A question of breeding.
A short story that came to me after reading a story along the same lines.
A lot of my fans will be asking why the collie mad SP wrote a story about poodles.
Well I wanted to do something different and the first thing that comes to mind when you say, rich, canine and breeding is poodles.
If you enjoy the story please comment, after all its the right thing to do.
A question of breeding.
The Poodle hybrid drove up the driveway of the large house, he was used to servicing wealthy clients but even this was richer than he was used to. He was a stud dog, really similar to a feral stud dog. He wasn't a gigolo exchanging sex for money like a human would be doing in his position but rather offering a service. For two months out of the year, during the breeding season when nearly every hybrid girl was either starting their heat cycle or well into it he began his second job. His main job that he did during the other ten months was an architect, not that he didn't enjoy the work, he just got more satiation from helping people have a family. For him it wasn't about the sex, even if that played a part in it . His well groomed white fur in the typical Poodle cut was barely visible under his tailor made suit.
"My first call of the week." He said to himself as he killed the engine.
A lot of female canines that were in a interspecies relationship naturally made pregnancy harder, or in a same sex relationship, which with canines was more common then with humans. The fact the couple was female and making offspring next to impossible meant they needed a compatible stud. Other cases a single bitch wanted children but didn't want a relationship or to be prodded and poked by a doctor and injecting her with what could be anyone's sperm. Over the years Carl had pretty much seen it all.
Most of it was routine but then came the strange cases when a purebred blue blooded bitch wanted her offspring to be just as well bred as her, regardless of what her husband or mate wanted. but those cases were very rare, in Carl's twenty years as a registered stud he had only come across it once. It was a rich female Poodle with breeding and class married to a Doberman. But her family had a clause in the will denying her the family fortune unless she provided a purebred heir. It was certainly interesting to say the least.
As Carl got out of his Porsche and made his way to the large twin doors of the house he made sure he had all the paperwork ready. He rung the bell and waited, a few seconds later a middle aged cream coloured poodle bitch opened the door. She wore a soft blue bikini top and a wrap around skirt.
"You're the stud I ordered?" The Poodle femme asked in a posh tone.
"Yes madam." Carl replied.
"Come in and we'll discus the terms." She said turning and walking back in the house.
Carl followed her, this was normal as 99% of his clients were Poodles just like him, normally with a pedigree as long as his arm. As Carl walked into the living room he saw a male cream Poodle with a brandy in his paw like hand and wearing a nice shirt with a matching pair of shorts. It was then Carl was a little confused, if the male Poodle was her husband or mate then who was he here to breed.
"Have a seat." She said as she pointed to the other sofa as she sat down beside the male Poodle and began to read the contract.
Carl knew what was coming, this anal bitch was going to cross examine him. Every small detail and little piece of information about him hidden within those papers.
"It says here you were checked over by a doctor last month." The poodle femme half asked half accused.
"Its a standard check up and I came up clean, the certificate is in there." Carl answered.
"Very good." She replied as she buried her nose back in the pile of papers.
It was a few minutes before she raised her head again.
"It says we get five mating's for our money?" She asked
"To grantee pregnancy more than one mating is required. The contract entitles you to five mating's that can either be arranged today or when the subject is at their most fertile. If the mating isn't pre-booked I can't grantee I'll be available on that day." Carl explained.
"I understand." The Poodle bitch replied going back to her reading.
About ten minutes she put the paperwork down and looked at the white poodle.
"Strip please." The Poodle femme asked as set the mass of paper work down.
"What here in the living room?" Carl asked to make sure he heard her right.
"I want to make sure we're getting quality before we pay as allowed in the contract." She replied.
Carl knew what part of the contract she was referring to. If the customer or client wanted to check the stud over before payment was agreed it was allowed and more importantly encouraged. The act of examining the sire often put most customers at ease and assured them that the offspring would be of the same high quality.
"That is your right." He said getting up.
As Carl stood up fully he removed his suit jacket folding it as he placed it on the arm of the sofa. His shirt quickly followed and his suit trousers were next to come off and join his shirt and jacket on the sofa arm. Left in only a red skin tight thong that showed the perfect outline of his shaved testicles and five inch sheath, knowing he had to be fully naked Carl pulled on the elastic and tugged the garment down letting it pool at his feet.
Carl stood in their living room as naked as a new born pup while both of them ogled his body. In addiction to being a Poodle hybrid he sported the standard "Poodle cut" that left most of his lower body shaved to the skin. His legs were shaved to the skin leaving only a white pom of fur around each canine looking ankle. His crotch including his sheath and testicles were shaved to the skin. His belly and lower back were also shaved to the skin as well as most of his tail leaving only a white pom on the very tip. What fur he had was trimmed short, he had fine fur on his chest and upper back, just enough to hide the skin beneath. His arms shaved to the skin just like his legs with only a pom on each wrist. Lastly his neck and muzzle was also shaved to the skin with only neatly groomed fur on his head and ears.
"Good muscle tone, healthy fur, limbs look to be proportionate sizes." The Poodle bitch said as she left her seat and moved closer.
Only inches away from his muzzle she started to look him straight in the eye, party to examine his face but to also see if he lacked confidence and turned away from her gaze. Happy with what she saw so far she looked up his nose and pulled back his lips to examine his teeth, she also pulled back his ears and looked inside. She flexed his arms slowly moved down his body.
She skipped his midsection and went down to his digigrade legs checking for muscle tone and any signs of surgery. Happy with his construction and sure he would make a worthy sire she moved onto his rear, a place of interest for any canine.
She gently lifted his tail, first getting a glimpse of the back of his testicles until she raised the tail to the point she could see his anus. She stared at the pink pucker examining it visually for a few seconds, happy with his cleanliness she gave the pucker a gentle poke with her clawed digit making him shudder. Then the Poodle bitch took the next step and shoved her muzzle right under his tail taking a deep sniff as she did so.
"Very good." She mumbled as she moved to his front.
Once she was in position she cupped his well sized testicles giving them a jiggle and a squeeze before moving onto his sheath, and despite the treatment was still mostly flaccid as the lump that was his knot was barely visible. It was then she pulled the skin back over his sheath exposing the pointed red tip of his puppy maker. She wasted no time giving it a sniff and a lick before getting up and facing the other male poodle. Pleased the ridiculously clean poodle was a good example of the breed she gave the other poodle a look.
"He's a worthy sire." She said to him.
"Good, lets introduce them. You will be breeding our daughter and giving us a grandchild." The seated poodle spoke for the first time.
"I need to see her medical paperwork." Carl said as he faced the male poodle still as naked as a puppy.
"Of course." He said as he reached for a stack of papers on a nearby table.
As Carl got handed the papers he glanced at her pedigree and was secretly impressed at her bloodlines. It was then he got to her medical certificate, it was dated nine days ago and stated she was free of any STD's. In Carl's line of work he couldn't be too careful as one careless move could not only end his breeding career but infect him with something life threatening.
Just as he set the mass of papers down the same middle aged poodle bitch came walking in the room with a slightly smaller bitch wearing only a faded pink robe.
"This is Rachel." The older bitch said pointing to the robed poodle by her side.
Before he had a chance to say anything Rachel's ears went down and her head turned away. Carl looked at the poodles femmes and then back at the seated wondering what was wrong, the male poodle coughed and pointed towards Carl's bare crotch indicating he was still nude.
"I'm so sorry." Carl said quickly slipping his thong like underwear back on, although it did little to hide anything.
Carl could tell right away the thirty something bitch was shy and inexperienced, she probably had never seen anything like this before.
"Maybe we should start again. I'm Carl, its a pleasure to meet you Rachel." Carl said extending out his paw like hand in a shake.
"Hello Carl." Rachel said taking his paw clearly still blushing under her fur.
The exchange of pleasantries lasted a few minutes before the older bitch intervened.
"I take it you approve?" The older bitch asked.
"Yeah I do." Rachel answered.
"Great, I'll sign this contract and you add your signature and its legal."
Carl watched as the two poodle femmes signed the paperwork and then handed it to him to add his signature making it a binding document.
"That's all in order, so where we doing this?" Carl asked.
"Rachel's room and I'll be supervising the mating." The older poodle said the last part with force.
"That's fine by me, lead the way." Carl replied.
As the older bitch lead the way upstairs Carl got a brief flash under the wrap around skirt and the large dent in the seat of her bikini bottoms, that was no doubt the dent was made by her Y shaped canine sex. Shaking the image from his head, it was the daughter he was here to breed not the mother. Once at the top of the stairs she guided them inside a bedroom that was clearly Rachel's room.
"Get yourself comfortable." She directed towards Carl as she turned and faced her daughter.
As Carl sat on the edge of the bed he watched as the older poodle moved behind her daughter and began to remove her robe. He found the sight of the mother stripping daughter a highly erotic one. Before long Rachel was as nude as the day she was born, the fur on her body was complete but trimmed short, she didn't have the "Poodle cut" like he did. Her breasts were small, possibly an A cup but her whole body was lean. Then the smell of her heat hit Carl's nose and his gaze turned lower to between her legs, for the time he saw part of her Y shaped pussy. It was so bloated it was pushing her digigrade legs apart a little more than usual, he couldn't see the opening from the front but no doubt once he got behind her he would be able to confirm how badly swollen she was as the Y shaped crease would probably be severely indented. It was then Rachel joined him on the bed just as the older Poodle pulled up a chair and positioned herself so she would have the perfect view. Carl removed his reviling underwear for the second time before facing Rachel.
"How do you want to start?" Carl asked.
"Huh?" Rachel grunted.
"What position do you want? I'll tell you what let me decide." Carl said as he began to lick her muzzle in a romantic way.
Rachel was groaning in a very canine way at Carl's licking, she had been licked by her parents and close family but that was a family lick not the romantic kind that made her whole body tingle. The licking turned to a nuzzle and Carl's male scent quickly filled her nose making the burning between her legs erupt.
Rachel was new to this mating business, it had all gone wrong for her when her first boyfriend forced himself on her. Since then she had been so hurt she didn't want to be near a male, it didn't help she was a shy timid little thing to start with. Over the years there had a been a few female lovers and her trusty vibrator but never a mate or husband, never anyone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It had taken years of therapy and her parents nagging for a grandchild for her to get this far.
It was then Carl's licking and nuzzling moved south to her petite breasts and Rachel fell backwards onto the mattress with her tail wagging. Her swollen spade shaped sex fully exposed as her digigrade legs were splayed out like a normal canine. Carl moved down her belly nuzzling as he went until he was close enough to her Y shaped pussy he could feel the heat it was giving off.
Slowly and carefully he moved closer so his thin canine lips were touching her folds and gingerly he stuck his canine tongue out and gave the indented Y shaped crease a lick. Her juddering told him more than any moan could, that and her smell and her spicy taste.
She was fertile and begging for his knot. Knowing she was eager her moved forward and straddled her body. Rachel laid there perfectly still with only her twitching tail showing any signs of life. It was then Carl lowered himself onto her and his needy shaft rested on her belly. After he fumbled for a while not being in the natural position for dogs to mate his tip finally found her entrance. As the hard tip of Carl's cock parted Rachel's neither lips the bitch moaned in a low tone.
Slowly he worked his way further into Rachel's tight love tunnel. Once he reached the base of his cock, just above his knot, he began to work in and out offering as much pleasure as he could while doing his best to minimize any pain or discomfort. Feeling her powerful virginal muscles clamp down of cock and begin to milk his shaft told him he could speed up. His long slow thrusts replaced with faster shorter ones and the grunting bitch under him wrapping her arms around his back in hug and holding tight.
"He..here.... co..comes my knotttt." Carl grunted in her ear warning her what was coming.
"Re..ady." Rachel grunted back.
Carl carefully thrusted forward pushing his knot past her lips hearing only the slightest complaint from the bitch. It was now the rapid thrusts came as his shaved rear bounced up and down so fast it was nearly a blur. Seconds passed until with a yelp he released his champion sperm into her womb. Panting he laid beside her, not being able to move much until his knot deflated enough for Carl to pull himself free.
Neither of the tied pair noticed the middle aged poodle bitch get up and come closer. She sat on the edge on the and patted her daughter's back.
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About an hour passed, it took that long for his knot to shrink enough for him to pull out and the rest of the time to get himself cleaned up. Although he loved the scent of their love making the smell would no doubt cause a stir once he got in a crowd, not to mention their combined fluids would ruin his suit and possibly the leather trim in his car.
The end.