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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM on SoFurry .

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A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

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Stacy wore nothing but a leather spiked collar, a pair of high heels, along with stockings and a garter belt. Her long raven hair was plaited into an intricate ponytail, while her makeup was immaculate. She had on the classic smoky eye shadow and bright red lipstick; she looked like every teenage boy’s dream. Even with her nearing her forties, the adult movie star still looked better than most twenty-something year olds trying to break into the business. She had just the right amount of a belly to give her that timeless girl-next-door look, with a perfect bubble butt and a natural C cup breasts. Her skin was just a shade darker than pale white marble, barely enough to see the tan lines where her miniscule bikini had covered her from the sun’s rays. If she had let them come to term, Stacy would easily qualify for MILF status, but she had never been very maternal, so it was just as well she’d never had kids.

Behind Stacy, holding the red leash attached to her spiked collar was Rembrandt. He was a new up and comer into the adult movie industry. It was a new trend now that the new breeds had been given some basic rights and some autonomy. As such, Rembrandt was no one’s property but his own, he was doing this movie of his own accord. Though he was only about half Stacy’s age, he did not look it. Rembrandt was a tall, well-built Harlequin Great Dane. His natural toned physique rivalled that of even the most avid gym addict. But what really suited him for such a unique career choice, was that heavy thick sheath, which swung like a pendulum with his every step.

Stacy had her own dedicated following who had been clambering for her to do a scene with a new breed since before they were given their freedom. Rembrandt had been gaining notoriety on the small, streamed screen in homes, posting his private videos on the usual black and gold website. It was only a matter of time until their two fanbases crossed over and the call for a collaboration begun to be chanted in the comment sections of their videos. Stacy wanted to remain relevant, while Rembrandt wanted a breakthrough, so it was only logical they join forces.

She didn’t have anything against new breeds, but Stacy had grown up in a broken home and had never even had so much as a goldfish before. It had never even been particularly easy to interact with normal people in the everyday world, so having to deal with a talking dog, that just felt even more alien to her. But at least on some level he was pretty to look at, his coat was glossy and felt so silky to the touch. She did like the black and white motif he had going on, though she supposed it was just his natural colouring more than it was a conscious choice. One thing she was curious about however, was that thick goddamn sheath of his. Stacy liked cock, no…she loved it, craved it. Some would call her a sex addict perhaps, but she just loved the feeling of being filled, fucked and left sore. She had done a sponsored deal for Brad Dagon or some shit like that not long ago, she vaguely remembered one of the toys being canine shaped. At first, she didn’t think much of it, but then she played around with it a little and holy fucking shit, when she got to the knot and felt that fucker stretch her like the Hulks goddamn fist? She saw stars, it had been a while since she came that hard, at least on her own.

The whole plot of this shoot was the role reversal, instead of Rembrandt being the pet and her the owner, she was now crawling around on a leash like his pet. On the surface it seemed rather silly, but in a brief pre-shoot chat with the big dog, he had explained to her that it was actually more profound than that. She hadn’t expected Rembrandt to talk really, or if he did, not to sound so educated. The way he explained it, was that he had broken free of his former oppressor and now he was in control, doing to them what they had done to his kind for so long. Stacy didn’t know porn movies could be so deep, at least not deeper than a dick going into one of her holes at any rate. Part of her came to admire Rembrandt after that brief talk, he somehow didn’t seem like such a wild and untamed beast anymore. He almost felt human, in a way, like maybe they weren’t really that different after all, despite their origins. Fuck, if she really thought about it, a direct comparison between her and him, she was more feral than he was if she was being honest.

“Kneel” Rembrandt growled in his deep baritone voice, while pointing at the spot right in front of him. Stacy did as told, as if she were the well-trained canine companion. The naked woman stared up at the tall, handsome canine with a loving smile and eager anticipation.

“Lick” the black and white blotched Great Dane ordered, with a nod down at his own crotch. Until now, she hadn’t as yet touched a canine sheath before. It felt soft and warm beneath her hands, strangely inviting as she began to caress and stroke at it, while her ruby red lips leaned in and pressed a kiss to the small bulge where his un-engorged knot resided. When she pulled back, the camera briefly zoomed in to capture the image of her red lipstick on the bulge of his sheath.

When one of her soft, warm furless hands cupped his balls, Stacy felt strangely detached from the moment. It all felt familiar, yet so different at the same time. The full, heavy orbs filled her palm more so than a humans would. Even some of her more gifted partners in the past did not posses such…wonderous orbs, which in itself excited her. But more than that, she was used to a cock simply pulsing and throbbing in her hand as it got hard, but with Rembrandt, she felt all that, but also watched as his thick red spear grew before her very eyes. She had never thought it before, but actually watching a cock grow and blossom when his sheath pulled back to expose more flesh was frankly rather glorious. Not only that, but he was big, probably the biggest she had ever held. He felt smoother, hotter too in her grasp. It was a cock she was holding, something she had done hundreds if not thousands of times, yet this was a totally unique experience to her. She knew the mechanics of it all, she had a lot of experience in fucking, but still, this all felt new to her.

“Suck” there was a growl mixed with his words this time, not the forced and frankly comical human impression of it. Stacy felt it in her core, that deep thrumming vibration of it. It felt primal, it sparked a long-hidden fear which turned into excitement. She hadn’t felt like this in years, not since the first time she’d had sex perhaps. Even his taste was different, a touch gamey, he tasted like hot metal, but not in a bad way. She couldn’t adequately describe him, but all she knew was that a normal human cock tasted bland by comparison. Her lips felt like they slid more easily along his shaft too, in no time at all he was filling her mouth, and she hadn’t even met his knot yet. She still had enough space to grasp the base of his thick red rocket above his knot and be able to bob her mouth along the top part of his shaft. Fuck, he was going to feel so damned good ploughing her pussy, she just knew it.

Unlike her human partners though, Rembrandt’s precum didn’t just dribble onto her tongue pathetically. She felt it spurt and hit the back of her throat; it wasn’t quite as salty as a humans either, more watery too. When she looked up and met his eyes, there wasn’t the usual smug bravado she was used to seeing in human actors. There was something else, almost a feral hunger, it mixed in with what she could only describe as a fierce defiance as well, like he would not and could not be tamed. He was going to fuck her, he knew he was going to fuck her, whether she wanted him to or not and goddamn if that didn’t make her pussy wet, nothing ever would.

She knew he was in charge here; they had agreed to it beforehand. They were only given a rough outline of what the director wanted to see, otherwise they had free rein to do as they pleased, within certain boundaries of course. They still had a schedule and budget to stick to, so nothing too outlandish or violent that would waste valuable editing time. Stacy and Rembrandt were both fine with that, they knew what their fans liked and wanted, so they would give them exactly that. Anything else could come later, depending how well this shoot did of course. So, it came as only a slight surprise when the big dog suddenly withdrew his cock from her mouth and instead slapped his slick red length against her cheek.

Her natural instinct was to smart mouth him back, at least she would have if he was human. But when she looked up at him again, Rembrandt had his teeth bared as he growled softly. She wasn’t a dog, but right then, she was his bitch, and she fully understood what he wanted. Even before he uttered the words “kneel on the bed” she had already started crawling over toward it. Stacy climbed up onto the plush California king bed and knelt with her high heels over the edge, her ass presented for her temporary master. It was a classic position for doggystyle, but she had never before thought she would be doing this with an actual dog.

Rembrandt adlibbed again when he used her own collar as a makeshift whip and swatted at the perfect white mounds of her bare behind. Stacy hissed with each strike that left a faint pink mark behind, she wasn’t opposed to it at all. In fact, she had been in much more hardcore scenes before and even enjoyed it sometimes. What she wasn’t used to however, was the almost loving caress of the big dog’s soft tongue, when he leaned down and almost affectionately licked over each mark he had left behind. Those gentle, almost loving licks quickly turned into lewd ones however, when he zeroed in on her little heated pussy. God, she was already so damned soaked that she couldn’t even tell if it was his slobber or her own wetness trickling down her inner thighs when he began to eat her out.

Another thing that he did differently, well okay, way fucking better than any human could, was eat her pussy out from the back. She felt the cold nose between her buttocks, the warm breath from his nose tickling her backdoor, while that goddamn tongue bathed her cunt with adoration. She must have tasted like a treat or something what with how eagerly he was licking at her, once he had cleaned her of her own wetness on the outside of her slit, his tongue speared her deep and he began lapping at her like he was drinking a rich bowl of cream. Cream he would get, because holy shit, no one had made her cum from oral in a long time. She was so used to faking it that she had almost forgotten what a real climax felt like, but she damn near saw stars as she bucked and ground back against the dog’s snout. Unlike most human men, he didn’t stop when she came either, he savoured everything she had to give him and then some, as if he were simply cleaning the mess he had caused.

“Holy shit!” Stacy heard herself groan out when he finally mounted her, she didn’t even remember him moving after he’d eaten her out. But she felt him, fucking hell, she felt him. That fat cock felt so damned hot inside her, it was so smooth, and she was so wet, no matter how much she clenched and squeezed, she couldn’t stop him if she wanted to. She felt his nails against her hips as he held her in place while he stuffed the worlds biggest dick in her. She had been with some real cunt-wreckers before, but this was something else. When she reached a hand down between her silky-smooth white thighs, she felt how her poor little pussylips were stretched taut about his girth, but just behind that, she felt his knot. God, she wanted that in her, but with how he was filling her already, she for once didn’t know if she could handle it.

All sense of professionalism went out the window when he started to fuck her, she had seen some of his amateur videos online and just thought the women he was with were terrible actresses. But it turned out they weren’t acting; he was just fucking them stupid. Even her well experienced cunt couldn’t handle what he was doing to it, those hips of his were built from centuries of running and chasing down prey, now they were being used to fuck. No human could ever hope to match or at least keep up the almost feral pace in which she was being pounced. His grip was absolute, she couldn’t escape it as he fucked her not only hard and fast, but deep and thoroughly as well. Rembrandt was like a fucking machine, not a euphemism either, like an actual machine designed and engineered for fucking. The only difference was, she could feel every throb and pulse of his cock inside her as he flooded her with more of that watery precum. His heavy balls tapped against her clit every so often as well, those silky smooth, taut orbs she couldn’t wait to feel pump her full of delicious hot cum.

“Take it, take that dog cock, bitch!” Rembrandt snarled down at her as he tugged back on her leash, forcing her to press back onto his cock. There was no use in him telling her to cum for him, he knew she already had, more than once. The camera even captured the obvious wetness dripping from her clit to the bed below as he forced her own femcum from her almost overfilled cunt. One thing that was similar between him and a human however, she could feel he was getting close to his own end. He was starting to throb and pulse more frequently, though he also felt like he was swelling a little more as well.

The closer he got to his own climax, the more savage he almost seemed to become. His thrusts got shorter and more powerful as his strong hips and thighs flexed with every stroke. She could feel his knot battering at her opening as it demanded entry, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew they shouldn’t, but she wanted it so badly, no…she needed it. Without warning, Stacy began to try buck back onto it, every thrust of the big dog behind her felt like a hammer fall against her cunt, slowly stretching her beyond what she thought her body could take. Until finally, it happened, that thick knot popped inside her and she saw nothing bit white and only heard static.

When she started to come too again, she felt Rembrandt leaning over her and gently nosing at her cheek with a worried expression. It was about that time her hearing began to return, and she heard their director shouting obscenities at them

“I fucking told you not to knot yet, we still have a few more fucking takes to get through! Jeezus fucking Christ, you dumb overgrown cocker spaniel!” the short, chubby bald man cursed at Rembrandt.

“Leave him alone, Don” Stacy mumbled, sounding more drunk than anything. God her pussy ached, it felt like someone had shoved a bowling ball up her cunt. She could still feel Rembrandt painting her insides white though, that was nice. Holy hell he came a lot, she swore she felt herself just slosh a little when she tried to lift herself up off the bed. “It was my fault; I got a little too excited.”

“Whatever…I guess we’re breaking for an early lunch, at least until those two get unstuck and we can go again” he grumbled and tossed his clipboard onto the bed beside them.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that for me” Rembrandt smiled and licked her cheek in appreciation.

“It’s nothing…you can pay me back by buying me dinner later” the beautiful brunette replied with a genuine smile.