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Hello! Chapter 2 of my story, also available on AO3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/227345356

…Scratch scratch scratch….

“Uuugh...” I pulled myself up from the bed, my eyes aching to stay shut as a wave of fog washed over my head. “W–what is that noise?”

…Scratch scratch scratch….

“Ah, geez... is that... Duke?” I'd forgotten Chris said he would be in the house starting today. I rubbed my eyes awake, rays of sunlight spilling under the door and softly lighting the room. The scratching noise continued, the door shaking against the frame. I reached for my phone to check the time, but it was dead. “Ah, great.”

Ironically, the scratching seemed to stop now that I was awake, but it didn’t make a difference now that I was up. I stood up with a long stretch, my legs eagerly needing the room after lying cramped on the bed. I didn’t waste any time, taking my uniform from the closet and looking over it again.

It was a black-and-white maid uniform, ending in a frilly skirt with black accents, a white pair of thigh-length socks with little black bows on the ends, and a set of Mary Jane-style black slippers, along with a black maid headband with white fabric over the top.

At least I seemed to be getting an early start on the day. After stretching, I started getting dressed, beginning by taking off yesterday's outfit. As I caught a glimpse of myself, I was reminded of the pink device still securely locked to my cock.

True to Chris's word, the cage worked as intended. It didn’t slip off during the night or anything, and after a brief test with my hands, I couldn’t get myself out of it all, let alone even get a finger through it.

I started with the maid dress, but as I picked it up, something small slipped out of the inside, landing at my feet. It occurred to me that I hadn’t actually seen the uniform’s underwear until now.

In contrast to all the black and white, the item that slipped out was a light pastel pink pair of panties made from a delicate silk, with a frilly waistband and a pink bow on the front. True to its look, it was incredibly soft and smooth, my fingers glided over it with ease.

Was this part of the uniform? There wasn’t any other underwear in the closet that I could see… Not that I was against wearing them, they were pretty cute, but they just stuck out compared to all the black and white, is all.

If this was a part of the uniform, I didn’t want to get in trouble by not wearing it, so I stuck with it. After a moment’s hesitation, I slid the panties on first, lifting them up my slender legs, feeling the smooth silk trace upward until it reached my hips. I pulled it up over the cage, and surprisingly, it was a snug fit—especially for underwear that was fit for a girl.

It was strange; the moment they were on, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of what I could only describe as a “girliness” feeling. Like I was some sort of delicate flower.

With the panties on, I moved to the next item, the maid uniform. It slid up my body with relative ease; even for a girl's uniform, my body seemed perfectly adequate for it. Although it did seem to have a little extra room, closer to a baggy fit than a tight one. The sleeves of the dress stopped just before the top of my shoulder, exposing a bit of my collarbone and the tops of my shoulders, further enhancing the feminine 'girliness' feeling from before.

I adjusted the dress around, and once I was good with the fit, I moved on to the frilly skirt, sliding it up my legs, this time reaching my waist and securing it tight against the bottom of the maid dress.

Even without a mirror, I couldn’t help but admire myself. The outfit was undeniably cute—I felt a flush of pride as I gave a few playful twirls, the skirt fluttering and swirling around my legs, a cool breeze brushing along my bare thighs.

It hit me then just how short the skirt truly was—practically a mini skirt, leaving so much of my legs on display. I cringed, wishing for a little more fabric. One stray breeze or the wrong angle, and my panties would be out for the world to see.

Next, I moved on to the thigh-length socks, hoping they might help make up for the skirt's lack of length. I slid the first one on, getting a good feel for the fabric. It was very soft, almost like fake fur, but it looked mostly like a normal sock. I slid the other sock on, aligning them both up to about the same place on my thighs, the matching pair of black bows aligned together. Unfortunately, they didn’t do much to make up for the lack of length of the skirt.

I grabbed the headband, slipping it through my hair and settling it into place. The last thing was the black slippers, which admittedly gave me pause. Chris did say no shoes in the house... but then again, these were part of my outfit.

I decided to leave them off for now, figuring it would be better to just put them on later than get in trouble on my first day for having shoes on in the house. With my outfit mostly in place, I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself for the day.

Scratch... scratch scratch...

Oh... right. Duke. Shoot...If he keeps scratching the door, it’s going to get all scraped up, not to mention maybe wake up Chris if it hasn't already. Not thinking, I gently open the door and quickly realize my mistake.

The second the door opens, the weight of Duke pushing against it swings it open into the room, crashing into me and sending me stumbling back.

I freeze, my muscles locking, and my mind scrambling.

Duke surges into the room, his terrifying teeth barred growl reverberate through the room as he spots me standing.

I’m too frozen to comply, but as he gets closer, somehow I hear the voice in my head begging me to get low.

Just before he’s on me, I drop—dead low, as far down as I can go. My head sinks into the dog bed, arms tucked under my chest, knees drawn up in the fetal position. Too scared to look, I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it’s enough to keep him calm.

There’s a terrifyingly long silent pause, but much to my relief, the growling stops. The silence continues, only interrupted by the sinking of paws into the bed around me.

I start to open my eyes again, trying to a glimpse of what's happening, But the moment Duke sees my eyes open, he bares his teeth with another bone-chilling growl. I instantly yelp, jump-scared, and closing my eyes again, instinctively pushing my body even lower.

I felt his breath on my face as I cowered, and after what felt like an eternity, Duke finally turned his attention elsewhere. The familiar sound of his breath moves around my dress, starting on the back of my neck, my hairs rising in response. I still didn’t dare move, let alone make a noise if I could avoid it. He worked his way over my new uniform, along my shoulder blades, down my spine, and down to my lower back.

Then he got to my lower end, sniffing around my skirt, and suddenly the feeling of air brushing across my exposed skin had never made me feel so vulnerable.

There was another pause, only for it to be interrupted when the cold touch of his nose startled me. It started at my feet, his nose pressing through the fabric of my thigh-high socks and trailing straight up to my thighs.

Because of how I was positioned, and the shortness of the skirt, my whole rear end must have been on full display; the only real protection I had left now was my panties. As Duke trailed upward, the breath of his nose’s exhale quickened, and the snorting sound of his inhale strengthened as he began to sniff around my underwear. The wetness of his nose pressed against the silk, and my breath caught in my throat. He sniffed and pressed, presumably doing that thing I always see dogs doing to other dogs' rear ends again.

But after a few moments, he retracted, taking a few curious sniffs around my other side before I finally felt his footsteps trot out of the room.

I let out a deep, deep sigh of relief, ironically collapsing even further back on the bed. I couldn't be more glad that was over... There was no way I could make that mistake again. If I just always stay on all fours, I’d be fine, right?

After resting and recovering my breath for a few minutes, I finally got back up on my hands and knees and moved to the door. I winced when I saw it. Right where I heard the scratching, sure enough, Duke’s claws had scraped somewhat noticeable lines on the door. Great… Chris was not going to be happy.

I made my way into the hallway, first spotting that Chris’ door was still closed. I figured he must still be asleep; somehow, Duke’s scratching hadn’t woken him up yet. Taking advantage of the quiet, I decided this was the perfect chance to get a head start on my work.

I got to the top of the stairs and considered my way down. There wasn’t a sound or sight to see in the house, and no sign of Duke. For a brief moment, I considered just getting up to quickly go down the stairs, but my fear won out. I couldn’t upset Duke again.

Slowly, I made my way down the stairs on all fours, which quickly became my crash course in doing it right. If I couldn’t get this “all fours” thing down, I’d probably lose the job and this sweet opportunity. I was just gonna have to get through it. I got myself into a good rhythm, taking one stair at a time, and before I knew it, I had reached the bottom.

Pride swelled in my chest as I finally reached the bottom. The cushioned floors and stairs were a godsend. I kept on, turning the corner toward the kitchen, almost colliding with Duke as we turned the corner at the same. He paused, studying me briefly, then went about his business as if nothing was unusual.

Whew… that wasn't going to get easier. But once I got to the pantry, I realized I was going to have another issue. I could open the refrigerator and the pantry, sure. But cooking? How was I supposed to reach the stove without standing...?

I knew Chris would probably be asleep for at least a little bit longer; the scratching at my door definitely gave me a good early start. If I could get Duke fed, maybe I could just, close the basement door while I cooked? I felt a bit bad about that though, it would be like tricking him if I closing the door on him, just so I could stand. It felt wrong, but... I wouldn’t be able to cook anything without doing it. There was also the fact that, I didn’t really know what to make for both of them.

I took a look in the pantry, making sure to open the door without disrupting my posture. I moved inside and took a look around. To my surprise, there was a section at the bottom end of the pantry that seemed to be for Duke. An assortment of vegetables, oats, grains, and water. I grabbed a few of each and checked the refrigerator.

Like the pantry, a section was designated for Duke, with an assortment of proteins and precooked fillers like brown rice and frozen veggies. I grabbed some of the assortment and set it all together on the floor. I got a plate from a drawer, began setting up a well-put-together plate of food, and assembled it in an appetizing display.

After a few minutes of careful preparation, I was finally satisfied with it. As much as I could without a way to heat anything up. When Duke sees I made him this, he’ll have to forgive this morning, and hopefully It’ll put me on his good side.

I awkwardly hold the plate, finding a way to crawl with it in hand all the way to the basement stairs. Just like before with the other stairs, I make my way down one step at a time, and I seem to be getting the hang of it.

Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn’t allow any delay and went straight to Duke’s playroom. Oddly enough, there was still no sign of Duke; I wasn’t sure where he’d gone off to. I had hoped to show him what I made so he at least knew I did it.

I made it into his playroom, which I noticed was now being left open. I set the plate down next to his food dish and hobble back over to the side pantry. To my appreciation, Chris had already moved some of the water jugs down to my height. They’re still super heavy for me, but I do my best and lug one back to his water dish. I take off the cap and refill it, exactlty like the night before. Once it’s all in, my eyes settle back on the plate of food. I’d hate to waste all the effort I put into it by just dumping it in the food bowl…

It’s then that I hear the unmistakeable sound of Duke going down the stairs, nails clacking mixed with the heavy weight of his steps. Instantly, I perk up, straightening my posture and reassuring myself I’m in the proper position, even though I was already on all fours. I don’t move, holding the plate of food in one hand as Duke enters his playroom. He comes right up to me, inspecting his water dish briefly before moving to me, giving my face a quick sniff, then lowering down to the food.

I set it down gently for him and take a few knees backward to let him eat, watching closely to see if he likes what I made him.

He dives right in eating the food on the plate; myself desperate for any sign of his appreciation. His tail seems to sway a bit quicker, and he doesn’t back away from it, but nothing definitive yet.

So until I’m sure he likes it, I remain there next to him watching patiently, Duke taking the occasional glance in my direction. It’s then that I remember the whole plan was to cook while Duke was eating. But, there was no way I’d have enough time for that plan now.

Sure enough, while I was deep in thought, Duke had finished the plate of food and took a few satisfied laps of water from his dish before turning back to me. I made sure to avert his gaze, looking downward since I know he doesn’t like that. But to my surprise, instead of the inspecting sniff, or a terrifying growl...he takes a long wet lick across my face.

“ah--he...Duke!” I whined, trying to wipe his slobber from my face. It was mostly water, but still, I wasn't a fan of him doing that. In his defense though, I was waiting for a sign he liked the food. I could only hope that's what it meant, and hopefully the meal earned me a few “doggie points” with him. I definitely needed to make up for earlier.

Duke doesn’t stay around, though, walking over to the big doggy door and waiting. I suppose I did need to take him outside to use the restroom, although, the doggy door was always open, so Duke didn’t really need me to do that. But it was probably a good idea to go with him; I could at least say that I did, and maybe if I threw his ball around a bit, it would make him happier with me.

Duke waited for me to go out first, so I easily slipped through, followee by Duke widely stepping through behind me. As soon as we were clear of the door, Duke bolted through the yard. For a dog his size, I was impressed with how fast he could go. He really could do it all.

I realized now this was probably the time to have my shoes on, then again, it wasn't like i'd be walking. Really it was going through the grass in my new uniform at issue. But I wasn’t sure what else I could do about that. I was supposed to watch after him and take him out, not sit here at the door.

I took a few strides into the grass, adjusted my hands and knees to the subtle differences of moving on it rather than on the padded floors, and followed after Duke.

It wasn’t long before Duke spotted me, and he came running toward me just like he did yesterday. Knowing him didn’t make it any easier. The sight of him running at me was still so intimidating, I froze like a deer caught in the headlights. He stopped a few paces short of me, and that’s when I spotted his signature red ball held up in his mouth, covered in slobber.

"Oh..." relaxing a bit, Duke dropped the ball in front of me, as if expecting me to throw it. I picked it up, trying to avoid all the slobber, and gave it my best toss. Sure enough, Duke bolted after it, and after a few seconds of playing with it, he ran right back to me with it for another go. I threw it a few more times for him, and I slowly got more comfortable with him.

So comfortable infact, I got an idea. The next time he returned with the ball, he dropped it, taking a seat on his hind legs, and panting to recover. While he took a rest, I slowly raised my hand upward. I inched it closer and closer towards him, gently offering it up to him.

He looked at it curiously, and I stopped to let him sniff my hand first. When he was satisfied, I continued, slowly reaching the top of his head and…..

I pet…very gently.

The reaction was slow. But as I got more comfortable with it, Duke began to wag his tail and lean against me. I petted with a bit more pressure, with longer strokes against his head, going down his back, and at this point, Duke stood tall, stepping toward me. He wanted more petting.

I tried my best, but it was hard with the height difference between us. The farthest I could reach comfortably now was just below the top of his head. Duke was still loving it, though, and he clumsily walked closer against me, nudging me and almost knocking me over from his sheer weight.

But coincidentally, his moving around made my hand land in a spot just behind his ears that I think he really liked. He twisted his head, pushing against my petting hand and tail thwacking through the air. Whatever spot I was petting behind his ear must have felt really good.

Duke couldn’t seem to handle it for much longer, as it made him so excited he couldn’t stand still. He bumped into me a few times now, walking in circles and nearly sending me off balance a few times. Then he turned to me and pressed his nose to my face before trying to give me a few long licks. He only managed to get one on my cheek before I was somewhat able to shield him from my face, bowing my head lower so he couldn’t reach it.

But as soon as I did, there were a few careful sniffs of my hair, and suddenly I felt something pulled straight off my head. Before I could figure out what happened, Duke took off with speed, running around the yard with something lodged in his mouth.

I felt the top of my head with my hands, and suddenly I figured out what I was missing. Duke must have run off with my headband…

“c–crap.. d--duke!” Chris isn’t going to be happy about this either, if he sees that not only am I not in full uniform, but I've also lost the headpiece before breakfast.

I try to follow after Duke, but he runs so quickly and far through the field that I lose sight of him. I try a few different directions, but after a minute, still nothing. Eventually, after moving a bit farther from the house, Duke appears again, running from the direction near his doghouse out in the distance. When he comes back to me, though, he stops just in front of me, only now his mouth is empty.

“Uh! Duke! W–where’d you…put…”

Duke completely ignores me, and as if to add insult, he decides now is the time to use the restroom. I turn the other way, allowing him privacy to do his thing, but also not exactly wanting to see him do all that either. Once he’s finished, he steps back over to me on the side. He seems tired; he probably needs to go back inside now.

Duke starts walking ahead before I can try to guide him, but luckily, he seems to have made the decision himself that he's going back inside now. I follow him, Duke seemingly taking the extra effort to slow his pace a bit so I can keep up with him. After a decent trip back to the house, Duke goes straight through the doggy door, and I follow right behind.

To my surprise, Chris is standing in the playroom looking down at both of us as I crawl through.

“There you two are!” Chris says, coming over and ruffling my hair, the bracelet with my cage key jingling next to my ear. I don’t know why he keeps doing ruffling ny hair, but I decided to let it go, it seemed to be just a quirk Chris had.

“hiii s–sir..” I said awkwardly.

“Oh wow…” Chris says, trailing off as he looks over me and my uniform. “That uniform looks... really good on you Asher. You look really cute!”

I blushed at the compliment, still not used to taking praise. “I… uh, t–thank you, sir.” I tried to speak as respectfully as possible; after all, I was a maid now.

“Hey, wait, what happened to the headband? Was it not with the uniform?” Chris asked.

“Oh… um…” A part of me wanted to lie; I had just built up such good standing with Duke since earlier. I’d hate to rat him out for taking it, but lying wasn’t my strong suit.

“No, no, it was…I’m sorry, I… lost it. I was wearing it, and well, I was outside with Duke and… it–Duke got a hold of it, and I didn’t see where he went with it. When he came back to me, it was gone.”

Chris shook his head. “Ahh…yea… that sounds about right….” He looked over at Duke, who was drinking more water. “I just don’t know what to do with him; it's the same cycle. He breaks his doll, he acts out, and now he's messing with stuff. I don’t even know where to start fixing the doll now…”

Chris takes a deep sigh. “Look, don’t worry about the headband; we’ll find it eventually, I’m sure. There should be more in your closet anyway.”

I tried to make it up to him. “I’ll make sure to go put on another… s-sir.”

“Good. And you know, I really admire your manners, Asher. Not that you seem to need it, but I like it. Let's just make it a rule. Just so it's easier. From now on, let’s stick with Sir.”

I felt a beam of pride at his admiration, and that he liked my good manners so much he wanted to make it a rule. I was raised to have good manners and proud of it. “Y–yes, sir.”

“Haha… yes, that's good.” Chris looked between Duke and me. “So how’s the morning going so far? Already taken Duke out, I see! You definitely got an early start.”

“I….” I paused. I know I said I didn’t wanna lie, but I was much too embarrassed to tell him what happened with Duke. Then again, I was going to need to explain the scratches on the doors. “W–well… it… actually has been going well so far, but…”

Chris looked at me with a look that said, “What did Duke break now?” And he wasn’t really wrong to have that look.

“This morning, when I woke up, there were some scratching noises on the door… By the time I was dressed and opened the door, I think… Duke scratched a bit of the paint off...”

Chris sighed, rubbing his eyes. “ugh, really? how bad is it?”

“Uh… I—I don’t think it’s too bad, but maybe it’d be better if I show you if you want?”

“ugh, Alright, yeah, okay.” With that, Chris turned around and stepped to the playroom door as we started our way back upstairs to the first floor. “Maids first!” Chris said, with a guiding hand pointed up to the stairs.

After making it to the stairs, I started going up when I realized the revealing position I was in, crawling up the stairs. I was about to say something, but before I could, Chris started up behind me.

“Well, sorry, other than the door, how’s everything else going?” Chris asked.

I tried not to think about how short my skirt was and just prayed my underwear wasn’t showing. "It's been good, actually…I got more practice moving around, got quicker going down stairs, and I was able to make a really nice breakfast for Duke, which I hoped earned me some ‘doggie points’ with him.”

“Doggie points?” Chris said.

“Oh… it’s…d–dumb, just, have you ever heard people say brownie points? I just meant it like that.”

“Ah, I see what you mean now.” Chris looked at me curiously, like he’d gotten some idea or thought from it, but didn’t share it. “Well then, do you think you earned any?”

“I…I'm not sure. He… seemed happy after he ate at least. He was wagging his tail... even licked my face.”

“I’d say you did earn some then! Duke loves to lick when he’s happy. He doesn't do it often though.” We reached the hallway, making our way up the stairs to the second floor.

It made me feel good knowing that. I must be making good progress with him.

“You know, I have to say, I think Duke really likes you,” Chris said, much to my disbelief.

“I… r—really..?” I wasn’t sure if it was just him being nice or not knowing about this morning, because my current understanding was that the aggressive growling and bared teeth weren’t a sign Duke liked me much.

“Oh, certainly! He was outside your door scratching to get in, wasn’t he? And lickin’ at your face?” Chris seemed completely genuine.

I wasn’t convinced, though. But he also hadn’t seen what happened this morning. I’m sure if he did, he wouldn’t be saying that. Before I could dwell too much on it, we made it to my room’s door.

“Ah, yeah, he sure did a number on it.” Chris stepped up to the door, inspecting the damage with his fingers. Duke must have stood tall to scratch that high against the door, as the marks were all near the top half of the door. “Not too bad at the very top,… but pretty bad towards the middle.”

I felt bad about the situation; I’d hate to think I was causing more trouble than I was worth.

“I can probably just buff it out, paint over it from the damage today. Shouldn’t take too long.” Chris said.

Surely that's good, then I thought, if he could just paint over it, it must not be too bad.

But Chris continued. "The problem is, if he keeps doing it the damage will get worse. Looks like we’ll just have to keep your door open from now on. That way you can sleep, and there's no more chance Duke can scratch it up.”

“o—oh… uh…” did I hear him right? No closing the door? That would mean I’d—Duke—could—

“Hey?”

Chris knelt down to my eye level, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You good? You zoned out on me there.”

“Um, y–yea—yes.. I mean, yes, sir, sorry.” I barely had a chance to say anything, and now I suppose my door would always be open... maybe I was overthinking it, I guess it wasn’t that big a deal. It wasn’t like the door being open was going to cause me any harm. Hopefully, it just stopped Duke from causing any more trouble.

“Good, let’s go to the kitchen then; I'm starving.” Chris stepped back, signaling for me to go first, and I made my way back down the stairs.

Only thing was the angle was much worse here. I was just going to have to hope my skirt would cover most of me, even if Chris was right behind me.

There was no avoiding it, so I started down the steps, my posture naturally diagonal, my bottom facing up behind me. I felt my face flush red immediately, embarrassed but unsure what he could see. I had to tell myself in my head that I was probably overthinking it; if my panties weren't covered up, Chris would probably say something, right?

I finally relaxed as we reached the bottom and moved onto the regular padded floors. Hopefully the height difference between us worked in my favor. Atleast, that's what I told myself.

“So, how was it making breakfast for Duke? I tried to set up everything for ya.” Chris asked as we made our way into the kitchen.

“oh, it wasn’t too hard with everything in reach, although I was only able to use some of it. If I could have used the griddle, I would have made some killer eggs and bacon.”

Chris looked at me and wiped his hand across his forehead, then down, covering his eyes. Then he shook his head in disbelief. “Wow… I am so sorry, Asher. I completely missed that. Hard to cook breakfast without the stove, I bet!”

Chris shook his head a few more times before looking back at me.

“Agh, sorry I didn’t have this stuff all set up and thought through. Truth is, I hadn’t anticipated the whole low-to-the-ground thing happening, so I haven’t really figured it all out yet. It must have just escaped my mind last night. I was tired and probably feeling a little bit more of that beer than I meant to.”

I couldn’t really hold any of it against him; after all, it was kind of a last-minute thing that got sprung on both of us. What was he supposed to do, have a stove built into the floor? Besides, I didn’t end up having time to surprise him with breakfast anyway.

He laughed. “You see why I wanted a maid in the first place now, huh!? I can’t keep track of things around here!”

I chuckled; I could see what he meant. Especially with all the trouble Duke was getting into.

“In the meantime, I do have some electric camper grills that lay flat on the ground. I can set some of them up so you can still cook.”

“T–thank you, I appreciate that a lot.” With that, Chris told me to wait in the kitchen while he went and grabbed them from storage downstairs.

I was a little disappointed not to be able to use the big griddle, but then again, it seemed like overkill for cooking for two… Also, it sucked knowing I wouldn’t be able to use all the cool other machines he had.

Honestly, that was the biggest disappointment. If I could get Duke more comfortable with me—or just like me more—maybe he’d finally be okay with me standing so I could use the kitchen properly. Ironically, that would let me make him better meals.

I didn’t see any other way around it though. I was just gonna have to try to be extra nice to Duke, even though he can be scary and intimidating sometimes..

“Here they are!” Chris said, coming around the corner of the hallway into the kitchen, carrying two black burner squares. He set them down next to the refrigerator and plugged them in. “Now these are both off right now; whenever you want to use them, just flip the switch on the sides. Pots and pans are in the cabinets.”

I inspected both of them, found the switches, and got a good idea of how they worked. I also took a look through some of the cabinets, familiarizing myself with the pots and pans I had available.

“Think you're ready to give it a try?” Chris asked.

“Y–yes, sir, I… I’ll make you something now.”

“Awesome. I’ll be upstairs. I’ll try to get that door fixed real quick; just come get me when it’s done.” Chris turned back, leaving the kitchen now, heading up to my room.

I took another look in the refrigerator, and I got an idea. Now was as good a time as any; who doesn’t love bacon and eggs? I grabbed a package of bacon and three eggs, then put pans on the electric burners. I flipped the switches, turned them on, and set the heat up.

While I waited for the pans to heat, I found a few fruits, mostly strawberries and grapes, and even an orange. I got another idea, rummaging through the cabinets until I found a glass cup. It took much more strength than I thought it would, but I carefully squeezed out a full cup of orange juice, then mixed it with a bit of water, sugar, and ice.

Once that was done, the pans were up to heat. I set all the bacon down first, about half the package, as I knew it would take longer than the eggs. It isn’t long before the bacon sizzles, and the smell of it begins to waft through the house. Once it’s halfway done, I flip them and begin making the eggs.

I hadn’t asked Chris how he likes them, so I decided to just make them scrambled. I grab a bowl and fork, mix up the eggs, and pour them into the other hot pan. Everything was shaping up nicely, but it seemed the smell of bacon had gone further than I thought.

Suddenly, I felt the prod of Duke’s nose pressed right against my skirt and underwear.

I froze; the unexpected sensation and realization that Duke was behind me caught me off guard. With the sound of the bacon and oil sizzling and popping, I hadn’t heard him come in the room at all. My posture didn’t help either; I was locked in, hovering over the burners, and my rear end was facing straight back to the kitchen entrance.

Duke continued, sniffing around my underwear, just like this morning… pressing and poking around enough that I could even feel the wetness of his nose seeping through the fabric. I tried to shake him off, moving my hips side to side to get him to shoo, but it only seemed to make it worse.

Then, without warning, he jabbed his snout into me, the blunt, wet coldness of his nose pressing directly against my hole through the thin silk​ of my panties.

I jump with a yelp, taken completely off guard. “Ah, d–duke.. what are you.. Hey!” I tried to protest, but as soon as I turned my head back, Duke immediately growled at me and stepped forward.

I let out what I could only describe as a pathetic whimper as my body reacted on instinct, dropping low to the ground. My back was arched, my face pushed just to the side of the burners. Duke then dropped one of his paw against my lower back, the crushing weight of it forcing out another pathetic, surprised yelp from me and pushing me down even lower to an inhumane arch.

I dared not move again, especially after just having told myself I’d try to get on his good side. Duke held me there for a few moments, still standing behind me, but making sure to leave his paw firmly in place on my lower back, pinning me to the floor.. His paw was heavy, strong, a little rough on the toes, with a bit of short fur on the sides edging against my skin. I could ever so slightly feel his nails resting against me, not hurting me but noticeably there.

He sniffed along my back now, up to the back of my head, before finally he stepped off, and came along to my front side.

I was afraid to move, keeping my arched posture until I was sure it wouldn’t upset him. But as I remained where I was, Duke just lowered his head right down to my face and swiped his tongue across my face.

“Ah… r–really…!” I lifted myself up a bit, trying to wipe the slobber from my face. Duke just ignored me, sniffing toward the bacon like nothing had happened at all.

I was still completely lost on where I sat with Duke. On the one hand. He had just growled and pinned me to the ground with his massive weight. But on the other hand, Chris was sure he liked me cause he kept trying to lick my face. I’m also not sure what he thinks is so interesting about my underwear, but I just had to toss it up to being some dog thing I don’t understand.

I got the idea then that I had made a lot of bacon; maybe I could score some more doggie points if I gave him some. Seeing as the food was ready now, I set it all down on a plate, and I grabbed a piece for Duke.

I made sure it wasn’t too hot, then let it cool before snapping off a piece with very little fat. Duke tracked my hand as I held it up to him, and as soon as it neared his mouth, he snatched it up. He ate it eagerly, and he must have really liked it since his tail started thwacking against the kitchen island. He scarfed it down quickly, then turned to me as if expecting a second one.

“Oh, Duke…” I had made this all for Chris, but Duke was so big, it hardly seemed fair to give him just one small piece. I snapped off another piece, and much like the first, Duke ate it with haste.

Clearly happy, he stepped toward my face, now nudging up close and trying to lick my cheek a few more times. “r–really…!! You’ve—.”

I tried to block him, but all it did was get his slobber all over me as he licked the backside of my hands instead. I thought of pushing him back, but I don’t think I even had the muscles to do that, let alone the bravery to try to push Duke back. Instead, I thought I’d distract him with kindness, moving my tongue-blocking hand up to his head. He was much too focused on licking, and so finally my hand reached the top of his head, where I gently pet him.

I ran my soft hands through his fur, scritching and scratching, and making my way to that spot behind his ears he likes. It worked perfectly. He stopped trying to lick me now, instead closing his eyes and lightly pushing against my hand, clearly enjoying my petting.

“Well, look at you two getting along!” Chris said, cutting out from behind me.

“Oh, hey, y–yea, I think he smelled the bacon. I hope it’s okay I gave him a few pieces?”

“Trying to earn some more of those doggie points, I see?” Chris said, setting down a small tub of what must be paint for the door.

“I think he liked it, he’s letting me pet him now.” I continued to run my hands through his fur as we talked.

“I see that. I told you he liked ya…” Chris stepped next to us, effortlessly reaching down and giving Duke his own pet on the head. It made all the work I had to do to pet him seem so crazy that Chris could do it so casually.

“Oh, and here, breakfast is ready!” I handed Chris the plate of scrambled eggs, with a pinch of salt and pepper sprinkled over top, and a big set of perfectly cooked bacon.

“Wow… Asher, this is… this looks really good! Smells amazing too. Bet that got Duke in here quick!” Chris laughed and eagerly took the plate, setting it down on the kitchen island and grabbing a fork to dig in.

“Oh, and also, I made you a glass of fresh orange juice and a little side fruit cup!” I brought it up to him, Duke watching me hand it up like it was for him.

“That’s… real thoughtful of you, you didn’t have to do that!” Chris smiled warmly, and I felt a bit of happy pride that my meal had impressed him.

“I–it was nothing… I… wanted to have it ready for you before you woke up, but I got caught up taking Duke outside.”

“Ah, don’t sweat it, you did a great job. Good boy!” Chris reached down and patted my head, just like he had done with Duke.

Normally, I would have been against it, but I had already decided last night not to say anything; it felt awkward if I said something now. I’m sure Chris didn’t mean it in a weird way. And besides, a part of me was starting to appreciate it when he praised me like that. As awkward as it was, I couldn’t help but feel relieved I seemed to be doing a good job so far. Especially with all the back-and-forth with Duke.

BHWUSHEBEISNEIWN was able to get the door patched up, by the way. It didn't take me too long. It’s good you stopped him before he did any more real damage, though.” Chris commented, taking another bite.

“y–yea…me too… so, what are you going to do now?” I asked, Duke growing bored of the conversation now and walking out of the room.

“Well, I think I’m going to avoid putting it off and try to get Duke’s doll fixed up. It’ll probably take me a few hours, so if ya need me, I’ll be in there.” Before I could respond, Chris started again. “Oh, and if you need something to do, I could use the laundry being done. Other than that, just be around in case I need ya for anything.”

“Y–yes, sir, I–I'll be around.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/227345356

Hello, this is chapter 1 of my story "Duke's Bitch", also available on AO3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/225951476#workskin

I didn't want to take the job, but I had just gotten fired from my job, and I wasn't going to be able to afford rent. I was still in college, and didn’t have the time for something else.

I was lucky enough to stumble on the miracle offer of a lifetime. It was a bit of an older guy; in his thirties atleast. Not really old per se, but to me having just turned 21 it made no real distinction. He had made a post saying he was looking for a housemaid and dog watcher, and he was particularly interested in feminine applicants for the job.

I happened to look the part; I had been a femboy for a few years now, even going so far as getting laser hair removal. It was a long process, but I really wanted it. Curiously, I replied to his post, not sure what to expect. I hadn’t checked it in days, but when I checked I saw he had messaged back in minutes. He said he lived in my area (my location was on my profile) and explained how he was looking for a housemaid and someone to watch over his dog. He told me he made a fair bit of money, and decided he just wanted someone to take care of things so he didn’t have to. He also explained how impressed he was with my profile’s photos of me, and seemed very excited about me being a femboy. He even went so far as to mention his favorites.

I told him about my situation, and he seemed delighted when I told him I was actually looking for a place to stay, too. He said it would be perfect that way, with me having a place to stay in exchange for him having me always there when he needed, and that I would be paid very well.

So I agreed. I didn’t have much stuff from my college dorm anyway, I basically just stuffed everything I had into a suitcase. He even offered to pick me up.

I stood outside my dorm building, suitcase in hand, waiting for him to arrive. While I waited, I watched in awe as a super fancy all-black Cadillac SUV pulled up to the curb. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but the man stepping out of the SUV looked right at me and walked closer.

He was wearing a simple outfit of khaki shorts and a t-shirt, and was a bit of a heavier-set guy, but he had a pleasant look about him that wasn’t off putting.

“Are you Asher?” He spoke; his voice was firm, confident, and masculine.

“hi… nice to meet you.. uh, sir.”

“Sir? That's good, ya’ve got good manners, I like that. Here, let me get that for you,” He moved quickly, offering to take my suitcase for me and load it into the trunk. “I’m Chris, by the way.”

“hi.. Chris. I like your car… It's nice.” I comment, trying to leave a good first impression.

“Thanks, I like your outfit, it looks really cute on you.” He closed the trunk, his large arms flexing as he did so. He looked up to me with a surprised look. “You into cars?”

The compliment meant a lot, the high of it giving me a subtle dumb smile that carried me through my social anxiety. I shook my head no. “Oh uh, I don’t really know a thing other than how to drive one… but I just thought yours looked really fancy… expensive..”

He smiled. “Ha! Wait till ya see the house. You’ll really be mind blown then.” He opened the passenger side door for me, allowing me to sit in the front. I felt like some kind of royalty, or like… a girl he was dating or something, with him opening my doors and whatnot.

The seat was comfortable, but I sat a bit awkwardly, still adjusting to the situation. Not being much of an extrovert and finding the circumstances odd, I mostly waited for him to start the conversation.

“So, what do ya like to do for fun? You know? Tell me about yourself.” Chris asked.

“Oh uh,... well, I like to read… watch movies, video games—”

“Video games?! What do you play?” He seemed genuinely excited.

“Oh, you know, a lot of different games, I’m not much a fan of competitive games… so mostly relaxing singleplayer type games. Sometimes I play games with my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend..?” He said with a confused tone, as if he didn’t believe it.

“y–yea? My… girlfriend, we sometimes play video games together.” I explained, not sure what he was getting at.

He laughed loudly. “Wow, I can’t say I expected that! How’d you manage that?” He asked like it was a completely normal thing to ask someone.

”Uh… well, I–” He cut me off.

“Ha, yeah, well, you’ll have to have her over sometime, I’d love to meet her.”

After that, the rest of the ride continued with a series of ice breakers. He mostly filled the time with small talk that I both appreciated he was taking the initiative, but frustrated at the circumstance. I’ve always had a short social battery.

Luckily I was spared from too much social suffering, as we approached a big fancy house, surrounded by fencing and trees; it was almost like it was shut off from the outside world with privacy. The main gate opened, and we pulled into a roundabout driveway, stopping just before a large wooden double door.

“Here we are! Stay there, I’ll get your door.” He said, ushering me out of the car and opening my door for me.

“t–thank you.” I said weakly, still not used to this kind of ‘pampering’.

I closed the door behind me, still taking in the view of the house. It was like a small mansion, with a large backyard and several side buildings, like a garage and some other buildings. Chris stepped out from behind me, closing the trunk again and wheeling my suitcase out next to me.

“What’da ya think?” He asked, placing both hands against his hips.

“It’s so… big,” I said, probably not thinking anything of it.

He chuckled to himself.”Haha… yea…”

He led me to the door, and I couldn’t help but notice the multiple signs posted in bold letters near the backyard fence.

“BEWARE OF THE DOG”

He must notice my pause.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that, my Duke’s a great dog, I’m sure he’s going to love you.” Chris opened the door. “Maid’s first!” he jested.

I stepped into a grand foyer, with ornate designs on the walls, fancy fixtures, and paintings. It looked even more impressive on the inside, and I couldn’t help but wonder just how much money this guy makes. Most strangely, was the flooring. I had expected it to match the fancy walls, and while color-wise it did, it felt like some kind of padded floor. It wasn’t carpet, it felt like stepping into some kind of thin memory foam.

“Do you mind removing your shoes? Sorry, I just have a rule about shoes in the house.” Chis said.

“Oh sure, where should I put them?” I looked around curiously, not spotting any obvious place for them.

“If you hand them to me, I’ll put them up for you. It’s not any trouble.”

I knelt down, untying my Converse shoes and handing them over to Chris. He carried them, walking toward a hallway, and after a minute or two, he returned.

“Like the floors?” Chris asked enthusiastically, motioning me to follow him.

“w-What are they? I asked, my socks sinking lightly down into it as we walked.

“It’s my own custom flooring. Easier on the feet, I made it all myself.”

We stopped at a mudroom, where Chris kept a variety of coats and shoes, probably specifically designed to accommodate Chris’s no shoes in the house rule.

“S-sorry, you made your own entire custom floor? How’d you do that?” I asked, genuinely impressed.

“Ah, suppose I never told you. I’m an engineer. Before that, I worked as a carpenter. I’ve always loved building things. I even made the design for the house you're standing in. The flooring is just a recent project of mine, among several others...”

A carpenter and an engineer, with fancy cars and a nice house, this was shaping up to be a much better deal than I expected, especially when meeting someone off the internet.

“So this is the mudroom, where I like to keep all the dirty stuff before I track it in the house. Now come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

Chris led me up a set of stairs, lugging my suitcase up for me. We walked down a short hallway, and eventually got to a bedroom. He opened the door, and I was led into a small and cozy room, and immediately I noticed there was a lack of a bed.

“Sorry about the furniture, I wasn’t expecting to hire someone so soon. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll have something in here before you sleep tonight.” Chris apologized, scratching the back of his neck like he was embarrassed.

“Oh.. really, it’s fine, I mean, I just can’t thank you enough for hiring me… Another week and I'd be out on the street. Anything you can do is better than that.” I really didn’t have a way to complain. I’d sleep on the floor willingly if it meant having a place to stay. I was far too thankful to be nitpicking about a bed.

Chris went on to explain a brief overview of the house's layout, where my bathroom was, where his bedroom and office were, and that he’d probably stick to paying me in cash, something about taxes… or… I don’t really know.

“So, as far as what I’ll need from you, I’m pretty relaxed on things around here, but I will have some rules since you will be staying here.”

“Sure, that’s only fair..” I replied.

“While you're working here, I do expect you to be in uniform.” He stepped over to a closet in the room, and amongst the clothes were numerous maid uniforms, mostly all black and white. He took one and held it out to me. It was a black and white maid outfit with a frilly skirt and a pair of thigh-length socks, along with a bowed headband and a pair of Mary Jane slippers.

I gulped… Am I really supposed to wear all that? I started getting a bad feeling in my gut, like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“umm… Chri–”

“Yes?”

“Uh.. sorry, never mind.” I was about to say something, but maybe it wasn’t a good idea to complain. I needed this job, and this was… such a nice place to stay. It's just clothing, and it’s only Chris here; I can survive it.

“As far as your duties as a maid, I will mostly expect cooking, cleaning, doing my laundry, and the occasional random task. Since you're living here, I’ll subtract a bit for living cost, so… how does $150 a day sound?”

150 dollars a day… holy. My last job paid minimum wage; $150 was more than I made in a week.

“y-yes.. that's.. that’s definitely fine with me.” I tried my best to sound professional about it, like he hadn’t just offered me more money than I’d even know what to do with.

“Oh, and that's right, Duke. I’ll also need you to watch over and care for him, just as much as you will for me, you do for him. Mainly grooming and washing him, making his food, and cleaning up after him.”

“Make his food?” I ask, not sure what he means.

“Yes, you’ll make a meal for Duke just like you would for me. He deserves only the best. You’ll make him something nice every day, and tend to his every need. Now that you mention it, I suppose I'll throw in an extra $50 a day for that too. How ‘bout an even $200 a day? Sounds good?”

A bit surprised at his request, I certainly couldn’t be bothered to fuss. I nodded my head eagerly, signaling my agreement. He just threw in an additional $50… $200 a day. That was a crazy amount of money.

“Speaking of, would you like to go meet him? I’m sure he’s eager to meet his new sitter.”

“oh, yea sure,” I could hardly believe what was happening. Nothing could take me down from the hopeful high I felt right now. I just couldn’t believe it. So much money, and all I had to do was cook, clean, and watch after his dog? Why was I even in college? This was the life.

“Suppose I might as well do a bit of a tour on our way.” Chris led me back downstairs, showing me all the different areas of the house. We went through a different side of the house than the mudroom, eventually stepping into a gigantic kitchen with an attached living room, which was just as impressive.

The kitchen was similarly floored by Chris’s custom-padded floors, only these had been printed in white and black tiles. The countertops were an impressive, glossy marble, all filled out with expensive-looking appliances. There was a blender, a deep fryer, a toaster, a stand mixer, an ice cream maker, a soda maker, and a fancy touch-screen refrigerator.

I’m pretty sure my mouth just hung open in awe. “Holy… y–your kitchen is crazy!”

Chris smiled, clearly delighted. “Ha, I’m glad you like it. I’ve got only the best stuff here. You’ll definitely have everything you need to cook here.”

“c–can I take a look around?” I asked, unsure of myself, like I was in some place I wasn’t supposed to be. Like I’d get in trouble for messing with all the expensive appliances or something.

“Yeah! Go ahead! Be good to familiarize yourself with everything.”

I looked around the kitchen, inspecting every little thing, seeing how things worked, and where everything was in all the drawers and cabinets. Chris stood by, explaining how some things worked and answering a bunch of my questions.

“You have a flattop griddle!?” I practically shouted, then, realizing my outburst, I apologized.

“Haha, no, you're fine, I get that a lot actually. But yeah, I made that myself, too. Makes cooking a lot easier when you can just use the whole surface.”

Chris seemed to answer a lot of things like that. I was starting to wonder if there was anything he didn’t make. “How do you make everything?” I asked.

“I’ll show you, come on.” I followed Chris out of the kitchen and back out to the mudroom, where he led me to what must be his workshop.

Again, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. He opened the door, letting me look in but not step inside. From what I saw, It looked like a garage, but Chris has clearly been using it as a workspace. The floor wasn’t padded, instead just smoothed concrete. A series of multiple workbenches and storage racks sat, along with multiple woodworking saws. Along one wall was a series of machines that looked like 3d printers and even sewing machines.

“And that’s my workroom! I spend a lot of time there, between this and my office, anyway. I’ve got every tool I could need, from 3d printing to mechanized saws, drills, and I’ve even got a small setup for metalwork.” Chris spoke with a fascination for his hobby that was hard not to admire. He certainly kept himself busy.

I began to step into the workshop, wanting to look around, but I felt Chris’s hand grab me by the shoulder.

“Hey–hey.., sorry, but my workshop is off limits. That and I don’t wantcha stepping in there without any protection on, you know, shoes and glasses at least.”

“OH!… sorry!” His hand on my shoulder had startled me, but I should have asked first. I guess I just assumed it was okay. “I.. just thought.. Nevermind. I should have asked.”

“Ah, no need to apologize, I should have said something earlier, too. Besides, it’s not even your first day yet, you're still learning.”

As Chris shut the door, I could have sworn I spotted my shoes on one of the worktables, but before I could really see it closed.

“I tell ya what, we might as well finish the inside first, and then we can tour on the outside, and then I’ll introduce ya to Duke. Only got my office left to see anyway.”

“Sounds good!”

Chris led me back out of the mudroom, then through the foyer, and to the other side of the first floor, where the kitchen and living room were. As we neared a room that I presumed to be his office, I noticed a door halfway open that had stairs leading down.

No… way… “You have a basement too?”

“Oh yea! It's a three story house. The basement leads right outside. I can show the rest of it some time, but there's not much to show. I mostly use it for storage, that, and Duke’s playroom is down there.”

As he talked, we made it to his office, which he ushered me into this time, making it somewhat clear this room wasn’t off limits.

It was more of a ‘man cave’ than an office, with no windows, a big couch, and a big flat screen T.V. connected to a video game console. There was a desk with a computer on it, lit up with fancy RGB lights. Save for that, I don’t know if I would have really considered this an office.

“When I wanna relax, I come in here, probably a bit more than I really should, but, eh. Do you play any console games?” He asked energetically.

“Uh, no, or well, I used to, but I would usually play games on my laptop.” It’s like I had mentioned earlier, I wasn’t much for competitive games games; a lot of them were too hard, or I wasn’t very good at them.

“Ah, well, maybe when you're not busy, I’ll have you in here with me sometime. Maybe we can play a couple of games.”

I tried not to smile, but a part of me was a little happy. Sure, I didn’t really know Chris that well, but so far it was sounding like I had hit the jackpot. The money was great, a place to stay, and I’d get paid to play video games; there were worse jobs than this.

“You have a really nice place, Chris, I… think I’m looking forward to staying here.”

He just smiled, but for a moment, he didn’t say anything. It got a bit awkward, and I started to break eye contact, which perhaps made me look a bit shy. I wasn’t good with small talk, and if he wasn’t talking or asking a question, I wouldn’t know what to say.

He chuckled to himself. “That’s awesome to hear. I know I’m going to enjoy having you around. You're gonna make things a lot easier for me… and Duke.”

I got a little uncomfortable now, not really sure what to say in response. It was also hard because Chris seemed to have no problem with eye contact when he talked. For me I just kept finding myself breaking his gaze. “i… yea.”

“Well, that’s most of it. How's about we go see Duke?”

I nodded my head, still recovering from my social anxiety.

Chris led me out of his ‘office’ and we went back to that door with the stairs to the basement. We slowly creaked down the stairs, they too were padded but still must have had creaking wood under them. Once we reached the end, the basement was darkish, only lit by single lights in the center of the basement's ceiling, stretching down a long single hallway with multiple doors.

We passed a few doors, eventually stopping at one in the center of the hallway. Printed on the door with a dog-like decoration was text that read:

“Duke’s Playroom”

Chris opened the door and motioned for me to step inside. “After you!” He added.

I walked in and felt the floor was much softer here. As if Chris had put extra padding in or something.

The room was big, surrounded by walls but illuminated by soft lights and a windowed wood door, presumably to the backyard. The door had a huge opening on the bottom half. It must be where Duke comes in and out of. Although I couldn’t help but notice how tall and wide it was. Usually, doggy doors are a lot smaller.

The rest of the room was covered in an assortment of dog beds, chew toys, a food and water dish, and other various furniture and dog toys.

“This is Duke’s playroom! I reckon this will be the most demanding place for ya. I keep his food and water in here, and he likes to come in here and play with his toys. Brings all kinds of things in here, too, all of his favorite things. Well, almost. He keeps his very favorite stuff in his kennel, the doghouse outside."

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I notice his food and water bowl are just huge. Bigger than I’ve ever seen for any pet before. Then I notice a lightly blondish-brown furred thing crumpled away in the corner of the room, tucked behind some of the furniture. It's big, almost like a giant stuffed animal.

“What’s that?” I say, pointing over to it.

“Oh that? Ha, I didn’t think that’d be in here. But yea that’s just another one of Duke’s toys, a doll. It’s his uh… ‘girlfriend’ I should say. At least it was. I think he’s gone and used it so much I’ll probably have to get him a new one. Poor Duke’s all pent up here, I had to give him something so he wouldn’t go destroying the house or breaking out my fence to find some mutt.”

“Oh…” I step closer to it, and I can’t help but wonder… just how big Duke is? The doll is pretty big for any dog I’ve ever seen. It looks like a replica stuffed animal of a dog, all crumpled up and torn in several places, with cotton stuffing breaking through various seams. Chris wasn’t lying; Duke sure has done a number on it. “He’s not neutered?” I ask.

“Neutered? Oh, definitely not! My Duke is a full purebred English Mastiff. I paid a lot for him, you know, and I couldn’t bear to see him neutered. Besides, if I could find him a proper mate, people would pay a small fortune for ‘em. I’m sure they're out there, somewhere, but the real problem is dealing with him in the meantime. He’s really territorial and can get pretty rough sometimes. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve repaired that doll of his.

“What are English Mastiffs like?” I ask, not really that familiar with dog breeds.

“You're not familiar? Haha, I don’t wanna spoil the surprise by telling you! I wanna see the look on your face when you meet him.”

Chris walked over to the door, unlatching a clasp and opening the door to a huge, fenced-in backyard.

“Now, as I said, he can be territorial sometimes, and he doesn’t know you, so stick with me, okay? Let him do what he needs to do to get comfortable around you.”

“Okay.” I nod my head, and I follow behind Chris out into the backyard, a little bit nervous. The backyard is a huge open field of grass, surrounded by distant fencing and trees.

“Duke!” Chris calls out, interrupting me from admiring the giant field Chris has for a backyard.

When I saw him, I really couldn’t believe my eyes. At first, I almost thought he was a small horse or something. Was that really… a dog?

He was huge, even running up to us from a distance; he looked huge, and he was certainly intimidating.

He neared close to us, and my eyes widened. His head came up to my chest, he was wide and long, like some kind of small bear. I could see the muscles in his legs, the strength of him was incredible. He finally reached us, standing just a few feet away, panting and slobber drooling off… a red ball in his mouth.

“There's my Duke! Hey boy!!” Chris praised Duke, rubbing his head with pets and praising him.” And look, you even brought your favorite ball to show your new sitter!” Chris stepped around him, petting his head and leaving me out in the open now from behind him, and that’s when Duke saw me.

He dropped the ball in an instant, his ears raised up to the sky, his head tilted and eyes looking right at me. He sniffed at the air a bit in my direction and took a cautioned step closer.

“Now, Duke, It’s alright, this is your new sitter. He’s going to take care of you, alright?”

Duke stepped forward again, but now he bared his teeth and began growling at me.

He looked terrifying, and the giant sharp teeth he displayed to me didn't help.

I nearly tripped backward, my breath catching in my throat scared.

Duke stepped even closer, Chris hardly restraining him, but trying to convince me it was all fine. “Ah, he won’t hurt you, he’s just testing you. You need to get on the ground!” Chris demanded.

“w–what?!” I said panicking.

“He thinks your challenging him. You gotta get low, you know, on your hands and knees, try and show him you're not a threat, or… a rival!”

Duke growled again, taking another step toward me. Panicking, I quickly did as he said, getting down on my hands and knees, desperate to correct whatever was upsetting Duke.

Duke growled again, stepping closer, this time close enough that I could feel his growl vibrating through the ground.

Chris shouted above me. “Further! lower! He thinks you're challenging him when you stand tall, so get low! He just wants you to show you mean no harm or anything!”

I got as low as I could, squeezing my eyes shut and practically hugging the ground. Because of my posture on hands and knees before, I lay down on my arms, with my knees still bent under me. My head rested on the grass, and coincidentally, my backside was aimed up in an awkward arching position due to my legs still being in the kneeling position under me. Ironically, I was in the puppy pose position.

Duke finally broke free from Chris, stepping beside me, still growling, but softer now. I didn’t dare open my eyes, praying he didn’t decide to rip me to pieces. I felt his breath near my neck, and a bit of air brushing against me as he sniffed me. I just laid there frozen, accidentally letting out a nervous whine like noise feeling him walk around me. He sniffed somewhere behind me, like dogs usually do to others, and finally he walked past me and back over to Chris.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, raising my head slightly to look up. Duke sat on his hind legs, looking at me. I dared not make any sudden move.

“Chris… can—can… am I good now?” I asked shakily, my voice pathetic.

“Sorry, I think he’s got a good sense of you now, but let's just see what he's okay with.”

Dead slowly, I started to rise first back onto my arms and knees. I got there fine, but the moment I lifted my arms off the ground and moved to sit up on just both my knees, Duke bared his fangs again, stepping closer and growling.

Instinctively, I shot back down to the ground with an audible, scared whine. As soon as I did, Duke eased off, this time standing in front of me face to face, with him taller than me in the position I was in. He just stood there content, looking at me and over to Chris occasionally, a bit of drool and slobber dripping from his mouth from growling.

“Well, I hoped it wouldn’t be like this, but I guess whenever you're around him, you’ll just have to be on all fours like that, okay?” Chris spoke with an honest tone that told me he wasn’t joking at all.

“I…” I wanted to protest, was he serious? but it occurred to me that what was I to do? If I couldn’t handle watching over Duke, then I wouldn't really be able to do the job I was hired for, would I? Then I’d be out of the job and a place to sleep.

Chris tried to comfort me. “It's not so bad, right? Just think of it as a fun thing. Besides, maybe he’ll relax once he gets to know you more.”

Dead slowly, I rose again, but this time I stopped at my hands and knees. Duke growled for a half a second, but when he saw I wasn’t raising any higher, he stopped. He moved back to Chris and picked up that red ball of his, carrying it in his mouth and bringing it right back to me. He dropped it in front of me, sitting in the grass, all covered with his slobber.

“Aww see!? He already wants you to play with him. See, it's not so bad!” Chris motioned to the ball, egging me on to throw it. “Give it a good toss, Duke really loves to fetch.”

Still nervous, I calmed down a little bit and remembered Duke was just a dog, it really wasn’t all that much a big deal. His large stature just made him so intimidating, it was easy to forget he wasn’t a wild small bear.

Awkwardly, I picked up his ball, trying to avoid all the dog slobber, and also not to give him the impression I was going to stand up. It made it hard to throw the ball on all fours like that, but I still managed to get a decent toss.

“Awesome!! Great throw! Get it, Duke!” Chris shouted, and the moment it left my hand, Duke bolted after it. I meant no offense to him, but even with how strong he looked, I was still surprised to see him run so fast, being such a big dog and all.

He quickly snatched up the ball, roughing it up and gnawing on it for a bit, then quickly came running back. He came right back to me, setting it in front of me again. He was so excited, he moved right up to me, sniffing at first, and then gave me a big slobbered lick all over the side of my face. “Aahh…Duke”

I wasn’t expecting it, and quickly I tried to wipe it off, but also made sure not to look like I was gonna stand up.

“He likes you! That's good!” Chris takes his turn throwing the ball now, and I watch, still on hands and knees as they go back and forth about a dozen times.

Finally, Duke seems to have had his fun and stops next to us, panting for breath.

“I think he’s probably tired after all that, come on, Duke, we’ll get you some water.”

Chris turns to head back to the house, and I realize I’ll have to follow by crawling. Luckily, the grass is soft enough that it doesn’t hurt my hands and knees. I trail behind Duke, who trails right next to Chris as we make our way back to the door.

Once we get there, Chris stands by the door and lets Duke through the large doggy door. Even with the door so big, Duke still has to squeeze through, with his whole body touching each side of the door. Chris then turns back to me and repeats his politeness from earlier. “After you!”

I felt a touch embarrassed, realizing he wasn’t going to open the door all the way. I guess he thought it was a good joke that I had to go through the doggy door. I pushed my head through, and the size difference between us became much more apparent. I was pretty skinny, short too, but nothing painted the picture more to me now than when I went through. I slipped through the doggy door like it was nothing, without even coming close to the sides, and I realized then that it wasn’t just that Duke was big, but he was so much bigger than me.

It was a strange thing, even big dogs I’d seen before still didn’t come close to being bigger than a human, for example. But especially now, while on all fours too? It was comical. Duke stood inside his playroom, watching me come through, and I found myself having to look up to see his face.

But then I made the mistake of looking him in the eyes, and he abruptly switched up again, growling and baring his teeth. Reflexively, my eyes shot downward, not trying to anger him, Perhaps unexpectedly, my body reacted automatically. My body arched my back, lowering myself to the floor, like it had learned what to do when Duke growled now.

By the time I looked up again, Chris was walking in, and Duke had moved to his food and water bowls.

“Let's get Duke some food and water, after all that exercise.” Chris walked over to a side closet, pulling out a big luxury brand of dog food and a jug of water. He stepped back over to me, setting them down next to Duke’s bowls. “Wanna give it a go? It’d be good for him to see ya filling the bowls!”

“uh, sure! How much should I give him?” I ask, crawling over to the bag and the jug. Also gaining a new appreciation for the padded floors as my hands and knees felt no discomfort sinking into it.

“Oh, all of it,” Chris replied nonchalantly.

My eyebrows raised. “All of it..? The whole bag?”

“Oh yea that’s nothing for him. Duke eats about 6-7 pounds of food a day, and that’s only a 7 pound bag. Besides, he’ll have you cooking for him by tomorrow, might as well use up what we got. If there’s any leftovers, he’ll get to it.”

I thought to myself in disbelief. 7 pounds of food a day? I didn’t even have but what, 1-2 pounds of food a day? Excluding water, probably even less.

I started with the water jug, which was awkward to open, still being on all fours, and even harder to pour. But I made sure to keep my back straight; I didn’t want to risk upsetting Duke. I managed to fill up his water dish, setting the jug down, and I began fiddling with the bag, eventually getting it open. It made me realize how weak I was, barely managing to heft the bag up to pour it in. But once it started, as more and more came out, it just got lighter and lighter, and eventually it was all poured into his dish.

Satisfied I had finished, I scooted back, allowing Duke to step past me, and he dug right into his food and water. His whole body moved in rhythm as he gulped down chug after chug of water, and I sat awkwardly next to him waiting.

Chris nudged me, mouthing out the words “try and pet him.” While circling his hands in the air in a petting motion.

I turned back to Duke, feeling the pressure from Chris. Reluctantly, I slowly moved my hand up, my hand growing so nervous it began to shake. But I kept at it, inching closer and closer until I finally squeezed my eyes shut and moved to set my hand on his back.

And…

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Nothing.

After a few seconds, I peered my eyes open, and Duke just continued to eat undisturbed, my hand resting on top of back. Slowly, I moved my hand backward, petting him with an open palm. I felt a rush of excitement and giddiness, holy crap, it was actually working. We had gone from teeth-barred growling to letting me do a gentle petting. When I thought about it like that, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and relief, maybe this won’t be so bad, maybe after he’s used to me it will all be normal again. It also gained me a bit of trust that Chris knew what he was talking about with this stuff.

I turned, looking back up to Chris, who shared a similar look of excitement.

“That's awesome… He must really like you or something, I’ve never had him adjust that quickly… Good job.”

I felt another rush of pride at that, this was about as good of a first impression as I could make.

“Alright, well, let’s leave Duke here to eat. We can finish up upstairs and get you off the floor while we’re at it.”

I nodded my head, following Chris to the hallway door. “Alright, Duke, be good down here!”

Chris opened the door, allowing me to crawl out, then quickly he slipped out behind me, shutting the door. He extended a hand down to me. “Here… Sorry about all that.”

I graciously took his hand, and he helped lift me up with ease. It was fair to point out that Chris had a good bit of weight on him too, and I was a lot smaller than him so it should have been fairly easy for him to help me up.

“How’s it feel being back on your feet?”

My first thought was that it was better, but in truth with the padded floors it really wasn’t too bad. “Well, the padded floors helped a lot actually.”

“Hey! Look at that, I knew it was a great idea. Come on, let’s head back upstairs.”

I followed him back upstairs, and we moved back into the kitchen. Chris poured us both a glass of water, and we sat at the kitchen island on stools.

“Feeling hungry after that?” Chris asked.

Now that he mentioned it. I hadn’t eaten all day, and I felt my stomach gnawing at me a bit. “uh, I haven't eaten yet actually, I could eat.”

“I tell you what, I’m sure you're tired, for your first night here why don’t I cook us something? You can take a nap upstairs in your room if you’d like, and I can come get you when it’s ready.”

I paused for a moment. It was very thoughtful, and sounded great, but I think he may have forgotten my room was still empty.

“Oh my gosh, Hey, that’s my bad, I totally forgot.” Chris apologized profusely.

“Oh it’s fine.. you don’t need to apologize.”

“You're welcome to rest wherever you’d like… although I’m trying to think if I've got…..Wait! Actually, I do have something…er… uh… wait here for a moment I’ll get it!”

Chris disappeared for a few minutes, the distant sound of opening and closing doors echoed through the hallways.

“Got it!” I heard his voice shout from somewhere deep in the house.

He rushed back to the kitchen, holding something large, round and grey, so big I couldn’t even see him holding it.

“Isn’t it great?” He said hopeful

I realized then it was a giant plush dog bed, almost comically sized.

“Now now, I know it’s technically a dog bed, but it’s as thick as a mattress and bigger than any bed I could build in there. And don’t worry…. it’s been cleaned I can assure you.”

“Uh…. “ I wasn’t entirely convinced.

“And it’s just temporary, till I can get you a proper bed. Here come test it out atleast.” He seemed convinced it was a good idea, and I suppose it truly wasn’t that different from a regular mattress, and hey it was better than the floor.

I stepped up to it, and true to his word, it was clean, although it did smell a bit like Duke. It was soft, and about as thick as a real mattress.

“So…. Whatddya think? Better than the floor atleast?” His persistence seem to win out ob me.

“....Okay…it’s good.” I offered a bit reluctantly.

“Awesome… and hey, I promise I’ll have a new bed for you soon. This is just an ‘in the meantime thing’. And If you're really not comfortable, I suppose you could have my bed until your bed’s done.”

Now that was a nice offer, I couldn’t help but refuse, it was just too nice. “Oh… no, I couldn’t make you do that. It... really it's fine for now.”

“You're sure? I don’t mind.” Chris spoke sincerely.

“It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.” I just couldn’t make him do something like that. It was something you offer to be nice, I couldn’t do that.

Chris led me upstairs, setting the dog bed down in my cramped room, and left me alone for privacy as he went downstairs to make the food.

I collapsed down into the dog bed, and truthfully, It was actually pretty nice. Again it still smelled feintly of Duke, but there were no visible marks or dirty spots. Didn’t have a bad smell or anything. I figured being designed for a dog like him, it was actually probably more padded.

I found myself drifting off to sleep, actually fairly………… quickly…………

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(Cut short - 40,000k character limit)

I snapped out of it 2 hours later after Blue had cum three more times inside me. It sounds impressive but you have to remember it takes upward of 35 minutes for him to fully empty his balls. The smell of wet dog and sex permeated so deep inside me that 4 showers wouldn’t wash off the stench. As I was runnig myself under that hot water, dog cum kept slipping out of my gaping pussy and washing away into the drain. A feeling of mortified disgust filled me as I thought of the events that had just taken place.

I was less disgusted with myself on what I had done but rather what was going to continue to happen; what I was now addicted to. No one has made me feel this dirty and helpless. To feel wrapped in the strong limbs of an animal as he pushes nothing but pure lust into you. My hands are on the wall of the shower as I spread my legs as if to instinctively brace myself to being fucked. I remember his claws digging on my back as he tries to reach the right angle to have his cock dominate the pussy of another species. I thought about how my species over years of natural selection and breeding has forced him and his species to be subservient; and how he took that status quo and rejected it as he mounted me over and over. Not to mention how the female he was mounting was part of the dominating race and purposefully presented herself the moment she got free of her forced dog-hood. My mind raced further as I tried to remember again what being a dog under him felt like. The sting of his claws seemed to not affect me through my fur. The heat of sex was unbearable and made waiting painful but it made his proportionally large dog dick stretch me out in unhealthy ways. I miss the smell of his hormones that was so palpable with my enhanced senses that I could taste it. My puffy vagina was not as sensitive as my human one but that was for the best as I probably would not survive any more overloading to my senses.

I decided on a course of action for my last day with blue. My mind obviously overwhelmed with horniness all plowed through my human reasoning as I decided to “end it once and for all”. I would turn into a dog again but this time on purpose. I would then prove to myself I could handle resisting temptation and would never speak about this again. I went to bed and left Blue in the other room as I started my transformation so I could wake up as a dog.

I think we all know where this is going and I’m still not proud of it. But let me still tell you how spectacularly it failed. I chose to turn into some breed that was slightly bigger than my first one. I have this pit bull mix that I enjoy being if I had to because of the short hair and reasonable stature. I immediately woke up with my human brain slightly intact. Like I was saying previously I usually only have animal instincts as I transform because all the change in senses at once breaks me for 2-3 hours. Seeing that I spent my time asleep to get accustomed I now had human reasoning and dog like senses. Which makes me embarrassed that there was an immediate draw of Blues scent from the other room. His trail of hormones so strong I could see it visually in a blend of colors without names. I could taste his cock on my large tongue as I started to instinctively whimper. A moment of “get ahold of yourself” snapped me out of it briefly. I thought about how fucked this whole situation was and how twisted my reasoning it was to be a dog and was about to change back when the thrum of my heart beating was too much. Whatever had happened to me yesterday had hardwired lust for this dog on the other-side. I could sit hear and blame the dog hormones but we all know thats a poor excuse. I had a humans ability to reason with my senses and here I was desperate to take dog dick again.

Blue must have known I was coming as he stood in the other room, his red tip poking out the furry sheath. I sprinted in and laid down in front of him, panting like I had run a mile, and shoved my aching dog pussy in his face. As if he knew it would make the situation more embarrassing, he didn’t even react for the first couple seconds. He had jumped on me the first time but now he seemed to communicate something along the lines of “look at you, pathetic”. And I am pathetic. I was pathetic yesterday and im pathetic now as he calmly sniffed and licked at my puffy dog vagina. I was pathetic to think I could resist and now im thinking of barking to get him to finally mount me. It was another 45 minutes to regain myself long enough to understand what was happening. I was still a dog but transforming rapidly back into a human. The last half hour was pure bliss as he took his fat cock and pushed it into a vagina that was finally his size. He finally started panting as he made it his life mission to inseminate me and carry on his puppies.

He was over on the other side of the room licking his crotch as his knot went down. Im sure he had to be sore from the constant inflating and deflating. My bones cracked back into place and my organs rearranged. Blue’s most recent dumping of his seed now spilling out like a water faucet and I briefly wonder how he is able to produce this much cum. However, something weird happened with this transition thats only happened once before. On time in my yourh I had stuck into a bar as an older lady and gotten hammered. They didnt ask for my id since I looked so mature. Later that night I was throwing up in my friend’s toilet and I attempted to change back to my normal teen self. I guess I was so drunk it had given me the shape shitting equivalent of whiskey dick and stopped me from turning back all the way. I woke up hungover in the pear-shaped, mature body of mrs. Honey from my 8th grade, the face of my 16 year old face at the time, menopause, and young, tight skin. Something similar happened then and I looked more human than dog but with an elongated mouth and nose; almost like I lived in Whoville. My whole back and sides creeping into my front had short brown hair; my D cup breast were almost fully furry and I still had 4 more dog nipples hanging on my stomach. I was my typical human size minus about 3 inches in height and I had no other curves except my furry boobs. I still had a tail and my legs were humans but again, without fat around the hips. My hands were rough like I had walked on all fours all my life and my nails were hard and curved slightly forward. My feet were human but the same callused dog paw like skin and long nails made walked more difficult. The last thing I remember was my long dark hair which was usually very straight was now in beautiful curls which confused me.

Im sure there were other hybrid features but I was too frazzled to notice or care. The one who did notice was Blue, staring at me with intense eyes permeated with his dark and dilated pupils. His head hang low and his tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted at the sight of me. If dogs had fetishes im sure half human half dog hybrids was one of them. My elongated tongue lolled out of my mouth too as I started to pant, my body refused my requests to get off my back so each intense inhale I took jiggled my furry half dog breasts. My vagina was mostly human but was puffy like I had shoved it into a vacuum for an hour and I swear it had a slight triangle shape to it. My arms instinctively went up to my chest and my hands sunk down as if I still had dog anatomy, my panting became more panicked as a wave a of heat kept spreading through me. The feeling was unlike how I felt as a dog and oddly human still. I blame this moment as to what broke my brain and blurred my identity between dog and human. Blue was standing up right and on top of me, what he had for breakfast was filling my slightly enhanced nostrils as he breathed deeply in my face. His tongue so clost to the entrance of my mouth I took it upon myself to kiss him; not as a dog would kiss with long chaotic licks but as a human would to another human. My pink lips against his black ones, his tongue trying to wiggle into my mouth as he misunderstood the activity. His cock hovering erect over my tummy as unidentified liquid leaks out over me. My tail wagging with anticipation. My tongue finds his and its the first time I give myself to a dog. Not as an equal or a submissive bitch, but as a romantic partner.

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The news of my pregnancy made me angry more than anything. I was basically raped by a dog and now I had to carry his children. A doctor’s visit led me to the conclusion that the babies did not shift with me and that they would be puppies and not humans. I relief flooded me as the implications of this hit. It would be a shorter gestation process, they wouldn’t be as painful to produce since they are small, it wouldn’t do as much permanent damage to my body because of the size, and I don’t know if I could take care of a human child at this stage of life.

I had no where else to go, I was lost and harboring a medical anomaly. The doctor said to just treat it like a regular pregnancy; but how could I when I couldn’t tell my friends and family that I fucked a dog. Thats what led me to the door of my ex. Its already been a month so I would be halfway through pregnancy if we were counting just pure dog gestation. However, the doc said that my human anatomy would slow things down due to my human inability to “rush things”. She estimated about 4 months total.

My ex opened the door and heard me out. He and his fiancé were the ones to see me as a dog and turn ravenous for Blue so surely they would understand my situation. My ex said he would talk to his partner and get back to me. Im not sure what I was looking for but whatever it was, he understood. He always did. It wasnt until a week past that time when he came over to my place, Blue on a leash next to him.

I was furious at him. He brought the one animal that keeps me up at night? The one being that has moral ambiguity on who raped who? The literal father of my litter of puppies. Im glad he was there but I would have rather the queen bitch he calls a partner show up here alone and tell me to fuck off. Blue looked erratic, immediately noticing I was harboring his puppies. My ex stayed calm and tried to talk to me why he couldnt help all while Blue became rock hard and started whimpering. My eyes feeling like they had gained full autonomy as they kept finding his red rocket as my ex droned on. The questions and concerns I had about Blue being here melted into relief. It then turned back to pain as I realized what I wanted again. The agony those 10-20 minutes caused led to my final fall from humanity. I whimpered back at him and slinked to Blue on all fours. My ex had gone silent but not raising his voice or stopping me. He just sat and watched as Blue rolled over to his back, erect penis leaking and making his tummy a mess. Before I had a second thought the pointy tip was striking the back of my throat and causing me to gag. I was sucking like my life depended on it, desperate for the taste of his cum again. As I bobbed up and down his knot started to inflate and I had a choice. Let my mouth get trapped as my teeth could not physically get around the knot, or release and perhaps I could compose myself again.

I loom bsck and find it cute I thought I had a choice. Blue’s penis is so large that I couldnt breathe as his knot took up my whole air pathway. Tears streamed down as his knot took hold. As low as I thought I could go I always seem to hit bottom after bottom. Not to spoil anything but this is not the last rock bottom I will hit. My mouth getting knotted pushed my standing in society from common contributor to society, an adult making her way, someone desirable to men, ‘a catch’; all the way down… to dog flesh light. His balls twitched as his potent seed drowns my throat. The addictive substance leeks out of my mouth past his knot and over himself as the sheer amount chokes me. My beautiful human mouth was now akin to a bitch in heat’s pussy as it takes a doberman’s load. Theres breeding machines that do this kind of work, that extract semen from various animals; why use those when they apparently can use my entire throat. This would go on for 30 minutes as stinking dog cum leaks out of my gagging mouth and nose but most importantly straight down my throat. I got into a rhythm of breathing and swallowing until it was only a little uncomfortable. What broke my concentration was feeling a prick in my vagina as my ex prodded me. His tip moving up and down my labia to ask the question on whether or not he should continue. In this state I would have accepted an actual Bull penis inside me as my brain liquified in horniness. I subtle nod as best I could while attached to a dog knot allowed him inside me as he fucked me relentlessly. It had been so long since I’ve been with my ex and part of me missed it. He doesnt have the biggest equipment in the world but he certainly knows how to use it. His length longer than Blue’s but the dog’s girth is no match and would trade a human penis for his any day. My ex rams my poor cunt hard as each jostle leads Blue’s balls to twitch further. It wasnt long until a dog and his master were both simultaneously cumming into the same worthless bitch.

I decided to dare try something as both of my orifices were being flooded. I tried half changing again and found it surprisingly easy. Nipples and small orbs of fat grew from my abdomen as the pads of my paws hardened. Despite the giant object threatening to completely restrict my air ways the transformation allowed for my long dog tongue to form. Judging by Blue’s whimpers it seemed to be a positive change. Mostly I was just looking for my pussy to shrink into the familiar canine, puffy triangle. As my ex blew his load and my transformation took hold he exasperated at the sight of the half dog girl in front of her. His dick unable to retract as my dog cunt squeezes around his dick. He understood the assignment and wasted no time pumping in and out. The feeling of getting fucked with a human penis as I had dog anatomy felt very similar to how being fucked by Blue as a human felt; something about a foreign object entering into something it shouldn’t makes it drive me insane. He came again in great moans and about a quarter of the cum. I eventually released him as he slurped out of my now reformed human pussy as white sticky DNA leaks out. It was around that time as well that Blue’s knot shrunk enough for me to retract myself, his dick still spurted little globs of his beautiful semen.

I didnt always love dog cock. That metallic tasting, sweaty, red popsicle sticking out of the sheath of my ex’s pet. It’s all I think about nowadays. So much so that my ex was thinking of adopting me and have me be his pup full time.

Pushing back a couple weeks ago and a little introduction of me. I have a curse where I turn into people or animals against my will. It’s usually the worst possible transformation at the worst possible time and it really fucks me at every turn in my life. It messes with my head too and I have to go through constant therapy to keep myself from going insane. Imagine you’re in school worrying about how well you are going to do on your final only to slowly and painfully morph into some insect creature. Or talking to a boy you like and you turn into some old man which turns out to be his estranged father. It’s a true curse with only one small upside; after I turn into that person or animal, I can turn back into them at will. Its the only control I have with myself and why I am able to make money in the first place. I rent myself out to zoos where I pretend to be exotic animals ive previously turned into. Its actually very lucrative and I get to make my own schedule so everything is flexible. Thats neither here nor there, as you probably are seeing where this is going.

Fast forwarding back to my ex. We still love each other but I kept turning into his mom accidentally during sex so it honestly was a green flag for him to draw the line there. We still see each other and have sex sometimes, I do have Shakira saved as someone I can turn into which is probably the only cool thing I have in my change log. He loves fucking Shakira. We grew apart because of my difficulties and it brings us to now where he is going on vacation with his now fiancé and im here to watch his dog Blue. A giant scary doberman retired from the police force. Hes really a sweetie once he gets to know you but he doesnt know many people. So despite his fiancé’s concern for me being at their house while they were away, I was really the only option.

It goes as well as any dog sitting could go until about day 4 when I start to feel my hands and feet get rough. The familiar feeling of bones squishing togethor like they are being melted and reformed takes over. I start to itch all over as white curly hair starts sprouting from my skin. My organs shrink and rearrange as I fall over on all fours. This would normally be mind numbingly painful but thankfully the curse also suspends my receptors as everything gets remade, including my human instincts. I black out and wake up with Blue the massive doberman standing over me with confusion and concern as one of his trusted humans now is in the form of some poodle terrier mix. His giant form looms over me as the wave of senses comes rushing to me. New smells and new ways of viewing the world rushes to me as I take it all into my now tiny brain. I bark in an attempt to speak human curses which causes Blue to rear back. He massive teeth bare at me as his first instinct is to attack the unknown. I instinctively sneeze and roll over on my back to show how little of a threat I am. Ive seen hime tear shreds into toys twice my size and way more durable. Then my sense of overwhelming smells evens out to let me hone in on the most interesting ones. The closest is Blue who is now sniffing my brand new puppy crotch. The puffy vagina sits there to the open as an overwhelming heat clouds everything else in my mind. Ive been in heat before but ive always been able to keep myself away from compatible species. I want to make it clear I have had no desire to be with Blue up until this point and I dont think you would understand the urge until you were forcibly put into a hormonal dogs body.

I estimate with my age of 26 that in some translation to dog years leaves me to be well overdue for dog puberty and a whole hell of a lot of hormones were coursing through me. I deduced all of this afterwards. In the meantime, this small ass form needed one thing out if this world. Needed it more than food, water, or my lack of understanding for oxygen. My black and white vision getting blurrier by the second as real heat pumps in my veins and to my dog vagina causing it to throb and glisten with welcoming fluids. There was no convincing Blue, it was animal instinct meeting animal instinct. As sure as gravity did our bodies collide together. The memory of myself getting to all fours and having my ass up was nonexistent. In moments his dog penis was causing immeasurable pleasure to me as my tiny tongue lopped out of my grunting small body. From the outside the scene probably looked ridiculous as such a giant dog fucks a some small yapper dog into complete submission. My senses refusing to revert back to me as he continued to pump faster and faster into my small body. The impossible combination should have done terrible damage to my small dog form but seeing that non of this is natural would suspect some change curse fuckery was in play.

I had actually talked extensively about the horrible possibility of animal sex with my therapist. It got to a conclusion that it was morally fine for that contingency to happen seeing that for the first few hours my brain warped completely so much so that I couldn’t remember that I could change back until I got ahold of myself 2-3 hours later. What I was not prepared for was passing out as a dog as the pain of his knot shot up my stomach and dog uterus as he pumped an unfortunate amount of dog semen into my fertile dog pussy. I woke up to find myself in human form, naked, and still connected to his knot as the last of his dog sack gets emptied into me. Theres no excuse for what happened next, I could try to but it makes no difference, i sat up, the knot easily slurped out of my now human vagina. Small spurts of dog cum still leaks out but the main damage was all that was leaking out of my pussy. My expanded human uterus could now easily take a lot more dog cum but it still leaked out as a testament to how much he put in me. Questions and concerns flooded my brain but were all but pushed down as the my main objective still had not changed from when I was a dog. The overwhelming urge to get pregnant by anyone, anything, pushed me to leam over and ick my crotch. Not able to do it anymore as a human I struggled and grunted to get to the floor where I lapped up his cum from the floor and the salty metallic taste pushed me further toward him. Blue and I locked eyes as we both momentarily had the same expression of ‘oh shit did we just do that’. Which changed immediately as my human mouth dove for his still hard dog penis. The knot had swelled down but its full thing still as hard as a dog penis could be. The smell of wet dog filled my brain as everything went numb. The overwhelming horniness warped my judgement as I prepped him to mount me again. He seemed to get the message immediately and sat up to make it easier for me. To add insult to injury he put a paw on the top of my head in agreement that I should shove his cock further in my throat. His drool dripping on me and it made me think of my ex who would do the same forcing of the back of my head and spitting on me to assert dominance. I add that feeling of warped humanity to my useless excuses as to why I continued.

Hello! This is a short story about a girl, stricken with boredom, who decides to foster a dog for a night and has her world turned upside down. CW: beast, mild pain.

I am excited to present this story today. For years, I have written smut for my own enjoyment, but this is the first time I have ever shared it publicly. I am new to editing a work for release, so there may be errors. I really hope some of you can enjoy it and maybe even have useful feedback!

This story is purely a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. Any resemblance to real people or organizations is coincidental.

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Cicadas droned endlessly outside as a cruel reminder of my confinement. My phone told me the temperature was in the triple digits, I didn’t even bother to read the exact number. My only respite: cold, conditioned air blew across my sweat-beaded skin. In an attempt to beat the heat I had stripped down to just a T-shirt; hardly changing for the duration of the recent heat wave, I had become well accustomed to the view of my bare thighs, and even a little proud of my great figure. I ought to show of my legs more often, I thought to myself.

Splayed discourteously across my couch, my phone held in hand above my face as I mindlessly scrolled social media. Across my feed flashed a number of posts from my friends and family, nearly all of whom had left town for the summer. But I remained, alone and nearly dying of boredom. Foolishly, I had rejected any vacation plans so that I could work through the summer and save some money. I was entering my senior year of university, and I wanted to save up for a massive trip after my graduation-- somewhere cold no doubt. My little idea was great when it was just a plan, but now left me with more free time than I knew what to do with. Work was off for the weekend and I had no one to spend time with. So I scrolled and scrolled and scrolled. My parents were in Paris for their anniversary, a handful of my friends planned a trip together to Cancún, another visited her family across the country.

My mind had became so saturated with endless posts that I found myself spacing out staring at an advertisement for nearly a minute. When I snapped out of it, I continued my march onto the next post, but something in that ad had caught my attention. I went back to it. It was a post from my local animal shelter. The ad space was mostly taken up with a picture of a cute dog-- a Labrador, I reckoned-- and a call to action, “Be a Hero! Foster a dog! Commitments as short as one night.”

I couldn’t say exactly why, but I was suddenly infatuated with the idea of fostering a dog. It was strange, I had never owned a dog-- my family was a cat owning household my entire life-- but I felt I wanted to do it. It would be nice to have something to do, and have a bit of companionship. I followed the link on the ad, I was brought to a rather small forum to sign up as a volunteer, which mostly just asked for my basic info. I was given the choice of duration to foster for, lasting up to three months. I selected one night (listed as an enrichment activity). I was surprised by how quick and easy it was. There was no ID check, no signature required, no affirmation that you even knew how to take care of a dog. Nevertheless, I submitted the forum. My next instructions were to go to the shelter the next day and pick out my new companion.

I hardly slept that night, partly because of the incessant heat-- I practically sweat through my sheets-- but I was mostly restless thinking of my day ahead of me. I worried that the staff at the shelter would interrogate me on my lack of dog care knowledge, persuade me away from fostering. I shifted my thoughts to considering what type of dogs would be there. What if they didn’t have a breed of dog I liked? I wasn’t even sure what breed of dog I would like, on account of never having owned a dog before. I considered it: I wanted a big dog, fluffy, smart… and muscular. With the mental image locked in my mind, I drifted to sleep.

For the first time since school let out, I woke bright and early. I hardly gave myself the time to get ready and I made my coffee to go. I wanted to be at the shelter as soon as it opened. I figured this would give me the best chance of getting my dream dog. I threw on some clothes, namely a pair of exercise shorts which had an incredibly short inseam. I never would have considered wearing these shorts anywhere except for a run, but I had loved the view of my legs so much as of recently, I wanted to cover them as little as possible.

Sure enough, I made it to the shelter a few minutes before opening time. Thankfully the staff were already there and welcomed me into the reception building.

“How can I help you today?” The worker behind the counter asked.

“Hello,” I had spotted her name on her badge: Jackie, she was about my age and stunningly gorgeous. “I signed up as a new foster volunteer, I was told online to come here to pick up a dog.” she didn’t seem to pick up on my lacking skills.
“Great! We’re always looking for new volunteers! Can I get your name?”

“Layla Ericcson.”

She clacked some info into her computer for a moment. I took the time to look around the building. The shelter was nice. Tall open ceilings, industrial architecture. It was clean and bright, contrasting to my mental image of a dark and cramped dog pound. Behind the desk extended a log hallway, to the kennels I presumed. I was surprised by how quiet the environment was, only occasionally I heard a dog bark echo throughout the facility.

“Ah, here you are. Lets see what dogs are available,” she fumbled around with a stack of papers on the desk before retreating down the hallway behind her, I followed closely, “we have three dogs available to be fostered today. Do you have any experience with dogs?”

There it was, the question I dreaded so much, “No… Not really.”

“No worries! A lot of our volunteers never had a dog before! I only ask because one of our dogs available today is a bit… difficult. He may not be the best for first time dog owners.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Jackie really didn’t seem to mind. We continued walking down the hall until she stopped and read her stack of papers. The door before us was marked ‘Dog Kennels’, my presumption earlier was correct. Jackie let me in and I could see the row of a dozen or so dog kennels, each more than a meter wide and reaching from floor to ceiling. Rather spacious, I thought.

As if she heard my thoughts, Jackie said, “These are our kennels for the big dogs, puppies and small dogs are housed elsewhere.”

“I was looking for a big dog anyhow.”

“Great! In that case, we have three options.”

She shuffled through her stack of papers again before stepping in front of one of the kennels. Inside was a smaller dog, some kind of mutt, she looked old.

“This is Lola, she’s ten years old, but a real sweetie.”

“Cute.” I said politely. It was obvious I wasn’t interested.

Jackie flipped to the next paper in her stack. She walked a few kennels down. In this kennel was a massive beast of a dog, a German Shepherd. Probably weighing thirty pounds more than myself and chiseled with muscle, even apparent under his soft fur. His square head watched me intensely as I walked in front of his cage, like a wolf stalking his prey. I couldn’t help but feel a little something inside of me, maybe it was primal fear, maybe it was excitement, but I knew once we locked eyes that he was the one for me, or rather I was the one for him.

“This is Cream, he is available, but I think we should move on” Jackie said before quickly moving ahead.

“A strange name.” I called out. He had a brown coat, not a cream colored one.

“I named him that,” Jackie responded. She didn’t elaborate, but I could tell there was more to it.

“He is the one.”

Jackie was nervous, “Are you sure? There is one more dog. Cream is really difficult. The last volunteer reported some unusual behavior,” then, under her breath she mentioned, “He isn’t fixed.”

I shuttered at the way she said it, my mind raced with ideas of what he could possibly have done. Was he violent? “I’m sure. He is the one.”

“Alright,” Jackie said, unsure. “Sit,” she commanded Cream.

As soon as he sat, I got a better look at him, and his underside. Extending proudly from his pelvis was a massive furry sheath. I tried not to look, as if to give him respect and privacy, but its pure size drew my gaze. Attached just below, and now resting heavily on the floor of the kennel were two massive balls. Clearly, he was not neutered. Jackie opened his kennel and slipped on his leash. Throughout the entire interaction, Cream never broke eye contact with me. My stomach was twisted into a pretzel as I tried to clear my mind of his heavy balls. It was all I could think of.

“He clearly likes you,” Jackie acted surprised, “I’ve never seen him so calm before!” She handed me the leash.

He walked perfectly by my side for the long walk back up to the desk, never breaking stride. Only he walked just slightly ahead of me, not pulling, as if to lead me, or maybe protect me. It made my heart melt. Jackie walked me through the last bit of paperwork and left me with a bag of basic supplies for the dog: care instructions, food, bowls, a brush, and some toys. Additionally, since he was a troubled dog, I was given the task of clicking for him whenever he did good behavior, that way he would be reinforced and continue that behavior. I guess it made him more adoptable, but frankly, I was hardly listening as my mind was already thinking of what I would do when I got home. Jackie handed me the clicker, which I placed in my shorts pocket.

Soon enough the paperwork was done. Jackie solemnly wished me luck as I headed towards my car. Thankfully Cream was real well behaved, I hardly held the leash as my hands were occupied with the food bags, but he still didn’t pull. At the car I had the plan to put all the food on the passenger seat and have Cream sit in the back, that way he would have more room to lay down, but as soon as I opened the passenger door, he took it as his queue to jump in. Politely sat on the passenger seat, I figured if he wanted to sit there, who am I to say otherwise? I relented and threw the dog food in the back. Thankfully, Cream relaxed his gaze as soon as we started driving. Otherwise I think I would have been too nervous to really focus on the road.

Once disembarked, he led me from the parking lot back to my unit, as if he knew the way already. I fumbled with the keys. In that time, he marked the door, as if to say it was his territory. Great, I thought as I opened the door, something to clean up later. He calmly walked in, looking around and getting the lay of the land. I removed his leash.

“This is your new home, boy.” I said to him.

Next to the kitchen I dropped the heavy bag of dog food, and from the selection of care items I took his bowls out and filled one with water. I scouted an empty corner of the room that would be reserved for Cream. He watched me carefully. I bent over at the waist to place his bowls on the floor. As I did, I felt the nylon of my shorts pull back, revealing the fabric of my underwear, slightly damp with sweat from carrying the heavy bags. Like a moth to a flame, Cream saw his opportunity, shooting up and digging his muzzle down the open leg of my shorts. I felt his wet nose slam roughly against my pussy, only separated by a thin layer of fabric. His warm breath oscillated over my taint. A shiver ran down my spine as I was briefly immobilized. Then, instinctively, I stood up straight and pushed his muzzle away from my pussy. Any longer and I think he would’ve involved his tongue. I felt my face flushing red.

“Hey! Watch it!” I shouted, as if I was condemning a creepy stranger.

Frustrated, I grabbed the care manual from his bag and marched to the sofa. I sat, curled up, leaving him no access to my pussy again. Cream just laid down by the bowls, but kept his eyes fixed on me. As the events that just occurred became more clear to me, I realized how violated I was. Jackie’s warnings from earlier now made sense, he was a real rascal. I flipped through the manual. Most of the information pertained to basic care, such as how much food to give, who to call in emergencies, that sort of thing. At the end of the book was the training section, it was rather short, but the last blurb caught my attention:

>At our shelter, we never use negative reinforcement. Do not yell at or hit the dogs, this upsets them and they do not learn. Instead, try ignoring the bad behavior and reward positive behavior even more! Remember to use the clicker for good behavior.

I looked up at Cream. I could tell just by his expression, he felt bad. And now, I was a bit guilty too. He was only a dog, he didn’t know any better. I was being rash for assuming he had bad intentions. He was probably just curious about how I smelled. Dogs smell each other all the time, right?

I figured I’d make it up to him. I went to pick up his food bowl, only this time I was prepared when bending over. I faced him and bent at the knees, as to not expose myself again. Cream stood in excitement when I opened the food bag and filled his bowls according to instructions. As a part of training, I instructed him to sit before receiving his food. He did as commanded, but as he sat, his underbelly was revealed. From his sheath, now wide, protruded a red cylinder. I didn’t exactly know what it was. Was he injured? I never seen anything like it before, but then again, I never had a dog before. I squatted down, same as before, to place down the bowls, but at the same time I was now eye level with his groin. I got a better look, the cylinder was maybe two inches in diameter, tapered to a rounded point and dripping clear fluid. Thinking maybe it was a wound that I would have to report, I reached out and touched the clear liquid to my finger before bringing it to my nose. The unmistakable stench of semen overwhelmed my senses. Just then it clicked, he did know what he was doing earlier when he sniffed my panties. And he was getting off to it! That pervert!

I stood up in rage, he took that as a sign to start eating. I was about to yell at him again before stopping myself, remembering what the manual said about positive reinforcement. My face turned bright red again and all I could think to do was run away. This time to my bed, where I curled up and couldn’t help but cry. I felt so violated, but more than anything I felt like I was a failure. I wasn’t cut out for this whole foster volunteer thing. I’d have to march back in tomorrow morning and tell Jackie I just couldn’t do it. God I felt lousy.

A few moments passed when I heard Cream finish his food. The clicking of his paws on the floor grew closer before he entered the bedroom. I felt like accosting him, telling him to get out and leave me alone, but I didn’t. He waltzed in and right up to my face. At first, I was mad at him, the face of the perpetrator who just violated me. Soon enough I calmed down. Cream was licking away my tears and my anger melted. How could I stay mad at someone so sweet? I gave him a reassuring pat on the head. His soft fur between my fingers as I drifted to sleep.

I awoke the next morning aware of how things had changed. Instead of laying on the floor by my side like he had the night before, Cream was now not just on the bed, but on top of me. His head resting on my chest. I found my left arm wrapped around him and resting on his flank as if he were my partner. I savored the calm moment. We only had a few hours left before I was due to return him to the shelter. Maybe I was cut out for this whole dog owning thing after all, Cream was so happy. He was happy because of me. That realization, that I was desired and making a difference in another’s life, filled me with so much joy.

We laid together for some time. I had long since fully awoken, but I didn’t feel ready for the day. I wanted our time together to last as long as possible. Our time felt far more valuable than the days I had wasted on my phone before. I needed nothing more than to pet his soft muscular side as he laid on top of me.

I found my pats to become more and more rhythmic. I swayed my arm across his abdomen from the bottom of his ribs to his thighs, feeling his silky fur move beneath my sensitive fingertips. I loved the feel of his lustrous pelt, I wanted more. My hand migrated down his side, towards his belly. His fur became increasingly soft. It was far better than any coat or blanket I owned.

Upon the arrival of my hand across his belly, I felt an involuntary twitch through Cream’s muscles, as if tickled. Slowly, almost in slow motion, I saw his hips hinge open, revealing his most sensitive region to me. Immediately my mouth became parched and my breath became shallow as I stared upon what he had revealed to me. Again I saw his massive hanging balls and his fuzzy sheath. I knew the idea to reveal this to me was intentional on Cream’s part, as if to say “this is your choice.” It felt different, being the one to initiate, unlike yesterdays proceedings. I was grappled with a choice which I was for. But in reality, the choice was not mine; as if of it’s own volition, my hand floated through the air slowly adrift towards Cream’s prepuce. I was helpless to stop its march. I was nearly paralyzed as my mind failed to consider what I would have done if I were to intentionally touch his dick. What would I become?

Contact. A firm grasp. I was immediately taken aback by its warmth-- almost burning. I felt a resistance in my hand, like an inflating balloon caught between my fingers. Rapidly his sheath expanded, nearly tripling in size over a matter of seconds. I couldn’t help but scoff. Already it hardly fit in my hand, leaving me to imagine what was to come when he was fully erect. Pain and regret would surely follow. As his skin stretched to the contours of his now massive cock, I felt the definition of his bulbous knot form, yet to be exposed. Just then a flash of red as the tip of his penis revealed itself from within. I was hooked and I wanted to see more. I made small strokes, no more than a few millimeters in travel, up and down along his stroke. Like a bicycle pump, each stroke inflated his red penis more and more. Small strokes erupted into larger pumps across the surface of his sheath. I felt the knot slip between my digits, closer and closer to exposure.

I swear I heard a wet pop as the knot revealed itself. Stunned by its massive girth, I was motionless. In all of its glory his entire erect cock sat before me. Marbled with purple veins and with a shiny finish, it was a textbook example of a canine phallus. A fowl stench emanated from it, reeking primarily of semen and pheromones. Significantly larger than my balled fist I knew there was no way that thing could fit inside any mate. I pondered how procreation was even possible when I was hit with a dazzling thought: I just signaled to be his mate. I would soon find out how the knot fit, one way or another. Cream, still laying his head on my chest eyed me, questioning why I had paused the foreplay. I did too. What did I get myself into? Fuck, I wanted out. There was no way I would survive his knot. I thought of an out but Cream became antsy. The worst thing to happen would be if he grew impatient and had his way with me-- he was certainly strong enough to do so. Maybe if I just gave him a quick hand job it would de-escalate the situation and things could go back to normal, I thought. I saw no other path forward.

Carefully, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his knot. Even warmer than before, and coated in what felt like a thin layer of slime. A natural lubrication I presumed. Whatever it was, it came in handy as my grip effortlessly slipped up and down across his knot. Through the sensitive skin I felt the beating of his heart, in tune with my own. Within myself, I felt anxious, but my body wept for more. My mind screamed this was wrong, but the bio-mechanical factory only knew to prepare for sex. A parting in my vagina signaled it was ready for a foreign intrusion; then the waterworks. I was practically dripping for him.

I could tell Cream was enjoying my touch as he began thrusting into my hand with each stroke. His hot wet member filling my hand as he did most of the work. I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have him inside of me. Largely, he was in control of the pace and I was just a hand to relieve himself on. And sure enough he soon came to climax, or at least what I assumed was climax. I felt his knot intensely throbbing between my fingers as his thrusts ground to a halt. Slippery clear fluid spurt from his urethra, painting my abdomen in his warmth. The volume and color was off from what I had known in humans; I almost thought it was just precum, but I instead chalked it up to reproductive differences in humans and dogs.

Still ravenous with desire myself, I felt it was time to tend to my own needs. I figured a relaxing bath and the exploratory touch of my own fingers was in order to unpack what I had just gone through. With a skip I was out of bed and in the bathroom, the door closed but not latched behind me. I threw off my cum soaked clothes, landing somewhere near the tub, as I drew the bath. Rapidly the room filled with an intense steam. Despite the summer heat, the humidity felt nice, like a sauna. I was on my knees bent over feeling the warmth of the water as I heard the door squeak open. In the brief moment of lucidity I saw Cream enter the bathroom, no less erect than before he came. His cock dripping with the same clear fluid as before. It was in that moment I realized my initial inclination was right: it was only precum. He was not done with me yet.

I was left stunned, and without time to react as the feral beast approached me. Paralyzed with fear, I could not escape his rough tongue as it now made contact with my now unclad pussy. It wouldn’t have been better presented to him if I slapped a bow on my ass. With great force I felt his paddle-like tongue scooping out my insides, each pass brushing against my ever expanding clit and lapping up my now gushing fluids. A calming wave washed over my mind, I felt no fear nor desire to leave this situation any more. My muscles relaxed and my abdomen fell to the rim of the bath. Some primal, gurgling moan escaped me, which Cream understood better than any command. In an instant, he was on top of me his tapered prick mere centimeters away from my gaping hole, ready to penetrate. I found my body adjusting its self, knees widening, hip turning up, as if to welcome the new guest.

I felt his gyrations as he adjusted his hold on me. I knew penetration was imminent. The next second of my life played out in stunning fidelity, each millisecond were an entire lifetime of pleasure. First, the greatest extremities of his tip entered within me. Tapered to a soft point and lead with narrow glans. Almost prehensile, I felt it wiggle inside me, feeling its new environs before proceeding further. Linearly I felt his girth increase inside me. Several centimeters slid in unobstructed, not yet at its greatest circumference and well lubricated I was beginning to doubt my concerns of pain from earlier. Now approaching my cervix, I experienced the greatest pressure thus far at his widest point (bar the knot). Completely satisfied this were as far as I had gone with any other partner prior, and yet his range of motion was not yet exhausted. Crashing and rapidly redirected into my fornix as Cream still pushed deeper. I had been stretched more than I had ever been before as his knot slapped against my labia, far too large to have any hope of entry. All in a second, this sensational experience repeated with each thrust of his hips. Any and all thought escaped my mind as I was reduced to a trembling lump of flesh for Cream’s pleasure. Each thrust of his penis was so large it compressed my diaphragm, I gasped for air and moaned with each exhale. As Cream found his rhythm he lowered his head onto my shoulder and I too could hear his breathing matched mine.

This stage of our engagement felt like an hour, but in reality it were only a minute or so. Unbeknownst to me his humping was not the final stage of our copulation, merely intense foreplay as he increased the volume of lubricating fluids gushing out of me-- a strange mix of vaginal secretions and his torrential precum. His sinister plot was revealed to me as reeled back to give one great thrust into me, plunging his knot part way inside me, nearly ripping me asunder. I felt a shocking pain come from between my legs quickly dulled by the pleasure. He was unsuccessful in his attempt, quickly resetting and trying again. A new stage were upon us as each thrust were forceful and deliberate. Pushing ever so slightly deeper inside me.

But the pain became greater. It was becoming unbearable, I was right earlier and I had made a grave mistake. I wanted nothing more to get out of that situation. I tried desperately to pull away from his strong grasp to no avail. Finally, my vein attempts were met with one more awesome push as I felt my own flesh relent against his siege, the castle doors were breached. His knot fully inside me. At this point I think my insides were more dog than human.

The moment after knotting were markedly calm, as if the signals were still working their way up my nerves to register in my brain. But sure enough they arrived and I was hit with a tidal wave of complex stimuli, punctuated by two primary sensations: pain and pleasure. Perfectly balanced these two experiences were. Now I was not someone who sought out pain, in fact I was rather pain adverse, but at this time it felt better than any orgasm I had experienced. I was shaken from my pain-induced trance by shivering waves of ecstasy-- the first of many orgasms.

I noticed a strange phenomenon, as time passed with his knot firmly inside me, as his penis wiggled and twitched, I felt a growing pressure, not from his knot but deeper inside of me. Soon, it occurred to me what the source of the flow was: semen. A near continuous load was being injected inside of me, corked by his knot and nowhere to go but deeper inside of me. Infiltrating my womb in a strange search for an egg-- any egg to impregnate. Surely, I thought, there must be some fertilization, our gametes fusing deep inside of me, somehow. His flow did not abate and the pressure increased. I was visibly distended from his semen alone. The pressure mounted and began to hurt as well. With pregnancy the body has months to adapt to the stretching of the uterus, for me it were mere seconds.

I had no sense of time as this continued. It may have been minutes or perhaps hours. I stared down at the bath in front of me, long since overflowing with steamy water, hair draped soaking in the water, drool escaped from the corner of my lips. The material world around me no longer existed. I was in a higher dimension. Orgasms came and went with regularity as Cream did nothing but sit inside me. Like the final movement of a long symphony, our time together was reaching its crescendo. Despite the ever present flow of cum inside of me, I surmised that he too was reaching his climax. With a final masterful load, he let out a whimper. He was done.

It occurred to me what I had read before about reinforcing positive behavior. Still mounted, I reached over to the floor and felt for my discarded shorts from earlier, now soaked with bathwater I grabbed the clicker I was given from the pocket. I raised my hand and gave it a firm press. An audible click rang out, Cream’s ears perked up, we both understood its meaning: he had done well.

Only then his knot began to deflate. In these final moments conjoined, the pleasure slowly faded and I was once again wrought with pain. We both pulled apart from each other to no avail. The suction of his massive knot was too great. He continued to deflate until a long hiss sounded, the suction was broken and finally his cock fell out of me. A tsunami of various fluids drained from inside me at great pressures, nearly instantly I felt like my lungs doubled in size and I lost twenty pounds. But not for several hours did my uterus drain nor my vagina return to its usual breadth.

At some point, I really don’t know when, I stood and casually turned off the water. The bathroom was so steamy I could hardly see my hands and I stood in a pool of water. I was completely drenched in fluids, mostly my own sweat. Cum dripped down my leg as I left the room in search of my phone. It was on my nightstand still from the night before. I checked the time, nearly four in the afternoon. The shelter closed at five and I had to return Cream today.

Unbothered, and frankly with no desire to return Cream, I began to ready myself. Hardly following my regular routine I washed the worse of his semen off myself and tied my hair up. Not feeling like dressing, I just put on my underwear from yesterday (spared from the bath water as they had fallen on the bathroom counter) and a t-shirt. Technically good enough to go in public, legs completely bare, I walked Cream out to the car and drove mindlessly to the shelter.

Upon my return, I was greeted by Jackie at the front desk again. A smile grew across her face as she saw my return. The change in demeanor obvious in both Cream and myself.

A smile grew across her face, “Welcome back! Cream seems so happy!”

I looked down at Cream and smiled, a sudden thought entered my mind, “I think I will adopt him.” I finally understood why Jackie had named him Cream.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. If you did, or have any suggestions/criticisms please leave a comment or send me a DM.
I have plans for a part 2, only if enough people are interested :3

I am searching for a wholesome story between a girl and her canine same like "A woman's bestfriend" as that story is left in middle.....a love story between a girl and her canine husband.....