The Weimeraner
I had this idea for a character, but no clue what to do next.
Past the large, pale blue eyes and past the wide muzzle, down hir slender neck, over her thin and shapely shoulders, the dark gray fur coated the Weimeraner's body like liquid, shifting and stretching over her figure, outlining perfectly every dimple and vein. Lean biceps led to slim forearms while, on hir chest, the rotund swells of a pair of heavy bosoms rocked and jiggled with every step. Dark red nipples, each as thick as a coffee mug, capped the titanic orbs, each half twice as big as the Weimeraner's own head. They hung out grandly over hir tight belly, firm and tear-shaped, defying gravity. And there, jutting proudly against hir belly, a generous male endowment, thicker than hir wrist at the base where the fabric of hir sheath clung to a fist-sized knot, only partly swollen. The thick stalk began above that sensitive ball of canine meat, swelling outwards towards the middle, fat and juicy, firm and warm, gradually thinning past the thick-ridged crown, narrowing to a blunt canine tip. It jerked now and then, bobbing against hir belly as shi walked, long enough that the tip would caress the undersides of hir swollen breasts occasionally.
A pair of engorged testicles hung nearly to hir knees, like two overripe cantaloupes in a plastic bag. Roiling, rolling, they fed hir thick red stalk with a steady drizzle of warm, clear pre-cum. The pungent fluid stained hir red meat and gray balls darker shades as production only increased. Thick, powerful thighs, narrow knees, and toned calves rounded out hir build. Shi cocked hir head to the side, let hir long hair fall partly over hir face, obscuring one eye. The Weimeraner peered out with the other, a smile dancing on hir thick, painted lips, which parted to reveal perfect white canines. Hir nostrils flared as shi glanced down, eyeballing the body before hir. One paw slid over hir chest, caressing each nipple in turn before teasing down hir belly. A smoky gray finger, all by its lonesome, presses against the throbbing, angry red tip, before dragging down the top, pushing the meaty appendage down, straight out, more than a solid foot of pulsing, hungry cock. Thick splurts of clear pre-cum squirt out regularly, audibly dripping onto the wooden floor between hir legs.
"Well?" shi asks, widening hir stance a bit. Shi slips a clawtip in-between hir lips and teasingly bites down on it. "Do you like what you see?"
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What happens next?