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“Are we almost there yet?"

“Almost, just relax."

Mia sighed, regardless of her friend's assurance. Her costume was pure white with golden trim matching the halo that hung above her head. Small, faux-feather wings stuck out from her back, fluttering in the late October breeze. Her dirty-blond hair was tied up in a ponytail to keep it from getting caught in her outfit. The paradigm of an angel was greatly challenged by the midriff she was showing, showing off a toned stomach with the hint of abs present.

It had seemed like a fun idea when she saw the model wearing it on the front of the packaging. Never had she ever dressed in such a revealing, risqué outfit, but she hadn't truly been prepared for the attention that it brought with it.

Whereas Mia was dressed as the titular angel, Shannon's outfit relayed a much more infernal attitude. Her outfit was bright red with a set of high heel shoes so thin that she was surprised she hadn't lost her balance already. Her top was little more than a deep v-neck, revealing the lacey, black lingerie she wore under it. She had started with a jacket earlier in the night, but she had decided it ruined the look. A set of devil horns, bat wings, and a spiked tail hanging from a belt loop completed the ensemble.

“He said it was the house with the big, rock sign out front…oh," she stated, chuckling to herself as she pocketed her phone, “it's on the next street over."

They were both only twenty years old, juniors in college. They had met their freshman year when they were paired together as roommates and stuck together ever since. Mia had quickly taken the role of Shannon's caretaker after a few almost disastrous nights. Shannon had a tendency to party too hard. It wasn't solely from a place of charity; Shannon knew how to interact with people, seemingly making friends wherever she went.

Mia envied her for this ability. She was nowhere near as bold as her outfit might have led on.

“So…just stopping in for a few hours, right?" Mia asked, allowing Shannon's shoulder to balance against her. Her arms had crossed over her chest, gently rubbing at her bare skin to try and chase away the chill that had settled in. The last time she looked at the clock, it was already past ten.

“I told you if you don't want to stay you can head back early." Her annoyance with Mia's chaperoning became more apparent each time she mentioned this. It was obvious she wouldn't win this fight with her, but that didn't mean she would stop trying. “I'm not a dumb freshman anymore. You really need to have a drink."

Mia pursed her lips and sighed to herself. They could already see the house in the distance, the prominent rock sign that bore the Greek letters for the only all pokemon fraternity on campus. Mu Omega Nu. It was a tall, three-story brick building that had stood since the town was founded. The bricks had dulled from exposure to the elements, crumbling away in areas that gave it a dilapidated façade of neglect.

Instead of heading for the front door, Shannon began to head around the side of the building. A gravel road led to a small parking lot tucked away against the back of the house, a large garage across missing its door. The glow of cigarettes was present, along with a few scattered calls of greeting from the partygoers that had spilled outwards.

“I think they like your outfit," Shannon whispered to Mia, giving a playful nudge of her elbow into her side.

Above the back deck a single, red light was shining, attracting the attention of anyone that walked past. Shannon was the first to step up, knocking on the door before pushing it open. Bright light flooded the backyard momentarily, and Mia hurried in with her.

They found themselves standing in a small kitchen, the sharp, pungent odor of cleaning supplies permeating the air. The linoleum floors were cracked and yellowed from years of foot traffic, with a few of the kitchen cabinets barely hanging from their brackets. Two pokemon sat in chairs facing the door, a lucario, and an aipom.

“Damn, girl. I didn't think you would ever make it." The lucario spoke first but didn't bother getting up from his seat. He was dressed in a dark brown vest and leather chaps, a fake six-shooter and a length of rope hanging from his sides. He tilted the gaudy cowboy hat he was wearing in a display of courtesy, then grinned at them both. “Didn't know you were bringing a friend."

“Piss off, Krieger. You suck at giving directions." Shannon was quick to respond, before sighing as she walked up to them. “Who's your friend? He's cute."

“This," Krieger stated, placing a hand on the reserved monkey pokemon's head “is my new little bitch. Pledge here thought it would be funny to go spouting off what we do at meetings, so whenever he opens his mouth, I get to sock him in the arm."

“You boys are so stupid." She paused when she heard a few shouts from under her feet and grinned. “Sounds like the party's already getting rowdy."

“Ha! You can say that, already been through two dozen cases…I told them we should have just bought a keg, but last time that happened, we ended up rolling it down Main street." He mimicked a rolling gesture with his hands, even while his eyes roamed Shannon's revealing outfit. “I see I'm not the only one that likes to be bad."

“Remember when I said you were stupid? There's a reason I've never been to one of your parties, you know."

“Stupidity is the epitome of comedy, my dear. I'm going to take credit for finally breaking you down." The lucario's arm crossed over his chest before he made a broad gesture down the hall. “It's the door under the stairs, watch yourself," he nodded towards her high heels “it's really steep."

“I'll be down in like, twenty minutes. I'll have that drink I promised you." He blew a playful kiss in Shannon's direction, before nudging the aipom. “Don't be rude, pledge. Tell the nice ladies to have fun."

The younger pokemon sighed loudly, his eyes darting down to the lucario's closed fist in nervous anticipation. “Have fun, girls." He said, wincing in preparation for the blow. Instead, Krieger patted him on the back, although his strength almost knocked him out of the seat.

“Good boy. Stick to complimenting women and you'll be fine."

Mia was grateful when they could leave the bright lights of the kitchen and headed down the dim hallway. Shannon's soft giggle sounded out, her voice hushed in urgency.

“Isn't he ridiculously adorable?" She breathed softly, sighing under her breath. “Those freaking muscles of his. You should see him in my gym class…if only he were human, mmmph." The dark-haired woman shook her head in lament. “My dad would cut me off if he knew I was doing anything like that."

On campus, pokemon had the same rights as humans. They attended the same classes, participated in the same clubs, and were looked at as equals. Mia wasn't naïve enough to not know that some would be drawn to a more feral lover. The thought had always made her feel…strange, as if it were wrong, although she had quickly come to change that opinion very recently.

“He seems…nice…" Mia chuckling nervously, before reaching up to adjust the placement of her halo. “Have you ever wondered what…it might be like?" The words escaped her mouth before she realized she had even said them. Her face grew as red as Shannon's outfit when the devilish girl stopped, her hand planted on the doorknob.

She seemed amused, looking at her friend curiously and even going so far as to cock her head to the side. “Have I wondered what? You mean…being with a pokemon? Maybe…why, have you?" She asked, the teasing tone to her voice impossible to ignore while her eyes began to widen. Her friend looked over her shoulder as if making sure the boys in the kitchen couldn't hear her. “I always wondered why you've never hooked up with a boy before…" Her eyes lit up moments later, and she gasped in a hushed voice. “Is THAT why you switched majors?"

“Shannon, shut up!" She cried out in exasperation, the embarrassment clear as day on her face. “I'm not! I was just wondering!"

“Yeah, sure. Don't worry," she patted her on the shoulder, before shooting her a big grin, “I bet we can find you a furry boy that you'd like." She didn't give her a chance to argue against this before she pulled open the door to the basement. Immediately, the muted music that had been ever-present in the background blared up the stairs beckoning them onward. The stairwell was lit by a single, yellow bulb, but beyond that was the dark, purple glow of a blacklight. “Come on, your dream boy awaits."

Mia sighed loudly, knowing her precocious friend wasn't going to let this slide. She was certain it had just been a slip of the lips and nothing more. As Shannon began to walk down the stairs – gripping the guardrail tightly, her shoes creaking ominously on the steps – Mia followed her. The music was louder down here, the crowded basement packed with people and pokemon alike in a vast sea of costumed bodies.

The floor was simple cement and the walls were stone painted over with the initials of the fraternity. There was the distinct scent of stale beer in the air, although right now it was overpowered by all the people dancing in close proximity. A makeshift bar was set up along one wall, cases of beer propped up on it along with half a dozen liquor bottles.

Their journey across the floor was labored and constantly impeded by numerous costumed attendants. At one point, Mia had to apologize for stepping on the tail of a pokemon she couldn't see before Shannon pulled her away. She had never been the abrasive, assertive type; she was happy her friend was, though.

They pulled up to the side of the makeshift bar just as a group was leaving it. The top was made of plywood stacked on sawhorses with two members of the fraternity standing behind it. One was a mienshao, dressed in green army fatigues with a red bandana tied around his forehead. He was busy pouring shots at one end of the bar, joking loudly and almost spilling liquor from how animated he was.

Mia placed her hands on the sticky, rough surface of the plywood and immediately pulled them back. It wasn't the first time she had felt out of place at a party, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. That they were in the basement made it a little worse, but she would put up with it for the sake of her friend.

“Hey! We need shots over here!" Shannon's shouting drew the attention of the canine working the bar, the mienshao too busy to acknowledge them.

He rose from the floor on his hind paws, resting his front ones on the bar. It was a dark, black-furred canine with silver ribs running down his back, his devilish tail flicking around behind him. The houndoom's body had been painted with neon yellow paint, giving him a skeletal appearance that complimented his natural look. His skull-painted head turned in Shannon's direction, and he shrugged apologetically.

“Sorry, you'll need to wait on Ulrich for that." He held his front paws up in apology, showcasing the clumsy paw pads. “I can't exactly do anything with these." The houndoom's gaze flicked between the two women, although Mia noticed he didn't seem to want to stare at her friend's revealed chest. “I can get you a beer if you don't mind me slobbering on the can."

“Ugh, no thanks." Shannon gestured the skeletal dog away and turned back to Mia. With a sigh, she crossed her arms, looking over her with renewed curiosity. “So, really…do you have a thing for pokemon or something?"

“I told you I don't!" Mia dreaded having this conversation come back up, especially when they were surrounded by people that could have heard them. It made her face redden, and she leaned closer to support herself against the bar. “I was just…speaking out loud. You know I've never…done 'it', before." She found herself stammering, even if she knew her friend knew this aspect of her.

“Sweetie, honestly…you know I wouldn't judge you. As long as he's not some asshole prick, I don't care if he has a tail…or drools." Shannon gave her a reassuring smile, although the hint of redness in her face made it clear she was thinking about the same thing Mia was. Her attention turned to the mienshao at the end of the bar, one hand raised in an effort to garner his attention.

It made Mia wonder just how normal her interest was in that regard. It wasn't the first time she had found herself thinking of a pokemon in this manner.

Ever since she came to college, she had been studying to be a doctor. It was a prestigious occupation, at least, that was what many people had told her. She enjoyed learning about the human body and exactly what made it tick. It was something that she excelled at, and her grades reflected it.

It was at the beginning of her sophomore year when she was taking an elective class on pokemon anatomy that things had changed.

At first, she had been bored with the class. The only reason she had chosen it was to fulfill a requirement for her graduation. It went over the quadruped and bipedal types of pokemon, as anything more 'exotic' would be covered in advance classes.

Then, they went over the reproductive cycles of pokemon.

She still remembered the day she had walked into class and the screen at the front was projecting a picture of an eevee. They had spent a lot of time studying this pokemon due to its unstable evolutionary line, so the teacher thought it was fitting they learned everything about it. When everyone was seated, he began his lecture, flicking through pictures until he came to one that had made Mia stiffen in her seat.

The picture showcased the brown sheath of the eevee, hanging above a set of furry, cream-colored balls that seemed surprisingly large for a pokemon of his size.

Mia didn't know why her mouth had suddenly gone dry as more pictures revealed the swelling sheath, the dark tip of a tapered erection beginning to poke out of it. The teacher's voice had become a dull drone as that veiny, vulpine shaft was revealed on screen.

It was so…interesting to look at. That was the best way she could put it. After a full year of studying human anatomy – including the reproductive organs – to see something like this was extraordinary. Mia had been thankful that she had sat in the back of the classroom that day. That way, no one could see just how red her face had grown in the dark.

The fox pokemon's erection was only four inches long, but it seemed so much larger on him than it had any right to be. Towards the base of it was a swelling, and she had just enough wherewithal to hear that this was referred to as a 'knot'. That was what really piqued her interest, as her teacher explained the evolutionary purpose of a knot. To tie the eevee to its mate after they finished breeding, locking them together until his balls were emptied.

After class had ended, Mia couldn't get that image out of her head. While she walked across campus, her eyes had drifted to the other pokemon students. Her interest, in particular, was drawn to those that walked on all fours, those that couldn't hide their genitals from sight without restrictive clothing. She felt like a pervert, ashamed that her sexual awakening had come from a picture of a pokemon's genitals.

As the months passed, she had never truly been able to get that image out of her head, even when they moved on to other lessons. It became a fixation of hers, and now when she looked at the human body, she couldn't help but be…disappointed. There was no tapered tip, no knot that seemed extremely sensual in principle. No network of almost ugly veins darting along the surface, and no fuzzy sheath that produced what had become the most fascinating thing in the world to her.

It was after she came back from winter break that she told her advisor she wanted to change her major. No longer did she want to be a doctor, she wanted to be a full-fledged nurse at a pokemon center.

“Having a good night, so far?"

She was drawn out of her thoughts when she heard this question. She blinked a few times, concentrating on the painted canine that had reappeared in front of her. The houndoom's devil-like tail swished lazily behind him as he looked at her. It was unnerving looking into his deep, red eyes when they were focused on you. It was like two burning pieces of coal, glowing with an almost infernal heat that emphasized his skeletal paint job.

“You looked like you had something on your mind. Everything going okay?" He asked, voicing a hint of concern. “None of the brothers have been rude to you, have they? I've been on their case lately about that."

“No, no!" She stated quickly, suddenly flustered as if he could tell what she had been thinking about. She looked over the painted canine, the blacklights illuminating his form in a way that seemed almost eerie when combined with his four-legged anatomy. He was glowing against his black fur, playing a trick on her eyes no matter how she tried to see past it. “Just…thinking. Didn't think there would be so many people here so late."

The cheers and shouts from the back room had gotten louder, drawing a few of the patrons at the bar away. If she cocked her head, she could see through the doorway at the long tables set up for beer pong.

He followed her gaze and chuckled. “Halloween tournament," he stated, answering her silent question “not a bad prize pool. I almost wish I didn't have paws. Then again, I don't get to drink…" He trailed off for a moment, before looking at her closely. “You look familiar…what's your name?"

Mia shifted on the bar, wondering if Shannon was watching her interaction with the houndoom. She did her best not to seem too tense, not wanting to seem like she was off-putting, even though she felt as stiff as a board. “My name's Mia…and yours?" She always had difficulty talking to new people, especially in a place like this. “I'm…usually at the swimming pool, I'm on the woman's team."

“I'm Clive, it's nice to meet you, Mia." His tail had begun to wag a bit, the painted tip of his tail flying around behind him even faster. It was just as alluring in its movements as his eyes were, as if it were independent of his main body. “That's right! That's where I've seen you! I'm on the cross-species track team, so I'm always running laps near the pool."

Even in the dark, Mia could see the toned muscles in the front legs of the canine. They were taut and firm, standing out clearly, even under the fur. He certainly wasn't lying about that. “Oh, really? That's really cool…you're part of the frat, right?"

“Fraternity, actually. I'm the president of Mu Omega Nu, so I'm very pleased to welcome you to my house. How'd you hear about the party?"

“Shot."

Before she could reply, Shannon slid a small, plastic cup in front of her. It was filled with an amber liquid, the sweet scent of apples hanging off of it. Her stomach twisted up looking at it, leading her to bite down on her lip.

“Come on, Shannon…I told you I don't want to drink tonight." She was very aware of the houndoom watching the two of them curiously. His red eyes drifted from the angelic dressed woman to her devilish friend, and then at the cup in front of her.

“Just one drink, it'll loosen you up." Shannon suddenly leaned in close to her, so close that she could feel her hot breath on her ear. “He's really cute, got a thing for puppies?" She pulled away quickly, innocently smiling at Clive's confused expression.

“If you don't want to drink, I have some soda back here." The canine dropped away from the bar and returned moments later. Clutched gently in his mouth so his teeth wouldn't puncture it was a can of orange soda. He tilted his head to the side so he could place it flat on the tabletop. “President has to be sober at all parties, unfortunately. Someone has to make sure these guys don't hurt themselves."

Mia regarded the can that he had placed on the counter as well as the shot glass. Her hand drifted towards it before she wrapped her fingers around the soda instead. “Thank you, Clive." She noticed the momentary look of disappointment on Shannon's face before her friend shrugged and took the shot for herself.

“Just more for me, don't let me interrupt you two." She tutted, before something caught her eye, making her smile brightly. The lucario they had seen upstairs was tromping down the stairs, the aipom trailing behind him gently rubbing his shoulder. “Hey, hey Krieger! Come have a drink with me!" She cried out in delight as she pushed back through the crowd, ignoring the shouts of protests that she received.

“You have a…interesting friend." Clive chuckled as he watched her go. His bright, red eyes refocused on Mia. “You didn't tell me…why did you end up coming to the house?"

“Well…Shannon knew Krieger, I guess? I think he invited her, I'm just kind of along for the ride…" She bit her lower lip a little harder and leaned closer to him. She whispered as if it were some covert secret, not wanting to let anyone else hear. “Neither of us is twenty-one, so…I didn't want her to get caught."

He smirked, leaning forward to meet her clandestine comment. “Curse of the alpha, right? We're always looking after the idiot betas under us." He gestured with his head to the lucario and the mienshao. “You wouldn't believe how much trouble it is being president…worth it to be in charge, though. Houndooms have a thing for dominating..." He perked up when he heard her reasoning, his smile growing a bit bigger. “Playing the angel through and through, I see." He chuckled at his own little joke, even though his nose twitched in slight embarrassment. “Sorry, you know I had to say it."

It wasn't the first time she had heard that this night, and each time it had been met with an irritated roll of the eye. However, for him, she found herself honestly amused by the sheepish way he apologized for it. She had known it was cliché, but Shannon had insisted.

“It's okay…" Mia moved a bit closer to the bar as more people began to crowd around them. The mienshao was handling the majority of them, seemingly unphased by his partner's relaxed conversation. The music had lessened into a techno beat to better accommodate the tournament in the back of the room and leading the majority of people on the dance floor to disperse. “I really like your costume. Very creative."

He perked up noticeably, looking down at himself in amusement. “Thanks! I know it's nothing compared to some of the guys, but…it's hard to do much when you're walking around on all fours. It was either this or strapping on two fake heads and calling myself Cerberus." His tongue had lolled from the corner of his mouth slightly, a canine-like display of happiness that wasn't lost on Mia. “Krieger had to help me paint it on, dude's surprisingly artistic."

She didn't find it off-putting, in fact, she found the sight of his pink tongue hanging from his mouth to be rather cute. It made her giggle, her face reddening a little further even though she wasn't sure why. “I think that would have been an absolute sight…might have even scared me a little."

The houndoom grinned at her, his lip curling back to reveal a set of ivory fangs. Dark, black smoke was slipping out through the cracks in his teeth, raising upwards in small wisps. “Abandon all hope, 'ye who enter here." Clive pursed his lips together, before suddenly exhaling a dark cloud in her direction. It dispersed in the open air, slowing just before reaching her. The form of a heart took shape for a moment before it vanished.

After that, Mia couldn't pull herself away from Clive even if she wanted to.

Time seemed to pass quickly, the crowds coming and going while Mia remained planted at the bar. Through their conversation, Mia learned that Clive was a history major on campus in his second year, just a year younger than she was. He had joined the fraternity his first year on campus, and he had been elected their president that semester.

He was clearly trying not to brag about it, but he was obviously proud of the turn out of the party. On more than one occasion he impressed upon how happy he was to have someone to talk to that wasn't slurring their words. The majority of their time was spent talking with each other, but occasionally, he would need to run off to handle something. It always made her jump when his booming voice sounded through the basement, excessively loud echoing off the stone walls.

Mia was enraptured by their conversation. His once fearsome eyes now dripped with allure, catching her full attention, demanding she not look away.

One thing she began to notice as the night went on was that Clive wasn't as innocent as he first showed himself to be. He had started to allow his eyes to fall to the swell of her breast. At one point, he seemed to have realized she had caught him staring and froze up. Her initial reaction was to flinch away, but after hours of talking with him, she found herself keeping herself on display, silently acknowledging the interest he showed.

A clock above the bar stated that it was almost two in the morning already, and Mia was starting to feel the effects. She was getting groggy, and with that came a decreasing sense of self-control. Normally, she would have rebuffed the way he was starting to reach across the bar to press a paw against her side, or how he playfully blew puffs of smoke at her. It impressed her just how many different shapes the houndoom was able to make.

The bar rocked gently when Shannon finally returned to her side. She had one arm wrapped around Kreiger's shoulders, the lucario looking amusedly down at the two of them. His hat was hanging on his human companion's head, while he, in turn, wore her devil horns. “Hey, hey Clive," he insisted, snapping his fingers to draw his attention “who am I?" The lasso he had worn earlier in the night was wrapped around Shannon's hip securely, keeping the two from stumbling away from each other.

Clive pulled his attention away from Mia almost begrudgingly, slurping his tongue back into his mouth from his happy panting when he caught sight of the lucario. “If I had to guess…the town drunk?" He raised an eyebrow when the lucario laughed at this.

“Let me give you a hint…" The lucario's eyes narrowed and he took on a stern expression, banging one of his hands on the top of the bar. “No drinking in the backyard, I'm the only one that gets to smoke in the basement! Stop making the pledges clean our room!" His act faltered, the smarmy smirk on his face saying enough. “It's you. I'm you, Clive."

“Wow, never would have guessed."

“I need the keys to our room, bro. Little miss and I are gonna have a lie-down." He tugged on the rope around Shannon's waist, drawing her up to his side and planting a big, wet kiss on her cheek. “So, uh. You're going to have to sleep somewhere else, bro."

“Oh, get off of me! Your breath reeks!" She laughed aloud as she said this, using the back of her hand to wipe her face clean where his lips had touched. She met Mia's eye as she did this, her cheeks red from a mixture of alcohol and embarrassment. Their conversation from earlier in the night came back to mind, and Shannon playfully shrugged at her. As this happened, she nodded her head towards Clive.

The houndoom sighed loudly and dropped to all fours behind the bar, rustling around as he searched. “Swear to Arceus, Krieger…it's my room too. The hell did you do with your keys?"

“Gave it to some pledge to hold on to…I think he left." He leaned over the counter to watch what he was doing, his eyes lazily drifting over to Mia and then back to him. “Hey. Hey, did you tell her you have a thing for girls with blond hair?" The lucario's head turned to the side while the tip of his tongue poked out of his muzzle. “Should see his search history."

Mia was stunned at this revelation, especially when the houndoom swirled around in place. He was angry, obviously more upset than he had been earlier in the night. “Damn it, I told you to stay off of my computer!" He spared a slight glance in Mia's embarrassed direction, before digging back into his bag.

Shannon leaned up and whispered something to Krieger before hurriedly coming to Mia's side. She nearly stumbled, catching herself before tripping on her high heels. The scent of liquor was strong on her breath, but she didn't seem to notice.

“So, ummm…I think Krieger and I are going to go upstairs…" She spoke quickly, the embarrassed excitement radiating from her. She would look back at the lucario every so often, although the inebriated jackal was leaning over the bar, offering suggestions to Clive as he searched. “I might just sleep here tonight…are you okay with getting home?"

Mia bit down on her lip when she saw the noticeable tremor in Shannon's legs and how she held Krieger so tightly for balance. “Are you sure about this? You look like you've had a bit to drink…" Mia knew how promiscuous her friend could be, especially when she had a lot to drink. It seemed like every other weekend she had another boy in her room at their apartment.

“Sweetie, if you knew how you stared at him, you wouldn't say you're 'just' having a conversation." Shannon pressed a finger against Mia's chest right above the swell of her breast, playfully teasing the bare skin here. “You look like you wanted to drop under the bar and, well…"

Her face blazed with embarrassed. Had she really looked that way? It made her wonder just what Clive might have thought of it. The houndoom had been nothing but cordial the entire night, although there were comments that were definitely more than just playful flirting. “You didn't answer my question…you had a lot to drink."

She bit down on her lip and sighed deeply; her hands planted on her hips as she stood her ground. “I'm sober enough that I can't get the damn thought of being with a pokemon out of my head. Thanks for that…" Shannon smiled when Krieger triumphantly retrieved a large keyring from Clive, holding it aloft proudly. “Now, I'll be back tomorrow…just remember, the apartment is all yours…"

That invitation was anything but subtle. Her heart had begun to beat faster, and she swallowed to try and clear her dry mouth. The approval of her friend was a great boon to her confidence in herself, and she turned back to Clive. The houndoom had yawned loudly, showcasing pearly white teeth that matched the ribs along his back.

“Well…this was a very successful party. It was amazing talking to you, Mia." He pressed his head on his front paws while looking up at her, a surprisingly cute display from such a fierce canine. “I really hope you would come to a party in the future…I guess I'm going to find a couch to pass out on…" He trailed off as he spoke, shooting her a hopeful glance.

“I would…I would really like that. Not for the party," she found it hard to say this, “but…to see you again." It was so tempting to ask him about the jackal's revelation into his internet habits. Knowing that she wasn't the only one with…interests outside of the norm would have been a relief.

He raised his head from his paws when he heard this, looking at her with a conflicting expression. She was certain he was trying to gauge her, seeing just what her true feelings were towards him after a long night of getting to know one another. “Is that so…it sounds like I made a new friend. Or maybe..."

Mia knew it was now or never. She couldn't stop herself from blurting out the question. “Clive, could you…walk me home?" She shrunk in on herself, her shoulders going taut as she quickly tried to defend herself. “I-It's late, and…having a big dog like yourself would really put my mind at ease…"

He fell silent when he heard this, his tail's motion completely stopping in midair. Quickly, he turned to his mienshao partner and barked to get his attention. “Ulrich, you're closing down the bar!" Within seconds, he had dropped to his paws and walked under the table to her side. He was larger than she thought he would be, easily reaching her hips with his shoulders. “It would be my honor, Mia."

The streets were deserted at this time of night, and they didn't see anything other than the occasional patrol car. It was so silent that Mia's beating heart seemed so noticeable, she was certain Clive would be able to pick up on her nervousness, and she was quite surprised he didn't mention anything of it.

“You know, I miss Halloween when I was just a pup." Clive had picked up the pace when he noticed her walking faster. “My dad would take me out trick or treating…couldn't have chocolate, of course, but most of the houses had poffins. Heh…I used to be one chubby houndour."

Mia was put to ease as that mental image rose a giggle and a smile from her. “I just missed being able to dress up in something…" She looked at her outfit, feeling like she didn't need to say it. Something slutty, suggestive, easy on the eyes; any of those words suited her current attire.

“Dad sent me a picture of my little bros in costume…get this, they dressed up as houndooms." He chuckled and tilted his muzzle up to look at the stars above. “Toilet paper tube horns and everything. They have their choice to be anything, and they chose something they'll be in just a few years…I wish I still had that urge to get older."

They fell quiet after that, content to enjoy the peaceful night air. There were times when her hand would casually drift down, brushing against the coarse fur of the houndoom. Each time it would make her shiver when she touched him. She imagined how it would feel against more sensitive skin, how the houndoom's pelt grinding against her bare body would affect her.

“Is everything okay?" His voice broke the silence. She hadn't realized the way the houndoom had been watching her out of the corner of his eye. Clive had been focused on her since they left the house, and the houndoom could feel the anxiety rolling off of her. “You seem really tense…"

“I'm fine…" She assured him. He didn't look away, obviously not convinced of the truth in this statement. Mia tried to ignore it, but in the end, she turned to meet his gaze. “I'm…I'm nervous." They had turned into the parking lot of the large apartment building that Mia lived at, but Clive didn't broach the subject until they stopped in front of Mia's door.

“Nervous about what?" He whispered softly, never pulling his reassuring gaze from her. He moved to sit on his haunches, and that was when Mia's breath caught in her throat. They had left the light over their door on before she left, and it shone over the houndoom's form. She could see it there, plain as day. Hanging between the houndoom's legs was a fat, plump black sheath. It was so much bigger than the eevee's. He noticed what she was staring at, and he shuffled in his spot. “Is…is that what you're nervous about? I promise I didn't intend for us to do anything like that…"

“No! No, it's just…" she sighed, wondering how she would explain this to him. “I've…been curious about pokemon." It felt so difficult finally saying this out loud, admitting to herself that she had these desires that just wouldn't go away. “In…that way."

He nodded slowly in understanding. His legs twitched, although they didn't depart from their spread position. His chest had noticeably started to rise and fall a bit faster, the canine's muzzle curling up in the hint of a grin. “So…I didn't imagine it when you 'accidentally' let me see down your shirt?"

Her face reddened when he called her out on this. “I just…kind of liked it…" Time seemed to stand still as they stood outside her apartment door. Clive had allowed his smile to drop out of respect to her, but he was almost urgently waiting for her to keep talking.

“Humans are funny…" He eventually said, chuckling to himself while reaching up to brush the back of his head with one paw. He turned as he elaborated on this, although one sharp, red eye was left watching her. “From what I've seen, they make themselves sick worrying about the simplest of things. If you really were curious about what it's like to be with a pokemon, I'd happily show you…no strings attached."

That sultry look, the way he so confidently told her that she could have what she had fantasized about. It was all too much for the young virgin to take. Her hand closed around the knob and pulled it open, holding it just wide enough for the houndoom to walk in.

Now that he knew he was going to get lucky, his demeanor seemed to change. His body language had grown less reserved now that they were alone. He grew bolder, holding his head and tail high in a confident display of dominance. She could only imagine this was how a male pokemon was meant to feel when they had a female lusting over them.

The interior of the apartment was small and cramped, but it was kept meticulously clean by Mia. The houndoom glanced around the room, taking in the décor with a small whistle of admiration.

“I wish they could keep the fraternity house this clean…you have a really nice place, Mia." He looked back at her over his shoulder, shooting her a quick wink. In this position, he was affording her a good look at his hindquarters, as well as the thick, black balls that hung low between his back legs. “Maybe I should ask you to come and clean my room sometime…"

The playful comment elicited a small smile from Mia. The apartment felt sweltering hot, even more cramped than the basement had been. It was just her and the object of her furious fixation now, and he clearly relished the attention he was receiving.

“So…what did you want to try first?" He asked, his red eyes sparkling in the dim lighting conditions. Even though he was notably excited, he didn't move from his position in the middle of the living room. “We don't have to rush into anything. I've never been with a human before, so…I'd rather make this last." His eyes narrowed a trace amount. “As you know…Krieger wasn't lying…I…well, hell. I think I want this as badly as you do."

She began to approach him, his eyes drinking in the motion of her body. Where he had been cautious of sneaking peeks back at the party, he seemingly had no qualms now that he knew she was so interested. It relaxed her greatly to hear that she wasn't the only one to share this fetish. “I'm guessing…you've been with pokemon before?"

“A few, yeah." He moved his shoulders in an attempt at shrugging, an inherently human gesture that looked awkward on him. “A ninetales, a liepard…what about you? Any humans lucky enough?" He tilted his head to the side, noticing just how nervous she seemed when she remained silent. “Don't tell me…I'm your first?"

She expected a grin, a show of triumphant when she steeled herself and nodded curtly, but it never came. She took a seat on the couch, close enough to him that his flank was nearly brushing against her knee. The houndoom surprised her when he turned and moved up to her. His head nearly hung in her lap as their eyes met, the houndoom letting out a soft growl that vibrated through her legs.

“Forgive me, then…" He whispered, his black nose twitching slightly. She was aware that he was smelling her, inhaling the aroma of a human woman. “I'll...try to hold back. Never thought I'd have a human throwing themselves at me, you know? Kind of a fantasy…" Clive gave her a weak smile, trying not to allow his bravado to slip back in. “Is it mainly dogs that you like? How much do you know about how…a pokemon mates?"

Mia shifted with his head in her lap, no longer daring to meet the eyes that stared innocently up at her. “Dogs, mostly. I've…seen videos before," she had to stop herself, trying to regain her bearings. “Girls…with dog pokemon." She stammered when she felt him shifting in her lap. His nose had begun to press downwards, probing against the front of her skirt. The canine continued to listen to her, providing a constant distraction.

“I've seen them get on all fours…and the dogs…" Mia thought back to the porn sites she had visited in the last few months. She thought of how she scrubbed her search history, confident that someone would find out her dirty secret if she didn't. “The dogs would climb on their backs, would hold them so tightly as they…"

“As they fucked them?" He intoned, rumbling in lustful tones when his nose began to slip under her skirt. “Did you enjoy watching that?" The warning of his insatiable need to dominate earlier in the night was becoming all too real. “Seeing males of my species breeding the females of your own?" He pressed onwards, the front of his skull-painted head disappearing under her skirt. His large horns kept the garment from fall over his face, giving him the perfect view. “Did you ever think…that was what Arceus intended?"

Mia gasped when she felt the probing touch of his hot, wet nose prodding against the front of her panties. It was incessant, rubbing and grinding against her panties with little regard to the human's shifting. This had to have been his fetish, thinking human women belonged under male dogs…and she responded greatly to it.

Her father had always warned her – jokingly, at least – of fraternity boys. She wondered if she should have taken him more seriously.

“Keep talking…tell me what you want to do with me." His voice had become a constant growl, sending shivers racing down her spine. Even when her hands moved to his head, nearly grasping his horns, he didn't falter in his duty. “Why did you like watching them so much?"

Mia couldn't deny that she was excited. She found herself acquiescing to his demands, the words falling breathlessly from her lips. “I…I liked seeing how fast they could thrust. I liked…liked seeing how the women cried out for them…" Clive had pulled his nose away from her panties, but it was only so he could go further. She gasped when she felt the sharp teeth nipping at her underwear, followed by the loud, ripping noise of the fabric. “How they would…beg to be knotted."

“Did you want to be a bitch? Did you want to know what it was like to have a dog claim you as his?"

It was torturous. She could feel his hot, doggy breath billowing over her virgin folds. She wondered what he thought of her womanhood, her pink lips so different than what he would find on a female of his species. It almost struck her that she was worried about his opinion of her sex as if he would find it unworthy of his time.

“Answer me, Mia." He growled, pulling his head out of her skirt so suddenly that she jumped. He raised up on his hind paws as he had at the bar, the heavy weight of his front legs coming down firmly on her shoulders. His eyes had an almost feral sense of desire in them, his breath husky and fast as he leaned closer to her face. “Do you want to be my bitch? Is that what you thought when you talked to me all night? That I would take you home and bend you over? Fuck you till you carried my pups?" He realized what he was doing, but the damage had already been done.

Mia couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. She could only whisper the word that her mind demanded she screams. “Yes." It was all happening so fast; he could only contain himself for too long. “Yes!"

“Yes, what, Mia?"

“I want to be your…" She hesitated, finding it difficult to clear this last hurdle. It would solidify her choice, giving her no option to turn away. She was drawn to his hypnotic, red eyes, locked on the alluring gaze that gave her no quarter.

His eyes softened when he noticed her hesitation, and he began to force his resistance back to the surface. “If…you don't feel comfortable saying it, you don't have to. I shouldn't h-“

“I want to…have sex with you."

He paused, truly having believed she had lost her nerve. That was all the houndoom needed to hear, even if it wasn't what he truly wanted. His muzzle darted forward, catching her off guard when he suddenly licked across her lips. It was an intensely feral attempt at a kiss, making her gasp in shock. This just gave him the opportunity to claim more of her.

The canine's tongue was incredibly hot as it pressed into her mouth, rubbing against her own in a ceaseless display of dominance. The houndoom's eyes had narrowed at her and he growled, not at her, but at the pure passion of the act. He was making her tremble, making her entire body shake.

His taste was a bit sour with a distinct, smoky flavor. The most noticeable thing was the feeling of saliva that coated his tongue. It made her grimace, even as she lifted one shaking hand to grasp the side of his muzzle. She felt him twitch as she pushed forward, forcing their lips to meet in an awkward kiss that did nothing to dislodged his tongue from its new territory.

Her face was burning up from a combination of her own euphoric excitement and the intense heat that he was producing. She tried to rub their tongues together, to become a more active partner, but Clive would shoot her down every time. The intention was clear, the houndoom was in charge here.

One of his paws fell from her shoulders, instead landing on her thigh. He might have complained of their uselessness earlier in the night, but they served their purpose as he began to push her skirt higher. The entire time he engulfed her mouth with his own, exploring every possible inch that he could.

She grunted loudly when she felt the probing paw press against the front of her uncovered womanhood. The pad was incredibly rough, just as hot as his tongue was as he began to rub and grind it against the front of her groin. The feeling was indescribable, making her moan around the canine tongue probing her mouth almost against her will. It was unnatural, something a human would do to a human that just didn't quite work for a canine, but she loved it regardless.

Her mouth had begun to grow warmer, and her eyes widened when she realized what it was. Smoke was escaping the corner of her mouth, rising up in barely noticeable wisps. Her initial panic at the taste made her hold her breath, a skill she had developed well during her time on the swim team. She fought not to inhale any of it, but her mouth was quickly filling with it enough that her throat was beginning to itch. One of her hands pressed to his chest, trying to push the canine away.

As soon as he felt the pressure on his chest, Clive backed off. He pulled his tongue slowly from her mouth, wincing at the sight of her exhaling a small cloud of it. “S-Sorry, fuck…that was really dumb of me." He pressed his tongue to her cheek, watching as she coughed out the rest of his smoke. “I just got really excited…Are you okay?"

“I-I'm fine…" She coughed once more, raising a hand to wipe a bit of dog spittle from her lips. “It just surprised me, was all…" Mia didn't want to admit that some part of her found it endearing. If she had been enough to make him lose control, then it was worth the scratchy feeling in her throat.

“That's how humans kiss, right?" He asked, starting to fall back into his role. “I thought it would be really fun to try…" His front paw hadn't left her cunny but was instead pressing harder against her womanly entrance. The look on her face amused him, made him all the more eager to keep pushing her buttons. “You feel…really wet. This is really turning you on, huh?"

Mia had nothing to compare him to. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life, desperate for his touch, for him to continue treating her this way. “Yes!" She gasped, feeling one of the sharp claws of the houndoom barely brushing against the sensitive bud placed at the top of her slit.

“I can tell…some angel you are." He snickered and winked at her, before suddenly pulling away from her. He dropped to all fours in front of her, breathing heavily and eyeing her closely as if worried she might try to get away from him. In the soft lighting, he almost appeared as feral as his appearance would suggest. “Where is your room? You've given me a problem that you're going to take care of…"

It took her a few moments to regain her composure after that. With a shaking hand, she slowly pointed to a room at the very end of the hallway. Clive hurried down the hall, not sparing her a second glance. Mia found herself following him, almost giddy with excitement. In the darkness of her room, she heard him as he jumped on the bed, and she flicked on the ceiling light to see her suitor.

Clive had rolled onto his back in the middle of the bed, the houndoom's tongue hanging down to his chest. His front paws were held aloft in front of him, and his hind legs were spread wide apart to showcase all he had to her. “This is what you wanted, right?"

Mia could only stare. She had known the eevee wouldn't be a good basis to compare him to, but she didn't expect this.

His erection stood tall and proud, dark black in coloration with a noticeable drip of liquid hanging from the tapered tip of it. It was almost intimidating in size, making Mia grab the doorframe to steady herself.

“My daddy was an arcanine…" He whispered after seeing her stunned disbelief. One of his front paws drifted down, pressing slowly along the side of his thick, black shaft and making him growl. “Guess I took after him, huh?" Clive watched her, amused by her display, made all the more appealing due to the angelic costume she still wore. “This is what you wanted, isn't it? A dog in your bed, flashing you his dick, expecting you to service him? You only have yourself to blame…you're the one that turned me on so much."

Mia approached him slowly, almost as if she were in a daze. The bed shifted under her weight as she began to move towards him, her mouth hanging open the entire time. “It's…" She couldn't say more, struck silent in dumbfounded awe. It had to be at least ten inches long, twitching in time with the gentle movements of Clive's hips.

“You like it?" He cooed to her, watching her intently. “It's all for you, go ahead…touch it…" His body heat was so extreme that being this close to him was laboring. The heat seemed to radiate from his groin, leaving her little doubt just how hot it had to be. “Just think of it as giving one of your patients a physical…"

She reached for it with major trepidation, unable to believe this was truly happening. It was only when she felt the smooth, slick flesh under her fingers that she came back to reality. His soft moan and the rocking of his hips showed how much he enjoyed the simple touch.

“W-Wow…never realized just how good fingers could feel…" He inhaled sharply as Mia's fingers curled around his shaft. She held him gingerly and loosely, almost afraid of how hot the canine's dark prick was growing. It was like a red-hot poker, and just as sharply tipped. “I can guarantee I'm bigger than any human you'd ever be with…"

She didn't doubt that. Nothing in her anatomy books compared to this behemoth. Her fingers danced along the length, feeling the fat veins that crisscrossed it. She could feel it twitch as more watery liquid began to leak from the tip, running down his shaft in a copious stream. His scent was incredibly strong here, pungent and spicy, almost burning her nose with the concentrated odor of pure canine. “I-It's so warm…"

The sound of Clive's panting was ever-present as her hand began to glide slowly along his dark length. She was enraptured by it, the sight, the smell, the way it continued to twitch with each movement of her hand. She was particularly drawn to the base of his sheath, the furry opening tickling her fingers as she teased it.

Clive started when she first did this but soon he grunted in pleasure. Her actions forced a response from him, and before her eyes she could see it. The thing that had fascinated her the most about canines, the part of their body that had made her so fixated on them. She could see the bulge of his knot as it began to swell, teased on by her fingers and her curious touches.

“You like that?" Clive asked, his voice labored from all the attention he was receiving. “You know what a knot is, right?" His grin gave away he knew she did, but he still urged her on to answer him.

“For…tying."

“Tying what?"

“…tying your bitch." Her voice cracked as she said this last part. It made Clive grunt in approval at her knowledge of his anatomy.

“That's right…it's going to tie you to me, Mia." He whispered; his passionate voice was nearly trembling. He was as eager as Mia had become, desperate to feel more than just those soft, sweet hands. “It's going to tie you to me, so I can drain my balls in you…my human bitch, whether she wants to call herself that or not…"

Mia stroked him faster, spreading his pre over his shaft so it would have a noticeable sheen. It made the houndoom toss his head against her pillows, his tongue shamelessly falling from his mouth, leading him to drool all over them. He was getting more desperate, giving her a hint of canine sexual prowess as he began to hump against her hand. It made her handle more of his dark meat, causing her to toy with the entirety of it. Her fingers bumped against his knot every time on the descent, causing the thick orb to push further out of his sheath.

“Nnngh, unless…" he began, labored breathing making it hard to get the words out, “unless…you want to waste my seed on your bed…maybe we should move on…" He was about to sit up before he let out a loud grunt.

She had finally worked up the urge to put more than just her hand to work. The spicy scent had made her mouth water to the point she couldn't help herself anymore. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she afforded his tapered tip another lick, layering it with her saliva.

His pre was incredibly watery and salty, filling her mouth with the sole taste of dog dick. Thet taste of his cock was so strong that she couldn't deny she wanted more of it. Slowly, she opened her lips and allowed the tip into her mouth.

The houndoom's surprise had caught up to him, and now it was his turn to be speechless. Just like he wasn't used to a set of hands jacking him off, he had never experienced a warm mouth enclosed around his cock. It drew a loud, whimpering moan out of him, a sound unbecoming of a self-professed alpha male like himself.

“O-Oh, oh Arceus!" He groaned as her dainty tongue swirled around his shaft, nearly worshipping the bestial erection in her devotion to it. His hind legs stretched out and he began to pant harder. His heavy balls had begun to pull tight to his groin, the flow of pre into her mouth growing stronger than before. “Mia…don't stop…"

The canine hated to beg. He hated to sound like the more submissive partner, but this…this was simply rapturous. He wanted to thrust upwards, to drive more of his fat meat into her mouth. Every part of him screamed to breed, to hump and thrust, to not stop until she had swallowed his knot. It was hard to fight against this urge, and he grits his teeth tight to hold back the snarling growl he issued.

Mia could hear the canine reacting so strongly to her inexperienced mouth work. She hadn't planned on doing it, of course, she never thought she'd be willing to put her mouth on a man's prick. She slurped loudly around his shaft, using one hand to brush her ponytail out of her face. There was only a little she felt comfortable with taking, three inches of the mighty girth that could rest on her tongue before she felt the tickle in the back of her throat. It was made worse from the sensitivity his smokey breath had caused, stopping her from daring to try more.

It didn't sound like Clive minded this in the least. Her tongue ran ceaselessly around the tapered tip, teasing and toying with it to draw more whimpers from her furry lover. The sounds he made caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end; she loved knowing she could pleasure a pokemon, a creature some considered so beneath humans.

The end came with a loud bark and a heavy paw coming down on the back of her head. It caused her eyes to shoot open as the steel grip kept her in place, what little she had managed to fit in her mouth beginning to throb. The first spurt of blazing, creamy semen filled her mouth instantly. It startled her, causing her to swallow in reaction to it before she truly realized what was happening. It was followed by another, and then another, each throb of his cock signaling another burst of canine seed.

It was thicker than his pre was, filling every corner of her mouth with the exceedingly salty, spicy taste. His paw didn't let up on the back of her head, the self-satisfied panting coming from the head of her bed telling her just how much he enjoyed force-feeding her his cum. For her part, Mia sat there and took it. She swallowed, gulped, tried everything she could to accept the never-ending torrent of seed down her throat.

Her efforts were in vain, as small trickles of opalescent seed trickled from the corners of her mouth. The only solace for her was that it was just a drop in the ocean compared to how much she had already drunk. It surprised her when she felt the tickle in the back of her throat soothed by the creamy fluid.

His climax went on for a while, the happy grunts of the canine sounding off every few moments. Only when his seed had been reduced to a small trickle did he slowly lift his paw from the back of her head.

“That was…oof…I didn't know a human's mouth could feel that good…" His tail had begun to wag quickly, smacking against her gently in his excitement. The skeletal canine slowly rolled onto his side, his climax doing nothing to kill the lust that had built up in his eyes. “You looked…so good with my dick in your mouth. Maybe we can teach you to take the whole thing."

Mia's face was red as she sat up straight, looking up at her expectant partner with excitement she couldn't deny. “What makes," she coughed, instantly placing a hand over her mouth when she felt a bit of his residual seed leaking over her lips. “What makes you think we'll do that again?"

He just looked at her knowingly. His hard, canine prick remained erect under him, staining her bed cover with the last of his load. “I didn't even need to ask you to take it in your mouth. Can we assume a certain angel tasted forbidden fruit…and doesn't want to go back?"

Mia was reminded of the outfit she was wearing for the first time since they got back to her apartment. It seemed goofy now, and she huffed as she started to reach for the band holding the halo to her head.

“Woah, woah, I didn't say take it off." The mattress shifted as Clive got back to his paws, nearly pushing her over in his haste to stop her motions. “I want you to wear it. I like it…get on all fours for me. I think it's time we gave you what you want."

There was a moment of hesitation when she considered this, even under Clive's expectant eyes. She was happy he was willing to play along with her submissive tendencies, urging her on to new levels of depravity she could never experience alone. Still, it was awkward for her to get on all fours for a dog, knowing just what was about to happen.

“Before we go any further…" he began, one of his paws pressing down on her ass. It was possessive, trying to corral her even while he gave her an alternative. “Are you still having fun?" His paw moved, flipping up her torn skirt and allowing the cool air in her room to hit her wet cunny. He gazed longingly at the soft, pink lips, needing to bite back his desperate urge to dive right into them. “You still want this, right? Once I start…I'm not stopping for anything."

Mia felt a weight lift from her chest when he asked this. It seemed like such an irrelevant question to ask at this point. She looked over her shoulder at him and took a deep breath, before slowly nodding. She no longer saw a reason in denying him the title he had tried to impress upon her earlier. “Fuck me, Clive. Make me your bitch."

It made her yelp when he suddenly scrambled up her back, his strong paws grasping at her waist and pulling her close to him with one, solid jerk. Her face curled up in delight at the thought that she must look like one of the girls in her video, about to be subjected to a breeding session she would never forget.

Clive's hot breath billowed in her face, the canine shamelessly panting right next to her cheek. His weight pressed her to the bed, forcing her to support both of them as his hips blindly thrust against her upturned ass. His tapered tip stabbed aimlessly, leaving sticky pre behind wherever it touched, but frustratingly missing its target.

The loud growl voiced his annoyance as he fought to enter her, his shaft slipping up and grinding momentarily between her soft ass cheeks. It did nothing but embarrass Mia and cause her to grit her teeth. His slick, black flesh was rubbing directly against her virgin entrance, ceaselessly taunting her with the promise of what was to come.

“S-Stop moving." She hissed, finally deciding to take matters into her own hand. With an elbow propped against the bed, she reached under her stomach and took his black cock in her hand. It was almost an out of body experience as she guided the tapered tip downwards, placing it directly against her soft womanhood. Immediately after, she pulled her hand back to balance herself.

The heat and pressure against the front of her womanhood were intense, making her groan loudly even while the eager canine began to push into her. His hind legs were taut, the muscles standing out against his skin as he forced himself deeper. The only thing she could hear was his panting, sick anticipation causing her stomach to twist up in knots.

Her gasp sounded loud and clear when she felt his tapered tip easily pierce her hymen. It was incredibly lackluster, not at all like she thought it would be. There was a brief tinge of pain, but it did nothing to compare to the horror stories she heard growing up. Still, Clive's tongue lashed out against the side of her face.

“Are you okay?" He asked, the rumbling groan echoing his desire to keep going. She need only briefly nod to him before he continued to push into her. The hellhound had meant it when he said he wasn't going to stop for anything.

Mia's mouth hung agape as she felt inch after inch of burning hot, canine cock spreading her. It seemed like it was never-ending, each thrust of his hips forcing her to take more than she ever would have believed imaginable. It stole the breath from her lungs, made her gasp as she took in deep, desperate mouthfuls of air.

His legs - toned from countless hours of running - began to increase their mad rocking. He forced half of his ten-inch shaft into her, giving her a solid basepoint to prepare herself before he truly began to work her over. The canine was grunting in her ear, loud and lewd, uncaring if he announced his pleasure to her. One bright, red eye locked on her which she could clearly see out of the corner of her own eye.

“You're so tight…" He hissed, his pace stuttering for a moment as he rebalanced himself on his hind legs. His front paws never released her, only pulled her back into the pummeling thrusts of the red-hot poker that was driving into her. “T-Too damn, tight…"

Mia could feel her front arms wobbling, threatening to give out on her from the heavy weight she was holding up. It didn't help that her entire body was rocking forward, her gasps growing louder each time the ebony shaft pulled back and drove back in. Her mind was going blank, sentient thought was driven away with each pump of muscular, canine hips.

The headboard smacked against the wall audibly, matching the furious pace that he was starting to build. The friction in her cunny was growing intense, only dampened by the pre juices that Clive constantly exuded. It spread along her walls, securing his easy entrance into her and eventually allowing him to push deeper.

No fantasy could compare to this. The canine chorus above her head was cacophonous, echoing in her ears and reminding her just what was breeding her. If that wasn't enough, the claws digging into her sides were tearing through her costume in his desperation to grasp her.

“Don't…stop…" Her face flushed when she felt a drop of liquid landing on her front hand, her initial thought is that the canine's drooping tongue had released it. To her embarrassment, she soon realized it fell from her own agape mouth, the uncouth act driven out of her from this bestial coupling.

“Never!" He snarled in her ear, more of his blackish smoke grazing her cheek. The canine nearly shoved her off balance when he suddenly adjusted his grip on her hips and drove forward with all his might.

Mia cried out when she felt the hot, fleshy weight smacking against her sensitive clit, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure up her spine. In her mind, she knew it was his hairy balls, thick and swollen with the same seed that filled her stomach. They ground against her cunny lips, tickling her folds with the coarse hair that covered them.

“Feel that…" he huffed in her ear. “You took…all of it." No matter how hard he tried to hold back, he was snarling his words. It wasn't of anger, but desperation, desire to keep moving his hips and finish what nature intended him to do.

Her attention was focused on a much more important matter, however.

His knot was thickened already by his earlier climax. The veiny swelling ground against her cunny lips, testing the waters for his eventual entry. He only allowed her a reprieve from his thrust for a moment, and then he let loose. His actions proved to Mia that what he was doing before was just a precursor to the actual act of canine lovemaking.

He was humping her, pulling his hips back mere inches before driving back into her as hard as he could. The slap of his hips against her upturned ass filled the room, growing louder by the second. She felt one of his hind legs raise off the bed, kicking at the air slightly in feral desperation that nearly drove him up her back.

Mia couldn't keep herself silent. She was aware of the desperate, lustful cries that she was making. She knew she must have sounded like little more than a common whore, like one of the women in the videos. It didn't matter to her; all that mattered was the delicious, fat dog dick that was tainting her most private depths.

Clive was producing so much pre that it began to spill out of her, trickling down her cunny lips and sticking to her groin. He was like a broken faucet, constantly squirting the lubricant into his chosen mate. It made the slap of his balls against her clit more audible, as well as more painful, causing her to grunt each time he senselessly beat against it.

She cried out loud when she felt a sudden sharp tug on the back of her head. Clive had taken her ponytail into his mouth and was pulling back on it, making her hold her head high. She realized his intent quickly; in the mirror on her vanity dresser, she could see them.

Her in her angel costume, face flushed and experiencing pleasure that was only afforded to those that gave themselves fully to such a beastly lover. The dark shape on her back was unnatural. It didn't even look like she had a dog on her back, rather, some crazed, feral beast that would never be sated with just one mating session.

The hind leg he had raised kicked desperately at the air as he finally began to find some leverage in her tight folds. His dark fur glistened with sweat, both his own and from the human woman below him. It coated her, marking her in the sour scent of canine sex that would cling to her, marking her as bred. The yellow, skeletal pattern on his fur began to rub off, coating her back with the neon paint in an unintentional display of marking.

“Take my knot!" He snarled past her ponytail, his hips moving so fast that she was certain they would have looked like a blur. It made Mia howl, cry out in mad, feral pleasure that no man could ever give to her. He took affront to her tightness, to the resistance her body still put in his way. “I said," he snarled, tightening his grip on her as much as he could, before slamming forward “take it!"

Mia saw stars before her eyes. Her poor cunny strained against it, but it was no match for the full strength of a horny houndoom. The thick knot slammed into her, too swollen to slip back out. That didn't stop Clive from thrusting, however. He worked himself into a fevered frenzy, his balls pulling tight to his groin as he neared his plateau. The tapered tip of his penis had found her last sanctuary, her cervix. It teased the ring muscle, making her grunt in pain while it sought entrance to ensure his seed was planted in a fertile womb.

The howl Mia heard in her ears didn't belong to Clive. She didn't realize it was her making the sound: raw and animalistic, full of passion she didn't know she was capable of. She cried out to him like a member of his own species as she climaxed for him, her cunny smothering his precious knot. Her feminine juices coated his furry groin from just how hard she came, dampening his balls in her scent.

He was actually pulling her back with his thrusts, practically making her dance in his haste. Clive was reaching the end of his stamina, and as he did, he showed Mia that she hadn't been holding his full weight. The canine collapsed on her with one, final push of his hips, his own howl joining her in chorus. This last thrust completed his ultimate goal, and he let out a warbling cry of pleasure when he felt her cervix give way.

Mia fell to her stomach under him, her head swimming while hot, thick bursts shot powerfully into the deepest depths of her womb. She could swear she felt the intense bursts of doggy sperm glossing over her walls, the contents of his balls under so much pressure that it exploded into her.

After that, all she could do was pant. Even while Clive rested on her, trying to regain what little strength he could after their ferocious breeding session. Even when his tongue lashed out, running slowly along her cheek, she just panted. As his questioning words hit her ears, she turned and captured his tongue, surprising him when she drew it into his mouth.

He started but didn't turn away from it, his eyes softening while he gave an amused rumble for her. They didn't try to deepen it, didn't try to make it anything more than what it currently was. Clive had begun to raise himself, only to flop on his side next to her, pulling her up to him in a spooning position.

Mia could feel the swell of his knot, and her fingers trembled as she reached down, cautiously rubbing her cunny lips. She gasped aloud when she felt how stretched she was, just how big his knot had become. She estimated it was the size of a baseball and just as firm as one, trapping all ten inches exactly where Clive wanted it to be.

She began to calm down when she felt his tongue on the back of her head, apologetically licking at the base of her ponytail. His muscular body was a warm comfort, something she found she desperately wanted more of. As she pushed herself against his chest, she felt his hot nose rubbing against the back of her neck.

“Was it…everything you wanted, Mia?"

“Everything…and more…" She smiled to herself, suddenly exhausted after the laborious ordeal. Clive must have sensed this, because he chuckled and nuzzled against her, showing a sign of genuine affection that made her heart beat faster.

“I told you we could do this no strings attached, but…maybe tomorrow I could take you out to breakfast? I'd…really like this to be more than a one night stand."

Mia didn't need to consider this for long. She turned back to look at him over her shoulder, reaching up with one hand to gently cup that canine muzzle. She was surprised by the sense of…a desire she still saw in his eyes. Not lust, desire to be with her, canine infatuation that lasted longer than mere breeding.

“I would really, really like that, Clive."

The two looked at each other, too tired to even worry about changing out of their costumes. It didn't take long for Mia to fall asleep in her canine lover's arms with Clive soon following her in peaceful slumber.