FSE

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My first upload here, and this one is extremely self-indulgent. I guess that's fitting, in a way.

Contains three main sex scenes - a simple m/f pet-play scene right upfront, a post-neutered m/f sex scene (search for "neutered sex") and a non-consensual post-neutered m/m bestiality scene (search for "bestiality begins")

Note: "ferals" in this setting refers to creatures with anthropomorphic bodies, but the minds of true animals. There are true anthropomorphic furs, true animals, and what I've called "ferals" somewhere between the two. I don't claim this is an original idea, but I have no idea where it might originate.

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"Who's a good boy?"

Misha's cheeks flushed red hot under his fur, but he pushed his head into Savanna's paw and wagged his tail. She had been playing with him like this for the past several months, but he still couldn't fully get used to being treated like a pet.

"Is it you?" Savanna cooed thickly down at him. Her claws raked pleasantly around his ears, and he shivered in delight in spite of himself. He stared up at her pleadingly, and an unmistakable smirk danced across her lips. "Oh? Do you want to prove what a good boy you are?"

He knew better by now than to answer with words - he just whined pitifully, and at the sound Savanna bit her lip and closed her eyes. Sometimes Misha wondered if she could cum just from watching him degrade himself like this.

"Okay," she said huskily, and sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs to reveal her bare thighs and dripping cunt. "Show me just how good you can be for your owner."

The hot flush of humiliation traveled down his neck, pricking along his spine, but he crawled forward on all fours to sit on the floor between her legs and began lapping eagerly at her swollen mound. Savanna moaned loudly, and began scratching his head again. "Good boy," she murmured idly.

As he savored Savanna's rich taste on his tongue, he took a moment to gaze up at her wonderingly. He wasn't much of a catch, he knew: middling height and a bit lanky, he was socially awkward, hopelessly unathletic... he wasn't even particularly bright or creative. He was in all ways he could reckon painfully average, so when someone as gorgeous as Savanna inexplicably took a shine to him, he had found himself unable to deny any of her most embarrassing whims.

So, sure, she was a little bit kinkier than he would otherwise be into. And, sure, she made him wear a chastity cage and only let him out once a week when she jerked him off. She was beautiful, funny, and treated him well whenever they weren't engaged in petplay - he was hitting way out of his league, so he could put up with a bit of kink. It was certainly better than masturbating alone every night. He huffed happily despite his current situation and continued bathing her labia with gusto, attentive to all the spots he had learned she loved best.

She moaned sharply and wrapped one leg around his back, then brought both hands to the top of his head, pressing him tightly against her cunt. He knew what this meant, and began rolling his tongue around her clit. She shivered, the scritching around his ears growing increasingly erratic. At last, with one long slow lick, her grip on his head grew even tighter and she cried out in climax.

"Good boy," she panted again, laying back languidly onto the bed. Misha reveled in the waves of satisfaction that coursed through his body at a job well done, tail thumping heavily on the floor. He knew he had become very good at pleasuring his own- Savanna - over the weeks, and the thought made him unexpectedly proud.

He sat obediently on the floor, waiting for her to recover, hungrily eying her sopping wet cunt still just inches from his muzzle. His tongue was coated in her taste, and his mind swam from his desperate arousal and the heady scent of pheromones in the room. It had been a week since he was last released from his chastity cage, so as long as he behaved...

After a few minutes, Savanna roused herself, and lazily propped herself up with an elbow to look down between her legs at him. He froze, tail held in mid-wag, waiting expectantly for a command. She smiled, eyes soft, and said, "Would you like a treat?"

Misha whined quietly, and slowly inched forward. He rested the end of his muzzle on the mattress, just millimeters from her puffy labia, and stared up at her with the best puppy-dog eyes he could muster. Savanna's smile grew, and she shifted back, pulling her legs onto the bed.

"Okay boy," she said, and his body tensed, but he waited patiently for the order. "Up," she said at last, and he eagerly but delicately jumped up onto the bed, tail wagging again. He curled up dutifully on his stomach, waiting for the next command.

"Roll over," she commanded. He instantly complied, rolling onto his back - he stretched his legs out, but kept his arms folded at his chest like a quadrupedal dog, just like he knew she wanted him to do. His tail thump-thumped the bed as Savanna rustled in the nightstand drawer for the key. He could feel an impatient throbbing in his cock as it waited to be released, but focused on staying on his best behavior.

"Here we go," Savanna said at last, turning around with a key dangling from a claw. She scritched his chest, and he huffed happily. "Good boys deserve a reward, don't they?"

His body twitched involuntarily as she traced a claw over his testicles and then wrapped a paw around his cage, and he shivered as he heard the quiet click of the mechanism - he closed his eyes, overcome with the feeling of relief as his trapped cock was released and slowly swelled with anticipation, sliding free of its sheath.

Savanna shifted beside him but he kept his eyes closed, letting the anticipation build for the touch his entire body was craving.

It never came.

He opened his eyes, and was greeted with Savanna's smirking face looking down at him. "I think you deserve a special treat for being so obedient, don't you?"

Misha's heart leapt to his throat. Savanna was on her hands and knees, and as he looked down her body she wiggled her hips, her own tail wagging slowly. "Come on, boy," she whispered, and nodded encouragingly as he slowly rolled back to all fours.

Misha controlled his immediate instinct to jump straight on her. He deliberately crawled around to her rear and took a moment to savor the view. She looked back at him with a playful smile on her face and wiggled her hips again, sending a pearl of thick arousal dripping from the lips of her cunt. His cock throbbed painfully hard, but he felt frozen. Finally, Savanna broke the spell by saying, "Go on, boy. Up."

Misha didn't need any more encouragement. He leapt up onto Savanna's back and wrapped his arms around her waist, somehow maintaining the presence of mind to gently move her tail aside to avoid hurting her. Savanna laughed, a clear and joyful laugh that resonated in his chest, and he paused as she reached a hand back to stroke the side of his muzzle. "You're eager, aren't you, boy? Just be gentle. You can cum inside, but don't knot, okay?"

Misha thought his heart would burst with joy - he happily licked Savanna's hand, which set her off giggling again, and began thrusting his hips to find purchase. It was difficult for him to line up without seeing, made even more difficult by his tail's uncontrollable wagging which threw off his aim even further. After some time of fruitless humping against nothing but air and soft fur, he began to whine pitifully. If only he could use his paws to guide himself in! He tried shifting up and down or pulling his hips in tighter, and although he could feel his tip occasionally graze the wet heat of her waiting cunt, he just couldn't hit the mark.

"Having some trouble boy?" Misha's ears went flat in humiliation, but he whined pleadingly, hoping she would take pity on him. "Okay, let me give you a paw..." she cooed teasingly. Misha jumped, then froze as he felt her paw slide along his groin to his throbbing cock. He whined again as she delicately wrapped around it, and struggled to keep his humping under control as she slowly guided him to her entrance - and they both gasped together as his tip finally slid inside.

Misha couldn't contain himself any longer - he began humping again, and whined in ecstasy as he felt Savanna's slick velvety folds readily open up to him. She moaned beneath him, slowly rubbing her paw along her puffy mound where their bodies met. "Good boy," she sighed happily. "Such a good boy."

Nothing had prepared him for this - his first time inside a woman was better than he could have ever imagined. He took a moment to admire the view of the gorgeous dog beneath him, then laid his head flat along her back, panting loudly as he pistoned his hips into her. She gently writhed beneath him, moaning and gasping as she rubbed her own clit around his thrusts. Her pussy squelched with each impact of their hips, and he could feel her gratuitous wetness now coating his own thighs. He would happily wear that cage for a year if it meant he got to fuck her like this again. And what a good job he had done making her so aroused, he thought dreamily. Her folds twitched and spasmed with her own pleasure, and the sensations were driving him wild. He was a good boy, he deserved this.

He could feel himself becoming overwhelmed. He had never had the best stamina, and after being pent up in the cage for the past week, it was clear his first time wouldn't last much longer. He began whining loudly, and felt a hand at his muzzle again, wet and sweet with the smell of sex. "Getting... close... puppy...?" Savanna gasped. "That's... okay. You'll last... longer... with practice."

Misha's ears flattened again and he closed his eyes in embarrassment, but he found it only made his desperation more immediate. His thrusts became increasingly erratic, and he felt his mind growing blank as the heat in his loins flared.

"Just... be careful...!" she moaned.

All of Misha's thoughts had been obliterated. He existed as two points of light - a white hot burning in his groin, and a cool electric tingling in the base of his brain stem. He was so close to climax, to claiming Savanna wholly. He whined sharply as the pleasure crescendoed. He needed the release, needed to fill her. So close, just one more thrust and he could-

"Misha!" Savanna snapped.

The tone of the voice sent an icy tendril down his spine, stoppering the ecstasy just as it was about to overflow.

"Bad dog!"

Reality crashed on him all at once. He heard himself whining, felt a distant pulsing in his cock as he orgasmed, but Savanna's reprimand had sapped any pleasure from his climax. He panted, physically and mentally drained, and lifted his head to meet her gaze. She was glaring over her shoulder at him. She looked... not angry, but upset. Hurt, even. Misha wasn't sure what he had done, but he thought it was probably a good idea to pull out at this point, even if it seemed like this was the last time he would ever be inside her.

"No, don't-!" Savanna yelped as he tried to pull away, and Misha stared down dumbfounded. They were locked together. He hadn't even realized he had... He looked back up at her helplessly, and felt the motion coax out another weak spurt of cum into her depths. Savanna bristled, and turned her face away with a quiet huff. Before she turned, for the first time, Misha thought he saw something like embarrassment on her face.

"I told you not to knot," she said sharply, without looking back. "Just... stay."

Misha swallowed, and turned his head away. He tried to stay completely still, but his cock pulsed occasionally with his heartbeat, and he did his best to ignore the way her wet folds caressed his overly-sensitive length any time one of them had to move.

After the ten longest minutes of his life, Misha felt his knot had deflated enough to pull out. Apparently Savanna realized it too, as while he was mentally deliberating whether to do or say something as a sign, she said, "Down."

He pulled out gently, tried not to stare at the view of his thick white cum dripping out of Savanna's stretched cunt, and quickly climbed down to the floor again.

After a few moments, Savanna shakily sat up, but kept her back turned to him. He finally couldn't take it any longer.

"I'm sor-"

"Ah-ah!" She snapped, and twisted to look at him. "No one said speak."

He shrank into himself, and averted his eyes again. After a moment she sighed, and pulled herself around to sit at the edge of the bed, legs once again on either side of him.

He felt a faint stirring of hope, and glanced up at her sidelong. She sighed again and shook her head. "Clean it up," she ordered, and then firmly added, "Gently."

Misha gulped, eyeing the mixture of both their fluids with trepidation. He didn't want to upset her any further, but-

"Now," she said, glaring down at him.

He closed his eyes, leaned in, and gingerly lapped at the lather of cum and vaginal fluid. His own addition made the previously divine flavor salty and bitter, and he wrinkled his nose, hesitant to retract his tongue, but ultimately forced himself to pull it back and swallow the foul mixture. He felt a paw on his head, and looked up hesitantly. Savanna still looked clearly upset, but her eyes had softened. "Good boy," she said softly, and with only a gentle nudge of encouragement he returned to gently licking her mound clean.

When he had finally licked clean the traces of his climax, he sat back and looked up at her expectantly. She gently rubbed one of his ears and said, "I know you probably didn't mean to, but I have to make sure you're properly disciplined. You can't imagine how humiliating it is to be tied by your own pet," she said, and looked away again. This time he was sure about it: she was actually embarrassed to have been knotted by him. There was an upwelling of conflicting emotions in his chest, but they were smoothed away by her tenderly stroking along his head and neck.

There was a buzz from the bedside table, and she reached over to look at her phone. She sighed. "Afternoon class is in an hour, I need to get ready."

This was usually how their petplay sessions came to an end, when they had to deal with their university responsibilities. Misha started to stand up, but Savanna held up a paw and pushed him back down, like a disobedient dog who had tried to jump up. "Hey! No, down. I need to get to class, just sit for a minute."

Misha was confused, but decided to stay in place while Savanna walked towards the bathroom. If staying like this a bit longer would appease her, then so be it. They had a shared History lecture to attend, but he wouldn't need that long to get ready - although he definitely needed to brush his teeth.

He heard the shower start, and the sound of Savanna rinsing the sex clean from her fur. He remained sitting on the floor as she walked back into the bedroom, waist damp and now smelling faintly floral instead of musky. She pulled a dress from her closet and frowned - she gave it a shake and muttered something about pet hair, which made Misha flush anew.

There was another buzz from Savanna's phone - thirty minutes until class. He watched her expectantly, but she hardly glanced at him as she continued preparing. He sighed heavily and laid his head on the bed - which only earned him a short, distracted scratch on the cheek as Savanna walked past, out of the bedroom.

There was a great deal of clattering and rustling in the other room. He waited expectantly, and finally, she called, "Misha!"

He groaned in relief, stretching one of his shoulders. He wouldn't have much time, but he would probably just be able to throw on some clothes and rinse his mouth before-

"C'mere boy!" He froze in a half-crouch, mind whirling, then slowly settled back down to all fours and crawled out towards the front door, where Savanna was waiting.

"C'mon Misha, I've gotta go soon, I need you to cooperate," she said. She was pointing at her feet with one hand, and held a leash in the other, one end of which had been secured to the front door handle with a small padlock. Misha hesitated, then crawled towards her and sat down, ears flat, waiting for her to attach the leash to the collar around his neck. This was new, but if it got him back in her good graces, he could handle waiting by the door for a few hours - or pretending to at least, since he could just remove the collar and put it back on before she got home. He'd just have to look at her class notes when she returned.

"Roll over, boy," she said instead. Misha sheepishly remembered that he was no longer caged, and rolled over for her. "Good boy," she said, kneeling down, and he sighed silently as she fixed the cage back over his sheath and locked it tight. Something felt different about it, though, and when she stood up he looked down and saw the leash - locked to the metal of his chastity cage. He quickly rolled over and whined at her, feeling the odd sensation of the leash tugging gently at the cage.

"I know, I'll miss you too," she said, and quickly ruffled the top of his head. "But here, here's your blanket and your favorite chew toy," she added, pulling both items over from near the couch. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

He stared up at her pleadingly, but she just shook her head. "We really need to work on your obedience."

With that, she was out the door.

--

It was hard to judge time from where he was - his phone was in the other room, and he had only a few feet of freedom near the door before the leash tugged painfully on his chastity cage, so he couldn't see any of the clocks in the house. Still, judging by the fading light outside, Savanna had been gone far longer than he had expected - and given that he hadn't had access to a bathroom in several hours, he was growing desperate in a different way now.

He was lying on his blanket, trying very hard not to think about his overfull bladder. He was certain that there would be a great deal of punishment in his future if he made a mess while Savanna was gone, but it was starting to look like there wouldn't be any other way around it. There were no bins or other containers within reach, and just as he was wondering if he could manage to soak up all of his urine in his ratty blanket and keep it off the floor, he heard to his great relief Savanna's muffled voice approaching.

"...so you think it's for the best? Well, I'll have to do some research beforehand, but you are the expert." He heard her saying through the door. There was the rattle of keys, the rustle of plastic, and then the door mercifully swung open and he began whining desperately.

"Yes, that's my dog," Savanna said, stepping through the door. She was carrying several large bags that were hard to see in the darkness, and was clearly talking to someone on her cell phone. "Yeah, I think he needs to go out." Misha whined again, and she set the bags on the ground and knelt down next to him.

"Sorry, one second. C'mon, boy," she said, and released the lock holding the leash to the chastity cage.

He whined again and scrambled to his feet, starting to crawl towards the bathroom as Savanna began turning on the lights.

"So you do have an opening tomorrow? Great! I'll- hey! Where are you going?"

Misha froze in the bathroom doorway and looked over his shoulder. Savanna strode to the back door and quickly opened it. "C'mon, out, before you have an accident."

Misha stared at her in disbelief, and almost voiced a complaint, but the tone of her voice and the bloat in his abdomen ultimately decided for him. He sheepishly scrambled past her out into the backyard.

"Sorry about that. What time tomorrow did you say?"

Misha was suddenly very grateful for the fences around the yard of Savanna's rental. He crawled into the grass, heading for one of the dark spots of the yard where he would be less visible just in case someone happened to be peeping. Could he really do this? Go outside, like a feral? Like an animal? Maybe he should disobey Savanna and go back into the bathroom, surely she would forgive him eventually.

But even if he could work up that courage, his bladder couldn't wait any longer: he had to go now. With a quiet whimper, he began to release - and at the same moment, light flooded the backyard. Savanna was standing in the doorway, paw over the floodlight switch on the porch, watching him disinterestedly.

"11 am?" she was saying, as he turned his head away in shame. "And no breakfast beforehand? Okay, I'll see you then!"

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Misha trudged back into the house, but was stopped by Savanna. "Hey now! No dirty paws inside," she said. She grabbed one of his front arms before he could react and began wiping it clean with a towel. Once she was satisfied that he was clean, she scratched his ears. In spite of himself, he leaned into it.

"Sorry I was gone so long Misha, but I had to pick up a few things from the pet store. I also had to make an appointment for you at the V-E-T."

Misha went wide-eyed - she couldn't be serious. This, at least, had to be a joke, she would never go that far. He shook his head, and started to speak.

Savanna, realizing that he was about to protest, knelt down in front of him and wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, Misha, it'll be okay." She kissed the top of his head and squeezed him tight, which was enough to catch him off guard again. "I told you that we just needed to work on your discipline, right? Well, this will be the best way to do it. You're just going to go in for a dental cleaning, okay? It's perfectly routine and completely safe, I made sure to get the best vet around who knows all about treating ferals. It might be a little embarrassing, but it's the best way for you to learn proper behavior."

She pulled back, and saw the doubt that still filled his face. She smiled a little, and bumped her nose into his. "Hey. I love you, Misha. You know I just want to do what's best for you. You love me too, don't you, boy?"

Misha's heart sang again. Tomorrow might be humiliating, but if it would make Savanna happy, he could put up with it. She was the kinkiest person he had ever met, but... he licked the underside of her muzzle and pushed himself into her embrace. Savanna giggled and scritched his back vigorously, focusing on that one spot near his tail that she knew he loved.

"Yeah, I know you do. Hey, who wants to sleep on the bed tonight?"

Misha's tail began to wag even faster.

--

"Hold on Misha, almost done. Just stand still for a minute."

Misha dutifully sat in place while Savanna got him ready for their trip. He had a nice new collar - a slip collar, that would stay loose unless she ever had to tug on it. Apparently it was the safest kind for ferals. He also had strange slipper-like accessories on his paws and feet - most ferals probably wouldn't stand to have them on, but they were supposed to protect delicate pawpads from rough ground, and keep ferals from injuring their digits or getting them stuck in places they weren't supposed to be. Now that the slippers were on securely, he wasn't sure he'd be able to get them off without help, or a lot of gnawing. All his paws were good for now was walking, although he had to admit that they were rather comfortable, and cushioned his extremities much better than going bare-pawed

The final piece was the harness. Part of it was around his chest now, and there were several other loops and buckles that had to go around his arms and legs - he couldn't begin to imagine how they all fit together, and Savanna was scrutinizing a diagram herself to figure it out.

"Let's see... Give me your paw - no, no, Misha, other paw. Good boy." She pulled his arm through one loop, fixed it above his elbow, and then fixed a second loop near his wrist. She repeated the procedure on his other arm, and a similar one on his legs, then stood back to examine it.

"Okay, Misha, can you walk over to me?"

He wasn't sure if he could or not - the harness was an interesting bit of work, to be sure. He had seen things like it on ferals before, but had never fully understood their purpose until now. He took a shaky step, and felt various pieces of the harness pulling in different directions. With Savanna's encouragement, he slowly gained his bearings walking around the house in it. It took some getting used to, but once he fell into a more typical four-legged gait it all seemed much more comfortable. It also meant that moving bipedally, or even doing something as simple as sitting in a chair, would be functionally impossible thanks to the harness straps holding his limbs in a certain configuration. Another tool designed to keep ferals into a position their animalistic minds could more easily process, to avoid injuring themselves.

He turned his head and looked at the vest-like harness section around his chest, with "FERAL" written in big bold letters on either side, just in case there was any confusion for anyone who saw him.

"Good boy, Misha! You're doing so well, getting used to your new harness." Savanna patted him on the head. "There, see, it's not so scary, is it?" He flushed, but couldn't stop his tail wagging.

"Oh, no, is that the time already? We need to get going or we'll be late. Here, one last thing," she said, pulling something else out of the pet store bag.

She hadn't said anything about this - she reached out for his face, but he turned away and took a few awkward steps back. "Come on Misha, it's just a muzzle. It's perfectly normal for ferals to wear in public. It will make people more comfortable around you - you don't want to cause a scene, do you?"

Misha squeezed his eyes closed. She did have a point: it would help him blend in as a feral better, and people were often nervous about unmuzzled ferals in public. He finally opened his eyes again and looked up at her, then turned his head back and held it out for her.

Her eyes lit up, and she squealed happily. "Oh, good boy, Misha! Such a good boy, aren't you," she crooned as she slipped the muzzle over his face and snapped it behind his head. It was snug, but not tight. It didn't restrict his breathing, but it would be absolutely impossible to speak - and also impossible to use his mouth to tear off any of the other accessories he was fitted with. At this point, he was entirely at the mercy of someone else to remove them.

He whimpered a bit, growing more uncertain about the whole adventure, but Savanna gave him a small kiss right on the tip of his exposed snout. "Aw, you look so handsome, Misha, I can't wait to show you off to everyone."

He felt conflicted emotions at that thought, but before he could begin to disentangle them, Savanna clipped the new double-ended leash she had bought onto his collar and harness - another top-of-the-line product she had purchased just for him.

"Come on, Misha! We can't be late for your big day!"

She pulled the front door open, and he shakily followed after her, still adjusting to all his new accoutrement. Fortunately for Misha, it was a quiet time of day - most people would either be at work, or in class, and he would only have to be in public from the house to Savanna's car, and then the car to the vet. Hardly anyone would-

"Hey, Savanna! Who's this, I didn't know you had a pet!"

Misha's heart sank. It was Savanna's next door neighbor - being the introverted type he had never bothered to speak to any of her neighbors, but they had definitely seen him around before.

Savanna just laughed and ruffled his head. "He's not really mine, I'm just helping take care of him. C'mon boy," she said, tugging gently on the leash. "Come say hi to Liz!"

Misha hesitantly followed along behind her to greet Liz at the sidewalk. Liz leaned down to get a better look while he hid behind Savanna's legs. "Aw, he's... quite shy, isn't he?" Liz said, with a curious look on her face.

"He doesn't get much opportunity to meet strangers, but I'm going to start trying to socialize him more."

"Right..." Liz said. She straightened, but kept staring at Misha oddly. He tried to shrink further behind Savanna's legs. Oh god, she knows. "He, um... looks a bit like that boy who's been coming around, doesn't he?"

"Oh..." Savanna looked around conspiratorially, then placed her hand on Misha's head and lowered her voice sheepishly. "This is... actually his brother, Misha."

Misha jerked his head up to look at Savanna, and Liz's eyes went wide with sudden comprehension and embarrassment. "Oh dear, uh... a feral in the family? Well, they do say it can happen, but..."

"Oh but, please, don't tell anyone, right? You understand."

Liz cleared her throat. "Of course, I wouldn't think of telling anyone."

Misha lowered his head and whined quietly. He could hear from Liz's voice that she would never keep it to herself. Ferals could just pop up, of course - there was a 50-50 chance, provided one of the parents was a true quadrupedal animal. Not only would he now have to use a fake name when he wasn't pretending to be a feral, but soon everyone in the neighborhood would think that one of his parents had fucked an animal, and that his real self was half-feral as well.

"Well, good for you for being so open-minded. Still," Liz was saying, "He must be a lot of work."

"Oh, it's not hard. He's just a big puppy really, I'm happy to help take care of him. We're just going to the V-E-T, aren't we boy?" Misha hunched further into himself, and Savanna gave him a pat on the head. "Aw, poor thing. Well, we need to be going, or we'll be late for the appointment."

Liz nodded absently, and Misha could imagine that she was already trying to decide who to call with the news first. "Sure, don't let me keep you. Bye, Misha," she said sweetly, and leaned down to look at him again. "You be a good boy for Savanna, okay?"

--

Misha's mind was still racing when they pulled up to the vet's office. He was laying down in the backseat of Savanna's car, and didn't even realize they had arrived until she turned the engine off.

"Alright boy, ready to get out?"

Misha sat up and waited for Savanna to open the back door, and felt anxiety tighten his chest with each passing second. The door finally opened, but before he could step out Savanna knelt down in front of him and stared at him face to face.

"I love you, Misha," she said, and rubbed her snout against his muzzle. "This is for the best, okay?"

Misha huffed quietly, and nuzzled back. He could do this. For her, he could do it.

--

There were several other people in the reception area at the vet, all waiting with their pets. He could feel a few eyes staring at him, but he did his best to hide himself behind Savanna's legs and avert his gaze.

"So he isn't registered yet?" the receptionist was asking.

"No, that's another reason we're here today. All I really know is that he seems to be about twenty. I've only had him a few months - it was a bit of a rescue situation, I don't think the person I got him from knew how to take care of him."

Misha wasn't sure if Savanna was trying to dig at him with that comment or not, but he found himself flushing anyway.

"Poor dear," the receptionist said, typing a few notes into her computer. "We see it all too often. Well, he's lucky you came along then. Just fill out this paperwork for me so we can have him registered, and we'll call you when the doctor's ready."

Savanna walked to one of the lobby's seats with Misha in tow, and he sat down between her legs, trying to avoid the curious gaze of the other owners. There were a variety of other animals paying a variety of attention to him as well, and sitting across the lobby from him was another feral - a real feral he immediately corrected himself. The feral was male, at least a decade older than him, and a bit paunchy. His owner, a middle-aged fox, idly scratched his neck. The feral's tongue lolled out as he slowly gazed around the room, and eventually settled glassy eyes on Misha. Misha shivered and looked away from the empty expression, realizing he had been staring intently for the past couple minutes.

"You're in the way Misha, lay down," Savanna said, pressing down gently on his back. Misha sank to the floor reluctantly, trying not to think about how many animals had also laid in this exact same spot, while Savanna filled out the paperwork above him.

--

"Okay," said the vet, a broad german shepherd, as he tapped on the metal examination table. "Let's get Misha up on the table for a better look."

Misha looked up at Savanna helplessly, who said, "Oh, he's not very good at jumping up. He'll probably need some help."

The vet grinned, obviously happy for the opportunity to show off, and knelt down. "Oh, that's not a problem. C'mere buddy, be a good boy, alright?"

Misha whimpered quietly as the vet hooked thick arms under his stomach and chest, and easily lifted him up and onto the table. Misha shivered, but otherwise stood still on the table.

"Oh wow, you're so strong!" Savanna said, and Misha's ears flattened further against his head.

The vet laughed and patted Misha's rump, which made him flinch. "No, he's not that big. He's very well behaved, though, for a feral."

Savanna stepped up to the table and rubbed her paws along the sides of Misha's face, and stared into his eyes as she said, "Well, he can be a bit naughty sometimes, but I love him anyway."

There was a clacking and the sound of plastic rustling behind him, and then the vet said, "Can you keep him distracted for me? Just need to take his temperature."

Misha went wide-eyed, and as the vet forcibly lifted his tail Savanna wrapped her arms snugly around his neck and rubbed his back. There was a cold sensation under his tail, then the thin probe of a thermometer was inserted into his rectum. He whined, but Savanna just kept rubbing and said, "Good boy, Misha, it'll be over soon, good boy."

A few seconds later there was a beep, and the probe was unceremoniously yanked out. The vet gave him another rough pat on the rump and said, "Okay, good temperature. I see you've been using a feral cage, too?"

"Yes," Savanna answered, "I heard it was the best way to control his, um... urges."

There was a rough touch on his testicles as the vet examined them, and tweaked the cage to examine its fit. "Well, the effectiveness can vary, but in the short term they can work well enough. So, what's he eating?" the vet asked, still groping his genitals.

Misha closed his eyes and whimpered, trying to focus on Savanna's touch and ignore everything else as the exam continued.

--

Misha rested his head in Savanna's lap, occasionally sighing loudly around the muzzle while she softly rubbed her paws over his ears. He had been poked and prodded from all angles, and even had his blood drawn. He was exhausted, and they hadn't even gotten to the dental cleaning yet. At least he had a bit of a break right now, while the vet was out of the room.

About fifteen minutes after he had left, the vet walked back in. "Good news, the bloodwork looks great, so we're good to go ahead."

Savanna smiled and stood up, and Misha looked around uneasily. "Great, so what's next?"

The vet knelt down again. "Well, first let's get him back up on the table."

Misha resigned himself to being lifted again, and laid down wearily when he was on the metal exam table again.

Please just brush my teeth and get it over with.

"Can you hold his head again for me?"

Savanna once again wrapped her arms around his neck, blocking his view of the vet. He looked up at her questioningly, then felt the vet grab his front paw. There was the cold sensation of alcohol, and he closed his eyes reflexively. Why were they drawing more blood? There was the sharp pinch of a needle, larger this time, followed by an uncomfortable sensation under his skin. He whined quietly, and then felt tape being wrapped around his arm. Why did he need such a large bandage?

"Okay, IV's in."

Misha's eyes flew open, and he tried to jerk away. What the hell are they doing to me?

"Careful boy!" Savanna said, holding onto him tighter. The vet quickly jumped into action too, grabbing his rear and holding him in place - between the two of them, the feral harness, and the boots on his paws, all he could do was scrabble uselessly on the metal tabletop.

"Easy boy, easy," Savanna whispered, burying her face in his neck. He whined loudly and tried to speak, to protest whatever they were planning, but all that came out through the muzzle was garbled whimpering and yelps. "Everything's fine, I told you I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, right?"

He gradually slowed his struggling, mostly because he realized he wasn't going to get anywhere, but continued trying to form something like intelligible noise. "Shhhh, it's okay," Savanna cooed, and pulled her head back to look him in the eyes. She looked down at him lovingly, and he couldn't help but feel a bit reassured by it. He managed to rein himself back to quiet whimpers. "They're just going to put you to sleep for a little while to take care of you, and I'll be right there for you when you wake up, okay?"

She kissed him gently right between his eyes, and after one last soft whine he went silent.

Savanna looked at the vet, who was still securing Misha's back half. "Sorry, doctor," she said, "He gets real worked up sometimes. I've only had him for a few months, but if anything happened to him..."

"It's okay, ma'am, we'll take good care of him," he said.

After a moment Misha felt the vet let go, and Savanna wrapped her arms around his neck again, once more blocking his view as the shepherd walked back around the table. This time Misha didn't struggle as he felt his arm being grabbed, but he did allow himself a last whine and a pleading look at Savanna, who just smiled at him reassuringly.

There was another strange sensation in his arm, which he realized was the vet injecting him with something. He gasped, feeling panic start to set in again, but it was almost immediately smoothed away by a new fuzziness in his head. He felt his body going limp, as an irresistible sleepiness washed over him.

"Good boy..." Savanna whispered as his head went limp in her arms, and he felt her gently lower it to the table. "I love you, Misha. Good boy."

"He'll be just fine," he heard the vet saying distantly. "You made the right decision, and I think you'll find he's much better behaved when you take him home."

Yes, Misha found himself thinking as he finally drifted off. I'll be a good boy.

--

"Hi Misha! Hi boy!"

Misha felt his tail wagging, tried to take a step and felt something constraining his movement, stumbled slightly. Where was he?

"Aww, my poor boy, are you still sleepy?"

Sleepy? Yes, he was very sleepy. He tried to look around, find the source of the voice that was like a ray of sunshine cutting through his cloudy, wooly mind. Everything was so bright, so blurry. His throat hurt, his stomach hurt, his neck hurt, and his limbs all felt bound up. He took another step and felt himself stumble.

"Oh, Misha!"

A deep voice chuckled somewhere above him. "He's okay, don't worry, ma'am. Everything went perfectly. He's still shaking off the effects of anesthesia, but in a few hours he'll be feeling much better."

The voice filled him with a distant sense of... anger? Fear? He was too tired to think about it - especially when there was the much nicer sensation of someone scratching his ears to focus on.

"So he doesn't need a cone?"

There was another laugh. "No, ma'am, he wouldn't be flexible enough to get at it - he'll need to keep the harness, mitts, and this special muzzle on to be safe though, for at least a week. You'll have to watch his back, too. We put the microchip in right between his shoulders. You've got his medicine?"

"Yes - three times a day, right?"

"That's right. And if you have any questions or concerns, you can either call me or just bring him in."

There was a faint wet sensation on his head, and he cracked an eye to see Savanna's face looming over him.

"Hey boy," she said, and he felt his tail thumping against the ground somewhere a hundred miles away. "Let's get you home, okay?"

--

Misha woke up whimpering. His entire body felt like it had been put through a ringer - he was too weak to move, and just shivered in place. He realized he was lying on a bed, and then something soft was pulled over him, and he felt himself being held gently.

"Suh... vuh...?" he tried to whisper, but found his mouth was still bound by a muzzle.

"Shhh, it's okay boy," he heard Savanna say behind him. She nuzzled into his ear. "I'm here. You're home, safe and sound, like I promised."

He tried to lift a heavy arm to rub his aching throat, but found it was still bound by a harness. Savanna reached over him and placed a paw on his arm, gently pushed it back down in place.

"Just stay still boy. Here," she said softly, and her arms lifted, followed by a rattling noise behind him. Something meaty and bitter smelling was held in front of his nose. "Take this, it will help with the pain."

He couldn't open his mouth much with the muzzle in place, but it was just loose enough for him to stick his tongue out between his teeth and take the tablet Savanna held there. It had an unpleasant, acrid taste, but he chewed it as well as he could and swallowed, hoping it would help his aching body.

"Good boy. Now just go back to sleep. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I love you, Misha."

Misha just moaned quietly and slowly drifted off again.

--

He had no idea how long he had slept for, but the next time he woke up there was bright sunlight filtering through the window. His mind was hazy, but he slowly realized he was alone on the bed. He felt a moment of panic, and weakly thrashed in place, trying to stand up. He must have made enough noise for Savanna to hear, because she rushed into the room a few moments later and gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Easy, boy, easy. You've been out for a while. You're probably sore, you wouldn't wake up for your last pill. Here, take it now," she said, holding out another for him.

He gratefully licked it up, and then sniffed - he could smell food in the other room. Savanna gently rubbed his head.

"You hungry? I bet you are, you haven't eaten in over a day. Come on, I've got a nice bowl of chicken ready for you."

Misha gingerly slid off the bed to the floor, and leaned against Savanna for support. He looked up at her blearily for a moment, briefly wondering if she would let him out of the harness now, but then his stomach growled loudly and he was suddenly overwhelmed by how hungry he was.

Savanna laughed. "That's what I thought. Let's go, I'll help you walk," she said, and gently led him to the kitchen.

There was a new metal dog bowl on the floor, overflowing with finely minced chicken. She had made him eat off the floor before, but it had always been off a normal plate - the bowl must have been another new purchase. He was too hungry to feel embarrassed, he just lowered his mouth and began awkwardly licking up the chicken a bit at a time.

Despite his best efforts, between the muzzle and his half-drugged stupor it was just too difficult to eat cleanly, and nearly half of the chicken ended up on the floor around the bowl. He licked his lips, trying and failing to think clearly, and glanced at Savanna. She had her back turned to him, wrapped up in something else. His stomach rumbled again, and almost before he realized it, he found himself licking the chicken off the floor.

A few minutes later when all the scraps had been cleaned up, he lifted his head, feeling well-sated. The medicine was starting to kick in again, his head filling back up with soft warm wool. There was a pinging sound, and he reflexively looked around, recognizing it as the notification sound from his phone.

"Good boy," Savanna said, and rubbed between his ears. He leaned into the petting, tail thumping lazily, phone forgotten immediately. "Make sure you have some water, too, I need to respond to this"

She slid a large metal water dish next to the food bowl, then began swiping at his phone. Misha lapped the water up eagerly as all thoughts slowly slipped away again.

--

Misha eventually came back to his senses some time later, laying on the couch with his head in Savanna's lap while she watched television. The painkillers were doing an adequate job of keeping the worst of the pain at bay, and he tried to close his eyes again and sink back into the comfortable fog he had just woken up from, but there was an undeniable dull itchiness near his groin that was growing increasingly hard to ignore. He shifted his hind legs, flinching a bit as it sent a small twinge of pain through his stomach, but the itch wouldn't go away.

"What is it Misha, you need to go out again?"

The itching grew more uncomfortable, and he squirmed around, pulling one of his hind legs up and trying to reach down with a front paw to rub it.

"Hey, careful," Savanna said, gently holding him in place. "You'll tear your stitches."

Stitches? The word rolled meaninglessly through Misha's drugged mind while he continued trying to scratch the insistent itch.

"Misha, hey - no!" Savanna said, grabbing his foreleg forcefully before he could reach his stomach with it. "Please, you have to be careful."

Careful of what? Why does she sound so worried?

He stopped trying to struggle free of her grasp, but the itch was unbearable. He whimpered in discomfort and managed to twist onto his side. He craned his head to look down to his crotch, at the source of the itching.

"You okay Misha?"

Misha blinked slowly, trying to process what he was looking at. There was a short, reddish, stitched incision along his lower abdomen, just above his sheath - and below, his scrotum dangled flat and empty. The shock of the view had completely taken his mind off the itch, but he could also feel his grip on the moment slipping away from him. Some dim part of his brain felt that he should be angry, but he couldn't seem to muster the emotional response for it. Instead, there was a vague sense of... disappointment, maybe.

"What's the matter? Is it sore?" Savanna asked.

Misha turned his head to look up at Savanna, and all he could do was whimper pitifully.

"My poor baby," she said, and softly kissed his head. "It's all for the best, you'll see."

Misha laid his head back down and sighed heavily. His mind was too fuzzy to grapple with this right now. When Savanna pulled out another tablet for him, he closed his eyes and gratefully took it.

--

The next week passed in a blur. Misha faded in and out of awareness - eating, cuddling with Savanna, using the yard, staring at his crotch for long minutes... once even lazily eating out Savanna while she worked on homework.

Misha awoke on the ground at the foot of the bed - at some point Savanna had decided to stop spoiling him by letting him in the bed with her. Yesterday had been the follow-up trip to the vet, although all he could clearly remember was being in the car, and Savanna singing along to the radio. He sighed contentedly at the memory, then heard movement from the bed above him.

Savanna stretched tiredly and yawned, then sat up and leaned over the end of the bed to look down at Misha. He looked up at her and wagged his tail.

"How are you feeling, boy?"

Misha sat up, tail wagging even harder, and Savanna smiled down at him before wrapping her arms around him tightly. He had been off the medicine for a day now, and his mind was clearing up. Still, even though he knew he should be angry, hurt, horrified about what she had done to him... when that beautiful face looked down at him like that, when she scratched his head, called him a good boy, it all melted away.

"I love you, Misha," she said, and he knew she meant it.

--

A few weeks later, Misha was laying on the couch with Savanna watching television. He hadn't worn the harness or muzzle except when she decided to take him out in public, but he almost never had a desire to stand upright anymore, and only did so when he had to. He also found that he was enjoying a less hormonal mindset - he was more patient, and enjoyed these quiet moments with Savanna even more than before. It also helped curb his urge to speak: if he wanted something, he just had to be a little bit more patient before Savanna figured it out. He could sit by the back door to be let out, or nudge his food bowl to be fed, or simply lay at her feet if he wanted attention, and eventually she would figure out what he wanted to tell her.

The television switched over to a commercial, and Savanna gently lifted his head to stand up. "Be right back boy, just stay here," she said, and walked towards the bathroom.

Misha settled back down on the couch and closed his eyes, content to wait for her return. He knew that his newfound discipline made Savanna happy, and that thought filled him with such pride that he couldn't imagine ever going back.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door clicked open again. Misha glanced over to watch her, and instantly perked up. She was standing in the doorway, nude from the waist down, and eyeing him mischievously.

"Hey Misha, you wanna play?"

--

Misha hungrily lapped at Savanna's cunt, and she rubbed his head as she gasped and moaned in pleasure. "Oh, Misha, your tongue!" she cried, grinding her mound into his nose to encourage him to go deeper for a few licks, and he happily obliged. There was a distant stirring in his groin, more of a memory of lust than anything else, but what really spurred him on was the deep feeling of satisfaction that pleasing Savanna brought to his chest. She squealed loudly, and his chest swelled even further.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Savanna said breathlessly a short time later. She pulled his snout away from her puffy lips, and he stared up at her in confusion, tongue still hanging out. He knew she hadn't orgasmed yet, had he done something wrong?

Savanna smiled at his expression, and kissed him properly on the lips for the first time in weeks. "You're such a good boy, Misha, but I want more than your tongue today. I want you in me."

Misha went wide-eyed, then furrowed his brow in confusion again. Savanna laughed and slid down to the floor next to him, running a paw down his side and rubbing gently along his stomach. To Misha's surprise, the distant stirring he had felt suddenly grew a lot closer. "What, did you think you couldn't? I know you've still got it, boy. Roll over, let me show you how to-"

There was a knock at the front door, and Savanna sighed sheepishly. "Sorry boy, let me get that and I'll be right back."

Misha's head whirled as Savanna stood up, and he watched her pull on a baggy pair of exercise pants with a suddenly renewed hunger. He quietly padded to the bedroom doorway after Savanna left, and stuck his head out to watch as she opened the door to someone he couldn't see.

"Oh, Savanna, thank goodness you're home!" said a harried voice from outside, which Misha recognized with a distant twinge of annoyance.

"Liv? What's wrong, who's this?"

There was a light chain-rattling sound, and Liv said, "This is my sister's dog, I was supposed to watch him for the day, but I've had a bit of an emergency. My advisor just called me and said I need to sort out something with my classes by the end of the day or I won't get my full credits for the semester, can you please look after him for a few hours?"

Misha reflexively shrank back in the doorway - he still wasn't comfortable around other ferals or actual dogs.

"I'm not sure, Liv, I've got Mish here and he's kinda..."

"Oh, they'll be fine, listen - Gunny here's a big softie, he's great with other dogs. And you said you wanted to socialize Misha better, didn't you?"

"Well... I did, but-"

There was another rattling, and then Liv hurriedly said, "Oh, thank you so much Savanna! He already ate and all, so you just need to keep an eye on him. I gotta run, I'll call you when I'm on the way back!"

Misha heard rapid footsteps outside, and then the click of untrimmed nails on the floor followed by the door closing. Misha swallowed, and slowly inched further out of the bedroom until he could see everything.

Savanna was kneeling down next to a large rottweiler, who was panting happily as he examined his new surroundings. Misha and the new dog both froze when they saw each other, and Savanna tightened her grip on the rottweiler's leash.

"It's okay, Misha. He'll just be here for a little while - do you wanna come say hi?"

The rottweiler stood up in anticipation as Misha took a step closer, tail wagging furiously. He started to hop in place, but calmed back down and just stood waiting when Misha froze again, seemingly sensing his apprehension. Well, at least the new dog seemed friendly enough. Misha slowly walked the rest of the way over, and the two dogs took the opportunity to sniff each other's faces.

"Good boy, Misha. Good boy, Gunny," Savanna said cheerfully, patting the rottweiler on the side. Misha felt a twinge of jealousy, but forced it down as Savanna stood up and continued to chaperone their introduction.

Gunny circled around Misha and sniffed at his rear, and Misha's ears flattened. He still hadn't gotten used to this part. Still, he did as he was expected, circling around Gunny as well - and felt another stab of jealousy as he came to the realization that this dog hadn't been neutered.

"Okay, boys," Savanna said after a moment, pulling Gunny's leash gently back to separate them. "Sorry, Gunny, we can play with you later. Me and Misha were in the middle of something."

Savanna gave Misha a playful grin, and Misha felt all of his jealousy evaporate.

--

*Neutered Sex*

"How's that feel, boy?"

Misha whined and writhed in pleasure. He was on his back, and Savanna was kneeling over him, slowly caressing his sheath and empty sack. She squeezed his cock through his sheath, and then gently pulled it down. Misha shivered as his tip was exposed for the first time since he was neutered, and then gasped aloud as Savanna gave it a warm, wet lick. She giggled and wrapped her lips around it, suckling softly as she continued working his sheath with her paw.

Misha let out a high pitched moan. He was still in disbelief, but he couldn't deny the sensation of his cock swelling, filling Savanna's mouth. Her tongue rippled along his growing length, sending blinding waves of ecstasy along his spine, and he fought the urge to start humping. As good as it felt, he knew it was important to remain disciplined.

Savanna hummed sweetly as she suckled, and started rolling her tongue around his cock, occasionally pausing to lap at his tip. She squeezed the base of his cock as Misha stiffened, and with a few more strokes Misha felt his knot slip free of his sheath and inflate. He sighed, feeling a white bubbling ecstasy slowly fill his mind, and then suddenly the sensation on his cock was gone. He opened his eyes, looking down to see why she had stopped. Savanna licked her lips seductively, and then turned around, dropping onto all fours.

"Wanna put that thing to better use, boy?" she said, and reached one paw back to spread her glistening pussy.

It was all the invitation Misha needed - he rolled to his feet, and gently mounted his owner, wrapping his front legs tightly around her waist.

"Let me know if you need me to-" Savanna started to say, then gasped, which ended in a long, satisfied moan. Misha felt more in control of himself than ever - even though he had only done this once before, his mind was clear of hormonal lust. He smoothly lined himself up, and steadily sank his swollen cock into Savanna's waiting depths.

He basked in the warm, slick, inviting sensations around his member - he was eager to begin thrusting, but patient enough to wait for Savanna to adjust and start pushing back at him first. "Oh, god, good boy, Misha," she moaned, and a feeling better than any orgasm filled his body. He was a good boy.

He started thrusting, slowly at first, but as Savanna began moaning and squealing louder he picked up the pace. It was far different than the last time he had been inside her: the pleasure was still there, but at a slight remove. Without the insistence of his testicles, their need to fill a hole, he felt completely lucid. Overall, he found the experience much more enjoyable.

He rode Savanna thoughtfully, varying his pace and positioning, and his efforts were rewarded as she cried out, or reached back over her shoulder and clutched desperately at his neck. Her velvety walls opened up greedily for him, every wet thrust splashing more of her arousal onto the floor beneath them.

"Oh... fuck..." Savanna moaned shakily, barely able to get the words out. She sounded more desperate than Misha had ever heard. "Remember... no... knot..." she gasped, and then squealed again, grinding her face into the floor.

If he was in this position a few months ago, Misha would have considered gloating. However, all he thought of now was pushing Savanna over that peak. He knew she was close. He adjusted his grip once again, pulling her hips up and dropping his waist.

"Hey- carefu-" Savanna tried to say, but her voice quickly devolved into panting squeals of delight. Misha carefully measured his thrusts, pounding into her rapidly, mashing his knot tantalizing into her clit at the apex of every thrust but never going far enough to squeeze it in. Her walls spasmed wildly around him, and he enjoyed the feeling of her cunt trying fruitlessly to milk his cum. Savanna reached back again, wrapped an arm tight around his neck as her panting grew faster, and in turn so did his thrusts.

He didn't slow down as she started crying out in climax - he knew he could take her higher. He kept thrusting, grinding his knot into her clit as her body shook, and finally she couldn't hold back anymore and screamed out loud, pulling down so tight on his neck that he was afraid he would slip and accidentally knot her after all. He finally slowed down, settling into slow circular thrusts that still rubbed against her clit, guiding her down slowly.

After some time, she released her hold on his neck. Her entire body was quivering. She laid her head down on her arms and hunched her back, tenderly slipping her cunt off of Misha's still-hard shaft. She gasped quietly as it left, and Misha carefully dismounted, letting her roll onto her side and pant quietly to recover.

He bent his head down and sniffed at her soaked cunt, enjoying the scent, until she shifted her position to reach a paw down towards him. He pushed his head into it eagerly, and she scratched his head shakily a few times before dropping her arm again. "Good boy," she murmured, then looked down his body towards his still-erect cock. "Next time... I'll make sure you get off too..."

Misha cocked his head thoughtfully. He hadn't even realized it in the middle of everything, but he hadn't actually cum. He quietly padded over to Savanna's head and leaned down - she was already fast asleep. He gave her a gentle lick under the jaw, and she murmured happily but didn't wake up.

Misha considered his options carefully. He didn't want to wake Savanna, she had been studying hard the past few days and was now doubly exhausted from their long fucking. On the other hand, someone needed to keep an eye on the other dog in the house - Misha was pretty sure he could manage that, but it would mean opening doors, which he knew Savanna didn't like. He watched her sleeping peacefully for a few moments, then quietly sighed and lifted a paw to open the bedroom door as silently as possible, leaving her to sleep.

*Bestiality Begins*

Gunny was lying in the living room, but he perked up and immediately bounded over when Misha walked into the room. Misha did his best to bring Gunny's energy back to a manageable level by simply acting subdued himself, and it seemed to work. After his initial burst of energy, Gunny calmed down and began pacing. Misha glanced at the back door - he would let himself and Gunny out, then maybe play with the other dog for a little while before waking up Savanna.

Gunny sniffed around Misha's backside. He seemed even more interested now than before, and Misha didn't have to guess why. Smell that? he thought smugly. You may still have your balls, but I'm the one who took a female tonight.

Misha turned towards the back door, preening in the knowledge that without a bitch of his own, Gunny's testicles were useless enough that he may as well be neutered too. He was halfway to the door when a sudden weight on his back nearly sent him sprawling to the ground.

In hindsight, perhaps Misha should have allowed himself to fall completely, but it was far too late for that now. Gunny had leapt onto his back, and had his forelegs wrapped tightly around Misha's waist. Misha immediately recognized what was happening and scrambled to get away, but the Rottweiler was far stronger, and far better suited for maneuvering on four limbs. He kept Misha held firmly in place while his claws scrabbled uselessly on the tiles, and growled deeply.

Misha instantly froze at that growl - it was intimidating, and it struck at something deep in his instinctual core. His mind raced for an avenue of escape, but that moment of indecision was all the big dog needed.

Gunny knew what he was doing. He could smell it all over Misha - he knew she was a fertile bitch in need of breeding, and he knew just what to do about it. He had done it many times before. He hunched his hips once, twice, a third time, and found a purchase.

Misha's eyes flew open at the sudden burning pain under his tail as the tip of Gunny's cock pierced his virgin ring. He yelped once sharply and tried again to yank out of the dog's grasp, but Gunny growled again, even more threateningly, and Misha froze. He forced his mouth closed in fear of what the large dog would do, and his yelps of pain turned into a muffled, whimpering whine.

Gunny wasted no time in getting to work. Once he had the tip of his cock securely planted in his bitch, he shuffled forward to give himself even more leverage and began rocking his hips in short thrusts to force himself deeper. The bitch under him whimpered and cried quietly, weakly trying to pull away, but Gunny just tightened his grip on her waist to hold her in place.

Misha clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes tight, trying to keep his pained cries as quiet as possible to avoid angering the large dog on his back. The beast's cock was wedged just a couple inches into his ass, and without the aid of any lubrication, every thick millimeter that was forced into him was a fiery lance of pain. Gunny's powerful hips drove those few inches back and forth, and Misha clamped down as hard as he could to stop him from shoving his way any further.

Gunny growled in frustration above him, unable to gain the satisfaction he desired. Misha stifled a sniffle, feeling tears of shame and pain stinging his eyes. If he could just hold out for a little bit longer, Gunny would probably get frustrated and give up, and this would be nothing more than a shameful memory.

There was a sound from the other room, and Misha's heart nearly burst from his chest. Savanna must have been roused by the sound of the rape. "Mish?" Savanna called groggily, voice muffled through the door. He ground his teeth, pleading with her to stay in the room, not to witness his humiliation. Gunny just kept driving his hips, panting as he wedged the tip of his cock back and forth in Misha's tight hole.

The noise from the bedroom continued, and then there was the sound of running water from the shower. Misha exhaled through gritted teeth, thankful for Savanna's habitual post-coital shower. At that moment he felt it: a quick, warm spurt in his bowels. The first shot of Gunny's precum.

It wasn't much, but it was enough lubricant for the dog's cock to sink another couple inches into his ass no matter how hard he clenched. As it speared into him, the tip of Gunny's cock rubbed over his prostate. Misha half-yelped, half-moaned in a mixture of pain and confused, electric pleasure. He'd never tried anal play before, and had never expected a sensation like that. In his surprised state he momentarily stopped clenching around Gunny's thick cock, and it slid even further in.

Misha yelped again, and there was a deep, satisfied rumble from Gunny above him as he finally sank an appreciable length of his rod into his bitch. The Rottweiler shifted his hips up another half-pace, and then continued driving his length forward. Every few thrusts Misha could feel another hot spurt of precum, followed by the sensation of the dog's cock slipping deeper and deeper. Within moments, he had lost the fight. Gunny had pumped enough precum into him to easily lubricate his length and finally allow the beast to truly piston his rod in and out of his bitch. Misha could feel the tip of his own neutered cock slipping free of its sheath, felt it forced more and more erect as each thrust grinded against his prostate.

Misha hung his head and panted out a high whine, fighting off the waves of pleasure that were now coursing through his own cock. He knew that nothing short of external help would get Gunny off his back at this point, but as much as he didn't want to be filled with this beast's cum, he still wasn't sure if he could face the prospect of Savanna seeing him like this. The decision was made for him a moment later, when he felt Gunny's knot bump up under his tail.

Without a thought, Misha yapped and whined loudly in surprise. He hadn't wanted to think about the possibility that the Rottweiler might tie with him until now, but now that knot demanded his attention, and it felt enormous! Misha heard the sound of shower curtains being drawn, and then Savanna calling, "Misha? You okay out there?"

Misha swallowed, and knew he didn't have a choice. He opened his mouth to call for help, but all that came out was a small, strangled yelp as Gunny bit down on the scruff of his neck with a low growl. Misha whimpered in fear, but otherwise remained silent. After a few seconds he heard the shower curtains again, and the sound of Savanna continuing her shower.

Gunny was close to his goal, and he could feel it. This bitch had fought and struggled more than most, but in the end he knew he would claim her. His knot bumped threateningly against her folds with every thrust, but he couldn't gain enough leverage to force it in. He reached down with his jaws to grip her scruff to better hold her in place, then pulled his bitch back with his forelegs as he took another short step forward. He would tie this bitch, one way or the other.

Misha gasped and panted helplessly under the strong, virile male. His mind was a whirl of sensation and shame. The sharp pain in his neck, the fiery soreness in his ass, the tingling pleasure of his prostate being hammered, the humiliation of being turned into an animal's bitch, the strange feeling of rightness that came into sharper relief with every thrust. He couldn't look down at himself with Gunny's jaws clamped on his neck like this, but he knew his own cock was fully erect now, leaking thin fluid on the floor beneath him. He was gradually coming to the realization that his rightful place was this, to be used. Not just by Savanna, but by anyone and anything that decided to take him.

Misha stopped resisting. He no longer tried to clench down to hold Gunny out - he relaxed his ass as much as he could, gasping and whimpering his pleasure in time as the large dog humped him further into submission. The large knot pressed against his anal ring, teasing him with the prospect of a tie. He could feel himself stretching further, and even while he doubted that such a large organ could fit inside him, he found himself hoping it would.

His consciousness became an ocean of sensation. He had thought his castration elevated him above these carnal feelings, but he never could have prepared for an experience like this. Even the pain heightened his hedonistic state. He tugged gently against Gunny's jaws, and squealed in delight as he was rewarded by the dominant male clamping down tighter. As Gunny thrust into him, he pushed back as well as he was able in his locked-down position. He could feel his ring stretching, stretching, stretching around the knot as it grew closer and closer to forcing all the way in.

Finally, he could take it no longer. At the apex of one of Gunny's deeper thrusts, Misha slammed his own hips backwards. Gunny's jaws tightened again briefly, sending another flare of exquisite pain arcing along Misha's brainstem, and they were both finally rewarded by Gunny's massive knot sinking fully into his bitch.

It was too much for Misha. He nearly fainted as he opened his mouth in a whorish moan and a pathetic, thin stream of sterile semen dribbled from his cock. His entire body spasmed at the intensity of his orgasm.

Gunny was close behind - he was almost locked in place, but he continued thrusting as best as he could, rocking his knot inside his bitch. Misha grunted weakly in time, as the increased pressure on his prostate continued to milk out more neutered cum and extended his dizzying climax. Then, with a final quiet growl, Gunny stopped thrusting. Misha felt a jet, and then a torrent of potent cum flood his bowels. He moaned again, long and low, at the sensation of being filled. After the first intense spurts had subsided, Gunny released his jaws from Misha's neck and Misha hung his head heavily, his whole body quivering.

Gunny wasted no time on aftercare. He released his lock on Misha's waist and turned around, cocking one leg over to stand ass to ass with his well-bred, submissive bitch. Misha gasped and whimpered as the motions jerked the large knot inside him, sending another tiny stream of watery cum dripping from his cock. In this position, Misha could feel Gunny's heavy testicles pressing up between his own thighs, invading the empty space where his own sac once hung.

Once the movements had subsided, Misha took several deep breaths. The heady smell of sex was almost mind-numbing, but gradually he felt his wits returning. He picked his head up, and saw Savanna standing several feet away. She was damp from her shower with a towel wrapped around her torso, and she watched him with a small smile on her face, a hungry look in her eyes, and one paw gently rubbing between her legs.

--

One year later

"You okay, Misha? You're doing good, we're almost there."

Misha staggered the few steps from the car, and then held out an arm to Savanna to steady himself. He nodded absently, focusing on keeping his balance. Savanna helped guide him the last few steps to the house, and as soon as the door was closed behind them he sank down gratefully to all fours.

"Oh, Misha, you were such a good boy today!" Savanna said, bending over to shower him with affection. "I know it's hard to walk around on two legs all day and pretend to be a regular fur, but you did such a good job!"

Misha's tail thumped on the floor, and his tongue lolled happily out of his mouth as he basked in Savanna's praise. He didn't like having to go out and pretend like that, but he understood that sometimes his master needed him to do it.

There was an excited yammering from the back of the house, and Misha's ears perked up. He scampered in a circle around Savanna, and then charged to the back door while she laughed. "Who's that out there, huh, Misha?" Savanna teased as she walked towards the back door. "Is that your boyfriend, huh?"

Misha looked expectantly up at Savanna, and then back to the door, where a large male german shepherd was hopping up and down, waiting to be let in. Pilot was Savanna's second pet, a true dog, and - yes - Misha's boyfriend.

Savanna laughed again at her two pets' eagerness. "Okay boys, okay," she said, and slid the door open. The two dogs happily jumped at each other and rolled on the floor with each other for a moment, which quickly devolved into their usual foreplay as both dogs grew more excited at their reunion.

"Misha!" Savanna called, briefly interrupting their ritual. She was sitting on the couch naked, legs spread wide. "C'mere boy," she said, patting her thigh to entice him over.

Misha eagerly bounded over, with Pilot close behind, already hopping impatiently at his rear. Savanna spread her labia with a paw, and Misha happily began to lap at her folds as he lifted his tail for Pilot behind him. He looked up at Savanna's face long enough to see her smiling lovingly down at him, and then moaned as Pilot took him for the first time of the night.

It was not always like this. Sometimes Savanna would take him to a dog park, or dogsit someone else's pet, or even invite one of her kinkier male friends over, and she would watch as they used him like a cock sleeve - and Misha enjoyed those times too, knew that it was only proper for him to be used in that way. But his favorite nights were these. Later they would all eat dinner, and then the two dogs would curl up together at Savanna's feet while she worked on her assignments. It was in those moments of peace that Misha found his true place in the world, when his heart would overflow with the love around him. And right now, he knew he belonged here, between his two masters.