r/BeastFiction

Jenni didn’t have much "real" experience, hell, she didn’t even have many friends. She was always the one to prefer spending her evenings alone and cozy in her bedroom, reading her smutty books under her pink girly bedsheets. But night after night of solitude have caused her little kitty to grow impatient. Tonight was one of those nights. She felt herself gently throbbing down there.

It started as a little itch, a slight discomfort. But like a planted seed the discomfort grew, gaining strength by the day. Her hand just isn't cutting it anymore. She lets out a frustrated little huff and checks the calendar. Just as she feared, she was ovulating. “great” she thinks. “Another week of frustration 😒.”

She hated ovulation week. Every cell in her body was screaming at her to find a mate. To find someone to touch her. But what was she supposed to do?? She barely knew any cute boys. Let alone one she could trust enough to sleep with. Hell, even if she did, her parents were right downstairs! She could never manage to sneak a him in here! She let out a frustrated sigh, weighing her options. 

“I guess I could watch porn?” she thought to herself. But just as quickly as the thought had arisen, it had vanished. Between the hormones and the loneliness, Porn just didn’t feel like enough. She felt like she needed contact with a living thing. 

She crossed her arms and pouted, briefly feeling like all hope was lost before the faint tingle of an idea began to materialize in her little head. She remembered one of her friends at a sleepover giggling and talking about phone sex one time. “I wonder if I could find someone to do that with..” she thought to herself. She reached for her phone.

Jenni didn’t really know where to start, so she just took a guess at what to do. She drafted up a post on a shady seeming part of the internet explaining her plight. Her little heart fluttered with surprise and excitement when she saw a glowing red dot appear just moments after pressing send, a notification!

She exchanged pleasantries with the stranger, introducing herself as you would to a new classmate or a relative you’ve never met. She noted that he seemed almost surprised by her joviality, her innocence. Maybe even excited? She thought that was a bit strange, but before she had any time to fester on it her phone rang. It was him. 

“Holy shit, I’m really gonna do this.” She thought. And with shaky hands, she answered.

The opening minutes of the conversation were mostly just her nervous chattering, but his calm presence soon slowed her down. He spoke like he knew everything she was doing. Like he knew her better than she knew herself. And something in him felt.. dark? She wasn’t really sure why, but she felt her pussy start to get a bit warmer, a fact that mildly embarrassed her. She began mindlessly running her fingers over it.

“You’re touching yourself right now. Aren’t you?” He asked.

“Ummm… yeah” she answered sheepishly.

“That’s not enough for a girl like you. Girls like you want more don’t they.” 

Too embarrassed to answer directly, Jenni just managed a quiet “yeah.. I think you’re right.”

“So awful that a girl like you is trapped all alone in your room touching yourself. I bet your parents are just outside the door. Poor Jenni gets so horny she doesn’t know what to do with herself.”

She felt herself getting more excited by the minute. There was a certain thrill to feeling exposed. 

“no… I don’t think… umm it’s not enough, you’re right. I… I want more.” She admitted. 

“I thought so. You need to feel warmth, you need to feel what it’s like to be mated. It’s cruel for a little one like you to be all alone. I can make that happen, but you’re going to have to do everything I say, do you understand?” He stated.

She felt herself hesitate. This felt like a point of no return. She had no idea what this stranger had in store for her, but somehow she knew if she agreed, she would do it. There would be no going back. She felt her herself throbbing. 

“I… I think… okay I’ll do it.” It came out almost as a whisper.

“Good girl.” He said. He sounded like he was grinning on the other end of the line. “Do you have a dog?” 

She wrinkled her brow in confusion, but she answered honestly. “Ummm yeah, a german Shepherd. he's right here on my bedroom floor." She replied. Wondering what on earth the relevance could be.

"Good. Take off your clothes, Get on the floor, crawl over to your dog. What is his name?”

Looking back on it, she couldn’t believe how naive she was. Even as she obliged him, she still didn’t *really* know what was happening, she just sort of… did it. She slipped off her clothes and crawled over to her lounging pet. “His name is Russ.” She said.

“I know you’ve never touched a cock before. I know you’ve dreamed about it.. Reach out and feel Reel Russ’s. Tell me what it feels like.”

“WHAT?! You want me to touch my dogs penis???” She nearly shouted.

“Careful now… your parents are just outside the door. Don’t make me warn you again.” He said in a menacing tone.

“Oh umm yeah I’m sorry I was just.. uhh I was just surprised it all. Do I really need to touch it?” She said apologetically.

“Yes you do. Go ahead and hold it, rub it back and forth. What does it feel like?”

Jenni reached out timidly and grasped Russ’s sheathed cock. It felt incredibly warm to the touch. She began stroking it back and forth, Russ’s ears perked.

“It feels warm.” She replied, nearly giggling at the hilarity of the situation. Was she really touching her dogs penis?? This had to be a dream.

“Good girl. Now do you see a red tip poking out?” He asked.

“Oh umm yeah, I see a red thing poking out. What is that??” She asked.

“That’s Russ’s cock. It means you’re doing a very good job! While you stroke him, go ahead and put your mouth over it, play with it with your tongue.”

Jenni felt herself hesitate again. “Umm it looks kinda shiny and wet and… idk should I really be doing thi…”

He cut her off mid sentence. “Do as you’re told little one.”

She paused, fear gripped her for a few seconds.  

“…okay”.  

She bent down and began playing with it, using her tongue to swirl around his tip while she stroked him. It tasted surprisingly.. okay? She wouldn’t say good but, but not as bad as she would have thought. She felt the red part growing, protruding more and more.

“Umm he’s getting a lot bigger, is that okay?” She asked.

“Yes, it means you were a very good girl and Russ is getting ready to play with you! Now you get to do the fun part… Get onto your hands and knees and crawl up in front of big Russ. Give him a little show and wiggle your bum for him. He’ll probably be very excited to see it.”

Jenni did as she was told. She was very nervous about where this was going, but she honestly couldn’t stop herself anymore. Some mix of loneliness and raging hormones had driven her over the edge, she was just so unbelievably horny. She almost didn’t recognize herself at this point. Like, who even was this girl who just licked her dogs penis? What was happening to her!? 

Before she even had a moment to think, she felt a wet nose sniffing aggressively at her kitty, followed by a lick so firm it felt like he was trying to taste her from the inside out. The feeling nearly made her jump.

“Umm mister he’s licking me, is that normal.” She asked nervously.

“Yes, he’s just making sure you’re ready for him. He can smell when little girls are excited. Just be patient. You’re doing good.” 

“Okay.. umm hmm he’s…” and before she could finish her sentence she felt his entire weight crawl up onto her back, his paws scratching at her sides as they impatiently got into a mounting position. She felt something wet and hard poking randomly at her lower half. Russ was wildly humping.

Within a split second he found his mark and plunged into her pussy, causing her to squeak in surprise and stinging pain as he plunged deep inside of her and began thrusting uncontrollably. Russ was an animal, he didn’t know how to wait, he was ready.

“Bite your hand, and don’t make a peep.” The man warned over the phone. “If your parents hear you they’ll take poor Russ away.  Be.. quiet.”

She bit her hand and braced herself as Russ thrusted, her cheek now rubbing on the ground as he rocked her whole body.

“You’re doing such good job. Just relax and it’ll start to feel good. Trust me, every little girl’s first time with their doggie stings at first” the man reassured.

She only managed a muffled grunt in response, too busy biting her hand to make any noise, but she noticed a change happening. Slowly at first, then more and more. It felt… good. Like, really good. Her muffled grunts turned into soft moans, then real, proper moans. She didn’t dare to take her hand out of her mouth.

The man laughed as he heard the change in her noises.

“I can tell you’re enjoying him now. Here’s what you’re going to do. When you feel him start to slow down and get bigger, you’re going to push your bum back into him and get him as deeeep as you can. Then you’re going to take your other hand and rub your pussy. That will help you feel good while Russ grows his knot inside of you, do you understand?”

“mhm” Jenni managed to humm out in between her stifled moans. 

And sure enough, he was right. She felt a swelling, full sensation. She took her other hand and quickly began rubbing her pussy. Russ’s pounding had abruptly stopped, and he pressed himself into her. She did as she was told and pushed herself back into him, feeling him sink deeper into her than she’d ever felt anything before. Feeling him tickle the very deepest parts of her kitty. Parts that nothing had ever touched before. 

“How.. mmm how big is he.. uhhh.. ahhh.. going to get.” She managed to squeak out. 

“Just keep rubbing. You’ll like this part.” He replied.

Jenni did as she was told, and sure enough she felt something start to build. She was so full of Russ she thought she was going to burst. It felt like there was electricity coming from her pussy. The size, it felt.. indescribable. Was this really what sex felt like?? She could have never imagined it could be this nice.

She rubbed harder and harder. Feeling herself full of Russ, feeling his warm furr press into her back, feeling his hot breath above her head. It felt like heaven, like the best thing she’d ever done. She was so close.. she was gonna…

Jenni bit her hand as hard as she could but the orgasm was just too strong. She nearly screamed with pleasure before falling limp. Her hand dropping from her clit onto the ground in between her legs. She laid there in a daze, drooling gently onto the ground. She was half way between awake and asleep, her mind completely empty of every thought.

After a few moments of rest she came back down to earth. She looked back at Russ, who was now trying to get off of her. She was still stuck. Russ’s knot hadn’t gone down hardly at all and she could feel it holding him to her. 

“Um mister that was amazing but he’s still stuck. Is that normal?” She asked, still basking in the afterglow of her first time having sex.

“Oh yes, it means you did such a good job of making Russ happy. He’s taking extra care to put cum in you. Just slowly and gently lower your hips and he’ll pop out.”

“Oh.. okay I’ll try that I guess.” She replied. And began slowly working him out, pulling away from him. Just as she felt him start to move he popped out all at once, the stinging jolt causing her to squeal loudly. She felt warm liquids gushing out of her onto the ground, onto her legs. There was so much it felt like she peed herself.

“Oh crap. I’m sorry mister that was loud” and sure enough just moments later she heard her mother climbing the stairs.

“Jenni sweetie? Everything alright? It sounded like you yelled.” Her mom asked from down the hall, approaching steadily.

Jenni looked at the ground. There was an enormous puddle that came from her. Russ had made quite a mess. Operating on pure instinct she grabbed her clothes and threw them on top of the wet sticky spot. She grabbed her phone and dove under the covers, getting in bed not a single second before her mom opened the door.

“Oh yeah haha, sorry mom that was me. I just had a bad dream.” She said nervously.

“Alright dear, just making sure.” Her mom said warmly, before turning and closing the door.

“Holy crap that was a close one!” Jenny whispered into her phone.

“It was.. you’ll get better at that part with practice. You did very good tonight little one.” He calmly replied.

“Hey ummm mister. thank you… I think that was the best night of my entire life.” She said, already drifting off to sleep as her adrenaline wore off.

“I know it was little one.” And the phone went silent. 

Melissa had never wanted the dog. It was her husband, Jayden, who insisted they’d get a dog for protection. Being away for work seemed easier when he knew Teddy, a three year old German shepherd, was there to protect Melissa. Teddy was supposed to be her gift, but Melissa didn’t think Teddy liked her too much. 

Teddy didn’t listen to her. He listened to Jayden, though. He made sure to properly train the dog and Teddy listened to every command Jayden gave it. 

But when Melissa tried, he ignored her. 

He dragged her around during walks. He jumped on her and she had to practically wrestle him off when he did that. He had a habit of chewing on her shoes and clothes, and he’d gotten particularly interested in her panties. He’d chew on them until they were in shreds. And if the opportunity presented itself, he’d try to hump her. 

And things had only gotten worse with Jayden away for work. Teddy was getting more aggressive. He’d been jumping up on her more often, nearly toppling her to the ground a few times. He would shove his muzzle into her crotch, sniffing heavily and he’d even nipped at the fabric of her jeans a few times. He was more pushy too, he’d bump his nose into the back of her legs and he’d even begun to nip at her. It didn’t feel dangerous, though, more like he was trying to demand something of her. 
And then it finally came to a head. 

Jayden was on his way home from his work trip and Melissa had spent the whole day cleaning in preparation. Jayden had suggested that they’d go out for dinner and Melissa was just getting out of the shower to get ready for their date. Upon opening the bathroom door to let the steam out, Teddy eagerly barged in with his tail wagging. She groaned at his intrusion but still offered a few pets to his head. He followed her out of the bedroom and playfully barked for her attention. Again, she pet him and cooed sweetly as she held her face in her hands and scratched at his cheeks. He was a pain in her ass but she couldn’t resist his cute face. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Her tone was a bit sarcastic, knowing that the dog was anything but good. “Mommy has to get dressed now. Daddy’s gonna be home soon” She cooed again, laughing as Teddy wagged his tail even harder now. 

She reached for his nearby toy and tossed it out into the hallway for him to retrieve, which he dutifully did. She played with him for a bit, dressed only in a towel. On the fifth throw, she moved towards the bathroom where the steam had mostly cleared out. She began brushing her hair when Teddy found her again. He dropped the toy at her feet and when she didn’t toss it, he whined at her. 

“Mommy can’t play right now.” Melissa tried to gently shoo him away as she moved to blow dry her hair. She’d barely begun when Teddy nipped at her, grabbing the towel and yanking it.
“Teddy!” Melissa scolded while grabbing onto the towel and setting the blowdryer back down, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately but I’ve had enough.” She grabbed him by the collar and led him down to the living room with the intent to put him out into the backyard so she could finish getting ready. She slid open the glass door and was about to do the same with the screen door when Teddy turned to grab at her towel again. 
“Stop that!” Melissa yelped and pulled the towel back. 

This time, Teddy growled at her and bared his teeth. It was enough to frighten her and also enough for Teddy to get the towel and pull it to the floor. He did what he did to her panties; sniffed, pawed, and tried to tear it to shreds. 

“Stop it!” She tried again, trying to copy the way Jayden spoke sternly to the dog, but her voice quivered. She tried to cover herself with her hands, nervous that the neighbors might be able to see through the slats of the blinds. She moved to reach for the towel and Teddy snarled again. 

He rubbed his face against the towel but whatever scent he was trying to pick up from there, it didn’t seem to be enough. Before Melissa could think to react, Teddy was sticking his muzzle between her legs and trying to sniff. He lapped at her cunt and Melissa gasped with shock. She pulled away, or at least…she tried to. 

Teddy jumped up at her and Melissa, thinking he might actually try to bite her this time, turned to hide her face and gave the opportunity for Teddy to catch her off guard and knock her to the floor. She fell on her stomach. Of course she tried to scramble to her feet, but Teddy was on top of her and bearing his full weight. He was surprisingly heavy and Melissa was terrified to do anything that might actually provoke Teddy into biting her. 
She tried to lay still, hoping that maybe he’d lose interest. But he didn’t. 

He was sniffing at her and periodically licking at her skin. And then he found her cunt again, she let out a whine that was caught between shock and arousal as the dog’s flat, wide tongue slid over her. He lapped at it again, and again…and again. Her body reacted to the stimulation and she felt herself getting wet. Her thighs trembled. This only seemed to drive Teddy crazier. He buried his snout into her pussy, licking and lapping and nuzzling into her like she’d seen him do to her dirty panties. 
Melissa had to bite her tongue to hold back her whines and moans, remembering that the door to the backyard was open and she certainly didn’t want anyone to hear or see her like this. 

“No, Teddy.” She protested weakly, trying to roll onto her side and escape the lapping tongue. “Stop.” She whimpered, her movements making it so that Teddy’s hot tongue lapped over her sensitive clit. She cried and then quickly covered her mouth. 
When she was almost to her side, Teddy growled again. Nipped at her thigh, almost demanding her submission. But that was crazy. Teddy was just a dog. 

Finding her authority again, “That’s enough.” She moved to get on her hands and knees and this provoked another reaction from Teddy. 

He mounted her. 

“Stop! Get off! Teddy!” She protested loudly, trying to push him off. He scratched at her as he tried to get a hold of her waist and pin her down. “Teddy, please!’ She cried now. Tears had bubbled up and then over. She moved to push him off and Teddy bit at her shoulder. It was not a gentle bite. He held his teeth there, like a warning, and Melissa felt helpless. She sobbed. 

And then she felt it. Teddy’s cock was desperately trying to find her pussy. It poked against her thighs and  rubbed against the outside of her pussy. Sometimes it caught on her hole, but he couldn’t quite get the right position for it to slip in.  He whined with frustration and thrusted with desperation. 

Melissa hoped that maybe that would be it. Maybe he’d be unable to find her hole and he’d cum from rubbing himself against her thighs. 

And then he found it. She felt the head of his cock enter her and that was all the warning she got before he forced the entire length of his cock into her cunt. It caught off her guard enough that she unconsciously squeezed against the invasive cock, making her cunt all the more tighter for him. It hurt. And she sobbed. Teddy’s whines seemed to suggest he liked it, though. 
The hurt didn’t last long, though, and that only made Melissa feel worse. Her body was betraying her. She was wet. No, she was soaked. The sloppy wet sound of her pussy taking doggie cock was so loud. She was convinced the entire neighborhood could hear her. 

That only made her wetter. 

Teddy eased the hold on her shoulder. He was panting and whining over her and then he leaned further to lap at her tear streaked face. It felt like an apology for being cruel to his mate. 
She tried to move again, to push him off before it could get too far but he nipped at her again. Another warning. He wanted her submission. If she were good, he’d be a gentle lover. 

Melissa didn’t want to admit it, but she enjoyed the sensation now that Teddy was less frantic in his thrusts. It felt good. No one had to know. She could just enjoy it and then it would never happen again, right? Her body felt hot, like she was melting and her head was getting fuzzy from the pleasure. She was getting fucked by a dog and anyone who was outside might hear her. Might see her. She whimpered, her pussy clenching with its first orgasm. 

She was so wet that Teddy’s cock slipped out. But, instead of taking it as an opportunity to escape, she reached between her legs and guided it back in her. “Is this what you wanted all along?” She cooed at the dog, almost motherly. Even in her haziness, it was obvious. All of this aggression was because Teddy wanted to mate with her. She had thought the dog hated her but it was quite the opposite. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts and Teddy panted harder in her ear, egging her on. She shifted herself so that her sopping pussy was more accessible to him. “Good boy.” She urged gently, meaning it this time. She couldn’t be angry with him. He was just a dog after all.  

She was almost relaxed in her submission when she felt the swelling bulge of Teddy’s knot push  against her. Oh no. He whined more now and his frantic thrusts were back. It’s only then that it occurs to her that  if she doesn’t stop this now, he’s going to not just cum inside of her, but shove his knot into her. 

“Okay, that’s enough.” She protests, her words shaky as she tries to push him off again. She’s frightened again and the tears are back. “Teddy, please.” He nips at her and he scratches at her bare skin as he tries to maintain his dominance over her. “Stop!” She pleads more desperately and moves to shove him, but he locks his jaw right back onto her shoulder. She sobs against the hardwood floor, her cheek pressing into the cold surface. 
He pistons his cock in and out, each time his knot presses hard against her entrance and in response, her pussy tights around him. Her pussy aches and is swollen from the pounding. She’s not sure she can handle it anymore. All of her attempts to be quiet are gone now as she whimpers and sobs. And she hates that it feels good. 

Despite all the build up, it still feels as if there’s no warning when he finally shoves his knot into her. She opens her mouth to scream but nothing comes out. She sees stars in her vision. She hiccups on a strangled sob. He cums inside of her. There’s so much of it that it makes her feel full. It’s so much that she can feel some of it ooze past the knot and down her thighs. Her whole body is trembling and she’s too exhausted to move. She collapses fully onto the floor. Her pussy continues to squeeze and unsqueeze around Teddy’s cock as she rides out her orgasm. Teddy dismounts her and turns so that they’re ass to ass. The movement causes ripples of pleasure and pain. 

And then she hears a jingle of keys at the front door. 

She’s too tired to do anything, but the panic sets in. Jayden was home earlier than expected, likely in an attempt to surprise her. Instead, she’s about to surprise him. 

She sobs with shame and embarrassment. She tries to pull the knot from her, but it’s still swollen and the attempts are painful. She’s crying all over again. “Don’t come in! Please!” She pleads, her voice pathetic and shaky. 

Teddy barks when he hears Jayden. He’s forgotten that he’s still knotted to Melissa and tries to go to the door. The tugging sensation makes Melissa whimper and it’s enough to get Teddy to stop, as if he’s worried about hurting his new mate. 

Jayden steps inside and announces that he’s home. 

And then he hears Melissa sobbing, “Baby?” His voice is gentle. 

“No, please! Go away!” Melissa sobs more desperately, “Please, please, please.” She’s not even sure what she’s begging about now. She just doesn’t want Jayden to see her like this. She’ll be so humiliated. She covers her face in her hands and can only listen as her husband’s footsteps draw closer. 

Jayden laughs at the sight of things. He laughs. Not cruelly, but…maybe a bit teasingly. 

“Took you two long enough.” He says it like he’s admiring the situation. 

Melissa is still sobbing. She’s still pleading, but her words are less coherent. She won’t look at him. 

“Hey, hey, stop that.” Jayden coos at her as he crouches down to sweetly pet her head. “You’re okay, baby.” He talks to her like he’s talking to a pet. She’s always liked it. But it’s confusing now. 

She’s sobbing so hard that she’s hiccuping on each inhale. 

“Look at me.” Jayden commands. His tone is soft, but commanding. When she doesn’t immediately respond, he’s a bit more stern, “Look at me, baby.” 

Melissa doesn’t want to look at him. She can only imagine what she looks like right now. She’s naked, covered in dog scratches and bites, and dripping cum on to the floor. And she’s knotted to their dog! 

Still, she uncovers her face and looks up at him. 

“There’s a good girl,” He praises, drawing out the words with a laugh. “No one’s mad at you, baby. Did you have fun?” He smirks. 

She’s confused. He helps her to get on all fours and he holds her chin so that she can look into his eyes and see that he’s not mad at her. That….he’s happy with her. 

“It’s not–I can’t–it won’t–” She’s tearful again, “It won’t come out.” She feels humiliated. “Can you please–” 

“No.” Jayden cuts her off in that tone that leaves no room for argument. He rises to his full height again, standing over her where he admires her. Even though she wants to look away, she knows that it’ll disappoint him if she does. His gaze is too intense and it makes her nervous. But disappointing him is much worse. 

She doesn’t drop her gaze even when she hears him unbuckle and unzip his pants. 

“Not until you take care of me first.” He pulls out his hard cock that is already glistening with pre-cum. It’s the first time she looks away from his gaze to instead focus on his cock. 

Did he know? Did he somehow plan this? 

The question must be written on her face because he laughs again. He sighs when he sees she’s still confused. “I didn’t pick up Teddy from the pound. I got Teddy from a man who breeds and trains dogs for….specific things.” He’s smirking again, taunting her. 

He rubs his cock against her cheek, smearing pre-cum on her face. “I told you Teddy is your gift.” He slaps his cock against her lips, where they’ve formed a little ‘o’ as she takes the information in. He thinks she looks cute like this. Her face streaked in tears, flustered, and looking clueless. He again gently slaps his cock against her lips, urging her to open her mouth for him. To submit the way she submitted for Teddy. 

And she does. She’s looking back up at him, brown eyes meeting his blue ones as she wraps her lips around his cock and starts to suck him off. She understands now. She understands that Teddy is a gift and that this is her opportunity to thank him for it. To be grateful. 

She does thank him. She sucks him off. He fists her hair and forces his cock down her throat. She gags and cries again, but she accepts her place as his cock sleeve. After all, she loves him. He makes a mess out of her, drool pooling down to her tits as he uses her throat. When he’s about to cum, he pulls out and makes her open her mouth so that he can spit in it. So that he can slap her. It’s a sharp contrast against the pretty words he calls her – princess, baby, sweetheart. He praises her and it just makes her dumb puppy brain all the more eager to please. And then he fucks her throat again. 

And when he does cum, it's on her face. He paints her face and still damp hair in ropes of cum. Then she cleans his cock off with her mouth, like she’s been trained to do. 

By then, Teddy’s knot has softened and it comes out of her pussy with a wet plop. She whines and Jayden laughs again, amused. Dog cum gushes out of her, down her legs and onto the floor. She trembles from the sudden emptiness. She’d been so eager to be free from it, but now she’s missing it. 

Jayden seems satisfied with the mess that has become his wife. 

Jayden grabs a fistful of her hair. It’s not harsh, almost like he’s using it like a leash to guide her. “Clean this up.” He demands, guiding her by the hair and pushing her face down to the puddle of dog cum. He holds her there until she laps up the dog cum and her own juices from the floor. 

“Good girl.” He praises her, his grip loosening to pet her head, “Now go get dressed so we can go to dinner.” 

Previous

“But Ricky I can’t live without you!” A blonde haired and blue tearful eyed woman wearing a thin blue dress cries out to the back of a shirtless equally blonde, blue eyed muscular man. 

“No Denise, I’m too dangerous. I already almost hurt you the last time I changed! I can’t bear to do worse, especially with the full moon! I won’t be able to control myself.” 

The woman grabs hold of the man’s arm, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “Then don’t you, crazy wolf.” 

The actors continue to go back and forth on the amateur background set of a forest whilst Anrea, dressed in a white tank top and a hot pink thong, watches from her couch cuddling her snoring Rottweiler Zac. 

“This is such a C-movie. Though I don’t know what I was expecting, downloading it from the internet and all.” The warm toned black woman scoffs, picking up the remote to see how much runtime is left in the movie. Then groans at the hour and a half still left in the film. 

Her eyes move toward  the corner of the screen to see it has just turned nine pm. Anrea lets out a frustrated groan and lays her head on Zac’s shoulder with her arms wrapped around him. Squeezing into him as if she’s trying to melt into his warm strong body. 

Half watching through his coat how the scene progresses with the woman continuing her pursuit of the man until a cardboard cutout of a moon drops down from the top frame to settle above them on a string. Anrea stifles a giggle into Zac’s fur as the overdramatic man doubles over with a loud grunt and a hard cut shows him in a damn near fursuit with a dog knotted dildo on his groin. The werewolf man rips the flimsy clothes off the woman as she moans and he grinds “his” knotted cock between her thighs. 

“Hmm I guess there’s something good about this movie.” Anrea mumbles as she starts to rub her mound against Zac’s sheath at the sight. Tilting her head into his thick neck she takes a deep breath of her handsome dog’s musk, her eyes half focused on the scene as the werewolf lifts the woman up and lowers her onto his cock. 

The womanly moans coming from the movie wake Zac from his nap with a snort. Anrea giggles at her grumbling pet, petting his black coat of fur and plants a trail of kisses on his head and nose. “Go back to sleep baby. It’s just the movie, not mommy.” 

Zac lets out a rumbling huff and starts to lick Anrea’s face while she giggling through his wide tongue. “Zac baby, mommy is trying to watch her movie. Let-Ah! Mommy-hmm. Foc-HMFP!” 

Zac follows her lips each time Anrea halfheartedly tries to keep them away. Egging him on to try to aggressively force his insistent tongue into her mouth until her face is covered in a wet sheen of dog saliva. With a needy moan she opens her mouth wide and accepts the thick tongue inside of her. Her muffled mews quiet under the noise of sex on her TV as she tightens her grip on his back. Crossing her thighs to trap Zac’s growing cock between them and grinds her dampening thong covered pussy on his stiff red shaft. 

The owner and her dog continue to explore each other’s mouth on the couch not caring about anything but their intertwining tongues and each other’s taste on them. 

At some point Zac shuffles atop of her attempting to pull away from Anrea’s mouth, much to her disapproval as she sucks it back in whilst she gulps down his drool by the mouthful. Pulling him back into another several minute sloppy make out session but she eventually lets go of his tongue with a wet, loud slurp when he lets out a demanding growl that rattles her skull. 

Anrea stares up at her lover-dog meeting his dark eyes, her breath heavy with thick strands of drool and saliva covering her face and running down her chest. Soaking the tiny white tank top she was wearing to the point that it’s top was completely see through. 

“You ready baby? Cause mommy is definitely ready for your fat cock inside her.” She matches the carnal want in his eyes. Moving at the same time as each other, Anrea’s arms cross as she reaches down to the hem of her wet t-shirt and tosses it off somewhere into the dark living room. Her teardrop breasts lightly slap on her chest and Anrea moans at the light scratches on her waist whilst Zac wraps his forelegs around her. Thrusting his dog cock against her soaked thong, spraying them and her body from her mound up to her belly with his hot precum. 

“Fuck! You feel so fucking good baby. You want to fuck mommy again don’t you. You want mommy’s tight pussy around your cock trying to milk all your puppies out of you.” Anrea coos, tilting her hips up and rubbing her legs on his flanks so his tipped cockhead rubs is forced against her thin thong. 

She stares longingly at the spray of precum covering her lower body and thighs. At how her dog’s cock slowly pushed her drenched thong to the side. 

That it’s only a matter of time until he’s inside of her again Anrea hangs her mouth open and pants like a dog. Her eyes widen as she reaches down to collect the flood of dog precum filling her innie belly button. Stirring the liquid with two fingers until they coated then brings it to her mouth like she’s possessed. 

“Hmmm fuck you taste so good Zac. Would you let mommy suck your dick? Mommy wants you in her mou-AAAAHH!” Anrea sucks the precum off of her fingers as if she’s sucking a dick. Mumbling up at her dog before he interrupts her by pushing her thong the last bit away from her pussy and buries his ten inch cock deep inside her with a single hard thrust. 

The bitch in heat reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck and screams as the couch creaks underneath Zac’s savage thrusts. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Don’t stop baby! AAAHHH!” Arching her back to push breasts into his furry chest and her toes curl in the air while she sent crashing into her first orgasm. 

Anrea’s body thrashes underneath her dog whilst her words slurs and she gasps, trying to catch the breath being fucked out of her. “Yoo streshing me sooo mush baby.  Gooond boy, fffuck mommy ssupid”

As if answering her cum-drunk demand Zac thrusts even harder into Anrea resulting in her louder screams. The clap of her breasts bouncing on her chest a beat behind the wet sloshing sounds of Zac’s heavy balls slapping against her soaked ass. In the throes of the constant burning pleasure of being filled to the brim Anrea glances over to her TV to see the actors in the same position as her and Zac. The woman’s legs flailing in the air as the man is treating her like a fuck toy. 

It is so easy for her to replace them with her and Zac. Imagining her condo as somewhere deep in a forest where no one will find them, her body thicker and heavy with their sixth litter of puppies. Both skin and fur soaked with sweat, breast milk, combined with a mixture of human and dog cum. 

The thought of Zac’s seed being buried into her fertile womb sends her into another screaming orgasm. Feeling both Zac’s pounding cock and her womb begin to heat up until it almost scorches her from the inside out. 

“Cum inside me baby! Cum in mommy! Mommy’s your dirty bitch!” Anrea locks her ankles around his wide body as she howls. 

Zac’s growl is deafening in her ear and with three more hard thrusts she feels Zac’s knot nearly force itself inside her, each one getting closer than the last. Until she lets out a high pitched whine when she feels it pop inside on fourth. Then Anrea joins her lover-dog in his orgasmic howl shaking the room as she feels his cum hot cum fills her entirely. Tears of pleasure and pure bliss run down her face whilst her body quivers in the mess of sex they made on the couch. 

Anrea floats within the foggy haze of a perfect orgasm until it fades away and the feeling is replaced with the hot wet tears on her cheeks and the throbs of Zac’s cock still filling her with his cum. She lets out another high pitched bitch whine and clenches her pussy’s walls around him, gasping at the shot of pleasure going up her spine to her dog-fucked brain. Anrea slides her hands down from around his neck, tracing the muscles that connect his strong forearms to his chest then up to cup his face. 

“Baby, do you know what you just did?” Anrea asks in a hoarse voice. Zac lets out a short huff as he releases another rope of his cum into her tight and stuffed pussy. 

“You did something that should be impossible. Something so unnatural that no one should have found out about it.” She slides a hand down to her belly just above her womb where there’s a barely noticeable curve from all the cum being pumped inside her. “You bred me baby. I know you did. I heard about it happening and even saw it when insane women came into the hospital saying that they were pregnant by their dogs but I didn’t, couldn’t believe it. But now though? You’re making me into a mommy just like them and I’m going to make you a daddy soon.” 

Zac only lets out a happy bark in response, licking her tear stricken face. She giggles tilting her head up so he covers her entire face with his drool. Then catches his tongue with her mouth sucking back where it belongs inside of her. 

Anrea can tell that he doesn’t understand yet but she knows he will once she starts showing. A shiver of euphoria shoots through her body at that thought. She’s carrying her dog’s puppies. Her babies. Their baby-puppies. Groaning with her mouth full of dog tongue Anrea sucks it even harder swirling her own tongue around the thick muscle and rolls her hips to push her g-spot against his throbbing knot. 

Anrea cums three more times screaming into Zac’s salivating maw and gulping down more drool than she can imagine before Zac’s knot shrinks enough to pop out of her. Allowing the flood of his watery semen mixed with her arousal to gush out of her onto the couch. Her limbs had long since fallen from Zac’s body with her right arm and leg draped over the side of the couch touching the cold hardwood floor. 

Slowly as her body is still buzzing Anrea sits up onto the couch and rubs her belly. Already imagining it big and swollen with their baby-puppies which brings a feral smile to her face. At least until the sound of slurping turns her sight from her belly to her baby’s daddy. Zac, cleaning his still hard cock, as he sits in front of the TV showing a well fuck actress covered in clearly fake scratches and barely a cup of fake cum running down her entrance. 

Anrea feels bad for the woman knowing that she probably would never feel what she feels in the moment while admiring Zac's presence. A rumbling growl makes its way up her throat as a wave of lust reminds her that her pussy is empty. 

Anrea lowers herself down to the hardwood floor sliding the wet thong down to a single ankle and turns around to lean her arms on the edge of the couch. Her breasts hanging in the air lightly swaying, with an arch of her back she looks over her shoulder and bounces her bubble butt making it a clap lightly catching Zac’s attention. 

“Zac, come breed your bitch again.” 

She watches him pad over to her and bounces her ass again trying to goad him to walk faster. “Come on baby, you can’t be tired already. Take your bitch. Take her, take her, ta-aaaahhh! Fuck yes!” Anrea moans as Zac starts to eat her out. His tongue laps at her everything multiple times a second with his dexterous tongue, going from her clit to push deep into her folds then slipping out to push against the rim of her ass before going back down to her clit. 

So much pleasure slamming into her mind that she bites down onto the couch screaming and clenching her walls each time his tongue enters her trying to keep it from leaving which drives Zac to push his tongue further into her pussy. Anrea muffled groaning is barely heard underneath the wet slurping into the condo as she smashes into an orgasm and then another immediately after. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she’s completely laid bare to the unending pleasure. 

Until it stops. 

Far too soon for her cumdrunk mind. Unlatching her jaw from the edge of the couch to squeak out a pathetic whine, shaking her ass in a tight circle to beg for more. Only barely conscious enough to register and compensate for a heavy and warm weight on her back by shifting body to rest more comfortably on the couch. Lifting her head up to nuzzle, the warmth she belatedly recognizes her mate. 

“Hmm I love you. I love za-AAAAHHH! DADDDDY!” Anrea starts her declaration of her love before she tilts her head back and howls with Zac when he thrusts his entire cock into her. 

“Fuck me daddy! I’m your bitch! Breed me with your puppies! I want our puppies so fucking bad! Breed me!” Anrea growls while throwing her entire body against his claiming thrusts. Wet slaps of their fast paced fucking spreads through the living room. 

“Ahhh! You’re going to keep your bitch pregnant right daddy? Hmmm! Harder daddy! Fuck! You know I’ll make a good mommy. Oh Christ you’re so fucking big! You’ll have this pussy anytime you want!” She says while feeling his knot smashing against her lower lips, grinding herself back trying to force it inside. 

Demanding for him to breed her over and over getting louder until she feels Zac’s growl rumbling through her body and then a sharp pain in her shoulder as Zac bites down onto her at the same time as she feels his knot punch into her pussy and the tip of his cock shoving into her cervix. 

Pain and pleasure mixes together in a cocktail of sensations that pushes her into a mind shattering orgasm that pushes her body to instinctively clench around Zac’s cock the hardest it has ever done before. Pushing them both into unending pleasurable insanity where Anrea mind abandons any human sounding noises. Their growls and howling rebounds through the entire condo between clenched teeth like beasts over the sound of their wet sexes slapping together not stopping their rutting even during their simultaneous climax until Anrea blacks-out from both pleasure and pain. 

She slowly wakes with a sore shoulder and a dried mess of cum between her legs and on the hardwood floor. Her brain flooded with exhaustion. She turns her head to the TV still on and shines its artificial light on her. The blinking time at the corner showing half past four am. 

Rolling to her hands and knees Anrea moans feeling the swell of her belly lessen slightly when dog cum pours out of her sore pussy then pushes herself into a kneel bracing herself against the coffee table. All while more cum pours down her inner thighs into a small puddle of cum at her knees. The entire living room smells of wet dog, cum, and sex when she takes a deep centering breath.

“Fuuuck. Zac must have fucked me while I was asleep. Oh god I’m so fucking full of his puppies.” She moans bringing a hand to her pussy to slide three fingers inside herself. Listening to the wet, gusting mess that Zac left her as. 

Once she manages to push herself to her feet and finds her balance she turns off the TV then stumbles into her room to find Zac lounging on her bed. 

Through the early morning darkness she sees him with the thong she took off between his large paws, licking it like a treat before he looks up at her in the doorway. She lets a tired smile spread across her face still feeling the sore throb of her shoulder from where he bit her. “Ok Zac let’s get some sleep ok boy?” 

Then stumbles her way to the bed and flops over to her back next to him. 

Sleep is elusive to her as she starts up the ceiling until Zac’s head blocks her view. She hums at him gently as he licks her face before moving down to her lips. Anrea slowly starts to open her mouth to swirl her tongue with his as he lays atop her. 

“Hmm. Zac. In the morni-Hmm. Just sleep for- uhhh….You taste so good daddy. Ohhhhhh…Oh fuck! Yesssssss! Yes! Fuck me daddy! BREED ME!” Anrea moans slowly. The familiar heat growing in her pussy and realizing how empty she is. She lifts her legs and spreads them naturally to rest above his tail. 

Her voice shifts from tired to hot and desperate as his cock pushes into her pussy at a snail's pace. Once his balls slap against her taint he starts fucking her into the bed hard enough to smash it’s frame into the wall while she screams gripping the pillow underneath her head. Anrea letting Zac use his breeding as he wanted. 

And the couple begins to fuck again in earnest. 

Valerie and Shadow are back once more for part 4. If you're new to the story, the previous chapters can be found at the links below.

Part 1 – Part 2 –Part 3

Tags: >! Medieval fantasy, F/Canine, first time, kissing!<

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Valerie's eyes snapped open as Shadow gave a quiet huff, nudging her thigh with his snout from where he sat at her side. Valerie straightened in her seat, trying to banish the fog of weary boredom. Thanks. She mentally ‘pushed’ the word to Shadow the way she had learned to give silent commands. Reaching one hand down, she scratched behind her familiar’s pointed ears, running her fingertips through the creature’s ashen-black fur. The foreign ambassador was speaking now: something to do with growing seasons and the quality of linen exports. Blinking away bleariness, Valerie tried to pick up on the thread of the discussion, but unfortunately there were more interesting things on her mind than the details of a trade agreement.

Things with Shadow had developed quickly, both in her private and public lives. As both of them grew more comfortable with each other, Shadow had lost much of his uncanny stiffness. While he remained glued to Valerie's side whenever feasible, he no longer glared quite so balefully at anyone who approached her. For Valerie's part, directing Shadow had become second nature, to the point she hardly ever needed to command him aloud. As for their personal lives, Valerie had continued enjoying Shadow's attention whenever possible, and found herself returning the favor more and more often. She had become fascinated with Shadow's cock that had apparently been generated out of her own desires. Valerie had explored every inch of it with her fingers, lips and tongue from the tapered point to the knot that swelled at the base just before he came, and even the tight, furred balls that hung behind. Valerie felt herself growing warm just picturing running her tongue up the slick, vivid-blue surface to the tip.

For all her fascination with it, and her and Shadow's thorough enjoyment of each other's bodies, there was one boundary they had yet to cross: she hadn't taken his cock inside her. She had brought the beast to her bed half a dozen times intending to consummate their bond, but each time she had hesitated. She dreamt of it regularly, to the point her own kind seldom played a part in her nighttime fantasies, only Shadow.

Shadow nudged her again as she began to daydream, but Valerie ignored him, indulging for a moment during the lull in the meeting. It was only when she caught the young dignitary winking back at her that she realized she had been staring in his direction, an expression of idle delight on her face. Valerie's expression immediately soured, but the young man had already turned back to the map spread before him on the table. Therein lay part of the problem.

Though Valerie would only admit it to herself, her desire for marriage may have been a short-sighted impulse born out of desperation. With Shadow sharing her bed, that desperation had vanished, leaving Valerie unsure of what to make of the idea. As was her habit though, the Queen seemed to unerringly hunt down the exact opposite of her youngest daughter's desires. This very morning, with a reluctant sigh, she had hinted that perhaps an introduction could be made with the visiting Prince of Lerix, if Valerie was so insistent upon marrying. Lacking a suitable excuse as to why the idea was no longer so appealing, Valerie had agreed to consider him.

Prince Sebastian was a handsome man, and from the parts of the negotiations she hadn't dozed through, seemed well-read and well-spoken. She knew enough of politics to understand strengthening ties to nearby Lerix through a marriage would be a boon to their own kingdom and still allow ample opportunity to visit home. Still, she found herself balking at the prospect. Valerie glanced down at Shadow, who met her gaze placidly from below. There was the other half of the problem.

How exactly to define her and Shadow's relationship eluded her. They shared a bed, and while Shadow seemed to understand her well enough, familiar or not, a dog was not a proper husband. While not as enforced as it once was, nobility were still expected to keep their virginity intact until their wedding night. Were she to marry, she wouldn't be able to keep up this tryst with Shadow, and the thought of losing that… bond… whatever she would end up calling it, shook Valerie more than she had realized.

Pondering this dilemma and the inevitable choice she would be forced to make, Valerie hardly noticed the negotiations reaching their conclusion. The Prince gave a polite bow in the direction of her and her mother before making an exit, presumably headed back to the guestrooms in the south wing. Rather than heading back to her own chambers, Valerie instead made for the castle courtyard, hoping a walk might clear her head. Ever dutiful, Shadow loped alongside her, sniffing for any threats that might be lurking between pillars or beneath the rhododendrons. With a thought, Valerie called him back to her side, resting her fingertips on his warm back as they walked.

As they did, she wondered if she would have felt the same hesitation had she been granted her initial wish for a human bodyguard to warm her sheets. It hadn't taken her long to dispel the notion of taboo from Shadow's attention, though that had been her early impressions of the creature. The more time they had shared, the less Shadow seemed a tool of convenience, than a devoted and attentive lover in his own right. She thought on this a while, eventually rounding back into the stone corridors of the castle. Any further rumination was halted at the sight of the strange pair leaving from her own chamber door.

“Prince Sebastian,” Valerie greeted him warily. “I didn't think to run into you here.” Echoing her attitude, Shadow stepped forward into a tense crouch, blue eyes locked on the Prince. He turned around the sound of his name as Valerie approached and he leaned casually on the corridor wall.

“Lady Valerie,” he returned the greeting with a broad grin. “Aren't you a tease!” He chuckled, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial tone. “I was waiting so long I had a look inside, and found this little darling waiting for me! I thought I'd have to take her back to my quarters for the night.” His white teeth flashed in a grin as he threw his arm around the shoulders of the young woman behind him. It was one of the castle servants who tended to her chambers. Allie: Valerie recalled her name after an embarrassing pause. She was a timid thing, but an efficient worker. It had taken her a month to stop giving a start whenever Shadow approached her—and him to stop being so suspicious—but these days the two had made their peace. Allie’s eyes met Valerie's with a pleading look, and Valerie's own expression darkened.

Glancing down the hall towards her own chambers, there was no sign of the rest of the prince's retinue, nor were there any of the castle guards. Valerie insisted none be posted outside her door now that she had Shadow; more to stop any eavesdropping than anything.

“Now that you're here, though… shall we?” The Prince continued, nodding towards the door. He let his arm slip from Allie's shoulders but kept it outstretched as he leaned on the wall, blocking Allie from making an easy exit. “Oooh,” he crooned as if a thought had just occurred. “Or is she meant to join us?” Valerie’s scowl deepened and Shadow's hackles rose quietly beside her.

“I think there must be a misunderstanding,” Valerie said, her tone clipped but polite. “I was just retiring to my chambers for the evening. Alone.” The prince's smile faltered, but quickly returned. He pushed off from the wall, reaching for Allie’s wrist.

“Ah, perhaps another time then, my Lady. Come along then, darling. Seems I'll be enjoying you by myself.” Seeing the way Allie flinched away from his touch, a rush of anger surged up in Valerie's chest. Anything she had found attractive about the brash young man had soured. He was nothing but a rake and a brat: too used to getting his own way to know when he wasn't wanted. As her temper rose, her eyes shot daggers at the impudent Prince.

“Allie, you can go,” she said carefully. “I’m sure Prince Sebastian can find his way back to the guest wing on his own.” The prince's tongue clicked irritably.

“Arrogant bitch,” he spat with a glare. “You think I don't know how many suitors have come and gone from this place?” He leaned closer, ignoring Shadow’s warning growl. “The stuck-up third princess of a backwater kingdom, and you think even your servants are too good for me, is that it?” He let his hand drop to his side, where it came to rest on the handle of a fine side sword he wore on his belt. It was an ornate, silver thing, but surely no less deadly for its ornamentation. Sudden fear poured into Valerie's righteous anger, and then several things happened at once.

Shadow became a dark blur at her side. Allie shrieked and stumbled backwards. Prince Sebastian howled in pain, and the taste of blood, bitter and inexplicable, blossomed on Valerie's tongue

Shadow's jaws were clamped around the young prince’s wrist.

The Prince choked off his cry and strained to draw the blade, but the beast's grip was firm. Disoriented by the sudden burst of foreign stimulus, Valerie was stunned for a moment, several heartbeats ticking by before she realized her own sensations were somehow blurring with Shadow's.

She could feel the sharpness of her—his—teeth and taste the trickle of blood, but she also sensed the restraint: Shadow's bite was hard enough to draw blood but he held back, enough to halt the threat, but no more. Valerie could feel him questioning, waiting for her instructions even as he skidded and snarled, keeping up his grip as the Prince fought in a growing panic to free his arm.

“Stop!” Valerie shouted, with authority that surprised even herself.

The entire scene froze. Both Shadow and the Prince turned their eyes towards her, and even Allie halted in her retreat.

“Prince Sebastian,” Valerie began, hiding the quaver in her voice. “If you need help finding your way back to your chambers, I am sure Shadow here could escort you.” Giving a glance to her familiar, she coaxed him into releasing the Prince's arm. “Otherwise, I will be retiring for the evening.” she finished, still eyeing him warily.

Sebastian snatched his hand back, nursing his injured wrist. A few flecks of blood splattered on the flagstones. He opened his mouth with a sneer but a growl from Shadow, made him think better of whatever he was about to say. Instead, he turned on his heel, skulking off down the hallway. Valerie let out a long breath as she watched him vanish around the corner. The hallway seemed to spin, the fading adrenaline and aftereffects of the strange melding leaving her drained and unsteady. Turning to check on Allie, she found the maid had already gone, taking the chance to slip away while the Prince was distracted. Shadow licked her hand gently, pulling Valerie back from staring down the empty hallway.

“Come on,” she whispered quietly, tugging open her chamber door. The lock bolt thudded behind them, the bed creaking as Valerie settled her weight onto the edge. Raising her hands, she found them shaking. Shadow nosed himself beside her, leaning against her legs and tucking his head beneath her elbow. Valerie gave a tired smile, stroking his neck. “Thank you,” she murmured. Not bothering to undress, she lay down, appreciating the comforting weight as her familiar clambered into the bed beside her, laying his head on her shoulder.

Even after the tension of the confrontation had eased from her limbs and the last of the day's light had faded from her chamber window, Valerie lay awake, staring at the darkened ceiling. Shadow rested his head against her, calm but always alert.

Valerie had never thought she would ever need Shadow to fulfill his intended role as a bodyguard. She didn't know if Prince Sebastian truly intended to draw his weapon on her, but she had been glad of Shadow's presence regardless. While it had obviously frightened her, she didn't think the cocksure prince would try anything else. The encounter rattled her in other ways though, shaking loose some of the comforting familiarity of her and Shadow's relationship. She could almost still taste the prince’s blood in her mouth, but even the sudden meld had been less disturbing than the realization Sebastian's actions had given her.

The Prince had the audacity to assume she would bed him then and there, and when she had refused, he intended to take Allie out of convenience, using his position to ensure she wasn't likely to refuse. Had she not been intending to do something similar, had her original plan for a human bodyguard not fallen through? Had she not done the same with Shadow? He had seemed, or perhaps even been, a simple and almost mechanical creature at first, but now she knew better. He had shown a personality of his own, and was obviously eager to serve as he had this evening, but Valerie still held all the power. She wasn't sure her commands, even subconscious ones, were something Shadow was able to refuse.

Sensing her distress, Shadow licked Valerie's cheek, but stopped immediately when she flinched away. His blue eyes, slightly luminous in the dark, stared with what looked like a worried expression, and some of the tension eased from her own face. “Sorry,” she murmured, laying her head back down and allowing him to comfort her. She stroked the fur of his neck in the dark. “I'm sorry.” As she settled back down, Shadow lay alongside her, keeping his nightly sleepless vigil up as she finally found sleep.

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“Lady Valerie!” an aged voice called, startling Valerie from where she had been staring into a patch of flowers in the castle gardens. “Good to see you enjoying the pleasant weather as well.” The voice may have been familiar, but the surroundings were not.

Elric, the court physik, was making his way toward her. He was aided by a stout cane of polished wood that Valerie hadn't seen before, though as she thought about it, she wasn't sure she had ever seen the old alchemist outside of the castle’s halls before.

“Oh! Hello, Elric,” Valerie blurted, quickly collecting her thoughts. “I could say the same to you. I didn't expect to run into you out here.” The older man stopped on the path next to her, and Shadow trotted up to him. Elric offered a hand for him to sniff.

“Yes, good to get out of the old tower once in a while. I'm growing a few of my own ingredients in the garden as well, and came to check on them.” He gave a chuckle as Shadow licked his fingers and allowed himself to be scratched behind the ears. Hardly a trace of Shadow's initial distrust still showed when it came to Elric; Valerie had taken to visiting more often whenever she had questions about Shadow or other arcane matters, and she had quickly become rather fond of the old alchemist, to the point she felt silly being scared of the man as child. She sensed there was something not entirely truthful about his words today though. “Perhaps I might walk with you, my Lady?” he offered. Valerie accepted.

“You seemed lost in thought,” Elric spoke up as they rounded the corner of the path furthest from the garden gates. “Something to do with a young man whose hand I patched up last night?” Valerie looked away. “It wasn't that serious,” he assured her. “Though you'd not think so from the way he moaned about it. I'm not sure if it's any consolation, but he seemed rather embarrassed by it. Told me he cut it practicing fencing with one of his tutors, as if a rapier had teeth.” Valerie opened her mouth to explain, but Elric forestalled her with a raised hand.

“I'm not trying to press for details,” he reassured her. “That young man strikes me as a fool and a cad. I trust he deserved it.” The alchemist's eyes softened and he stopped to turn to her. “I just wanted to make sure you both were okay,” he offered, giving Valerie her space but running the back of his hand over Shadow's coat. Shadow looked up at Valerie from where he sat in between them. Her eyes glanced between him and Elric as she hesitated. The familiar lay down, pushing his head against Valerie's calf.

“I… we're fine. Thank you for the concern, Elric. Just gave me some things to think about when it comes to Shadow and I.” Elric nodded, but didn't seem satisfied with her answer. “I don't suppose my mother will be pleased that she's finally set up a marriage candidate, only for me to sic my familiar on him,” Valerie half-joked, trying to change the subject.

“If you ask an old bachelor, marriage is overrated,” Elric snorted. “Let alone to that puffed-up little prick.” Valerie blurted out a short laugh at the unexpected vulgarity. Elric let the conversation drop after that, though Valerie still felt it eating at her.

“I just…” she blurted before she could stop herself. It was easy to confide in the alchemist and she valued his insight, but it was often difficult to dance around her and Shadow's relationship. “I worry I've treated him too callously,” she said. “Having him serve me regardless of his own will.”

“You have a kind heart to worry about such things, Lady Valerie,” Elric chuckled. Shadow gave a soft whine and nuzzled Valerie's legs. Hiking her dress, she crouched down to pat him. “But I wouldn't concern yourself.” He smiled, watching the pair. “Shadow here strikes me as a creature who is exactly where he wants to be. You treat him well, and I think he does so in kind. I wouldn't be surprised if that were the reason the more arcane nature of your bond has progressed so quickly.”

Shadow pressed his head into her touch, and she felt some of the tension go from her shoulders as she sensed the truth in Elric’s words. While Shadow had always obeyed her wants without question, she had learned to read his own desires as well, though the stoic beast had a habit of hiding them sometimes. Watching him melt as she scratched his glossy dark fur, she felt the rest of her worries begin to ease. It also gave her an idea. When Valerie turned to thank Elric, she found he had busied himself examining a patch of herbs a short way down the path. With a soft smile, she called Shadow to heel as she made her way back into the castle.

~

Briefly, Valerie considered taking her evening meal in private and avoiding the dining hall: the dignitaries were likely to have been invited, and she had no interest in seeing the Prince after what had transpired the day before. Avoiding her mother’s glares was tempting as well, though eventually she conceded that making an appearance would do more to smooth things out with the Queen in the long term.

Valerie made a point of being punctual, entering the dining hall and allowing a servant to pull out the chair next to her mother. She weathered a stern look with a remorseful nod before settling into her seat. She would be due for a lecture, but for now, her mind was on other things. Shadow took up his customary place on the floor beside her, calm and alert. Further down the table, Prince Sebastian himself sat, pointedly avoiding looking in Valerie's direction. His hand was bandaged to a comical degree, and he frowned as he moved to pick up a utensil with it, then hesitated. Was this really the sort of man I wanted to marry? Valerie thought. He looked like a petulant child as he wavered, then called a servant over to cut his meat.

Beside her, Shadow’s ears twitched: a subtle sign, but coming from Shadow, it caught Valerie's attention. He didn't seem to sense a threat, so she reached her hand down, placing her palm on the back of his neck to soothe him. As she did, she felt a small mental hum, like a conversation behind a closed door too indistinct to make out. She pulled her fingers back and the sensation faded, but she recognized the feeling. Whatever that burst of connection had been when Shadow attacked Sebastian, it seemed to have left something open behind it. Glancing quickly about to ensure she wouldn't make a scene, she reached for that feeling again as she sank her fingers back into his fur.

She braced for a flood of sensation, but the feelings were dull and indistinct: it was like trying to peer into a rippling stream, while before she had been dunked head-first. Her senses themselves were unchanged: she could still see the dining hall, hear the clinking of plates and soft conversation, but there was a foreign emotion she couldn't quite decode. The feeling intensified when Valerie made another glance toward Sebastian. Valerie pulled on that feeling, though how exactly she was doing it, she wasn't sure. Anxiety. Questioning. The tightening in her chest felt no different from her own: just without an apparent cause. She looked down at Shadow. He kept his posture stoic and alert, not betraying the emotions she sensed in him. She gave him a little scratch behind the ears, and some of that feeling eased.

Across the room, Sebastian was sullenly stabbing at his meal with a fork in his off hand. She tried to bring herself to feel sorry for him, but couldn't manage it. She pushed the feeling towards Shadow. It's okay. You did the right thing. With that, the anxious feeling faded away entirely, replaced with something faint and familiar, if seemingly out of place. Was that… hunger? Valerie paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. Shadow kept his eyes forward at attention, but the feeling was unmistakable. As a familiar, the canine had no need to eat or even sleep, but Valerie had never considered he would even be able to. She lowered her fork, letting the connection fade as she selected a fatty piece and palmed it, slipping it beneath the table. She almost laughed when she felt Shadow solemnly take the piece in his mouth and swallow it reverently: it was a much needed bit of levity.

As Shadow's blue tongue snaked out to lick her fingers clean, it covered her amusement with a deeper warmth, reminiscent of the first time she had felt Shadow's tongue on her hand. Her lip curled against her teeth as she thought about that night. He had come a long way since then, and Valerie thought that she had too. She gave the loyal beast one last pat before returning to her dinner, feeling more assured than she had in a long time. She made her decision.

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When Valerie and Shadow arrived back in her chamber for the night, she quickly shut the door, double checking the lock before letting out a shaky sigh and a shy smile. It was time. She drew the curtains while Shadow made his customary sweep of the room, and she lit candles and placed them on the desk. The summer sky would still be light, but she wanted this to feel special. The light was dim but warm, darkening the corners so it felt like this chamber was the whole world. Valerie surprised herself with the shakiness of her movements; it seemed odd to be so nervous about this after all they had done, but at the same time this was something more. It might be the closest she would ever have to a wedding night. Valerie turned to face away from her familiar, watching him through the silver dressing mirror. He sat, head slightly cocked as he watched her and her reflection as she began to undress.

Often, she would simply hike up her skirts to allow Shadow access, but not tonight. She didn't know if brides really made a show of things on their wedding nights, but it seemed the right thing to do. She had been naked with Shadow dozens of times, but Valerie still found herself blushing as she met Shadow's gaze in the mirror, watching intently as she undid the many laces before slipping the dress down from her shoulders. She stepped out of the garment, pausing a moment before moving on to her undergarments. Shadow's tail flicked once as she lifted the shift over her head, and Valerie caught a hint of telltale blue in the shade between his legs. She grinned.

“Come on.” Valerie eased herself onto the bed, laying back with her knees raised. Shadow hurried to follow, clambering onto the mattress before, head between her knees. His mouth hung slightly open showing vivid mouth and tongue that seemed to glow against his dark fur. He bent his neck, breath hot on her midriff as he inhaled her scent. Valerie shuddered with need and apprehension. “Wait,” she whispered, beckoning him closer. Obediently, the dog stepped forward, one flank brushing the side of her knee as he moved over top of her, front paws to either side of her chest.

Valerie’s gaze moved from his intense blue eyes and wet tongue to the impressive cock of the same shade that hung between his hind legs. Her own will had shaped it, shaped him without a conscious thought. A physical embodiment of her needs and the tool to sate them. Gods above, it's still intimidating though, Valerie thought to herself. Shadow's cock twitched as she stared, glistening and lined with darker veins. She moved one knee beneath him and brushed against its side, making it twitch again. It was hot and slick against her skin, enticing and alive.

Valerie pulled her gaze away with difficulty and closed her eyes, focusing on keeping her mind calm and blank. She craved it, and it was easy to command Shadow without thinking these days, but this needed to come from him. Instead, she took the loyal canine by the chin, guiding him closer as the connection from before began to buzz in her mind. Her breath caught, her sense of anticipation and arousal surging as her mind brushed Shadow's desire. Not just to please, as she had feared, but a need to feel her that was disorienting in its intensity. She fed her own desire back into the connection towards Shadow and felt it double, like shouting into a well until she gasped and Shadow whimpered. For a dizzying moment she didn't know where her senses ended and Shadow's began. She breathed her own scent as Shadow must have, and could feel the tingling rush it gave him.

Then, she kissed him.

Lips to his muzzle, she felt his tongue lick tentatively at her own, then push past her lips as she gasped in delight. Her cheeks warmed and she felt giddy as she wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, matching his intensity. The rush it gave her was almost paradoxical: she had felt his tongue in far more intimate places, and she couldn't believe they hadn't tried this already. At the same time, she hadn't been ready to see Shadow as, well, her lover.

Sharp teeth grazed her lips as she deepened the kiss, Shadow's long tongue sliding along nearly the full length of her own. Hot saliva pooled in her mouth and she had to be careful not to drool as she lost herself momentarily in the ecstasy of the kiss. Slowly, she sank back, Shadow's forceful kiss following until he loomed over her, pressing her head down against the pillow. Valerie opened her eyes and saw Shadow's were closed, looking reverent as he worked his jaw, careful not to hurt her as their tongues and teeth played together. Valerie shut her eyes and melted back into it, indulging in the rare moment of vulnerability from her familiar. She stroked his neck with both hands, pressing her knee gently against his twitching cock, dizzy with desire.

Finally, they broke away, breathless. Valerie stared up at the beast in wonder, then bowed her head. Shadow did the same, letting her cup his head in both hands and press their foreheads together. Their mental connection flared back in a rush, Shadow's hunger for her washing over her as he waited, not for her orders, but for agreement.

“Yes,” Valerie whispered, eyes still closed. “Yes Shadow, I want you too.”

As Shadow moved his hips into position, Valerie did the same. She pulled away to gaze up at him, taking in a sharp breath as Shadow's cock brushed against her inner thigh. Valerie didn't hesitate this time. It felt less as though she were losing something, but receiving Shadow fully for the first time, an indelible commitment to her lover, protector, friend and companion. Valerie nodded.

The tip of Shadow's cock pressed to her waiting lips. She sunk her fingers into the fur of his side, feeling the connection strengthen just before he pushed. Valerie gasped, eyes wild. For a single, blissful moment, she was both of them at once, feeling Shadow's cock enter her for the first time with Shadow's sensation of penetrating her layered overtop. He sank deeper. They held for a moment, his jaws slightly slack in a pant as he savored the moment himself before he began to thrust.

Valerie moaned, still reeling from the intensity of that moment as she let the connection blur away, focusing on her own body. Shadow pumped his hips slowly at first, her lips spreading around his shaft, her pussy welcoming the length like she was made for it. Or, more accurately, it was made for her. Pleasure surged with every thrust, new and familiar all at once. Valerie found herself gasping as the tip pushed deeper than anything she had felt, far deeper than his tongue or her fingers had ever been able to manage. More than that, there was a solidity to it, a delicious stretch as his cock pressed against her inner walls, filling her. Once she had her taste, all she wanted was more.

Faster, Valerie thought. There was no force of command behind it, but Shadow eagerly obeyed. He leaned in as he pushed his hips harder, building to a steady pace. His fur tickled against Valerie's thighs as she tightened them against him. She draped one hand over his neck, fingers sinking into the ruff of fur behind his head and let the other fall to the sheets below. She gripped a fistful of the fabric hard as Shadow made the pleasure surge, her hips bucking and back arching as she moaned. Her familiar's eyes held her gaze with intensity he often displayed. They narrowed as he increased the pace, and he let out a rare sound: a soft whine that slipped out almost tentatively.

Valerie raised her legs to either side until she could cross them over his hips, holding him to her like an embrace. She squeezed, pulling them tighter as she coaxed him deeper, faster. She was rewarded by Shadow's gaze losing some of its intensity, a quiet yip escaping his mouth. It was more reserved than her own open-mouthed gasps and moans, but she revelled in knowing Shadow was indulging in this just as much as she was. She had used her mouth and hands to please him dozens of times, and she got her own satisfaction from it, but there was something far deeper in the mutual pleasure, giving themselves to each other freely with neither in control.

Lost in the euphoria, Shadow's tongue was back in her mouth before she realized, ducking his head to kiss his master again. As soon as her mind caught up, she welcomed it eagerly. Greedily, she took the familiar's tongue deeper, running her own tongue along his and feeling the hot puff of his breath against her face. Valerie held his head in both hands, and all the while he continued to slam his hips down into her with increasing fervor.

Fuck…. God's above, Shadow… She couldn't speak, but continued to moan into his kiss, the sounds muffled by the relentless lap of his tongue. She pushed the words into their connection instead, and felt the sentiment echoed back from Shadow, impressions more than words. His hips worked furiously, making Valerie tremble as his cock slipped in and out. Shadow's rapid breath was the only sign of exertion: he seemed inexhaustible. Pulling his head closer, Valerie pushed her tongue past his sharp teeth, squeezing her legs around him at the same time. Being with him like this was utter bliss.

Shadow, I… She knew it in her heart, and this final step was a testament to it, but she still hesitated for just a moment to form the words. I love you, Shadow. As soon as they formed in her mind, she felt a sudden blush of warmth in her mind coming from both of them, and she didn't hold back. Fuck, Shadow… I love you… I love you, I love you, I… Valerie squeezed, ankles locking and core clenching as a climax overtook her. She pulled away from the kiss to bury her face in the crook of his shoulder, fur tickling her closed eyes. With each shaking breath she took in his unique scent: the expected animal musk and sweat of his exertion mingling with sharper notes of ozone and petrichor. She let him fill all her senses as she came.

Shadow trembled, slowing as Valerie’s body clenched around his cock, but he did not stop. Instead he pushed through gently, letting Valerie savour the moment. She did so gladly, riding out the climax as every thrust from Shadow buoyed it upwards, sustaining her pleasure for a few beats longer. Keep going, Valerie pushed towards Shadow as the grip of the orgasm began to slacken. Don't stop for me. Shadow listened, building his pace back up slowly as Valerie let her head fall back into the pillow. He licked her face as she relaxed, leaving her skin wet and her heart full.

Straightening, Shadow put on another burst of speed and Valerie gasped as the fading vestiges of her first orgasm gave way to the building promise of a second. Shadow’s thrusts took on an uncharacteristically frantic air and Valerie urged him on, to let her familiar indulge in her body, to let him be fuelled by his own desires in this. His white teeth gleamed, blue tongue flicking in and out as he panted, keeping his head steady and eyes fixated on hers. Valerie met her gaze, chewing her bottom lip against the furious pace he drove. Finally, she felt what she had been waiting for.

Valerie had seen Shadow's knot dozens of times, and knew well what it meant. She had felt it in her hands, against her lips and on her tongue, but she had never felt it inside her. A part of her was still daunted by that, but she pressed on, nodding. It began as a slight swelling at the base of Shadow's cock, but it quickly grew until it stretched her lips with every thrust, forcing Shadow to slow as he met resistance. Valerie's hands trembled as another climax began to mount just out of reach, until…

“Annh!” Valerie cried out a moan of pleasure and discomfort as Shadow pushed forward, and then faltered. The edge of his knot ground against her outer lips, but had finally swelled too large to push through. Shadow made a quiet whine, twisting his head and pushing one more time before hesitating.

“No,” Valerie whispered, cupping Shadow's chin and bringing his gaze back to her. “Don’t stop.” Neither of them had been supposed to end up this way, what Valerie and her familiar had become was unprecedented. Nothing had happened the way either of them expected things to go, but that hadn't stopped them yet. We'll make this work, she insisted. They were still learning each other, their needs, their bodies: they would learn together and keep learning, one step at a time. It's okay.

Shadow tried once more with a slow grinding motion. Valerie let out a moan, the pleasure surging back to her as Shadow's knot failed to push through, but instead ground against her clit, hot and throbbing with his need. There, like that! Valerie thought to him. Encouraged, her lover began to thrust again, ending each with a slow grind as he pushed his knot against her. Keeping one hand on his chin, she snaked the other down between their bodies, until she could reach between her legs.

Her fingers found Shadow's cock, impossibly warm and slick with her own arousal. She followed it with every methodical thrust, splitting her fingers around the narrower base to cup his knot against her palm. She could feel his heartbeat against her skin, and she squeezed gently, the way he always loved when she took him in her mouth. Shadow's whole cock twitched at that, and she did it again, massaging gently in time with his thrusts. Her familiar shifted one paw, letting his head hang lower as his eyes finally broke away from hers. He sped up, the knot becoming fully hard in her grip. She massaged him even as his shaft plunged into her slit, soaked and slick from her first climax. She pulled gently towards herself, urging him on to thrust faster, grinding harder against her clit. Cheeks red and sweaty, Valerie inclined her head, wrapping her free hand behind Shadow's neck bringing her lips to Shadow's ear. Trembling, she whispered the thing she needed most. The thing they both needed.

“Cum in me, Shadow.”

The words had hardly left her mouth when Shadow gave a final whine and thrust his hips against her. Valerie clenched hard on the length of his cock, his knot pressing tight against her clit as she squeezed in time with the involuntary spasms. Hugging him fiercely, she squeezed her eyes shut, jaw tight as a second surge of pleasure, even stronger than the first broke over her. Shadow's paws scrambled as he shifted, his cock grinding side to side, and Valerie could feel the pulse of his cum pouring into her, accompanied by a deep, blossoming warmth. For one blissful moment they seemed to be in utter sync, her pleasure becoming his and back again, ytheir shaking breaths and rapid heartbeats all blurring into one rhythm.

Then, slowly, they relaxed. Valerie released her grip, slipping her hand free as Shadow settled his weight down onto her, chin resting on her shoulder with his eyes barely open. Valerie embraced him with her other arm, savoring his comforting weight and warmth as they lay together in the dark of their room. Shadow's breathing slowed, and when she brushed her mind against his, she felt only a contended buzz. She smiled at that, slowly stroking her lover's head as she lay her own head back.

This had been what they were building towards. In a way, Valerie felt foolish for hesitating for so long: Shadow being the one to take her virginity—no, giving her virginity to him—felt like an acceptance of who they already were, rather than some profound step. In that, Valerie was glad she had waited until her heart and mind were in the right place. She knew now that she belonged to him as just surely as he did to her, a bond deeper than any that could have been possible with her own kind. The night hadn't been flawless, and yet it was still somehow perfect. Valerie reminded herself that this was not the capstone of their relationship, but only another beginning.

Running her fingers through her beloved’s fur, she caught herself, then did a double take that filled her with almost as much awe as it did amusement. Shadow's eyes had drooped fully closed, his breathing even and slow. She flicked one ear experimentally and Shadow twitched with a quiet puff of breath, but didn't stir: he was actually asleep. Valerie had thought it impossible for the familiar, but there was obviously still a lot they didn't know about each other. Strangely enough, Valerie found that thought comforting as she let herself carefully settle back down, not wanting to disturb him anymore.

It was her turn to lie awake, watching over him for at least a few moments. Thoughts of the future lingered at the edges of her mind: what this meant for her and for Shadow. The steady rising and falling of her lover's chest against her own kept them at bay. Whatever was to come, they would be together. Finding resolve in that, Valerie closed her eyes, letting Shadow's comforting presence guide her off to sleep for their first night truly together.

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This one is a lot shorter but I just wanted to finally get something out at least

Sarah comes home after a long day of classes, listening to professors lecture has always been boring, and today was no different, especially when she was worrying about Rex the entire time. Her bedroom door is open, she panics a little bit, hoping her dad didn't look in and see the mess in there. She pushes the door closed behind her as she steps inside, she sighs, seeing Rex next to the bed rock hard, "Okay buddy, just give me a minute" She quickly takes her last set of clean clothes off, tossing them on top of the dresser to keep them away from cum. Sarah goes to lay on the bed, she did not see that Rex was using it while she was gone, she sits down with a wet plap, Rex's cum coating her ass, legs and pussy as she sits down, "oh come on Rex" she says a little annoyed at him. But Rex doesn't care about that, he jumps up and with his weight pushes her down. He straddles her and leans down, his cock resting on her belly, he starts humping, each thrust sliding up the front of Sarah, his balls resting on her thighs, with each thrust they slide up and slap against Sarah's pussy. "Oh wow Rex, how long have you been holding it in?" She looks down and sees how much she is being dominated right now. Rex doesn't last long, he starts blasting his cum up her chest and onto her face, a bigger load that usual, Sarah grunts a little but of course doesn't squirm, she lets her tits and her cheeks get covered in it, not concerning herself with the small amount getting into her mouth. Rex hops off happily and sleeps on the floor, Sarah is already tired after classes today, she might as well just take a nap, she shuts her eyes and falls asleep in the cum puddle on the bed

I felt my perfect weekend slipping away from me while my Jenni enthusiastically jumped up and said “don’t worry! We can watch him!” 

Her selflessness was one of the things I loved about her, but in times like right now, I wish she could dial it back a bit. Our friends looked relieved.

“You guys are lifesavers!” they exclaimed. “Our dog sitter backed out last minute and we were totally panicking. We were planning on leaving tomorrow at 8am.”

We began working out the details. They only had one dog, a German shepherd named Rex. This shouldn’t be too bad. Besides, they offered to let us stay in their house for the weekend. It would be a little “staycation” I told myself.

We got there early the next day and did the handoff, our friends took off for their camping trip and we spent the rest of the day just hanging out and getting acquainted with Rex. Jenni loved him, and right away I noticed he loved her.

As the sun went down we decided to make use of their hot tub. “Shit”, I muttered while looking at the stuff we packed. “We didn’t bring any bathing suits.”  

“Oh that’s no big deal, I’ll go look for theirs and if I can’t find any we’ll just skinny dip” Jenni replied with a little grin before walking into the master bedroom. She wasn’t usually this playful, something had gotten her a little excited. I could always tell, I’d known her for years.

Not even 5 seconds later i heard her gleefully shout “omg MARK! Come look at this hahaha!” She had made her way into one of their closet drawers on her hunt for a bikini, and found a treasure trove of their sex toys. And I mean a TREASURE TROVE! 

They had everything you could think of, vibrators, restraints, dildos. I raised my eyebrow as Jenni picked up one in particular, it was bright red and had a funny shape. “Whats this one supposed to be?” She asked with a childish smile. 

“It’s shaped like a dog, that right there is the knot.” I replied.  

Jenni looked shocked for a second then giggled. “Are they really that big?! This thing is huge!! I can’t even get my fingers around the knot thingy!!” She tried to grip it, her hands looking smaller than ever handling the massive toy.

“They can be, I saw my old dog mating once years ago. He was about that size.” I replied. Jenni raised her eyebrow, smiled again, and put the toy back. My heart was starting to pound faster. She was not normally this curious. She was horny, I could feel it. 

“Well, looks like we have a lot of stuff to try out after we get out of the tub.” And with that, she smiled and slipped out of all of her clothes before walking out of the room naked. “I changed my mind, skinny dipping sounds fun.” She yelled back to me while walking down the hallway. I stripped down and followed after her.

The hot tub was more or less uneventful, after an hour of us fooling around she jumped out and dried off, I followed her into the house, then into the master bedroom where she seductively told me to go pick out whatever I wanted before hopping onto their bed. I had already been planning what to use from their drawer. I flashed her a dark smile and went to get the toys.

I came back with a vibrator, the dog dildo, a blindfold, and some restraints. Her eyes went wide when they locked onto the massive doggie dildo, her confident smile turned to a look of slight concern and intrigue. But one thing she didn’t do, she didn’t protest. 

“Are.. are you gonna use that one on me?” She asked.

“Yes.” I replied calmly.

Her look of nervous intrigue intensified. “Where do you want me?” She asked.  

I silently motioned to the carpeted floor.

She got down on her hands and knees and patiently waited while I got her ready. First blindfolding her, then pressing her face into the ground and tying her hands to her ankles. Her cheekiness had all but evaporated. She was now almost shaking from being so exposed, her face to the floor, her hands tied, her ass up in the air. I could almost smell her arousal. Her breathing was heavy.

I started with the vibrator, she almost jumped when it touched her clit. The arousal and anticipation had made her sensitive. For minutes on end I worked her closer and closer to an orgasm, listening to her desperate moans, only to pull away each time at the crucial moment. She started pushing backwards into it, or at least trying to while in her restrained state. Her body language begging me to keep it there just a bit longer. But I had plans for her.

She was on display for the whole room to see, and she was visibly glistening. The room was almost heavy with the smell of her sex while I reached over to grab the doggie dildo and start the next step of my plan. But as I leaned, I noticed something walk past me out of the corner to my eye. Rex must have also smelled her, and before I could react he started lapping at her restrained and exposed pussy.

I was just moments from yanking him away, when she let out a deep moan. 

“Mmmm.. Wha… what the fuck are you doing back there??” She gasped

Rex began to plunge his tongue even deeper into her, greedily lapping up every drop of her that he could get. The noises she made only intensified, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, she… she was actually starting to like this.

I watched, stunned, as her pleasure built higher and higher. Her face writhing and moaning into the carpet as Rex’s powerful tongue pushed her ever closer to an orgasm. She MUST have figured out what was going on by now, but it didn’t matter, she was lost in the sensation. The teasing had left her so pathetically desperate to finish that she didn’t give a fuck what would get her there any more, she just needed to cum.

And soon she gasped, moaned, almost yelled, while he pushed her over the edge. Her body trembled while she breathlessly repeated “oh fuck, oh fuck, good boy! yes! Fuck! good boy!”

I had never been so turned on in my life. The good girl, the bubbly one, my innocent little Jenni had just cum so hard into the mouth of a literal animal that she was unresponsive on the floor, drunk with hormones and pleasure. I’d never seen someone so content, so exposed, so helpless.  

I turned to look at Rex, and I noticed something, he was hard. His glistening cock, poking out of his sheath. He was already gently dripping with cum. I could tell he was huge, and he wanted more.

I turned back to Jenni. She was still breathing softly, hands and feet bound together, face on the ground, half asleep, blindfolded. A wicked thought began to build within my mind. She… she was tied, and half asleep. She couldn’t protest, I could do whatever I wanted, I could let REX do whatever he wanted..

Almost on autopilot, I reached out and grabbed Rex by the cock, it was warmer and thicker than anything I’d ever felt. And I began pulling him forward, towards her.  He took one click glance back at me, and he began to mount her.

The moment his weight was on her, and his front paws were scratching her shoulders she snapped out of her daze. She began to squirm and shouted “MARK! What the fuck is he doin….” And with that she was interrupted. His cock had found her entrance and in a split second he had begun fucking her with the ferocity only an animal could posses.

“fuck fuck fuck! he’s big!” She screamed. He was pounding all 9 inches of himself into her harder than any human could ever dream of. He didn’t care if it felt good or not for her, he didn’t care if she came, he was an animal and he wanted one thing and one thing only, to breed.

“Fuck! Oh my god! Aghhh! Shit! Please! Cum in me! Please!” She screamed in between grunts of pain and moans of pleasure. I had never heard her so vocal, so vulgar. This was a side I hadn’t seen before, she had given herself to him, she had surrendered to his violent thrusting. She was his, and she was loving it.

His thrusting soon began to slow, and he pressed in one last time before holding. I couldn’t believe my eyes, he was knotting her. Her shouts and grunt turned into gentle moans, building up and she felt the pressure of all 9 inches of him and his massive knot begin to swell, to fill her. She was trapped and she was being forcefully filled with his doggie cum.

I reached under both of them and began rubbing her clit, causing her moans to start building again. I could feel the tightness of the skin as I rubbed, he must have been enormous in there, the size of a baseball at least. Stretching her, tying her to him. Keeping her captive while he pumped her completely full. No wonder she was getting close again. 

Pretty soon she was right on the edge. His cum had filled her completely, he was pressing into her cervix, trying to put his puppies in her, and she was loving the sensation. 

She let out a gasp, and came HARD. The uncontrollable spasms in her pussy pushing out his baseball sized knot with a violent pop. while she screamed with a mix of pain and pleasure, she began shaking. More cum than I’d ever seen in my entire life gushed out of her and down her legs, into a puddle on the floor. More than any human could ever dream of putting into her. His sheer size had left her pussy gaping, red, and swollen. His white puddle resting deep inside of her, gently dripping out from time to time. She had passed out.

While I untried her hands and feet I thought about how she was going to be sore for a week. A gentle reminded of what she did, and how much she liked it. I picked up her sleeping body and placed her gently down on the bed. 

My sweet innocent Jenni had just fucked our friend’s dog, and something told me she had loved it more than anything she’s ever done in her entire life.

Story inspired by the linked video loop. Might be a good thing to put on while you read~

If you enjoy it, do leave a comment or message me to lmk your favorite parts!

Also, warning ahead for noncon, pain, watersports, and mentions of death. And beast. Obviously. Overall, pretty dark story, you have been warned! ———————————————

The trip had gone about as poorly as it possibly could have for Lara. What few supplies that had survived the wreck had been rapidly dwindling, gotten lost or destroyed, or she had been forced to leave behind as she couldn’t waste the energy on dragging them. She was deep in unfamiliar, snow laden, and hostile territory. And just as it was getting dark, a blizzard began to set in.

Lara pooled her meager remaining resources to set up a camp and weather the storm, and took stock of her situation. Of all the dangers she was facing, she managed to narrow it down to two urgent threats she needed to deal with that night. The first was the cold. The bitter, biting cold. She knew even in her parka she wouldn’t last the night without warmth. As such, she naturally used what little she had to build a fire. This then made her aware of her second problem. Glinting eyes in the dark. Circling footsteps. Hungry growling. A pack of wolves had found and surrounded her. For a time, the fire kept them at bay too. They stayed just out of sight in the darkness, seemingly testing her blind spots, never letting her see more than a paw or tail flash through the light of the fire, then back out of sight. She knew this wouldn’t last.

Every passing moment, the fire burned through its fuel. It slowly shrank and grew dimmer, and all she could do was huddle closer for her safety. Anything that would burn that she didn’t think would be absolutely essential come morning, she threw into the flames. She knew it wouldn’t be enough. It had been so hard to find dry wood to burn in the blizzard during the last few hours of sunlight, and she knew that even if there was more dry wood out in the dark, she couldn’t make it past the wolves to find it. She needed a new way to keep warm. And she needed a way to keep the wolves from attacking her. As she racked her brain for ideas, two thoughts raced through her head. First, “When freezing, huddling naked with someone will help share and preserve body heat”. Then “the wolves have plenty of body heat to spare under that fur. Shame I can’t get them to share it…”. Then a third, far more vile thought crept into her mind. She tried to push it away, but the disgust she had with herself for even thinking it made the idea burn itself into her head. The idea that she could perhaps buy her safety at the cost of her dignity. “If I let the wolves have their way with me, they might not attack me, and at least they’ll keep me warm…”. Of course she dismissed that idea, at first. But as the minutes became hours, and the cold battered and shrank her meager fire, she was only getting closer to freezing, and the wolves were only getting closer to her. And try as she might, she couldn’t think of a single better option with her limited supplies. And so, with hands shaking from cold and fear, as she fought back the tears building up in her eyes, she hooked her freezing fingers into the waistband of her pants and panties, and pulled them to her knees. Then she got down on all fours to assume a pose of submission, and offered herself up to be raped.

The cold night air on her exposed ass only made her feel more vulnerable. She wondered how long she’d have to wait like this, if the wolves would even accept this “offer”. It turns out, she didn’t need to wait long at all. She soon heard heavy paws on the snow behind her. She then heard their low, cautious growls getting closer. She felt the sound in her chest, and the fear made her shiver all the more violently. Then she felt breath on her backside, as a wolf stepped forward, and began sniffing her like she’d seen dogs do to each other before. It pushed closer, and she couldn’t help but gasp as she felt its cold, wet nose against her ass. The wolf growled louder and pulled back. Every nerve in her body was screaming for her to run, but she forced herself to be quiet, and hold still. She knew her only hope now was the be as still as possible. The wolf soon resumed sniffing her, pushing his nose against her again. She shut her eyes and tried to take slow, deep breaths to steady herself. But her racing heart refused to slow. Then it skipped a beat as a large, rough, wet tongue was dragged against her. The wolf was tasting her. It seemed especially interested in tasting her pussy and asshole. She tried to only think about how warm the tongue felt, as she waited to see if it would accept her offer. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Satisfied with her taste but now wanting more, the wolf jumped its front two legs onto her back. Its claws tore her clothes and scratched her back and sides, its weight pushed down on her, and she could feel it start to pant and shake as it humped the air behind her, and shuffled itself forward.

Then she felt it. Something wet, and hot, and hard poked against her. Then again. A series of clumsy thrusts jabbed and prodded against her. She wondered if maybe, just maybe, this would be all she had to suffer through, and she wouldn’t have to actually couple with the beast. But then, it made an especially hard push, and its cock found purchase. She felt it force its way into her tight, dry cunt. Already it felt slimy with precum, and the shape felt horribly strange compared to toys and men she’d had before. Larger too. She couldn’t help but whimper out as it was painfully forced inside her. The wolf growled again in response, and she could feel its whole body rumble from the sound, including the cock buried inside her. The wolf began humping away at her then. This was it. She was actually having painful, terrifying, humiliating sex with an animal. It’s thrusts were short, fast, violent stabs into her. Its growling soon became happy panting. The precum from its cock helped make her cunt a little wetter, which only served to let the wolf drill her harder and faster. Her own body worked against her, as the feeling of a foreign object in her pussy made her begin to get wet out of instinct. At least after the first few minutes it began to hurt less. That is, until she felt something swelling against her. She forced herself to look back between her own legs, and immediately regretted it. Seeing the bright red cock sliding in and out of her was revolting. And seeing the knot forming at its base, slamming against her with each thrust, was terrifying. The wolf shifted itself forward again, scratching up her sides in the process. It managed then to put its weight into the thrusts properly, and with great effort and a pained, enraged shout from Lara, it managed to force its knot inside her. Now properly coupled, its thrusts were quicker, shallower, and even more painful. It felt like she’d had a baseball forced inside her. Then she began to feel… warm. Not the hot shame that had been flooding her body and reddening her face, nor the warmth of its heavy, furry body pressing down on her, but a warmth inside her. The wolf started barking, loudly, directly in her ear, leaving them ringing. Its cock was twitching and pulsating inside her. Then she figured out what that warmth was. It was cum.

“Oh… god no…!” She cried out as it emptied its balls. It came so much, and all of it was trapped inside her by its knot. When it finished, for a moment it seemed to try and lay down on top of her. But its compatriots had grown impatient. Lara could see a bright red cock dangling from between each set of hairy hind legs. The wolves barked and growled, and began to nip at the one still inside her. In response, it began clumsily trying to dismount. It yanked back, but its knot was wedged inside her, and it yanked painfully on her already sore pussy. Still, no matter how she yelped, and cried out, and even begged “please stop! Just wait for it to go soft!”, the wolf kept tugging, until its cock came loose with a wet “pop”. A glob of warm wolf cum then poured out of her gaping cunt, and down her leg, and into her pants and the snow. She tried to catch her shuddering breath. She didn’t have long to do so. No sooner had the first wolf jumped off her, than another took its place and started frantically prodding her with its cock all over again. She tried to steady herself. She had now been raped by a wolf. It was the worst thing to ever happen to her, but it had happened. Now she knew what to expect. The second time would be easier.

Except, the second time wouldn’t be easier at all. As the wolf poked at her rear with its cock, a couple of times it nearly got into her soiled pussy, but she was still pretty well gaped from the first wolf, and the second’s cock kept slipping out. Then it adjusted itself, and thrusted higher. The tip found her asshole. She had squeezed her eyes shut to wait for her ordeal to end, but when she felt it find purchase on her asshole, they shot wide open. “No, NO! Not there! You’re in the wrong hole! Lower! Go lower! Bad wolf! Fuck! FUCK, NO, STOP!” She shouted at it as though it understood English, but by now the wolves were comfortable with her. They didn’t fear her shouting anymore. They weren’t afraid when her shouting became incoherent screaming either, or when the screams became pained sobs. All the wolf inside her cared about was that he was finally inside a tight, warm, if dry hole, and he was going to bury his bone as deep as he could. It took far longer for her asshole to stretch to accommodate the massive cock painfully sodomizing her than it had taken her pussy. And it took far longer for it to get wet enough from the wolf’s precum alone for the wolf to fuck her properly. And when it did, those fast, sharp thrusts were agony. A chorus of barks, howls, cries, and screams filled the forest, with only Lara and the wolves to hear it. When the second wolf’s knot enlarged, it did so inside her, stretching her burning asshole even wider. And when it came, it too was encouraged by the rest of the pack to painfully yank itself free. And so it went all night, wolf after wolf, each one finding her gaping cunt and ass easier and easier to use. Soon their knots would just slip out when they were done, letting their cum pour out into the puddle forming in her panties and pants. Eventually she rested her head in her arms, face down, ass up. She was so exhausted that she even managed to get short, dreamless bursts of sleep, always woken up when one wolf pulled out and another took its place. When she awoke in the morning, a wolf was still on top of her, curled up and asleep, its flaccid nub rubbing against her aching pussy. Presumably it had fallen asleep still knotted to her. Her body ached. She was filthy with drying cum. Her clothes were torn to shreds. She felt itchy, and was 90% sure she had gotten flees. She had paid a terrible, painful, humiliating price. But she had survived the night, her plan had worked.

For days she lived with the pack. Any time she tried to leave, they would nip at her heels, growl, and herd her along with them. She was never without a wolf watching over her. When the pack went to hunt, one wolf would stay to watch her, hump her, then lay down on top of her while knotted to her. When the pack returned, they would take turns eating their prey and gangbanging (pack banging?) her. She began to simply accept her place, and was able to struggle through each knotting with resignation instead of terror. The one thing they did that still made her scream in shock, anger, disgust, and frustration was when they took to marking her as their territory. The first time she woke up to a splash of hot, foul liquid on her face, she screamed in anger and disbelief nearly as loud as when she’d been first sodomized by the wolves. She was constantly exhausted from spending her days moving with the pack and her nights being rutted by them, so she napped and slept as often as the wolves let her. But seemingly every time she did, she woke up to a foul smell and the feeling of some part of her body becoming warm and wet. This too she learned to accept, at least it warmed her up. Although being damp soon had the opposite effect and caused her to become freezing cold. Eventually one morning, as she woke up to see a wolf raising its leg above her and preparing to mark her again, in her half delirious state she reasoned that if the piss ended up in her instead of on her, it would warm her up without leaving her wet and frigid. “Plenty of it ends up in my mouth anyway, I may as well benefit from it…” she thought, as she leaned up, wrapping her lips around its sheath, and did her best to choke down the hot, bitter stream. As she thought, at least it warmed her up. The wolves seemed happy with this arrangement, and soon started nudging her awake before lifting their leg over her head any time they felt the need to mark their territory.

Eventually, mercifully, rescue did find her. A helicopter flew overhead, spotted her, and landed in a field nearby. But of course, by that point she was spending more time on all fours getting knotted than doing anything else. As the rescue team approached, she didn’t even have the strength to try and cover herself, let alone push the strong and viral wolf off her back. At least they arrived while it was only one of the wolves, and most of the pack was off hunting. It was easy enough for the rescue crews to scare off one wolf, but she shuddered to think how the whole pack might have fought to keep their bitch. Of course, she would soon regret not trying harder to fight the wolf off her back herself when she saw rescue coming. It turns out, her disappearance and the effort to find her had become international news. And as such, attached to the rescue team was a news camera, that caught in high definition detail and broadcasted to the world exactly what she had been doing to survive.

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Helthas was held in silk. Bound against his beloved old. Beledra, the elf he had shared a life with. The elf he had survived with. His wanted.

And perhaps now his intended. Yet he could not reach out towards her. He could not hug her. He could not move his arms. Helthas had been unable to kiss her in weeks. Despite being bound facing, their bellies had grown. Rounded out.

With the spawn of Altoline. The spider elf. The monster. The goddess.

The woman who had at long last brought the two elves together. The woman who had driven them to speak of feelings long denied. The woman who had allowed them their first kiss.

But inserted her own phallic tool between. Had them slobber across it. Only touch with extended tongues across ovipositorous form.

They had kissed after. Eager happy moments. Even as Helseth was split open. Even after he was broken upon that same ovipositor. Even as he was fucked full of more eggs than Beledra carried.

They were still captives. They were still bound. But in the silk they were happy. No longer afraid of each other. Speaking fully the words they once fled. It was a strange sort of honeymoon, and going into it, neither would have wished to spend it in bondage.

But now? They could imagine no other way. While they were able to kiss in the first weeks, each elf never felt the touch of the other's hand, nor the joining of their sexes. The closest they would get is when they would lick the monster clean.

To taste the fluid of the other, upon their mistress's form.

And even though they had been seeded well, even though their forms had been bloated with eggs, Altoline had returned to the bound perch. She had made use of them both.

She had forced her pedipalps down elven throats. And made the elves swallow her strange seed. She had taken her ovipositor, and driven it between the two lovers.

Dragging across craving sex. Caressed by the madness of desperate hearts.

Altoline returned each day to feed both. She fed Beledra shredded meat, scavenged fruit and grain and the venoms from her mouth. Helseth's diet was far more delicate.

His health was less important than the eggs even now growing in his gut. He was fed instead watery paste. The liquid flesh of others the spiders had caught. Those they had consumed.

He was fed a different set of venoms. He was fed milk. Directly from Altoline's chest. Nursing at the monster.

Helseth had refused the first few times. Craving liquid flesh over yet another demanded intimacy.

But he had given in. Better intimacy than starving. After the first few sessions he had grown to crave it. That warm fluid running down his throat. The sweet taste of it. The slight tang. As he nursed, he imagined that he drank instead from Beledra's chest.

Beledra was growing fuller. Her body acting as if she was pregnant true instead of inflicted. Her breasts swelling. And some mornings Helseth could smell the sweet milk.

Just out of reach of his lips. But Altoline denied him the milk of another. She kept him on this diet of milk and sludge.

And despite the lack of anything solid. Despite the lack of anything textured, Helseth endured. And perhaps, even grew. A little thicker. A little curvier.

Though that might have just been the growing eggs. He wondered if by the end, even his own chest would swell. If he would become the sister to his beloved.

Just as Altoline mockingly accused.

The ruins were a strange paradise. Until she was removed.

Altoline came in. She cut Beledra free. She left Helseth behind.

“Where are you taking her?”

“It's time.” Altoline replied.

And there was nothing Helseth could say to stop her. Nothing he could do to stop her.

His beloved, stolen away. Brought to a far chamber. Weeping his name as she left.

And Helseth lingered. Bound to the wall. He lingered for a day. And another. Another.

He heard no word of Beledra. Altoline did not visit.

Helseth's lips grew dry. His belly rumbled in growing hunger. In the need for the spider's milk. Even as his guts grew increasingly full.

The eggs far larger now. They had grown inside him. Feasted upon him perhaps? Drawing their life from his body.

That until recently was sustained. But now? What was left to give?

Helseth was left in the dark. Starving. Alone.

Helseth slept. He did not know for how long. Sometimes, he stirred. Not sure if dreaming. Imagining voices in the dark. Imagining the movement of arachnid limbs.

Wondering when it would end.

— In the end, Altoline returned. She reached out, caressing a hand across Helseth's chin. Stirring him to wakefulness.

“It is time.”

Helseth wished to ask of Beledra. Helseth wished to demand her release. Her return to him. Beyond even his own considerations.

He tried. But his voice rasped. His mouth and throat dry.

All he could do was open his lips and beg. For more milk. For moisture. For even a spider's slop.

Altoline raised a pitcher. And slowly poured it against Helseth's lips. Water. Boiled and cleaned.

Running between Helseth's lips. Running down his chin. Enough that he nearly choked on it. But gulped it down all the same. Ever eager.

Trying to make up for the days... or weeks of aching thirst.

“That should be enough.” It would never be enough.

But Helseth's lips were not dry. “For what?”

“Birth.”

Helseth shuddered. He and Beledra had spoken of this in whispers. They did not know how Altoline reproduced. But Beledra knew of parasitic wasps. The way they would inject eggs into still living prey.

The way the young would eat their way out.

Helseth sobbed. The first time he had allowed himself such expression of sorrow in days. “Beledra?”

“I am here.” Beledra spoke from the darkness. She had not gotten devoured by spiders. She had survived. She sounded even stronger than she had before.

Grown powerful in her absence. Perhaps even indulged. Helseth did not hear the silk in her movements. Had Altoline freed her?

Would Altoline free him? He could only hope. Or pray to the only goddess that mattered.

“Please.”

Altoline cut some of the silk. She spread Helseth's legs apart. She finally pulled free the silk that had bound his ass. That had kept those eggs inside him all this time.

“I will help guide him through this. You need to be ready to catch and house the eggs for the final hatching.”

“Yes mistress.” Beledra responded.

Helseth couldn't help but grin. Beledra was here. She was helping. She would be witness to the birth. To see him bear the children of another. It was nearly his dream. And in the strangeness, even this could make him happy.

Even when he felt the eggs inside of him shift. Even as he felt Altoline's strange hands across his belly. Applying gentle pressure. Starting to work the eggs outside of the man.

The eggs were already large. They had been difficult in the initial insertion. But inside of Helseth they had grown. He could not be sure the exact width. But they felt at least half again as wide. And the passage through him was slow.

A shifting. A slow grinding. As one by one they were pressed down. Gravity starting to pull on them. To finally overcome the friction of Helseth's constraints.

The first one nearly left. Reaching that final sphincter. Slowly stretching wider still.

“Apply the lubricant.” Altoline commanded.

Beledra, still unseen, did as she was told. Running the fluid across Helseth's ass. Between the cheeks. Pushing a single finger inside of Helseth.

The first sexual touch between them. And yet it felt odd. The finger cooler and sharper than it should have been.

Yet Helseth dismissed the wonder for now. He was being touched by Beledra. She had survived. And now he was giving birth. With her.

He could also imagine that the children were her own. That it had been Beledra instead of Altoline who had bred him. Who had filled him with eggs.

“Soon.” Whispered Beledra to her beloved.

Working her fingers. Stretching Helseth's ass a little wider. And wider still.

Until the egg began to drop. The first part of it pushing out. Seeking the air. Seeking the fall. Nearly pinching Beledra's fingers. Beledra tried to grasp at it. But it was too smooth. With too little give.

But then Altoline pressed once more on Helseth's abdomen. Pushing that chain of eggs further. Pushing the first out more. Stretching Helseth's sphincter wider still.

Breaking him once more. Until more than a third of the egg pushed out. Enough that Beledra could grasp at it. Enough that she could tug. Stretching Helseth wider.

The violence now at Beledra's hands. The stretching at her intent.

The egg pushed to its widest point. And beyond. Pressing down. Held in Beledra's palms.

“Good. Now bind it in silk, and set it aside.”

Beledra pulled the egg away. Working on it. Binding it. Using the silk she had at hand.

As Helseth found another lurch inside of him. Another shift inside of him. Gravity making its demands. The next egg dropping down through his rectum.

Getting caught only at the last moment.

“Another is there. Catch it.” Altoline instructed. Careful. Precise. Guiding. Like how one might teach a student. Or a child.

Beledra was ready for it. Reaching up and cradling this second egg as it crested. Waiting for each slow push of emergence. Waiting until enough had emerged.

And then tugging on it with her cool fingers. Wrenching it slowly free from Helseth with a long squelch. With a rush of lubricant. Beledra held one hand up, pushed partially inside, preventing the drop of the next egg as she processed the newly emerged.

There were other sounds in the dark. Slow excretions. Dripping. And finally a wrapping and binding as the newest egg was wrapped in silk. Bound in its protective egg sack for the final emergence.

And then Beledra removed her hand. Letting the egg after start to drop. It was easier this time. Helseth more used to it. All the more proficient at brooding. All the more broken.

Each movement of an egg lurching inside of him made him shake. Their movement made him whimper. Perhaps it was physical sensation, the stimulation against his prostate, or the glory of emptiness after being filled for so long.

But Helseth was proud. Proud of how well he did. How well he had served Altoline. How well he had served Beledra.

How he had carried the eggs assigned to him. Fucked into him. Filling him. And with this birth he was doing his duty, his motherly concern. That he and Beledra had settled down.

And now their family was born. Though not a family like Helseth had imagined. But long ago, Helseth learned not to trust his imagination.

That dreams were often crushed. Consumed. There was no pas that could be reached for. But you could find happiness where you were.

Bound in silk. Half-starved. Giving birth.

Not alone. He squirmed in his bonds. Shivering, in want, in lustful stupor, perhaps in the collapse of his body. The effort of all of this far too much. His muscles working to try and push those eggs out. Helseth cried out.

Cum drooling from his cock. An orgasm from the stimulation. Pleasure at being useful. Not the first. And not the last today.

In the darkness he couldn't see. In delirium he couldn't remember. How many eggs had Altoline fucked into him? It felt like a dozen. And how many eggs had Beledra extracted? It felt like at least two dozen more.

All of Helseth's life being reduced to this. Getting filled. Brooding. Getting emptied.

Nearly empty now. The final egg sliding out on its own. Needing no help. No aid. Shooting out of Helseth's broken guts, out of his birthing sleeve, and into Beledra's arms.

“You did so well.” Beledra praised him. She brushed a single sharp finger across his belly.

And then turned back to her duties. Wrapping up the last egg. Binding it in with the rest.

Through this birth as Beledra learned what to do, Altoline had been more reserved. Watching. Making only occasional comment. Her direct acts were no longer required.

The elves were already tamed. Already broken. Already willing.

“I have no present use for him.” Altoline finally said.

Words that had Helseth panicking. Afraid of death. Afraid of being devoured. Afraid of no longer being useful to his mistress. Afraid that he was too broken to serve as a sack.

“But I know you have some fondness for him. He is yours to do with as you please.”

“Thank you mistress.” Beledra spoke with reverence. Her voice changed.

And then Beledra moved closer. “Did you hear that my love?”

“I...” Helseth struggled to speak.

“You are mine now. And you will be mine forever.” And she moved in to kiss Helseth. Her beloved. With upper lip. And vicious chelicerae below.

*DING*

Anrea snaps up and away from the wall she was leaning on as the elevator’s loud announcement jolts her awake from her impromptu nap. Her mind is in a haze after a near twenty four hour shift, she shakes out her limbs to try and wake herself up more and she stumbles through the elevator’s door. Down the hallway passing six other doors to the very last door at the very end of the hall.

“Finally home, just one more day before a long, long weekend. God, I’m going to sleep so damn well.” She rubs her hands down her face as she walks. Attempting to wipe the exhaustion off her warm brown skin before she takes several slow minutes to fumble for her keys in her purse. 

It takes a few seconds and a lot of grumbling until she finds the key and slots it into the lock. Then pushes the door into her well earned two-bedroom condominium. Pride and accomplishment floods her chest as she thinks about how this place is hers entirely and hers alone. Having worked on a pretty good salary of a registered nurse at an ER in a metropolis city. She bought the lease and property off of her old landlord’s children when the cruel old woman dropped dead and they didn’t want to manage it along with her other investments. Anrea celebrated that night with so many drinks she can barely remember anything the next morning with her face just utterly covered in sweat with her mouth full and thick of saliva on the floor of her living room. 

Tiredly humming an old pop song she walks towards her bedroom ready for sleep until a rumbling whine stops her dead in her step. Anrea sighs as she looks through the darkness underneath the breakfast bar connected to her kitchen area. Tracing the large form of her Zac, a large Rottweiler, attempting to hide behind her the tall chairs from the sudden muffled pops of fireworks. 

Anrea rolls her eyes, remembering how many people came into the ER with burns, broken or exploded hands this shift. “Right, Fourth of July and its fireworks don’t mix with you. Come here you big dumb dog.” She kneels to catch the body of a Rottweiler barreling into her chest and giving her his usual welcome home kisses. 

Anrea giggles and laughs, feeling his tongue on her cheeks then dragging down to her neck that leaves her exhausted body breathless. She nearly tilts her head up at the firm licks against her shoulder and collarbone sending a shot of pleasure to her foggy brain but with a sharp intake of breath she pushes her dog’s head away with a bit of shame settling in her chest. “Ok ok, enough already. No more licks. I don’t have the energy to play right now. Maybe a food coma will help you get through the night of fireworks. Come on boy, you hungry?”

Anrea watches Zac do his little happy dance at the talk of food before he rushes into the kitchen and follows him as he runs into the kitchen. It takes a few extra minutes to pull out some food as quickly as her tired body can for her big dumb dog so she can get to bed. 

As Zac digs into his food and she stumbles to her room, taking her shoes off at the door to not drag any dirt onto her carpeted floor. Her hands slide down to her waist and her  thumbs hook into the elastic bands of her pants to pull them down to her ankles, catching her panties with it, leaving them in a pile on the floor as she approaches her bed bottomless. Then crossing her arms to grip the bottom edge of her blue scrub shirt Anrea pulls her shirt up over head and drops it wherever it falls in the darkening room. Leaking her in just a white sports bra holding up her D-cupped breasts until she strips even that off in the same way. 

Anrea rolls her shoulders with a breath of relief as her breasts lightly bounce against her chest and settle into their natural teardrop shape. 

“God that feels so good to have off.” She mutters. 

Anrea moves to the carefully made bed and picks up the overly large and loose night shirt that she bought from the men’s section years ago when she was a broke college student since she needed something cheap to wear to bed. Draping the shirt over her head its hemming falls down to her above her knees. Reaching up to her ponytail she unties her hair letting her curly hair unfurl and fall down to her shoulders before climbing into bed. Too exhausted to even lift to covers to climb under Anrea flops to her back and gives into the sleep pressing in all around her. 

———

Anrea’s mind slowly awakens at the movement of her body shifting with the mattress as extra weight is being put atop it. Still half asleep Anrea’s eyes flutters open immediately tracing the dark form of Zac sniffing at her feet then moving his head up to take long drags of his tongue up her calf and across her knee. 

Anrea stays quiet with her sleepy mind unsure of what to do as Zac moves slowly and consistently further up her leg until his nose dips underneath her night shirt. Groggily she whispers his name into the quiet room and he looks up at her lifting up her shirt to the bottom of her waist with his rising head exposing more of her bare legs. 

Anrea lets out a groan, glancing at the digital clock on her dresser seeing the time is twelve in the morning.

 “Zac, go to sleep baby, the fireworks aren’t so bad—” as to prove otherwise a nearby firework explosion comes in from the window above her bed illuminating the decently noise proof room with a muffled bang causing the shivering Zac to push his head between her thighs trying to hide. “Zac stop being a baby and get out fr-oooh.”

Anrea lets out a low moan as Zac interrupts his half-asleep scolding by licking up her inner thigh. She tries to call him to stop but her mind is too tired and her voice is filled with moans as her dog’s hot breath and wet gets closer and closer to her outer lips. 

“Zaaaaac baby, you gotta-Uh! Stoppppp-Oooohhh.” Anrea closes her thighs on his big head which only serves to keep him in place whilst his tongue drags up between her wet folds and flicks against her clit sending a wave of pleasure through her. 

Anrea exhausted body buzzes with the familiar feeling of an orgasm building quickly in her core as her dog, trapped between her thighs, eats her out better and faster than anyone or toy had done to her before. Until two breaths into the cunnilingus she lets out a near silent groan letting her legs drop with her feet propped against the bed.

Anrea’s eyes flutter, sliding her hands underneath her pillow to grip and push her shuddering body into Zac’s feasting maw with her toes as the wet slurping grows louder from her arousal continuously spills from her. 

Collapsing back to the bed after however long the orgasm took, Anrea’s eyes go glassy as they stare up to the painted ceiling. Her chest was too filled with the encompassing pleasure to find any shame at what she and her dog just did. Her sight drifts in and out of darkness as the fireworks continue to go off every few seconds, illuminating the room briefly. 

*BANG*

She sees Zac licking his cum covered chops through her eyelashes. 

*BANG*

She watches him dip his head between her still shaking thighs.  

*BANG*

His breath on her pussy and flinching when his tongue dives back into her sensitive pussy. 

*BANG*

Her legs wrapped around his shoulders with her heel pulling him deeper and holds him against her whilst her disconnected mind hears her voice cooing, gasping at his tongue until she cums again and again almost as frequently as the fireworks shoot up into the sky. 

Soon Anrea consciousness slowly fades back into focus she can first feels the cool air of the room drying the sweat on her neck then she feels how her lower body and the covers underneath her ass is soaked. She absently wonders whether it was more Zac’s drool or her cum that. Warm air hits her chin and she opens her eyes to the ceiling before looking down to meet Zac’s dark eyes above her chest. His forelegs encompassed her torso, essentially pinning her to the bed, thrusting his hips between her spread legs. Her mind too foggy with sleepiness, fatigue, and post-climax glow to register the movement as anything but playfulness, Anrea simply smiles and barely whispers into the dark room, “Good boy Zac.”

She reaches her hand up to pet his head until she feels something hot, pointed, and so thick pressed against the entrance of her pussy. Before she can even look down Zac lets out a rumbling growl and thrusts his ten inch cock into her knocking the air out of her lungs preventing her from even screaming. Only the muted sound of her heels hitting the bed is heard as her eyes are filled with red, white, and blue stars.  Anrea’s hand drops down to her pillow to brace herself as Zac fucks her with an possessive hunger that slams the bed frame against the wall in a aggressive beat. 

The sleepy woman turned bitch only melts into Zac’s animal embrace, letting him use her as he wanted. She lifts her legs up to rest on his flanks letting them flail in time with her dog’s motions. Unable to fight him through glorious agony he’s putting her through by stretching her tight pussy beyond what she thought it can handle. Her moans are short and cut as the air she can breath in is fucked out of her by her precious, sexy dog. 

Anrea’s grip on time is gone and is constantly sent away with every thrust Zac takes as she cums again and again each time longer than the last. Until she’s constantly in the throes of pleasure, clenching her walls around the thick shaft trying to milk more out of him than his watery precum filling her. 

Through her orgasmic haze she can feel her pussy being stretched further at the same time by his shaft as Zac speeds up his thrusts, rumbling out a continuous deep growl. The space of Anrea’s sex filled mind that could still reason enough that knows what’s coming next. 

She lifts her head up to look between his chest and her bouncing breasts to witness the sloppy mess of her arousal, Zac’s precum at their joining. Watching the fist-sized knot banging against her entrance when she tries to speak. 

“Z-Zac…ahhh…don’t…baby….you’ll break me….you’ll…you’ll—HMPF!” Zac pushes his muzzle down to her mouth and shoves his tongue into her open mouth. Bulging her cheeks as their tongues wrap and brush against each other as he dominates her completely. 

With a final hard thrust, Anrea feels Zac forces his knot inside of her. Inside of his owner and the one who raised and trained him to be a loveable goofy protector. But Anrea’s only words that are spoken through her dog tongue filled mouth. 

“Yll brd mm!” 

In the next moment she could feel the bucket of her dog’s cum flooding her womb then her pussy while the knot kept even a drizzle from escaping their lock. Anrea’s mind is in pieces as she cums, tasting her pussy, dog food, and Zac’s salvia flooding that she’s willingly gulping down her throat. Lost in the moment her mind recontextualizes itself while she tilts her head to try and take more of her lovers tongue and delicious drool until her body passes the tip of exhaustion. Her head falls limp back to her pillow with a wet slurp of Zac’s tongue slipping out of her mouth and begins to descend into sleep. The last thing she sees is Zac settling his head between her breasts gently licking the sweat off her dark nipples. 

——

Early morning sunlight streams through the window. Anrea slowly wakes up with her face atop her pillow. With a happy sigh she sits up on her knees in bed and stretches out the creaks in her back with her oversized back above her knees before she slides out of bed. Leaving Zac curled up on the other side bed next to her and moving through her bedroom with a bounce in her step. She collects a new set of scrubs and underwear before heading off the bedroom loudly humming another pop song. 

Fifteen minutes later Zac is sitting at the door waiting for his goodbye scratches as Anrea organizes her purse making sure she has everything. Just before she leaves she kneels to give Zac a hug, scratching between his ear and kissing his nose. 

“Imma have a long weekend once I get home from work tonight baby. So I want you well rested and ready.” Her voice lowers from her usual bubbly tone to desperate and dripping with want as she wraps her arms, tight like a lover’s, around his neck and kisses his lips. “Cause I wanna feel your hot dick and cum inside me fully awake.”

Opening her mouth to accept his tongue into hers, sucking on it until her lips and chin are covered in drool. Moaning while she’s pressing her breasts into his chest, deepening the kiss until they tip over with Anrea straddling her lover-dog and grinding her groin against his sheath. 

They continue to explore each other mouths until an alarm from her purse rings and she breaks the wet french kiss to stand whilst licking her lips clean. “Mommy has to go to work. I’ll be back later, baby. I can’t fucking wait.” And she walks through her door already imagining his knot, tongue, and cum filling her again. 

I swear I read this on this subreddit but can't seem to find in anywhere in my history or up votes.

If I recall correctly it was called snowed in with sadie or something like that.

Basic premise is a guy is dog sitting for this rich family and gets "snowed in" and inevitably leads to him being seduced by the dog. Just remembered it and thought it was a good read. Help appreciated

I felt my perfect weekend slipping away from me while my Jenni enthusiastically jumped up and said “don’t worry! We can watch him!” 

Her selflessness was one of the things I loved about her, but in times like right now, I wish she could dial it back a bit. Our friends looked relieved.

“You guys are lifesavers!” they exclaimed. “Our dog sitter backed out last minute and we were totally panicking. We were planning on leaving tomorrow at 8am.”

We began working out the details. They only had one dog, a German shepherd named Rex. This shouldn’t be too bad. Besides, they offered to let us stay in their house for the weekend. It would be a little “staycation” I told myself.

We got there early the next day and did the handoff, our friends took off for their camping trip and we spent the rest of the day just hanging out and getting acquainted with Rex. Jenni loved him, and right away I noticed he loved her.

As the sun went down we decided to make use of their hot tub. “Shit”, I muttered while looking at the stuff we packed. “We didn’t bring any bathing suits.”  

“Oh that’s no big deal, I’ll go look for theirs and if I can’t find any we’ll just skinny dip” Jenni replied with a little grin before walking into the master bedroom. She wasn’t usually this playful, something had gotten her a little excited. I could always tell, I’d known her for years.

Not even 5 seconds later i heard her gleefully shout “omg MARK! Come look at this hahaha!” She had made her way into one of their closet drawers on her hunt for a bikini, and found a treasure trove of their sex toys. And I mean a TREASURE TROVE! 

They had everything you could think of, vibrators, restraints, dildos. I raised my eyebrow as Jenni picked up one in particular, it was bright red and had a funny shape. “Whats this one supposed to be?” She asked with a childish smile. 

“It’s shaped like a dog, that right there is the knot.” I replied.  

Jenni looked shocked for a second then giggled. “Are they really that big?! This thing is huge!! I can’t even get my fingers around the knot thingy!!” She tried to grip it, her hands looking smaller than ever handling the massive toy.

“They can be, I saw my old dog mating once years ago. He was about that size.” I replied. Jenni raised her eyebrow, smiled again, and put the toy back. My heart was starting to pound faster. She was not normally this curious. She was horny, I could feel it. 

“Well, looks like we have a lot of stuff to try out after we get out of the tub.” And with that, she smiled and slipped out of all of her clothes before walking out of the room naked. “I changed my mind, skinny dipping sounds fun.” She yelled back to me while walking down the hallway. I stripped down and followed after her.

The hot tub was more or less uneventful, after an hour of us fooling around she jumped out and dried off, I followed her into the house, then into the master bedroom where she seductively told me to go pick out whatever I wanted before hopping onto their bed. I had already been planning what to use from their drawer. I flashed her a dark smile and went to get the toys.

I came back with a vibrator, the dog dildo, a blindfold, and some restraints. Her eyes went wide when they locked onto the massive doggie dildo, her confident smile turned to a look of slight concern and intrigue. But one thing she didn’t do, she didn’t protest. 

“Are.. are you gonna use that one on me?” She asked.

“Yes.” I replied calmly.

Her look of nervous intrigue intensified. “Where do you want me?” She asked.  

I silently motioned to the carpeted floor.

She got down on her hands and knees and patiently waited while I got her ready. First blindfolding her, then pressing her face into the ground and tying her hands to her ankles. Her cheekiness had all but evaporated. She was now almost shaking from being so exposed, her face to the floor, her hands tied, her ass up in the air. I could almost smell her arousal. Her breathing was heavy.

I started with the vibrator, she almost jumped when it touched her clit. The arousal and anticipation had made her sensitive. For minutes on end I worked her closer and closer to an orgasm, listening to her desperate moans, only to pull away each time at the crucial moment. She started pushing backwards into it, or at least trying to while in her restrained state. Her body language begging me to keep it there just a bit longer. But I had plans for her.

She was on display for the whole room to see, and she was visibly glistening. The room was almost heavy with the smell of her sex while I reached over to grab the doggie dildo and start the next step of my plan. But as I leaned, I noticed something walk past me out of the corner to my eye. Rex must have also smelled her, and before I could react he started lapping at her restrained and exposed pussy.

I was just moments from yanking him away, when she let out a deep moan. 

“Mmmm.. Wha… what the fuck are you doing back there??” She gasped

Rex began to plunge his tongue even deeper into her, greedily lapping up every drop of her that he could get. The noises she made only intensified, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, she… she was actually starting to like this.

I watched, stunned, as her pleasure built higher and higher. Her face writhing and moaning into the carpet as Rex’s powerful tongue pushed her ever closer to an orgasm. She MUST have figured out what was going on by now, but it didn’t matter, she was lost in the sensation. The teasing had left her so pathetically desperate to finish that she didn’t give a fuck what would get her there any more, she just needed to cum.

And soon she gasped, moaned, almost yelled, while he pushed her over the edge. Her body trembled while she breathlessly repeated “oh fuck, oh fuck, good boy! yes! Fuck! good boy!”

I had never been so turned on in my life. The good girl, the bubbly one, my innocent little Jenni had just cum so hard into the mouth of a literal animal that she was unresponsive on the floor, drunk with hormones and pleasure. I’d never seen someone so content, so exposed, so helpless.  

I turned to look at Rex, and I noticed something, he was hard. His glistening cock, poking out of his sheath. He was already gently dripping with cum. I could tell he was huge, and he wanted more.

I turned back to Jenni. She was still breathing softly, hands and feet bound together, face on the ground, half asleep, blindfolded. A wicked thought began to build within my mind. She… she was tied, and half asleep. She couldn’t protest, I could do whatever I wanted, I could let REX do whatever he wanted..

Almost on autopilot, I reached out and grabbed Rex by the cock, it was warmer and thicker than anything I’d ever felt. And I began pulling him forward, towards her.  He took one click glance back at me, and he began to mount her.

The moment his weight was on her, and his front paws were scratching her shoulders she snapped out of her daze. She began to squirm and shouted “MARK! What the fuck is he doin….” And with that she was interrupted. His cock had found her entrance and in a split second he had begun fucking her with the ferocity only an animal could posses.

“fuck fuck fuck! he’s big!” She screamed. He was pounding all 9 inches of himself into her harder than any human could ever dream of. He didn’t care if it felt good or not for her, he didn’t care if she came, he was an animal and he wanted one thing and one thing only, to breed.

“Fuck! Oh my god! Aghhh! Shit! Please! Cum in me! Please!” She screamed in between grunts of pain and moans of pleasure. I had never heard her so vocal, so vulgar. This was a side I hadn’t seen before, she had given herself to him, she had surrendered to his violent thrusting. She was his, and she was loving it.

His thrusting soon began to slow, and he pressed in one last time before holding. I couldn’t believe my eyes, he was knotting her. Her shouts and grunt turned into gentle moans, building up and she felt the pressure of all 9 inches of him and his massive knot begin to swell, to fill her. She was trapped and she was being forcefully filled with his doggie cum.

I reached under both of them and began rubbing her clit, causing her moans to start building again. I could feel the tightness of the skin as I rubbed, he must have been enormous in there, the size of a baseball at least. Stretching her, tying her to him. Keeping her captive while he pumped her completely full. No wonder she was getting close again. 

Pretty soon she was right on the edge. His cum had filled her completely, he was pressing into her cervix, trying to put his puppies in her, and she was loving the sensation. 

She let out a gasp, and came HARD. The uncontrollable spasms in her pussy pushing out his baseball sized knot with a violent pop. while she screamed with a mix of pain and pleasure, she began shaking. More cum than I’d ever seen in my entire life gushed out of her and down her legs, into a puddle on the floor. More than any human could ever dream of putting into her. His sheer size had left her pussy gaping, red, and swollen. His white puddle resting deep inside of her, gently dripping out from time to time. She had passed out.

While I untried her hands and feet I thought about how she was going to be sore for a week. A gentle reminded of what she did, and how much she liked it. I picked up her sleeping body and placed her gently down on the bed. 

My sweet innocent Jenni had just fucked our friend’s dog, and something told me she had loved it more than anything she’s ever done in her entire life.

When we last left Sarah Thompson, our 38-year-old suburban blonde housewife, mother of 2 children and wife of Mark, she had just crossed the line from exploring her interspecies sexual curiosity with her husband to full-blown private sessions with her energetic golden retriever, Rocky. Her newfound addiction began to consume her thoughts as she went about her typical mother/wife routine – breakfast for the kids, laundry folding, yoga stretches that now carried a secret craving. Those 10-20 minutes alone with Rocky gave her such an intense physical satisfaction that her thighs clenched at the thought of the next one.

It started innocently enough, or as innocent as such a taboo could be. Her husband Mark had the idea of spicing up the bedroom by adding their canine friend to take part in the activities. At first nervous and reluctant, that first session awakened a craving in Sarah that left her coming back for more. Embarrassed by how quickly she came to love, and need, these rendezvous with Rocky, she began to hide it from her husband. She’d wait until Mark left for work and the kids were off to school before locking all the doors, drawing the curtains, and calling Rocky over to the living room.

Within minutes of the house clearing, she’d quickly remove her panties, drop to her knees on the living room’s plush rug, and hike up her sundress. Her body would be on fire with anticipation, the risk was such a thrill for her. 

“Come here, boy,” she’d whisper, patting her ass invitingly. 

Rocky didn’t need much coaxing. He knew the drill at this point. He’d waddle over and nudge his nose into her ass as his tongue lapped at her eager pussy.

“Oh God yes,” she whispered into the carpet, bending low with her ass high up in the air, holding her ass open with both hands to give Rocky the most leverage.

Rocky noisily tongued her as she continued moaning with pleasure. One thing she loved about getting her pussy licked by Rocky was that he never got tired. As long as she held her pussy up for him, he would lick happily and obediently. Sometimes she’d let this go on for almost an hour. Letting the stresses of her everyday housewife duties fade away as streaks of saliva dripped down her inner thighs. This was her morning routine. 

His knot was the pinnacle, her obsession. It stretched her to the brink, pressing up against her walls, she’d never experienced anything like it. When it locked in, tying them together, Sarah’s world exploded. Her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around the bulge, milking it as Rocky’s cum flooded her. The knot held them together for intensely blissful minutes, each twitch sending shocks through her body. 

She’d whimper feeling fulfilled, her body trembling as euphoric pleasure took over.

“So fuckin’ good…” she’d murmur, lost in vulnerability. Sarah didn’t ever curse, but when she was with Rocky she didn’t hold back her vulgarity. 

Afterward, as the knot deflated and Rocky pulled free, she’d collapse onto the floor or the bed, his cum dripping down her legs. But she wasn’t done, she wanted to express her gratitude. She’d turn quickly, grasping his still-hard cock, and take it into her mouth, sucking gently, tasting Rocky’s spent cock. 

Rocky would lick her in return, cleaning the mess he left dripping down her thighs. 

“Good boy, Rocky,” she’d praise, petting him as euphoria faded.

These sessions escalated daringly. One afternoon, with Mark taking the kids to soccer practice, Sarah ventured into the backyard. The high fence offered privacy from the neighbors, but the thrill of being caught made her pulse race. She spread a blanket on the grass and called Rocky out. Letting him mount her out there felt exhilarating and wild. She clutched the grass as his knot tightened in her. Her eyes shut hard and she bit her lip to stifle her screams. She could hear the birds chirping and the cool breeze against her naked body as she came hard in her backyard, with the outside world just beyond the fence. 

The craving always gnawed at her. At a weekend picnic with the family, while Mark grilled burgers, Sarah slipped away to the woods with Rocky on a leash.

“Going for a quick walk,” she told Mark, heart pounding. 

Hidden by the trees, she hiked up her skirt and let Rocky lick her while she rubbed her clit. She held onto a nearby tree to keep her legs from giving out as she came quietly against Rocky’s face, returning to the family picnic shortly after.

Mark noticed the change. In bed, she initiated sex much more often, and with an eagerness he hadn’t seen in years. She’d ride Mark with her eyes closed, fantasizing about Rocky’s knot inside her. 

“You’ve been frisky lately,” Mark pointed out. “Did that night with Rocky awaken something in you?”

She’d smile coyly, deflecting. “Maybe.” But inside she was nervous. He couldn’t know just how far she had taken it. What would he think of her?

Yet Mark continued to push for another shared play with Rocky. “The kids are at sleepovers this weekend. Let’s film another one. You, me, and Rocky. It’ll be hot.”

Sarah hesitated, her pulse racing at the idea but dreading letting someone else in on it. 

“I’m not sure, Mark,” she’d respond. 

He pressed her, showing her snippets of their first video. “Look how much you loved it! Come on, let’s do it!”

Sarah managed to keep her husband at bay, but her sessions grew more frequent, her body aching for the knot daily. 

On one particular morning, she didn’t want to be teased. She wanted to be fucked. Hard. It had been a few days since she’d been with Rocky, what with Mark spending a lot of time at home lately, so she had been on edge waiting for her next encounter with Rocky. 

She lifted herself up with her elbows and began to crawl slowly away, a sign to Rocky that she was ready to be mounted. Rocky recognized the sign and began clumsily trying to mount her while she crawled around the living room floor.

“Come on, Rocky. Come on boy, let me feel that big cock,” she whispered to herself, eager for him to climb on top.

She crawled around to Rocky and began to rub under his belly to get him going. His cock began to emerge.

“Good boy, Rocky,” she said in her high-pitched voice, while stroking him and giving him kisses around his face.

She turned back around and backed up into him. Rocky jumped on top of her back, positioned his cock and thrust it into Sarah. 

Sarah gasped lightly as she felt him penetrate her. It was always a light shock when he slid in, his cock thicker than expected, stretching her. 

“Good boy…good fuckin’ boy,” she panted. Rocky’s paws scratched her hips lightly, but she didn’t notice. She rocked back against him, chasing the buildup, her breasts swaying heavy and free under her sundress. His cock reached deep, his thrusts building up to that glorious swell. The knot tied, locking them together, and Sarah cried out, orgasm ripping through her as his cum shot inside.

Lost in bliss, she didn’t hear Mark’s car pull into the driveway. He had left his laptop at home and had to return to get it. 

Mark pushed the front door open to find his wife knotted to their dog, her eyes glazed over in ecstasy. He froze at the unexpectedness of the scene, but then arousal surged. Sarah hadn’t heard him come in. Her body was still trembling, Rocky’s weight pinning her to the floor, his knot still stuck inside her. 

“Sarah?” Mark whispered, his voice hoarse. 

She whipped her head around, eyes wide with horror and lingering pleasure. 

“Mark! Oh God, I-”

But he didn’t look angry. Instead, his gaze darkened with hunger. He began to undo his pants, stripping quickly, cock hard from the scene he had stumbled into. 

“You’ve been doing this without me?” He knelt down next to her, stroking her hair while the knot held her captive. “Fuck, that’s so hot. How long?”

“Since…after the first time,” she confessed, moaning as Rocky repositioned himself, sending waves through her. 

Mark couldn’t resist. His hand slid down, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple. 

“My little slut wife. Addicted to Rocky’s cock.”

He positioned himself at her mouth, his cock standing straight up between his legs. He grabbed a hold of it and guided it to Sarah’s lips. 

“Suck me while you’re tied to him,” he ordered.

Sarah obeyed, parting her lips to let her husband in while the family dog remained mounted on top of her. Mark’s reaction was refreshing, she was worried he’d be livid or be disgusted by her hidden obsession. His acceptance turned her on, and she never felt so grateful to have a husband like him. 

She blew him as best she could with Rocky’s knot still locked inside her. She relished the feeling of being filled from both ends, on one end by her loving husband, sucking deeply and appreciatingly for his acceptance of her desires, and on the other end by the loyal family retriever, who could fill every crevice and make her feel physical pleasure beyond anything she’s ever known. 

Her body rocked back and forth between the two of them, giving them each all she could. She could feel another climax coming, and she moaned around her husband’s cock, the vibrations making him groan with pleasure.

Rocky’s knot finally shrank and he dismounted, cum spilling out of her. Mark wasted no time. He flipped her onto her back, sliding his wet cock into her stretched pussy right there on the living room floor. 

“Oh, Mark,” Sarah said, running her fingers through his hair as he began to pump his cock into her. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Mark said before leaning forward to give her a kiss while still thrusting himself into her. 

“You’re so creamy,” he noticed as his cock slid in and out of her. “He must really turn you on, baby.”

Sarah was red with embarrassment, but it didn’t matter anymore. Her husband already knew and he approved. 

“Rocky, come here boy,” Mark called out. 

Rocky came waddling over, eagerly waiting to join in somehow. 

“Come here boy, lick her right here,” he said, leading Rocky to Sarah’s clit as he fucked her missionary. 

Sarah barely managed to hang on, the feeling of Rocky licking her clit while Mark fucked her deep was too intense.  Her pussy began to tighten as she cried out once more. 

“Mark…don’t stop….I’m gonna cum...” Sarah panted out of breath.

Mark focused his attention on her face, as she writhed with pleasure. Her mouth opening more with each thrust, climbing closer and closer to her climax. 

“Oh fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum too!” he said as he felt his orgasm beginning to build. 

“I’m coming! OOOOOH!” Sarah’s face contorted and she turned her face onto the carpet with her eyes shut as her body shook from the intensity. Rocky continued licking her clit roughly as Mark’s cock swelled up inside her, grazing her G-spot and ready to shoot. 

Just as he was about to explode, Mark pulled out and knelt over her face. Sarah was still in a daze from her orgasm and her eyes were closed as Mark began to unleash streams of cum all over her face. She reached up through her daze and tugged on his balls as he shot his cum onto her. 

Her face was a mess by the time he was done. Sarah picked her head up and sucked Mark clean, his cum covering her face. Rocky, not to be left out, came over to aid Sarah with satisfying his master. He too licked Mark’s cock clean. Mark shuddered from the heightened sensitivity of both tongues running up and down his shaft, his wife squeezing his balls empty and sucking out every last drop. 

When he was fully empty, Sarah sat back and ran her tongue around her lips, tasting whatever she could. Rocky came and began to lick her face, seemingly enjoying the taste of Mark’s cum and aiding in the cleanup.

“Come here, Rocky,” Mark called out. 

He held his flaccid dick to the dog’s mouth. Rocky smelled it for a second, then began licking it again. 

Mark looked over at his wife, who was sitting up and watching. “He really likes it,” he said, astonished by how good his dog’s tongue felt around the head of his cock. 

“Baby, that’s really hot,” she said as she watched her two boys enjoy each other. 

“It does feel good,” Mark said, looking down at Rocky’s continuous slurping.

“Come here, boy,” he began to pet Rocky’s head and then took a gentle hold of it, pushing his cock deep into his mouth. Rocky gagged and pulled away, but quickly returned for more. 

“Shh, come here,” Mark again grabbed Rocky by the head and began to face fuck him. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

The feeling got his cock rock hard again and he was balls deep in Rocky’s mouth. Again, Rocky gagged and pulled away, licked his lips a bit and then approached for more. 

Sarah sat back and watched. She had spent the better part of the hour being spit-roasted by her husband and dog that she was happy to be a spectator for a bit. Although, the scene was unbelievably hot to her, and she began to unconsciously touch herself again.

“Oh my god honey, I think he likes it as much as I do,” she exclaimed.

“Good boy,” Mark patted his head as he licked all around his cock, leaving it a slick mess. 

Mark caught sight of the clock on the mantel and saw that an hour had passed since he arrived home.

“Shit! I need to get back to work!”

He had lost track of time and now, more than ever, he didn’t want to leave. 

“Sarah, I gotta go!” he said, grabbing his pants and running around frantically with his erect dick bouncing every which way. 

“We’ll miss you,” she said as she watched him fumble for his things. 

Rocky sat in the same spot, looking at his master run around with curious eyes. Mark met his glance and couldn’t help himself.

“One more for the road,” he said, and he walked up to Rocky whose tail began to immediately wag in anticipation. He grabbed his face again and pushed his cock into his mouth, grazing his teeth as he pushed deep into his throat. 

“Me too!” Sarah cried out, watching.

Mark pulled his cock out of Rocky’s mouth leaving the dog wanting more and approached his naked blonde wife, who opened her mouth wide obediently. 

“You want some too, baby?” he said, teasingly.

“Yes, daddy, please fuck my face,” she begged.

Mark grabbed a hold of her hair and fucked her face hard and fast. Sarah gagged and saliva ran down her chin. Mark didn’t let up until her face turned blue from lack of oxygen.

“Okay, okay, I really have to go now,” he said, pulling his cock out of her throat as she gasped for air.

“Thank you, daddy,” Sarah said, grateful for the throat fucking she just received.

Mark was about to head out the door when he stopped and turned to his wife.

“Sarah…”

“Yes, dear,” she answered.

“We need to do this again. Soon. And this time, I want to be included,” he said, his voice stern.

“Okay, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she said, apologetically. 

“It’s okay. I’m honestly just excited to do this again with you guys. I never thought I’d like it this much, but that was exciting,” Mark admitted.

“I know exactly what you mean.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, love.”

As Sarah watched Mark hurry out the door, she felt a wave of relief and renewed excitement wash over her. The secret she’d guarded so fiercely was out, but instead of ending her excursions, it came with the promise of more. She glanced down at Rocky, his fur all tousled from their encounter, his tail thumping against the hardwood floor.

“You’re not off the hook yet, boy,” she said. Sarah’s body ached, her pussy was still tender, but the craving hadn’t fully subsided. With the house empty again, and hours before the kids returned from school, she felt a familiar pull.

She sank back onto the couch, spreading her legs invitingly. 

“Come here, Rocky. Let’s celebrate our new family secret.”

The dog padded over eagerly, his nose twitching as he took in her scent. His tongue darted out and began slurping the remnants of the day’s earlier adventures. Each stroke sent shivers through Sarah. She moaned, as her fingers threaded into his fur. 

“That’s it…clean me up good.”

Sarah’s mind raced as Rocky teased her clit with relentless enthusiasm. No more hiding, no more secret guilty moments. Now, she could openly indulge with Mark, exploring more together. She thought of Rocky deep throating her husband as he did before and she began to squeeze her breasts and readjust her hips to give Rocky a better angle. Her imagination began to run to other scenarios – the thought of her husband knotted, or sharing the dog’s cock in tandem. 

Her orgasm built quickly, a wave of intense euphoria once again crashed over her.

“Yes, Rocky! Fuck, yes!”

She pulled him closer, riding his face until she trembled with aftershocks.

“You’re such a good boy!” she said, hugging and kissing him before getting dressed and starting her errands. 

“Don’t worry Rocky, we can still have our one-on-one sessions, can’t we?” she said, caressing him. “We just have to include daddy once in a while, that’s all. You don’t mind do you? No, you don’t, you’re a good boy! Who’s a good boy!”

Rocky happily licked her face, satisfied that his owners were both in good moods and seemed to appreciate his efforts. He’d continue to be obedient to his masters’ orders. Nothing made him happier than to keep them happy and satisfied. Who knew that a simple golden retriever could unravel – and rebuild – a marriage? The adventure was far from over.

Chapter 1: Link
Interlude 1: Link

Summary: Jen, reeling from her first shoot, goes to the studio for support, and finds herself meeting her personal hero, YouTuber and activist Sarah Thompson, and observing her shoot with Finn. Sarah gets her first real glimpse that her public advocacy has consequences she never accounted for.

CHAPTER:

The TV droned in the background, low and steady, as Jen stared at the microwave. It was counting down on the leftovers from last night - pasta, her go-to comfort food. She looked at her phone to check for notifications and saw she’d already swiped all of them away. Pursing her lips, she looked back at the microwave timer, as it counted down to zero. As it did and the microwave started to beep, her phone vibrated, startling her slightly. She looked down; it was a text message from Carla.

“Got a few minutes to chat?” Jen stared at the text for a moment before she pulled the food out and set it on the counter. She paused, debating on if she wanted to do it and reached out for her phone to lock it before sighing, and called Carla who answered almost immediately, “Hey Carla, it’s… it’s Jen. Is something wrong?”

Carla replied, “Hey Jen. No no, everything’s good. I wanted to check in on you. I just read the report from the doctors. Titus said everything’s good. But Elena recommended an extended break and another therapy session before the next shoot and I was a bit worried.”

Jen sighed as she picked up her food and wandered over to the dining table. “Yeah, it kinda got to me. I mean, I know what I signed up for. But after sleeping on it, and you know after that high came down, the crash hit me. Kinda hard.” Jen paused, unsure if she wanted to continue talking.

“You can talk to me. I started this studio for a reason, Jen,” Carla said quietly. “We spoke about it the first day we met.”

“Yeah.”

“I stand by what I said that day. What you decide at the end of the day is what I will back, no question asked.” Carla paused for a moment before continuing, “As long as you promise me that you’re actually going to talk and not bottle things up, okay?”

Jen chuckled, “Am I that easy of a read?”

“No,” Carla replied, “I just… I know people. I’ve seen it before. I’ve been running this place for over five years, Jen. It’s taught me a lot. It’s hard on people. We filter out the bad ones, sure, but for the good ones like you? It hits the hardest.”

“Even if I fucked a dog on camera?”

There was a moment of silence — long enough that Jen wondered if she’d said something that Carla couldn’t wave away. Then: “Especially”

Jen stayed silent, looking at the food in front of her. She poked at it with the fork in her hand. It did not look appetizing. She sighed.

“Come on over to the studio. My afternoon is free. I’ll have to start prepping for a scene in a bit but once that’s done, I should be good to go for a while before the scene begins.” There was a pause for a moment and then Carla said, “Come now, okay? I’m not saying you should come in the afternoon.”

“Okay. I will.”

~~~

It was an hour later when Jen knocked on the studio door. Maya opened and smiled widely when she saw Jen.

“Hey you.” Maya pulled her into a warm hug. “Good to see you. Come in, come in.”

Jen was a bit taken aback, but appreciated the hug, leaning into it for a moment longer. When she broke it, Jen met Maya’s eyes. “Thanks Maya.”

“Looks like you needed it.” Maya led her inside. “Carla just stepped out for a phone call. You came at the right time. We have a fair bit of time before the next scene starts. Want to wait in her room?”

Jen nodded wordlessly as she looked around at the studio. It felt familiar yet alien at the moment, with every cell in her body saying that she should be at home, alone, away from everyone. “Thanks Maya,” she said, repeating herself.

Maya stopped and looked at Jen. “Hey, I know where you’re at and I’m… I’m just glad you’re here.”

“What? Why?”

Maya paused, as if she was weighing the words in her mind before she spoke, “I think I know what you’re going through. And the one thing you need to do right now is be around people. Better if you’re around people who understand, sure, but definitely better to be around people than be alone. Which I’m assuming is what you were planning on doing.”

Jen opened her mouth, as if to counter and sighed, “Yeah, you caught me. I wanted to go back. It just feels a bit weird being back. It feels familiar but also unfamiliar.”

“I don’t want to name that in case that it triggers you more.” Maya gestured forward, “You need to talk to Carla since she has helped people before. Even if she can’t, she’ll make sure someone can and will.”

Jen nodded.

As the two walked, they ran into Katie and another person, a blonde woman. Katie smiled and hugged Jen, “Hey you! Glad you’re here! This,” she gestured towards the other person, “is Annalena.” She looked at Annalena, “This is Jen, our newest performer.”

Jen smiled slightly and offered her hand. Annalena shook it brightly, leaning in for a quick cheek kiss. “It’s a pleasure, Jen,” she said. Her accent was distinct. “I’m half German, yes,” she added with a smile.

Jen nodded. “I actually placed it. My cousin is half-German too, but she was raised in America. But I’ve met enough of her family before that I could guess,” she said, smiling. “You know, someone online once told me my accent sounded German when I spoke some words. Turns out I say the word ‘food’ specifically in a German accent. And I don’t know why!”

Annalena laughed. “You do,” she said. “It’s very distinct. Also, I love your cardigan. It’s cute!”

Maya leaned in. “I made her get it when I took her out shopping one day.”

“She did,” Jen agreed, “I would have completely missed it. I wasn’t looking for anything at all.”

As Maya tried to talk, Katie interrupted. “How come I wasn’t there?”

Maya sighed, “It was during the orientation, Kats. You had to deal with the other interviewees. I didn’t want to disturb you.” She paused, “Tell you what, we can go next weekend, okay?”

Katie narrowed her eyes. “I’ll hold you to that, Maya.” She then turned to Jen, “What are you doing here Jen? Just wanted to drop by?”

She shook her head. “Sort of, but I wanted to drop in to talk to Carla.”

“Oh! Then we won’t keep you. Anna was leaving anyway. She came to pick up her recording equipment.” Katie leant in conspiratorially, “I’d stolen it to record a song and she needs it back for her friend’s marriage.”

Annalena chuckled but nodded, “Yes, you should go see Carla. We can always catch up Jen. It was good to see you.”

“Good to see you two,” Jen replied.

As the two left, Maya called out Katie, “We’re still doing lunch together Kats. I finally cooked Pho.” Katie whooped in glee and spun around to give Maya a big grin before continuing to walk away.

Maya smiled and gestured her to follow along and within moments, Jen stood inside of Carla’s director room, the same one she sat in a few days ago, reviewing footage of herself. She pulled out her phone, and was annoyed at a lack of notifications to distract her and then shoved it back into her pockets. She debated if she wanted to leave and as she stood up, the door clicked and Carla walked in.

She smiled and hugged Jen without waiting and held it until Jen broke it. “I’m glad you’re here. Sit sit. Sorry I’m late. I had to deal with a few phone calls. Just some legal stuff. How are you doing?”

Jen sat down across Carla. “Better. Worse. It’s weird. Part of me wants to run out. Part of me wants to stay. And a final part of me thinks I’m overthinking it all.”

Carla nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I get that. I’ve had more than a few people who have felt the same way. It is a hard decision you’ve made and it’s harder because you have a good head on your shoulders. I meant what I said earlier, Jen. The fact that you’re considering stopping is good. It means you’re trusting yourself. It means that you have the right framework.”

“But I feel like shit.”

“Because that’s your brain punishing you for doing something it thinks is outside of its ethical framework.”

“That’s what Voss said.”

Carla leaned back. “She probably said it better and had more to say.”

“Yeah,” Jen replied. “She had more.”

“She knows better, after all.” Carla paused, looking at Jen. “I’ll stand by you, Jen. Whatever you decide. Whenever you decide it. You want to stop now? You got it. You want it off the site? You got it. It’s your call. Always. Okay? I wanted to say it so that you heard it for real.”

Jen was silent as she processed it, looking at Carla, away and down, and then at Carla before she replied. “Thanks Carla. I guess I did want to hear that.”

“Good.” Carla stood up. “Let me get Sarah in. You should meet her. She’s nice.”

“Sarah?” Jen asked, confused before she blinked hard, “Sarah Thompson?”

“The same,” Carla said as she hit a button on her table to engage the PA system and spoke into it, “Hey Sarah, come to my room please?”

“Wait, Sarah’s the performer today?! Not Annalena?” Jen asked.

Carla frowned. “No, why would it be Anna? She was here to pick up her recording equipment. Sarah’s shooting her 12th scene. Should be out of prep now.”

“I didn’t… I thought… Oh God…”

As Carla looked at Jen curiously, there was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal Sarah Thompson. She was shorter than Jen with bright blue hair that gently framed her face. “Hey Carla,” she said, “You wanted to see me?” As she stepped in, she saw Jen and continued, “And you have company?”

Carla nodded, “Yeah, this is Jen, our newest.” She looked at Jen, “Jen, this is Sarah Thompson, one of our best.”

Sarah laughed, “I’m only ONE of your best? Harsh.” She looked at Jen and smiled, “Good to meet you Jen.”

Jen stood up and reached out to give Sarah and handshake that she returned. “I… I’m a bit surprised, I didn’t expect to run into you today,” Jen said.

Before Sarah could ask what she meant, Carla interjected, “I’ll go and get the last bit of documentation ready from Katie. You two can talk.”

Sarah nodded as she sat down on the couch and Jen sat beside her. Carla left the two alone and Sarah asked her now, “So… You didn’t expect to run into me today?”

Jen nodded, a bit red, “Yeah. Long story. I thought Annalena was performing today but I didn’t sort of process that she was just visiting. But yeah, I’m a bit of a fan. Well… I am a fan. I follow you online.”

“Really?” Sarah asked, as she adjusted herself. “You like what I do?”

Jen replied, “Yeah! You have some wonderful video essays on global warming and I loved the most recent one you did on gaming and representation.”

Sarah leaned back, “Oh! You didn’t mean all of this. You meant the work I do outside of the studio.” She paused and laughed lightly, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s led with that, especially someone new. Most people talk to me about the work we do here, in the studio.”

“I can imagine. You’re like one of Carla’s biggest draws,” Jen said. “You and Annalena are like rockstars, in a way.”

“Really? That’s how you see me? A rockstar?” Sarah asked.

Jen paused, ruminative, looking down at her hands. “I mean, in a way. Carla’s studio does things differently, sure. But you’re outspoken about what you believe in, and I think you’re one of the few people in the whole studio, apart from Carla who talks about the non-consent of it all.”

“Hmmm,” Sarah said, “I’ve not had someone engage with that angle of mine. Well, I mean some have. But anyway. I assume you’ve seen the forums and the interviews. Why did it stick with you that much?” she asked.

“Well, it was kind of the last thing I needed to hear,” said Jen.

“What.”

Jen looked up at Sarah, “When I was debating on if I should I should join the studio, I looked at your work and stuff here.” She paused and turned slightly red, “Not your videos but like your essay on the site and the three videos. You did like two interviews and a Q&A with Carla. And I thought you had a very cogent idea.”

“Cogent? How?” Sarah asked evenly.

Jen paused and thought for a moment before responding, “You were able to hold the idea that this didn’t have a clean answer, about how the dogs couldn’t really understand and consent, but still perform. It was honestly kinda inspiring.”

Sarah shifted slightly in her place and looked at Jen closer. “You’re saying I opened the door for you?”

A shrug, “I don’t know. I think so. I mean I wanted to experience it. I have. I just… If you’d asked me a few days earlier, I would have been more excited about it, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

Jen said, “Well, it’s a long story and I don’t want to bore you.”

Sarah shook her head. “No, I have time. I think?” She looked at her watch. “I actually don’t know if I do. Carla hasn’t come back in which I’m assuming means that I’m not running late. Also, we fuck dogs as a hobby. This won’t be boring. Trust me.”

Jen still looked unsure, pursing her lips. “I guess. But I don’t want you getting into trouble on my account.”

Sarah chuckled, “You think I’m already not in trouble?”

Jen smiled and to her it finally felt a bit natural. “I mean, you’re only proving my point that you’re a rockstar.”

“Touché!” Sarah then asked, “Okay. Tell me what’s going on. It’s the drop, I’m assuming?”

Jen nodded. “I just feel shitty. I know it’s what is supposed to happen, especially since it’s my first time. I didn’t-”

“Wait, your first?” Sarah said, interrupting. “Sorry to interrupt you but I did hear that Carla was filming a first time mount. That was yours?” Jen nodded. Sarah sighed and leaned back in the couch, looking up at the ceiling. “When’s your next scene?” she asked.

“Voss delayed it by 3 weeks.”

“So, what, in 7 weeks?” Sarah asked. “Probably different dog too, I’m assuming?” Jen nodded. Sarah huffed and straightened herself to look at Jen. “I don’t know why Carla said yes to filming your first. I’m going to have a word with her.”

Jen shook her head, “No, I mean I wanted it to be filmed that way. It was what I wanted.”

“Did you?”

“I mean… I don’t know now, but I did want it.”

Sarah pursed her lips and at that moment, Carla peeked back in, “Hey you two. Sarah, we’re almost ready. You good to go?”

Sarah looked at Jen and looked back at Carla, “One mo’ and I’ll be out, Carla.” Carla nodded and closed the door after herself. Sarah turned back to Jen, “I hear you. I’ll come after the scene, if you’d like. Think about it, okay?”

She stood up and began walking to the door when Jen called out, “Hey Sarah, I… How do-…” Jen cut herself off, sighed and shook her head, “Never mind.”

Sarah stood at the doorway. “Are you sure?” she asked.

Jen nodded and Sarah left Jen sitting alone in the room. A few moments later, Jen sighed, feeling like she’d let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. She chuckled lightly, and stood up and stretched slightly.

There was a knock on the door and Carla peeked in again, “Hey Jen, feel free to stay here or wander around. It’s your call. I know Katie is free for a bit if you’d like to talk to her.”

“I… I’ll think about it. I don’t mind staying here,” Jen said.

Carla stepped inside and walked over to her desk and gestured for Jen to join her. “Here, I already had everything set up earlier. I thought I’d be here today and working on the shoot like I usually do but Chris had an interview today and I forgot he’d scheduled it. So I figured I’d be out there helping the crew.” She reached on the array of monitors on her desk and pressed the button and it turned on. “If you want to see Sarah’s shoot, you can watch it here. Okay?”

“Really?”

“You don’t HAVE to watch it but Sarah is something else when it comes to this. Think you’ve experienced some of it already, haven’t you?” Carla asked.

“Yeah,” Jen said, nodding, “she’s nice.”

“She’s very grounded. It’s why I wanted you to talk to her.” Carla paused and looked up at Jen. “If there’s anyone you need to talk to, it’s her. Yeah?” When Jen nodded again, Carla continued, “Good, now let me get out there. Sarah said something about yelling at me. I’ll also go and deal with that.”

Before Jen could respond, Carla was already walking out, leaving Jen alone again. She didn’t go to the console but resigned to sit back on the couch. She fished out her phone and was annoyed to see that she didn’t have any notifications that mattered, just one spam message asking her if she needed extended warranty for her car.

Jen looked at Carla’s desk again, debating. She fished out her wallet and pulled out what she was looking for, her tarot coin. It was a little silver piece with the wheel of fortune on one side and the universe on the other. She didn’t use it the way it was meant to be used however. She flipped it and while it was in the in the air, she said, “the universe”. It landed on the other side and Jen sighed. She knew what she actually wanted and she made her way back to the console.

The screens were all positioned with the angles you’d expect - low, close, intimate angles, all meant to capture all the details with as much fidelity as humanly possible. Carla had shown her what would be captured earlier and why. Jen had seen the angles before, it’s not like she hadn’t bought videos from Carla’s site herself, but something about seeing it in person had unsettled her; the gaze of it all.

Jen looked at the screen and saw Sarah and Maya chatting in the corner of the screen. Sarah was wearing a thin robe now, like the one she had worn the last time but the location was different and Jen realised that it was a different part of the studio. The rig and the platform was slightly altered, not completely the same but close enough. “Hmm. Right, this is probably what Carla meant when she said she’d be rotating the shoots throughout the studio,” Jen thought.

On another screen, Jen saw Carla talking to other members of the crew. She recognised them but with everyone moving about quickly to get the scene in place, she couldn’t really track them. Sarah then moved to the platform and disrobed, and stared at it. Jen’s breath caught. “She’s beautiful,” she said aloud and almost immediately clapped her hand over her mouth, turning red again. Jen spun around on the chair and looked at the wall straight for a few moments before turning back.

The headphone had been leaking audio from the set and Jen reached for it and held it up to her ear. She could hear the audio equipment pick up everything, not just the audio from the scene but also from the crew. Jen then donned the headphones and she could hear Carla’s instructions clearly and Mark speaking to the dog, in low gentle tones. Moments later, the dog appeared on screen - Finn, the Rottweiler.

Jen remembered Finn. He was sweet and playful, almost always ready to play fetch and adored getting scratches. Sarah didn’t look at Finn and got into position in the platform.

Mark instructed Finn. “Stay,” he said and he moved closer to Sarah and he asked the same question he’d asked Jen a few days ago, “Miss Thompson, do I have your consent?” Jen’s breath quickened and she removed the headphones and quickly pushed herself away from the console. Standing up, she walked away and almost got to the door when she paused, her hand on the door. “But… How…” she mumbled. Her hand wavered for a second before she turned back to the console, resolute.

By the time she was back at the desk, wearing the headphones, Mark was applying the musk to Sarah and then he held it under Finn’s nose to start the shoot and Finn reacted almost immediately and headed straight for the ‘source’ of the smell, Sarah.

Finn licked at Sarah’s pussy, snuffling at it. Jen could his wide tongue licking her. It only lasted a few moments before Finn reared up and tried to mount Sarah. His hips swung, trying to connect with Sarah and he missed and dismounted. Without waiting for Mark, he mounted her again and this time he connected quickly, his cock finding Sarah within a few jabs.

His thrusts changed from wide and searching to quick, and powerful. The console showed it all: Sarah’s face at the moment his cock connected, her body moving in tandem with his thrusts, a close-up of the “glory” shot angled at her pussy, and a wide shot of the scene that to Jen somehow felt even more erotic than the close-up.

Sarah’s gasps filled Jen’s ears and she heard him say “Good boy” and a thrill went down Jen’s body. Sarah’s face was perfectly poised, her cheeks red, her mouth slightly open as she panted at the exertion. Her expression was focused still, in control. And yet, she spoke to Finn.

Jen was mesmerized. The action was quick. Finn’s jackhammer thrusts lasted under a minute as Sarah winced. Jen knew his knot had slipped inside her and she checked that angle and it had. This thrusts grew shorter as he tried his best to seat his knot inside Sarah’s pussy. Jen’s face flushed as she realised this was what she experienced herself. She looked back at Sarah’s face and the contrast was stark.

Jen had come undone, whiting out almost but Sarah? She was focused, just like she’d written about it on her blog. Sure, she’d already seen Sarah’s movies but to see it happen in real time felt visceral.

Sarah’s writing echoed in her mind. “A dog is working on instinct, pure biology. Sure, I know what I’m getting into and my body is going to respond and be reactive. I just maintain composure.” Jen’s eyes wandered over Sarah’s body, taking it in. She saw the scratches that Finn had left on Sarah’s arms, and torso, how her body moved with Finn’s thrusts. Jen shifted in her chair, a little uncomfortable. She looked away for a moment before looking back, realising that for the first time in a long time, she found someone attractive, “that” way. And of course, it had to be her.

And then Finn’s hips stilled. He had knotted her. Sarah’s face dropped at the same moment, panting. Jen bit her lip, continuing to watch as it dawned on her that Finn was ejaculating in her now. Her skin pricked slightly, in arousal, and at that moment Sarah whispered, “Good boy” to Finn again with him wagging his tail at her voice.

A few moments later, Finn moved, almost as if he was trying to dismount and Mark quickly moved in. He was trying to turn and Mark helped him and the two were now butt to butt.

“I want that,” Jen whispered. “I want Ranger to turn just like that.”

The knot lasted well over 15 minutes and Sarah had not touched herself in all that time, letting her body work on its own with Finn. Jen thought so at least. As the knot deflated, Finn tugged at their connection, eliciting some gasps and moans out of Sarah before the final pop-out where his thickness emerged. That thin burst of watery cum followed, and Sarah’s pussy pulsed, searching for the stretch that held her open. Sarah sighed in content and she slowly dismounted from the rig.

Another flow of thin cum flowed out of her pussy, down her thighs. Sarah looked around and saw Finn standing there, panting, happy, unbothered. She leaned down and laid a kiss on his head, leaving a big red smudge.

Carla then called out, “Cut.”

In the director’s room, Jen stared as Sarah stood up, seemingly unbothered, in control. It felt masterful. It also felt visceral. The audio and the feed from the few cameras cut, and Jen heard her own breathing. It was deafening.

~~~

Sarah stood up and looked at Carla. She felt the trickle of fluid run down her thighs and grumbled internally. She felt used. Finn had a penchant for making her feel that way. Carla felt her gaze and looked at Sarah, opening her mouth to talk but Sarah beat her to it. “All good?” Sarah asked.

Carla nodded, “Yep. Good angles, great scene as usual.” She looked around and nodded at Mark who was taking Finn away and then looked back at Sarah, “Shower?” she asked.

“Yeah, heading there now.” Sarah took the paper towels and wet wipes from Maya graciously and wiped herself down a bit before looking back at Maya. “Do me a favor, just ask Jen to stay, yeah?”

Maya nodded. “Need company?” she asked. Sarah shook her head and started walking to the the locker room and showers, on the far side of the studio. She wanted to be alone, away from everyone. And the showers would let her. As she walked to the lockers, unrobed and naked, the cold maintained air did nothing to ease the knot in her stomach. Her mind wandered back to Jen and what she’d said. Even during the scene it had been replaying in her head. She needed to talk to her.

The lockers were quiet with the only sound being Sarah’s footsteps as she walked around, looking for her backpack. Once she got it, she walked to the shower and got in, turning it on and let the hot water cascade over her body. Sarah sighed and let her body relax. She was alone, finally. No camera, no unwanted eyes, no one or nothing that could judge. The hot water helped hide what she didn’t want to face.

When she was done, Sarah stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her body. She was a little wet still and worked on drying her hair and winced slightly as she got to her hands. Her phone had an unread message - one from Maya. “Jen said she’d stay around, only if you’d like to talk to her. I said I’ll keep her posted. If you don’t want to talk to her right now, just text me back.”

Sarah deliberated for a moment but the decision was quick. She shook her head and typed her response, “Nah, you’re good. I’ll talk to her. I’ll ping you when I’m done so that we can carpool back.” She tossed her phone into her backpack and started walking to the director’s room. Maya was still around near the filming area and perked up when she saw Sarah.

“Hey you,” she said.

“Hey, just… just going to go and talk to Jen.”

Maya nodded and tilted her head slightly. “Got soap in your eye?” she asked. “Eyes are pretty red.”

Sarah nodded, agreeing quickly, “Yeah yeah, shampoo actually. Still burns.”

“I feel that,” Maya replied. “I’ll be out in the parking lot, okay? Let me know when you’re done.”

Sarah nodded and walked to the room. Before she opened it, she took a deep breath and steadied herself before opening it. Jen was sitting there, a pensive look on her face that broke into a small smile.

“Hey hi, thanks for coming back,” she said.

Sarah nodded, and tossed her backpack to the side before sitting down and looking at Jen. “I mean, I did tell you I’d be back, didn’t I? I’m like Arnie that way.”

Jen chuckled lightly. “I guess I was worried I was coming off like a parasocial fan.”

“That’s what you were worried about?” Sarah asked, a bit incredulous. Jen nodded and Sarah sighed and leaned back, “Girl, you complimented on my videos, sure but I made you talk and explain and promise that I’d be back. If anything you’ve not been social enough.”

“I mean, I kinda look up to you. You do stuff that I know I can’t do.”

Sarah shrugged, “You do stuff that I can’t even dream of. Trust me, you can do what I do. I can’t do what you do.”

Jen smiled wryly, “Is this the self-deprecation olympics?”

Sarah froze for a second and burst out laughing. “Oh my God, stop. See! If you were just a parasocial fan, you wouldn’t be calling me out.” She looked at Jen. “You’re okay. Now, tell me, how can I help? And not in the way where I can tell you “You’ll figure it out”. I know on good insight that you’d find it annoying.”

Jen rolled her eyes. “Fucking God yes. I’ve heard that all my life.”

Sarah looked at Jen and spoke gently, “Look Jen. You’ve got us, okay? You’ve got me. I’ll help however I can. Even if it means yelling at Carla for stupid shit, okay? I just need you to promise me something.”

Jen asked, “What?”

“Whatever you decide,” Sarah said, “make sure you take your time with it, okay?”

Jen nodded.

Sarah felt her hands start to tremble slightly and she tried to cover it up surreptitiously. She bit back the pain and looked back at Jen. She needed to leave. The witty, composed routine was taking all that she had left and she couldn’t crash now. She forced a grin on her face and continued, “Okay. Good. I’ll get going now. I don’t want to keep Maya waiting. I promised I’ll drop her off at the mechanic’s after I’m done.”

“Oh! I hope I didn’t make—”

Sarah sighed theatrically. “No, no you didn’t make the delay worse. Stoppit now, okay?” Jen smiled at that and for the first time, Sarah thought it felt real. “Good. I’ll see you around.”

As Sarah walked away, Jen stood up herself. Sarah paused at the door and turned around, “Hey, did you ever—, is the—” She stopped and shook her head, “Nah, it can wait.” She paused again and looked at Jen now. “Think I can get your phone number?”

Interlude 2: Link

Purely fictional - all fictional characters and animals are 18+ and this is all purely fictional

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Maggie spends most Friday nights at one of the scores of bars that dot Reeperbahn. Just a short walk from her neat flat near the Norwegian Seamen’s Church. The young Brit was spending a semester here in Hamburg, researching horizontal gene transmission at the University lab a few miles north of the Elbe. Her first time abroad, she had come to adore the city and her little life and routine. It was her first time abroad and in a new country full of art, hope (Sheffield always felt so dour) and beautiful strangers she could breathe for the first time in 24 years.

It did get lonely, at times. Maggie could read and write German well enough (Indeed her mother was from Potsdam) but she’d lost her hearing to a concussion when she was a toddler. She had made a few friends but it was hard to have a meaningful conversation. She had brought Elmo - her hearing dog - with her and although he wasn’t much for a chat, having a familiar presence went a long way towards helping her feel less alone.

The dating market was interesting - Maggie liked tall, trim, well turned out middle-aged men (the business district was full of them) but as she explored the city (especially its incredibly liberal nightclubs) she sampled a little of everything. Students from all over the planet, stewardesses and sailors who were just passing through, even Elke, an AMAB sex worker whose pickup line came in american sign language and who she still sometimes bought molly from when she wanted to forget about work.

Maggie works late most Fridays looking through a microscope at specimens or running the stats on the week’s experiments so that she can spend the weekend having fun instead of worrying about her 11 am Zoom call with her PhD advisor back in London. It was 9pm when she finally left the building today, bundled up against the October chill. It was a pleasant walk back to her apartment through streets and parks, past couples walking hand in hand and happy families. She decided to phone home and passed on having a night out. Elmo started to pull her in the direction of the U-bahn they usually rode but she yanked the border collie past, trying to remember whether it was yesterday or today that her mother had to pull a long shift at the hospital.

Fast forward to Maggie at her kitchen table with a bottle of Cabaret Sauvignon looking at FaceTime, sighing as she confirmed her suspicion that her mother would only be home the following morning. She took the wine with her to the living room to watch rom coms from the 90s. Elmo pattered in behind her and flopped down on the couch. At least they had each other for company. Maggie took off her fluffy slippers (the living room had wooden floors unlike the frigid tiles in the rest of her house) and took some layers off as she settled into the warmer, weakly lit space. Her sweater she folded neatly onto a chair, beside her knit PJs and beanie. She tiptoed to the couch in her boxer shorts and crop top, sliding under the comforter and playing something with Drew Barrymore in it. Elmo drew in closer and snuggled in under the sheets and she absently stroked him as she watched the movie.

About a half hour in, Maggie hit pause to give her eyes a rest and take a look out the window at the festivities below. It was almost 10 but the street still seemed lively. She closed the sound proof window and walked back to Elmo who had moved from the couch to the floor, busily licking his penis which was now erect. He looked up at her with what looked like a smile (but a Biologist knows better) and wagging tongue. She got down on her haunches to stroke his head as she played with her phone and then set it down on the floor. She looked him in the eye with a smile “What are you doing, huh? Don’t you know that’ll turn you blind?” and continued to stroke his ears and face with both hands.

Elmo had the white fur with black splotches characteristic of his type. A little smaller than your usual border collie, he was generally sweet tempered if energetic and over the 4 years that Maggie had had him for, she’d grown very fond of him. Over the years she’d come to acknowledge the fact that there was an intelligent, sensitive mind behind those bright eyes. It’s one thing to read about animal intelligence and quite another to take one for a friend and right now, Elmo was probably the closest friend she had for miles. He was eager to play and Maggie played along, watching his antics as he bobbed and weaved around the room as if to play tag. She laughed and plopped down on the floor and this prompted him to amble over to lick her face and snuffle her hair. She stroked his silky soft fur and felt his warm, decidedly muscular body under it. She ran her hands over her beautiful boy and he curled around her as he walked past as if hugging her in turn.

Back in London she had fooled around with Elmo a little - it was the height of covid and they were both quite keen. Elmo made his interest apparent by trying to hump her hand on a few occasions and she didn’t mind helping him have a little fun. He sniffed at her (and she let him, mostly to see where things were going) and seemed to quickly figure out that since she had the same parts as females of his own kind, he ought to lavish similar attention on her now rather aroused genitals. Maggie thought about it and decided that it was no different than two animals playing a game together and crossing her fingers and hoping he had nothing she could catch, she took her clothes off to give him better access. Two years and several sessions of mutual masturbation together, she and Elmo had another game they played together in private.

Seeing his red penis bob between his legs as he walked past her, Maggie smiled and pulled her top off. She didn’t want to more laundry than she needed to. She called him over and let him lick her face and mouth and then bent down between his legs to take his penis into her mouth. Elmo immediately remembered the game and started to hump her mouth, panting away with glee.

She held her jaws apart with her teeth carefully tucked behind her lips. His warm, smooth penis slipped into her mouth into the large, moist space she held open, just barely, occasionally, grazing the top of her tongue. He kept at it for a few frantic seconds, panting loudly with his front paws skittering on the floor. All along a salty warm stream of pre-cum oozed onto Maggie’s tongue and covered the inside of her mouth until suddenly Elmo slipped out and dripped on the floor. He excitedly ran to the corner of the room, leaving Maggie with a nostril full of eau de wet dog mixed with musk.

Elmo panted still, his tail wagging in an erratic horizontal arc, his hips tight and his red penis almost painfully engorged. Maggie walked into the kitchen and rinsed the salty, slimy cum out of her mouth at the sink before filling a coffee mug with water and drinking it down in three huge sips.

Walking back through the little hall, she stopped at the mirror and switched on the light to inspect dark rings under her eyes before standing in Hasthasana and closing her eyes for a second, acknowledging the damage a week at a workstation in a frigid lab can do to your body. She opened her eyes and looked at her tired face and sighed. She sat on the tiny stool and watching the shadows on her face in the mirror, she slid her hand under her boxers and started to absently play with herself as thoughts of work and schedules passed from her thought. Her boxers found their way onto the floor by the foot of the stool. She leaned her head back and started to enjoy herself, feeling her humanity partially restored.

Elmo padded into the hall to see what she was up to and found his mistress two fingers deep in herself with her legs splayed open and didn’t need an invitation to put his tongue into her vagina, startling Maggie who opened her eyes and beamed at him, opening her legs wider and moving forward on the stool to give him better access. She closed her eyes and let him take over. She loved receiving head and Elmo’s warm, thin tongue felt like velvet as he lapped at her, sometimes slowly, sometimes darting deep inside her. She used one hand to squeeze her nipple, playing with the little silver stud she had in it that gleamed golden in the hallway light and rubbed her clit. All the while watching the girl in the mirror, her pale skin and brown hair bathed in yellow light, her cold toes wrapped around the legs of her stool. She angled her head back and opened her mouth just a little until she was satisfied with how vulgar she looked. After a little deliberation, she decided the walnut wood coffee table in the TV room was just the place to fuck and in 4 quick steps she was sitting astride it, rocking it to test stability.

Actual intercourse was a new trick they had only started trying over the past six months. They had had limited success and mostly she would need to masturbate to climax but Maggie had started to appreciate that compared to their usual mutual masturbation and oral activities P in V sex was somehow special - while the usual game was mostly a functional, fun activity they did together, sex was far more intimate.

They didn’t do it very often - logistics were a major issue so she needed to carve out a few undisturbed hours - but it was also difficult to deal with emotionally. Elmo would go from obedient to pushy and aggressive at exactly the time that she was at her most vulnerable. She was quite sure she could keep him in check but it turned her skin cold every time she submitted to him because she wasn’t a naturally submissive person. Consequently, she mostly saved it but sometimes things just came together and they went all the way.

Perhaps she felt especially connected to him - such as that day last month when they were stranded in the rain in Munich and when they reached the hotel room - shivering and wet - they climbed into the warm bed and fucked for maybe two minutes until Elmo, exhausted, fell asleep between her legs. Perhaps she was acknowledging their affection for each other - such as that warm evening in June when, after she picked Elmo up from a friend’s flat after a week of conference travel and he practically did somersaults to see her again, she realised she had missed him just as much. They had spent that evening on the couch fondling and making out until it was all too much for Maggie and she straddled him (keeping her weight off him, of course) and fucked him until she came, leaving him perplexed and wet. It wasn’t always that emotional, of course - there was that one time he had to be dragged off a poodle at the park and Maggie took him home, hiked her dress up and bent over this very table, her giggles turning to moans as he fucked her. He was very domineering that day and Maggie was uncharacteristically turned on by the unrestrained ragging he doled out. She gave in completely, and that was their first and only knot.

Usually, though, it played out more like this evening. They were both horny and Maggie felt a little lonely and it would be nice to make love instead of just make out.

Maggie sat down on the low table, her legs spread out again as she rested her weight on her elbows and parted her legs slightly.

After a good 15 minutes of prolonged arousal her body felt like a sticky, warm mess and her head felt muddled. Every non sexual thought went down a laundry chute somewhere as her ears started to burn and her nose grew cold. She had worked herself up to the precipice of an orgasm and stopped touching herself, saving the climax for when Elmo was inside her.

She smiled broadly at him and it felt like standing on the edge of a diving board with one leg in the air, waiting to give herself to gravity and the splash at the end.

Elmo did another lap of the room and just looking at him - panting hard, eyes, wild, tail - Maggie knew his heart was racing too. And then there was the matter of the ruby red tip peeking past the furry black sheath of his penis.

These were probably her last moments of control and she savoured them. “Calm down, love” she thought, waiting for him to come around to her. He snuffled her hair and face and walked past the length of her body (like someone at a buffet, Maggie thought to herself) before settling at her feet.

Maggie raised one foot to his snout and stroked his face with her toe and Elmo licked it in turn. They spent a second there, Elmo’s warm tongue wrapped around her toes and Maggie squeezing her unpierced nipple, biting her lip, wanting to prolong foreplay - until she decided to stop torturing him. Reaching her foot over his shoulder she gently pulled him in. As Elmo’s tongue found her pussy’s familiar folds, Maggie pulled her legs apart and out of the way before reaching under his shoulders and encouraging him to climb on and relieve them both.

Elmo put his forelimbs around her waist and as his head settled on Maggie’s chest - blushing and warm. Her hand gently guided the tip of his leaking penis to the mouth of her eager vagina.

In a flash, he pushed into her and his body convulsed out three scraping, piercing strokes as their bodies found alignment. Much more erratic than usual, Maggie reconsidered for a millisecond - “Slow down, please” she thought - before he found his usual quick but steady stride, breathing hard, his breed’s endurance on display. His 5-inch penis glided inside her vagina, swimming in the generous lubrication of a healthy pair of genitals. Maggie took her hands off the wheel and submitted to the assertive, steady fuck that Elmo doled out. Besides the odd poke from his claws on her waist and legs - that the northern girl easily took in her stride - it was pure pleasure that washed over her. She closed her eyes and stroked the length of Elmo’s quaking body, feeling his hot breath on her neck while his black and white fur mopped up the sweat that streamed out of her. After two minutes, she felt an orgasm and then another.

Elmo kept fucking and she hoped he would cum but he tired and overheated, slumping onto her body, panting hard. “Poor baby” she thought, stroking his head and the length of his small, tired body. They stayed there for a minute, Elmo still inside her, the two of them a sticky, cooling mess on the varnished table. Eventually he slid out and padded away, leaving Maggie to catch her breath on the table, covered in cum and dog hair, her skin greasy.

Now on the table, naked in the lamp light, Maggie exited subspace and searched for the familiar feelings of shame that gnawed at her after sex but pleasantly found none. Sitting up with that thought she saw Elmo back on the couch, cleaning his penis, still erect. Thankfully the covers were due for a cycle anyways. She sat on her haunches in front of him and licked along its length, their tongues touching on both sides of it and Elmo happily kissed her mouth. She kissed the tip and then kissed Elmo’s forehead before leaving him to finish up while she got the mop.

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Duke tugged me by the leash all the way back through the backyard, leaving me both barely able to keep up with him and still trying to comprehend what Chris had just made official, calling me ‘Duke’s bitch’…

It felt like it should be degrading, but there was a small sensation in the back of my mind that… wasn’t too opposed to it…

But then he kept mentioning this VR training he had in mind; whatever that was going to be, it started to sit on my mind.

I was kept from my thoughts, though, as Duke finally arrived with me at his doghouse. For the moment, I had to put my mental recovery on pause. He pulled me to the center of the doghouse, forcing a whine through my lips that was muffled by his red ball. He dropped my leash from his mouth, and I watched it fall to the ground.

I had expected him to make some type of move or action, but instead, he sat tall in front of me and waited expectantly. It was like some kind of test. I knew he was waiting for me to do something—I just didn’t know what.

Seemingly unsatisfied with my inaction, He barked while stepping a paw forward, scaring me and sending a nervous tremor through my body.

Luckily, he helped me out, nudging his head toward the ground and signaling what he wanted. It was then I understood, and without any words, making sure to show my submission, I carefully and slowly lowered to the ground in front of him until I was on my stomach. I made sure to arch my back the way he likes, keeping my head down as low as possible and my butt as high as I could get it.

Duke watched me carefully, pausing for a moment before finally stepping over to me. He sniffed at my rear end, occasionally nudging me and making sure I always knew of his presence. Then, as if making sure I knew how to obey him, he nudged against the side of my hip bone, which told me to flip over.

I acted without delay, rolling over until I was on my back, and completely helpless to whatever Duke wanted.

I still didn’t dare make eye contact with him, only lingering my vision towards the ceiling of the doghouse as Duke inspected my submission. He walked around me several times, sniffing at different parts of me until he was satisfied. Then, with a big yawn, he finally stepped over me lazily, the sight of his massive red dogcock and balls filling my vision and quickly settling onto my face as he lay on top of me to sleep.

The crushing weight of him on top of me was as restricting and dominating as it was a sleep aid. It was clear I could never overpower him; if he wanted me here, there was no moving. His warm cock shaft mashed against my nose, lips, and face, as his balls draped over my eyes and nose, forcing me to shut my eyes. His musk was strong but strangely good, filling every inhale as I tried to sleep with his powerful scent covering my face.

His legs rested aside my head, locking me into his crotch even tighter, as his body head rested down my torso and past my cage.

With nowhere to go, I drifted off to sleep for the night, secured safely under Duke.

~~~~~

9 Hours Later

~~~~~

I woke to the feeling of Duke’s balls peeling off my face, as he slowly stood up and stretched with a big yawn. He circled over me, bending down and licking my face, covering his ball in my mouth with a fresh slick of saliva and my lips.

But I wasn’t bothered now. I even leaned a bit back into it, happy to receive Duke’s affection. He was so big, scary, and intimidating most of the time, but the way he licked me was the complete opposite, like a softer, warm side of him. It was… flattering that he liked me enough to do that. Despite his scary appearance, it made me feel… good like I was special to him.

It didn’t last too long, though, as Duke quickly nudged my hip up until I was back on all fours, and without warning he scooped my leash back up in his mouth. I barely had time to adjust before I was tugged along with him outside, the bright morning light squinting my eyes.

We went on a brief walk around the field, Duke using the restroom and allowing me a chance to do the same. Once we were finished, he turned toward the house and pulled me along.

It was definitely good exercise, and by now I had all but become an expert at crawling on all fours. We made it to the doggy door, and quickly shuffled through until we made it to Duke’s water dish, where Duke rushed over and started drinking. I crawled after him, and realizing my thirst myself, my mouth parched seeing Duke take gulp after gulp.

I waited patiently for my turn, not wanting to upset him. Once he had finished drinking, there was only a tiny bit of water left, of which I was sure most of it was backwash and slobber left. But Duke sensed me behind him, and with a strong nudge, he pushed my head over to the water dish, encouraging me to drink like it was no big deal.

I lowered down, and slipped my tongue around his red ball to try and catch as much water as I could. It was awkward to say the least, and sure enough, it mostly tasted like his leftover slobber, but I drank what I could happily.

I was still thirsty and definitely hungry, which I was sure Duke must have been too. I was a bit impatient, but ultimately I was content to wait for Chris and Mary to bring us breakfast, and I certainly didn’t want to get in trouble going upstairs if we weren’t allowed. But the sudden yank of my collar being pulled by Duke, guiding me to the stairway, ruined any chance of that.

I whined lightly through Duke’s ball, hoping he would stop, afraid we’d get in trouble. But I never disobeyed him and made sure to follow close behind Duke as I was guided with my leash in his mouth. We started upstairs, and the familiar sound of Chris and Mary’s voice echoed from not far away. Along with it came the smell of what had to be breakfast.

The voices got louder as we crested the top of the stairs, and Duke guided me along to the kitchen with a bit of speed. We turned the corner to the kitchen, and sure enough, Chris and Mary were here, although something was different.

“Duke! There’s my boy!” Chris praised, wearing just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, stepping over from the kitchen island to Duke. Chris bent down and lightly petted Duke, and only peripherally glanced toward me like I wasn’t even there.

Chris looked down at him, undoubtedly seeing my leash firmly secured in Duke’s teeth. “Haha, and what’s this? Keeping your bitch on a short leash, I see. Good boy.”

Chris stood back up, moving back to the kitchen island. “I bet you’re hungry!” Chris said, continuing to pet Duke as he excitedly panted. “Don’t worry, buddy, Mary’s almost finished with your breakfast.”

I could tell Duke was excited to eat, if only because his panting was shaking my chain and collar.

“Yep! Almost done, Duke!” Mary said, in the back of the kitchen at the stove.

Duke stepped a bit to the side, tugging me just enough to see her.

She was obviously cooking, but what stood out now, and what I realized was different, clicked. It was like the maid uniforms I had worn before, but this one had been changed. Unlike the previous maid uniforms, this one exposed her shoulders, had no thigh-high socks, and the entire midriff section had been removed. Mary was standing with her whole smooth stomach on display, her skirt barely covering anything. From my angle, you could even see the faintest peak of her underwear, not to mention the curve of her butt was easily poking just out from below her skirt.

Her thigh-high socks were cut down to her ankles, showing the entire length of her legs to the open air.

“Ah, I think Duke’s bitch likes your new uniform, Mary,” Chris says, breaking my trance of staring at her.

Mary turned to face me, looking between Chris, Duke, and me before responding. “Oh, uh, well, isn’t that sweet!” Mary blushed, flattered.

“Chris tailored it just for me, with all my exact measurements.” Mary giggled, followed by a look between her and Chris.

Chris stepped over to Mary and placed both of his hands on the sides of her hips. “Well, with a body like yours, I had to make sure your uniform had a perfect fit, and it would be a crime not to show off that body.” He slid his hands up briefly around her waist, his palm holding firmly against her lower stomach, then back down, and I couldn’t see, but it looked like he even cupped her butt.

“So beautiful,” Chris commented again, taking a step back.

I could see Mary blush, her cheeks turning red as she tried to hide it. “i…t–thank you for the compliment, s-sir, I’m flattered.”

“No problem at all! Such a good maid, and a very pretty girl too; you deserve only the best praise.” Chris said, looking her whole body up and down.

Mary laughed nervously, like she was getting shy, and she twirled a finger around the hair near her ear. “i—t–thank you, s-sir, I try my hardest to be a good maid for you, especially after all you’ve done for us.”

“Good, girl,” Chris said with a smirk, and following his sight over to Mary, she seemed to melt over it, but didn’t say anything else.

As if on cue to the silence in the room now, Duke’s stomach growled, and Mary finished making breakfast. “Ahh, poor Duke, don’t worry, I’ve got it all ready now.” Mary stepped away from the stove, moving over to us with a bowl of warm food for Duke.

“Oh, awwww! Duke, that’s so sweeet…” Mary motioned to Duke’s mouth, holding my leash. She bent down, petting Duke and praising him.

Mary then looked over at me. “He’s so sweet keeping you so close! He just doesn’t want you out of his sight, does he? You two must really be getting along…” Mary said, drifting off deep into thought.

“Haha, you know Mary, maybe Duke might be on to something. Maybe I should get a leash for you too, Mary. You’ve been doing such a great job, I don’t want you outta my sight either.” Chris laughed, but Mary just shook her head. Although I could have sworn from my point of view that she was hiding the faintest blush.

“Don’t joke like that!” Mary tried to fight back, but it came out more cute than she probably meant. “Anyway… Come on, you two, you eat downstairs, remember?” Mary said, beginning to walk behind Duke and me as if leading us back to the playroom. But after a few steps, she turned back to Chris. “Wait, you got Ash’s meal right?”

Chris paused, giving Mary a stern look before she recognized her mistake and corrected it.

“Oh—s-sorry, I…i’m just not used to it yet— did you get Duke’s bitch’s meal?” Mary apologized and corrected awkwardly.

It took me by a bit of shock; even Mary was calling me that now.

“Good girl.” Satisfied she had called me that, Chris praised Mary, stepping over and patting her on the head gently, while his other hand steadied around her waist, snaking behind to her lower back and squeezing her closer to him. “And yes, I’ve got it right here. The other thing too.”

Chris stepped back, holding up a cup of white liquid, along with two vials whose labels were hard to read.

Something like:

E S _ _ O G E N

And another labeled:

C A N _ N E T E S T _ _ T _ R O N E

Huh, I wondered what they were. Probably the stuff Chris uses for my meals, I figured.

Moving on, Mary led us downstairs, and it hit me as we went that nobody, not even Mary, had really even acknowledged I was there. They had greeted Duke, but it felt like I was just there with him, like an extension of him.

Following Mary, we made our way all together to the playroom, where Mary filled Duke’s food bowl with a warm breakfast meal. But before Duke could dig in, Chris held him back for a moment, handing Mary one of the vials, the one with the longer name.

Mary carefully removed the top and poured it over Duke’s food, looking back to Chris for approval she had done it right. “Like that?” Mary asked.

“Perfect, just like that. Go ahead and use the full thing.” Chris reaffirmed her, taking a long look at how short her skirt was as she bent over Duke’s Dish.

Mary did as he said, emptying the vial of liquid until it was all over Duke’s food. Once it was done, Chris let Duke free, and instantly he jumped for his food.

“Okay, it’s your turn now, puppy.” Mary turned to me, speaking to me like I was just another pet in the house. Chris lowered himself down to my dish, and I watched as he tilted the cup he had into my dish until a white liquid slowly oozed in. It looked a little different than before, and I couldn’t help but notice the look Chris and Mary shared as it poured out, like there was some secret they knew I wasn’t in on. But I wasn’t sure what it was.

Once it was finished, Chris handed Mary the vial with the shorter name, and she poured it all in my dish. “All done! I’ll go take these dishes and be right back!” Mary said, walking back to the kitchen and leaving me alone with Chris and Duke.

“Go ahead and eat; we still have a big day ahead of us.” Chris gestured to my bowl.

I whined a bit reluctantly, not sure what I was even eating now, especially with whatever was in those vials.

“Hey, no whining. Eat.” Chris commanded, and gently but firmly placed a hand on the back of my head and pressured me down. Not wanting to get in trouble, and alongside Duke, I lowered my head down and began licking up my meal. It didn’t taste much different than before at first, and it was still a bit annoying to eat with the ball gagging my mouth.

Chris watched closely, ensuring I ate it, seeing almost a sense of relief once I did. But now that I tasted it, I realized it had a distinct salty musk taste to it, one that I recognized as familiar now after… tasting Duke’s… cum. Strange… It tasted similar actually… that was weird. But I suppose there were a lot of chemicals or vitamins and whatnot in there, so maybe it was a coincidence.

“Good bitch.” Chris said, and patted a hand on my lower back just above my butt, and as if on instinct now, I arched and raised my butt, my body acting for me.

“Ahh, I see Duke’s got you well trained already… You know, it makes me wonder… maybe you like this more than you let on, huh?”

I looked up at him with a whine. What was he talking about?

Chris looked down at me with a knowing look. “You like being his bitch don’t you?” Chris asked with a laugh.

I didn’t want to admit it… I couldn’t… t–that w-wasn’t true… this was all just… a job…

But as if to make his point, Duke finished his food and moved over to me and barked, instantly forcing a submissive whimper out of me and commanding me to lower my body in the arched position he liked. I held my head low, didn’t make eye contact, and made sure to arch my back and butt up high, allowing Duke to embarrassingly sniff and prod at my backend right in front of Chris.

“Haha, look at that. See? I knew it… so ready and obedient. Duke must have known since the moment you two met… That’s why he was so quick with you… he knew you’re a sissy.”

A sissy…? I stared back at him, confused, not knowing what he was talking about.

“It means you like to submit… Like uh, the opposite of Duke. Duke likes to dominate… own… breed girls… a real alpha dog, you know?” Chris explained. “Whereas you’re more of the opposite, a sissy, you like to receive, to obey, and please while Duke fucks.”

“And I suppose Duke’s taken your virginity now too, hasn’t he? Haha, just like a true sissy, having your virginity fucked out of you with a cock. Such a good bitch, knowing your place, saving yourself for him…”

Chris could see the embarrassed flush of red on my face from his explanation.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tease you any longer, but hey, there’s no shame in it. I think I knew you were one the moment I met you too… But trust me, things will be so much easier now that we got that figured out. This is a good thing.”

Chris continued. “You don’t have to worry about any of those little problems you had with Mary or whatever else… I’ll make sure you’re treated accordingly, and hey, I’ll let her know too, that way you don’t have to tell her. All you have to do is just worry about being good for Duke. Like I was saying, I’ll even set you up with some good VR training later.”

I felt a tinge of nervousness. What was he saying? All of it was a bit much, but I had no choice but to keep eating, unable to talk or respond as his hand on the back of my head kept me licking up the white liquid around Duke’s ball.

Just then, Mary made her way back downstairs, drawing Duke’s attention and luckily sparing me from the embarrassment of Mary seeing what he was doing.

“Wow, all done already Duke? You must have really liked it!” Mary petted Duke, clearly happy he liked her cooking.

Mary looked over to me, spotting me finishing up my meal. “And good job! You ate it all… good boy.”

Mary stepped over to me next, reaching a hand between my ears and scritching my head. “Aww, and look at this cute puppy, have you been good for Duke? Did you like your meal? I just know Duke’s going to be so happy with the effects on you, and I’m sure you just can’t wait to see Duke with all that extra boost too.”

I looked at her confused… What was she talking about?

Mary looked over to Chris, confused “Oh, you didn’t tell him?”

“Sorry, I changed my mind. I thought it better to keep it as a surprise.” Chris said with a smirk.

w–what…?! I started to whine my confusion, but sensing my bad behavior, Duke stepped to me and barked again, instantly shutting me up. But he didn’t stop there, putting a paw on my upper back and forcing me back into an arched position, destroying all my resistance. I whimpered and obeyed, holding my back arched and not daring to upset Duke. My body even betrayed me slightly, sending a submissive twitch of my cage for obeying him.

“Ah haha, see Mary? look at that, such a good owner Duke is, training his bitch so well. See how fast Duke makes him submit?” Chris said, looking toward Mary.

“W–wow… your right… Duke really has trained him well, I didn’t know he’d be so… obedient.” Mary said, looking over Duke standing over me so dominantly with a paw holding me down, sending her what looked like deep in thought.

I wanted to die of embarrassment.

“I suppose it’s only natural though. Duke has that effect on weaker, smaller males. Duke’s a real alpha type, whereas Ash is more like a… well—I mean, just look at them two, have you ever seen a dog bigger than a guy?”

Mary shook her head. “Hmmm…Well…no…”

“Haha, yea, hell, I’d be willing to wager Duke’s probably got an even bigger cock than him too! Haha…” Chris laughed again.

Mary nervously laughed. “Oh come on, don’t be mean, you’re just teasing… He’s… I don’t think that’s true…”

Chris just chuckled. “really… you wanna bet on it then? How about this? If I win, and Duke is bigger, you have to give me a massage. If you win, I’ll owe you a massage.”

Mary looked down at me with a confident look. “Oh you’re on, a free massage? that—that’s easy…” but then she looked between Duke and me, and the confidence she had seemed to waver.

Mary seemed like maybe she was going to back out, but before she could, Chris interrupted her.

“Oh, easy then is it? Fine, wager’s on then, no backing out now!” Chris laughed to himself, as if he already knew he’d won. “And since you’re so confident, I think we should amp it up a bit. Whoever wins between them should get something too.” Chris offered with a mischievous grin.

“I suppose that’s fair… what did you have in mind?” Mary asked curiously.

“Oh, nothing yet, but… I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” Chris responded.

I couldn’t believe Mary had taken the bet, after all… she knew I was a bit on the smaller side already… but… a massage wasn’t really a big deal. After all, I’d already given Chris a massage, so I guess it wasn’t that bad anyway.

Just then, Duke stood off of me, allowing me a chance to rise up off the ground. As I did, and seeing as we were both done eating, Duke seemed ready to leave. He picked up my leash in his mouth and stepped up to Mary, nudging up against her and tugging me along behind him as he began to guide me to the doggy door.

“Oh hey Duke…aww, making sure your little puppy stays in line? it’s so cute how close he keeps you…” Mary commented.

I couldn’t help but feel a weird sense of pride and reassurance… that Duke was so loyal and wouldn’t go five feet without me with him… it… it felt… like I was some kind of treasure he couldn’t lose track of.

“Though now that I get a good look, you two are a little dirty, you know…” Mary added, looking over to Chris. “You think maybe they both need a bath?”

“I suppose you’re right, and hey, it would be a good opportunity to settle our wager. Plus, I can work on installing the new tail.” Chris turned to Duke and me. “How about it, you two ready for a bath?”

I didn’t react; truth being as dirty as I may have been, I was a little nervous, and I definitely wasn’t overly excited. A bath would be good, but I knew it meant being naked in front of at least one of them… Duke didn’t seem to pay any mind, and I found myself huddling closer to him, subconsciously clinging to him to protect me.

“Aw, are you nervous, puppy?” Mary cooed, comforting me in a voice that made me melt. She must have noticed my hesitation and the way I was clinging to Duke. “It’s okay… we’ll make sure Duke is right there with you, okay?

Strangely, it was oddly comforting. Staying close to Duke made me feel safe, he… he would protect me. Maybe… stand in front of me so I didn’t have to feel so exposed. I felt a twitch of my cage, and something leaked out. Duke… protecting me… I felt like I was swooning. Something about… just this strong… big… dog. Keeping me safe… making me… feel so good… I couldn’t deny it felt so good to just… give in and let Duke be in control. I flashed back to what Chris was saying… all that… sissy stuff. It sounded crazy, but maybe a small part of me was wondering if he was right.

“Come on then, you two,” Mary said, leading the group of us upstairs. Duke didn’t let go of my leash once, always making sure to be pulling me along with him.

Chris made a stop at his workshop, and before long we were heading upstairs to the master bathroom. I couldn’t help but get an obvious view of Mary in front of me, her mini skirt leaving her entire rear end open to see above me. Her legs were smooth, clean-shaven, and impossible to look away from.

Finally, we made it to the bathroom, Chris and Mary closing the door behind us. Chris turned the knobs of the bath, slowly filling an extra-large tub with warm water.

“Okay, while the tub fills, let's go ahead and get your suit off, okay? The faster I can get it off, the faster I can wash it and work on that tail.”

I hesitated, not sure what to do. It wasn’t like I could take it off myself, but I wasn’t eager to be naked faster either to even try.

But without warning, Chris bent down, picking me up with two hands wrapped around my waist, effortlessly turning me over onto my back. I whimpered, nervous and embarrassed, the sound muffled through Duke’s ball.

Duke watched closely next to me, licking my cheek like he was trying to calm me down.

“I need to take this ball off to remove the suit. Do you understand you're not to talk?” Chris asked firmly, pointing a finger at me that froze my nerves.

I nodded my head shyly, and carefully Chris unlatched the red ball secured to my mouth. The moment it was out, there was a bit of relief to my jaw, but I had gotten so used to the familiar taste of Duke on the ball that my mouth just felt… bland. Even more curiously, I may have had every possibility to speak now, but the thought never even passed my mind for a second. In fact, whenever I thought of communicating now, my first instinct was the same as it was when the ball was in—only whines and muffled moans and mmphs.

Seeing as I didn’t talk, Chris praised me. “Good boy.” The worst part was, my body reacted to it unashamedly, Mary and Chris undoubtedly seeing my cage twitch as he said it.

“Oh… someone’s jumpy today…” Chris joked.

“Did he… was that because of what you said?” Mary asked.

“Haha, you want to test it? Here…” Suddenly, I felt Chris's hands dig into my stomach fur, pressing against me and groping. My body was so sensitive, it felt like my stomach was an erogenous zone…

“Who’s a good boooooy…?”

Oh fuck….

The combination of the cooed praise and the way his hand pressed against my stomach. My face burned red as I was helpless to the endless twitching of my caged cock, and the hot warmth I felt rushing out the tip from his rubbing of my stomach fur.

“oh… my…” Mary said softly, giggling and covering her mouth with a hand, watching me squirm under his touch.

“You want to give it a try, Mary?” Chris asked, leaning off of me, momentarily giving me a reprieve from the scrambling of my mind.

“Uh… i… i don’t know what to do.” She replied

“Just give it a try. Do exactly what I did.” Chris said.

Still lying on my back, I was helpless but to watch as Mary slowly crept over me, and I tried to hold out until her sweet, soft, mind-melting voice broke me.

“heeeey sweeeet booy…… are you a goooood booooy?” Mary cooed, placing her smaller, gentler hands on my stomach, but this time, she ran her fingers upwards and circled the fur around my nipples.

I practically moaned, stifling it into a ‘mmmmph’ noise by sealing my lips, remembering not to talk but getting blindsided here. Subconsciously, I nodded my head yes to her question, my chest leaning against her touch. It felt strange; just like my stomach, my nipples were so sensitive, it too felt like an erogenous zone. I could hardly control the twitching and leaking from my cage or the hard biting down on my lip to temper myself.

“Oh god… he really does like that, doesn’t he? And look at all that came out just from that… So… cute.” Mary commented, as she continually forced my cage to twitch and leak out precum.

But their actions seemed to have an unintended effect, as Duke began to investigate the sounds I was making. He stepped over to me, sniffing frantically at my face while I panted lightly for breath.

“Oh… sorry Duke… we may have accidentally got your bitch all riled up…” Chris said, moving aside as Duke forced his way closer to me.

I was stuck, my mind torn between not wanting to be humiliated and increasingly aroused by Chris and Mary’s little test. Duke must have picked up on my reaction too, rushing over, baring his teeth and growling, loud enough to frighten me still, and enough to draw Chris and Mary’s hands off me. Like he was backing them off his territory.

It didn’t matter how it happened; all that was clear to Duke now was that… his… his bitch was aroused and whimpering.

He rushed over top of my face, trying to soothe and comfort me; he began licking my face. But quickly he discovered my mouth was free of his ball now, and his tongue immediately found my mouth. He jabbed in, reaching every corner and filling my mouth with his tongue and slobber, driving me wild.

It happened so fast, the blur of arousal flooded my mind in seconds, and the intense butterfly feeling of panicked lust blossomed in my chest. I eagerly licked his tongue back, excitedly and happily receiving Duke’s tongue.

I didn’t even pay Chris and Mary any mind anymore, I couldn’t. All I could think about was Duke and how I needed more. I felt Chris and Mary step back from me, a sad whine exiting my mouth as Duke withdrew his tongue from my mouth, panting heavily with his own excitement. He stepped over me now, and his head trailed down my fur to my cage, where he sniffed rapidly. Immediately sensing the leaking arousal from me, he licked all over my cage, tasting every last drop I had leaked out.

Seeing how aroused I was, I was relieved when Duke didn’t stop there. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted, but luckily Duke decided for me. His teeth sank into the side of my fur, right along my hip bone, and effortlessly he flipped me over onto all fours. I was just as eager as he, desperately raising my butt in the air and arching as much as I could, swaying and pressing backwards, silently pleading that Duke would mount me.

I practically smiled as I felt his paws step to either side of me, and the weight of his underbelly hiking up over me and settling down on my butt… yes… yes… he was mounting me… please Duke… f–fuck me.

But just as I felt the warmth of his cock graze against my back legs, Chris and Mary were quick to intervene.

“Whoa whoa you two, okay that’s enough.” Chris guided Duke off of me, as Mary pulled me to her and flipped me back on my backside.

I whimpered a needy whine up to Mary, practically heartbroken to have been pulled out of the moment like that.

“Hey! Enough of that you two!” Mary commanded.

Shocked a bit by her raising her voice, I stayed silent, coming down off the high of my arousal and savoring the last bits of his scent lingering in my mouth.

“Geez, you two, those hormones must have worked faster than I expected,” Chris said, holding Duke away from me, who looked like he was about to jump past Chris to get back over to me. I spotted his cock poking out under him, massive and fully stiff, my mouth watering at the sight of it as I felt an empty itch needing to be scratched feeling in my bottom.

Chris tried to calm Duke down, whispering just barely enough I was able to hear. “Easy, easy Duke, I know, I know… don’t worry… once we’re done with everything in here you can satisfy your bitch, okay buddy?”

I don’t think Mary heard him, as she was focused on me. But I could still see Duke trying to break past Chris, but slowly calming down a bit.

“Hey…. Hey… relax puppy… I know we got you riled up… I’m sorry, but you’re good now… just relax…” Mary whispered and cooed into my ear, her soft maternal-like voice calming me.

Chris stepped back from the corner he was holding Duke back in. “Alright… I suppose that was a little on us for instigating, sorry. But we’ve all calmed down now.” Chris looked at me. “Don’t worry, I promise, as soon as we’re done, you’ll have Duke all to yourself.”

As embarrassing as it was to hear him say that in front of Mary, a part of me was just as relieved, even if I wouldn’t admit it out loud.

Slowly, Chris let go of Duke, and things finally settled as he stepped back over to me to continue.

“Okay, let’s finish with getting the suit off. And we can end this wager while we’re at it.” Chris began removing my suit, and slowly it rolled off of me, revealing my bare naked form. With a bit of restraint from Chris, Duke watched eagerly, sniffing at my raw, bare pale skin completely unguarded by fur. It rolled further and further, until finally it rolled off my stomach, over my cage, and down my thighs and legs until I was completely naked, save for the collar around my neck.

My knees and elbows were still stuck together, and they felt so sore I was tempted to stretch them—but Chris stopped me.

“Hey! Keep your arms and legs bent. I know it might be hard, but I don’t want you messing up your progress with moving in your suit.”

I nodded and kept my posture as best as I could, although it was a bit harder doing it manually.

Duke was all over me now, lowering his head over me and sniffing all over my naked body, and it was then that it clicked in me that Mary, Chris, and Duke were all staring down at my naked, skinny, feminine body.

My face burned red, I desperately wanted to cover my face to shield myself from the embarrassment, but all I could do was awkwardly move my elbows in front of my face to soothe myself as Duke went over every part of me.

I started shaking with nerves, especially as I felt the cold touch of Duke’s nose trailing over my ribcage, smelling and feeling me. Somehow it felt more… real this way. The suit may have been skin-tight and appeared naked, but it felt like I was covered in it at least. I never felt more vulnerable than I did right now.

“Oh my gosh… i–is that?” Mary’s voice jumped, startled by something. I followed her gaze over to Duke sniffing over me, and down to the obvious sight of his rockhard red pink dogcock poking out from his legs.

“W-what. Is it Mary? OH!” Chris laughed. “Haha! Ah! I see someone was ready to go earlier… still feeling good about that wager now, Mary?” Chris teased.

Mary mumbled. “I… I had no idea… how is it that… big?”

“I told you, Duke’s a real alpha dog. Big. Now, let’s go ahead and settle this once and for all…”

Mary and I watched as Chris retrieved the key to my cage around his wrist, and slowly cupped his hand around my cage, holding it steady. He inserted the key, twisted it unlocked and pulled it out, and with a careful hand, pulled the cage off of me.

I was trembling and shaking, it was so embarrassing. I hid my face as best as I could, hoping to just get this over with.

But to make matters worse, the second the cage was off, my pent-up-ness showed itself immediately. I felt my cock stiffen rapidly up to its full size, barely four or five inches in length and the width of approximately a quarter.

Duke was very interested too, sniffing my small cock obsessively as the tip of his wet nose poked lightly at it, his nose of course being thicker than my own cock practically.

I felt a rough hand maneuver my cock, not enough to be stimulating, and without any care, as though someone was just moving around a decoration or casually like it was nothing.

“Ahh ha… I think we have a winner!” Chris laughed to himself, and when I poked an eye out to see what was happening, the contest was a joke. Duke was Huge, let alone next to me. You didn’t need a ruler, you didn’t need a second look. It was like a pencil next to a big cucumber. A carrot next to an eggplant.

“Oh… god it wasn’t even close…” I heard Mary say, with a hysterical giggle of disbelief.

“Good boy, Duke…” Chris praised, petting Duke above me. “Such a big boy, I suppose I’ll be getting that massage later too!” Chris added.

“Okay… fair enough. You won.” Mary conceded.

Without any care, Chris began re-caging my cock, stuffing it down against its erect state and pressing the metal down until it was forced to concede back until it was completely flat again. He reinserted the key and locked the cage firmly.

He was about to lock the key back around his wrist, but Mary interrupted with a question.

“So, what does Duke get then? You said the winner between them gets something too.”

“Hmm, actually… I’m glad you asked… This gives me an idea.” Chris then withdrew from attaching the key bracelet to his wrist and then reached under Duke’s head. He grabbed hold of his collar, and with a bit of fiddling, he finally secured my cage key to Duke’s collar, until it was loosely hanging down from him. Much like the bell they attached to mine, the key dangled and clinked about from his neck.

“Haha, there we go, I think Duke’s earned that. All this has just proved you won’t be needing it anymore anyway. After all, you belong to Duke now." Chris said proudly, petting Duke’s head. Duke didn’t even seem to pay any mind, like he had no idea what it even was. It sat in my mind now, Duke wore the key to my cage on his collar like some sort of decoration—or a trophy.

Mary watched the scene, amused, but didn’t say anything about it, like she was privately thinking deep to herself. “Okay, are you two ready for a bath?” Mary said, moving on from the topic and sealing it behind us.

I nodded as Mary began to motion for me and Duke to move toward the tub.

Chris stood up, grabbing my suit and heading out of the bathroom. “Okay, I’ll be back in a bit, just cleaning and making a few adjustments to the suit, okay?”

Mary replied, with the faintest hint of sadness in her voice, almost like she wanted the company. “Okay, sounds great! Just, don’t keep us waiting too long.”

“I’ll try! Have fun!” And with that, Chris left the room.

The jingle of the bell on my collar contrasted with the clink of my cage key on Duke’s, as we reached the edge of the tub. It was hard for me, crawling over to her completely naked. I was practically shaking with nerves, and Duke made no shortage of interest, sniffing all over my bare skin and exposed butt cheeks.

“Okay, who wants in first? Mary asked.

I was happy to go first, if not to feel the warmth of the water but also to give me the cover of being in the tub at least.

“Alright, come puppy, here, let me help you in.” Mary offered, and surprisingly I felt my body lift off the floor, as Mary even managed to pick me up and gently swing me over to the tub and set me in softly.

I knew I was small, but it made me feel impossibly small knowing even Mary could pick me up. But the warmth of the water surrounding me and enveloping my body melted all my thoughts away. I let out a quiet sigh of relief, the tension in my muscles dissipating into the water.

“Aw, see, isn’t that nice puppy? It feels good, doesn’t it? You must be so sore from everything, just relax…” Mary cooed, and I felt her hand ease through my hair, scritching in all the right spots.

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