front legs on the wall, scratching it with the claws. Aelyth was amazed by how big he was, just a few moments ago she was standing next to that guy who barely reached her breasts, and now she was the tiny one next to that creature. His cock was already out and it was poking on Aelyth belly, almost reaching her breasts with the tip of it. How could this creature be so different from that guy? Kashgar was the opposite of Leof. But she didn’t have the time to think about that because the feeling of his cock pressing on her belly was driving her crazy. So she decided to grab it with her hand and started to stroke it a little bit. As soon as her hand touched that enormous cock, the beast roared and grunted, so Aelyth kept doing it for a while, trying to move her hips up so she could also feel part of that huge virile member rubbing against her soaking wet pussy. That almost made her cum again but then Kashgar moved back and his cock moved away from her hand and body. The beast began to move from side to the side on the cell, trying to stand up again on her back legs a couple times, like he was looking for something. So Aelyth smiled and said: “I know what you are looking for, darling”.

Then she took a step forward, moving herself away from the wall. She could just take a few steps before the beast moved behind her, so she knew what was about to happen. But this time she was ready for it, she even was desiring it, so she didn’t wait until the beast jumped on her. She just grabbed the royal robe, she put in on the floor under her feet and then kneeled on it. And as soon as she did, she felt Kashgar’s body on hers, with his cock poking on her legs. The previous night she did all she could to escape from the beast, but now she was craving for it, moving her body to help him to find the entrance of her pussy. It was like now they were both two animals in heat, like she was begging to be filled again by him, like if something had unlocked inside of her and now she needed to be bred by the beast. This time both of them had the same aim, the queen was encouraging the beast to fill her and to make her feel so much pleasure again So he just needed a few tries before the tip of his throbbing cock could find the entrance of her throbbing pussy.

And when it did, Aelyth cried out in pleasure: “Yes!!”. That’s all she could say before she felt the rest of his incredible cock forcing its way inside of her. It was so big that it hurt, but this time she was begging for it, so feeling her insides being stretched by the beast’s cock was giving her so much pleasure that she immediately came. But obviously that didn’t make him to stop, it was like the beast didn’t even notice about it. Or maybe he just didn’t care about it, maybe he was so focused on pushing his cock inside her that it didn’t matter if his partner was cumming or not. So Kashgar started to thrust the queen fiercely, and she began to moan louder and louder, not caring about the noise because no one would hear her scream anyway. It was just the two of them mating and breeding like one of those tales from ancient times, the beast and the queen.

So the queen continued to be mounted by the beast for a while, cumming several times before she felt the huge knot pressing on her pussy. She knew what that meant, she knew the creature was about to cum and she wanted it inside of her very desperately, so she did her best to spread her legs and allow the knot to go inside. That feeling gave her another huge orgasm, not only because of the stretching but also because of having her insides filled to her cervix, the tip of his cock had already been hitting her cervix every time he went full inside, but now it was not only hitting but also pressing on it. It was so intense that she barely could stand on her four so she just fell on he floor, put her face on the robe and used one of her hands to touch herself. She could feel the knot pressing on her clit from the inside while her fingers were taking care of it from the outside, and that was driving her insane, she didn’t know how long she could last, how much more he could handle, how many more orgasms he will going to give her on that position.

Then, the beast growled and she felt a shot of thick sperm hitting her cervix. Then another one, and another one while she continued to encourage him to fill all her insides. When her pussy was completely full of his cum, she felt a huge orgasm coming closer until she finally came so hard that her eyes rolled to the back of her head and then she collapsed. Everything went blurry after the orgasm, and eventually she just passed out with the knot still inside, while the beast was still mounting her. She didn’t know how long she was unconscious, not even if it was day or night outside the dungeon by the time she woke up. All she could feel was the smell of sex combined with the blood of the guards, and also the coldness of the cell on her naked body. So she tried to move and cover her body with the robe, but it was all dirty and messy. Her body was very sore and she could feel some drops of thick cum still coming out of her pussy and running down her legs. Then she turned around and saw the same tiny naked man next to her. Kashgar was gone and now there it was just Leof again, trembling and shaking.

Her mind filled with thoughts about what she would do, there were a lot of answers she still didn’t have, but at least now she knew two important things: The first one was that Leof was definitely a werewolf, and the second one was that she wanted to be mounted and bred again by Kashgar.

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Here are the other parts: https://www.reddit.com/r/BeastFantasies/s/6ZzAkTjWWb

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