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Power. It was a feeling that was hard to come by but easy to fall in love with once you found it, intoxicating to the point where losing it could cause your entire world to crumble. Some animals were humble enough to live their lives without ever having need of tasting it, but for some it simply wasn't that easy.

Nero was one of these creatures, a canine who never truly felt alive unless he was in control. It was what kept him so driven and demanding, not just of those around him, but of himself as well. Coming up short or amounting to nothing just wasn't an option for him, and so he never missed an opportunity to flaunt his strength or intelligence, eager to reinforce his own pride with whatever he could.

In his three years of life, Nero had grown into an arrogant male, one who had learned that he was large and powerful enough to get what he wanted if he was willing to take it. And he was, no doubts there. He had no sympathy for anyone, save for maybe his brother, Titus and Rue. The pair were not only his littermates, but the only dogs he knew well enough to trust completely.

Besides, they were the only ones who could ever really understand, because they were the only ones who'd had to live through that nightmare too. And while the three of them were remarkably different when it came to their mannerisms and personalities, Nero knew that his brothers were damaged in their own way, something broken in them that could never be repaired. It made them different from other dogs, unstable and lacking the ability to use proper moral judgement. Even among their own kind they were seen as monsters.

Nero had spent so long feeling like he had no control over himself or his life that it really was no wonder he'd ended up with such a fierce need to have those things after gaining his freedom. Too bad it ruled his life. For Nero, any absence of control left him reeling, thrown back into memories of those bitter days not so very long ago. It made him desperate and angry, a dangerous combination.

Luckily, he was pretty sure he'd just found a way to keep it in line.

It had actually been his brothers idea. Titus was definitely the most soft-hearted of the trio, but he was no less corrupt when it came to how he viewed the world. While the other merle shepherd was always the first to display his immaturity by joking about something and had a habit of following his heart over his head, Titus was often able to use those to his advantage when it came to his siblings. Nero knew the middle-child cared deeply about him and Rue, and that he paid close attention to how they were acting or feeling. His empathy could make him extremely insightful at times, and it had caught Nero a little off-guard when Titus had pulled him aside and told him he should consider starting a harem.

At first Nero had shrugged off the idea because it seemed like the kind of stupid thing his jokester sibling might bring up. But when Titus had gone on to explain how they were seriously worried about him, and that they thought having a project to focus on and control might help, Nero had been forced to actually consider it.

And you know what? It wasn't a bad idea at all. How could it be? There was nothing at all that was unappealing about having a group of beautiful dogs to fuck and command and use however he wanted. It was such a simple things, and yet it offered an outlet for all his pent up energy and aggression. And quite frankly? He was fucking pumped.

So that afternoon, as the trio of siblings had sat around having their lunch, Nero had announced that he had decided to start a harem, and had encouraged his brothers to do that same. Because Titus had a point. All of them were in need of a way to sooth the wounds that place had left inside them.

For Nero, it would be power. Having something that made him feel strong and in control, a god in mortal skin. For Rue, it would be security, the relief of knowing nothing would ever take what he had ever again. And for Titus, a chance to forget it ever happened in the first place, to live that carefree life he always wanted.

It was an opportunity for all of them, and Nero wasn't going to squander it.

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Sex had become a favorite conquest of the males ever since he'd first experienced the rush it brought him. The fuck itself was a feeling that left his heart pounding in his ears, but it was the power-play involved that really made it the perfect little hobby for him. He'd fucked more bitches than he could count- sometimes consensually, sometimes by force- but this would be the first time he ever put a permanent claim on anyone.

The girl he'd picked was a pretty little thing, a black and tan doberman bitch who could only have been about two years old. She was long-legged and slender, almost as tall as him but far more delicate in comparison. She was crouched low in a defensive position, tail tucked over her swollen vulva as she growled at Nero while he stood over her. Despite her bared fangs and the low growl in her throat, Nero didn't seem bothered. He could sense the uncertainty and fear in her body language and had no problem calling her bluff. She might put up a fight, but they both knew she couldn't beat him if things got violent, and in the end she'd only end up submitting to him anyways.

"Just leave me alone!" she barked, trying to back away but find her escape blocked. Nero had purposefully chased her into the playground of an elementary school, now empty but whose chain-link fences provided the perfect cage to trap his little plaything.

"Or what? Do you really think you stand a chance against me in a fight? I want you, bitch, and if your not willing to fight me then your going to have to accept that you belong to me now." He replied with a raised brow, tone cold and unforgiving toward the reality of her situation.

"Please! There are hundreds of other dogs out here, why would you even want me when you can have your pick of them?" she asked, quickly shifting her strategy to bargaining when she realized that aggression wouldn't win her anything.

"Your convenient." He answered truthfully, perhaps brutally so. While the female was appealing at a glance there was nothing particularly remarkable about her that made her stand out to him, save maybe for the scent wafting from her rear end. "Besides, what is there for you to complain about? You'll have a male to keep you fed, fucked, and who'll fight your battles for you. If anything, your quality of life is about to double."

It wasn't an entirely untrue statement. Belonging to a male meant that you had that males protection and resources at your disposal, but it also meant giving up your life to another dog. She would be fed and sheltered and kept safe from the other city strays and harems, but there was no promise that her alpha would be a kind or benevolent one. Accepting her fate and submitting to the role he wanted her in would mean having to roll those dice and hope she landed a favorable outcome, or she could chose to roll an entirely different set of dice by attacking, but those odds were arguably far worse then just letting the situation play out.

She seemed to realize this after a moment, and while she still radiated nervous energy she seemed keen on getting what she could out of him.

"Are you going to hurt me?" she asked after a long moment, voice a bit smaller as the fire seemed to burn out in her.

"Only if you make me." He answered once more with that same calm, unabashed honesty. "My intention isn't to batter you around, if that's what your worried about. You'll belong to me and you'll obey me, yes, but if you serve your purpose and do as I ask, then life will be easy for you.

He could see the tears forming in her eyes as he spoke, a sign of her reluctant acceptance as she nodded in understanding.

"Good. Now, come with me. And if you try taking off you'll regret it."

Much to his satisfaction, the girl didn't try pulling anything after that. He led her out of the school-yard and into a nearby park whose clumps of bushes and tallgrass would offer them privacy. He assumed that she was in self-preservation mode right now and just trying to be complacent so she didn't get hurt, and that was fine by Nero. Obedience, weather it was out of fear, love, or loyalty, was still obedience.

And now? Now he was tongue-fucking her in a thicket, relishing in the sounds of her heavy panting and soft whimpers as the powerful length of his tongue pushed in and out of her, scooping juices into his mouth and setting his body aflame. She still wasn't eager to go through with any of it, hesitation thick in her actions and words, but she'd obliged his orders to turn around and lift her tail, and she had yet to snap at him with teeth to try and stop him.

While her heart may not have been in it, her body was definitely betraying her. It was no fault of her own, of course. He knew well enough that a bitch in heat was biologically designed to respond to stimulation like this, and he quite enjoyed knowing that as a male he had the ability to do this to a female- to make them want it even when they didn't want it.

By the time he finally pulled his writhing tongue from her slick tunnel her pussy was twitching and glistening from its own mess, and the sight of it only made Neros dick ache a little more with want for it. With a soft nip to her rump to warn her of what he was about to do, he gave her only a moment to brace herself before he mounted her. It was an easy, practiced motion that set his hips flush against her rear as his powerful forelegs gripped her by the waste, and he heard her gasp in surprise before her legs instinctively widened their stance to support the added weight.

"Good girl." He muttered as he lined himself up at her entrance, pausing for a brief moment when he felt the delicious wet heat of her sex on the tapered tip of his cock.

His first few thrusts were slow and even, gently spreading her open on his throbbing shaft as her slick walls reactively clenched down on the intruding organ. A few quiet moans slipped past her lips as he worked her like this, slowly sinking inch after inch of throbbing dick into her slick cunt, but he didn't let them rile him into getting rough with her too quickly. Instead he kept his pace until she was able to take the entirety of his stiff length. He growled a low, blissful sound when he felt the head of his penis press against the firm, final barrier that was her cervix, loving the gasping cry that came from her when the tender entrance to her womb was caressed.

From the juices dripping to the ground beneath them to the desperate squeezing of her sensitive vagina, Nero could tell her body was ready. Long, even strokes became firmer and faster, sliding along her tender spots before punctuating the height of each thrust with a kiss to her womb. He could feel his own orgasm slowly building, egged on by the way her sex seemed to suckle at his member, and driven by the need to feel release he began to fuck into her sharp and fast. The change caused her to cry out, the air filling with whines and moans and yelps as her senses were overwritten with an animalistic need to be fucked to completion, and Nero was going to oblige.

"Who's your alpha? Say it!" he growled into her ear while he pounded her, unsure if her tears were those of sadness or pleasure.

"Y-you are! Your my- ngh- alpha!" she replied, struggling to get the words out over her own blissful noises of satisfaction, only to be rewarded with another deep thrust that had his knot stretching her hole open wide as it began to grow.

Wanting to make sure it didn't get too big to put back in, he suddenly bore down on her, thrusting deep into her core as the knot at the base of his dick stretched her wide before sinking back into her. He didn't bother trying to thrust properly now, and simply rammed into her as deep as he could.

"Oh my god! Oh! OH!" The motion seemed to be enough to tip her over the edge, and a moment later the girl was letting out a yelping cry of ecstasy as her entire body went rigid beneath him, tight little pussy spasming around his stiff meat, massaging his length and squeezing his knot tightly as his tip bore into her cervix. She came hard, trembling as her voice died down into whimpering moans as he fucked her through her orgasm.

A few seconds later and his balls were unloading into her, a hot, powerful gush of semen that painted her insides white. It didn't stop there, though. Again and again, stream after stream of fertile cum poured into her slender body, cock pulsating and throbbing, inside of her. Every time her sweet little sex twitched or tightened up around him he couldn't help but groan in relief, loving the feeling.

Still very much tied together and still very much shooting loads of gizz into her waiting babymaker, both dogs were spent. Nero took a moment to catch his breath and then carefully got of her and turned so they were rump-to-rump, allowing them to both stand a bit more comfortable.

"What's your name, girl?" he asked, breaking the silence between heavy breaths.

" Stella." She replied, clearly out of breath as she stood on trembling paws.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Nero."