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Part 2 – Ever Expanding

Chapter 11 – Feeling better babe?

“Ouch." Nala's eyes opened with a start, the morning sun flowing through the not-so-black-out curtains in their bedroom. She lay in the bed looking at Ander's looking back at her. He smiled from his pillow at her as she awoke. Her backside just felt a sudden sharp pain. {But that was weeks ago.} She thought to herself, why wasn't it calming down? Stretching that tight little ring of hers so wide had obviously had its consequences that day. The next morning, she had felt like it had shrunk. Her hole had been so tight it was painful when Anders had kindly rubbed in a little ointment, on the, correct, assumption, she was probably pretty sore. He didn't help matters being unable to resist slipping a finger in while he did it though, the dick! For a couple of days, she had felt super-tight, even while doing nothing in particular. Not really a problem, just an effort to use the toilet. The tightness wore off after only a couple of days, after that her butt had basically felt normal. Aside from the additional strain she had also had another side effect. A sharp, short lived stabbing kind of pain. Only for a second at a time and only a couple of times a day. But to begin with it was enough to make her wince whenever it happened. Over the next few weeks it had seemed to die down though. More infrequent and less painful. Yesterday's instance was merely a tiny twinge, so why had it come back with a vengeance today? Anders looked at her, only an inch or so gap between their noses. Hmm, less of a smile, more of a grin.

The sudden pain in her butt quickly disappeared, it always did, only lasting maybe a second or so. But it didn't quite feel like the rest. Like something wasn't quite right. She kept looking at him, slowly becoming aware he was very clearly grinning at her. He asked: “Awake so soon?" The twinge only ever lasts a second, this time was the same, but the reflex of her butt puckering left her with another feeling. {Why does my butthole feel wet?} As her backside relaxed, she noticed something else as it did. It feels kind of cold, something cold touching the outside, and inside, of her ass. She twitched her butthole a little bit, feeling her ring slip up and down something very smooth. As she tightened; a feeling of being full moved deeper into her. As she relaxed it moved outward ever so slightly stretching the tiny hole. Several times she tensed that tiny muscle; just soaking up the sensations it was giving, a cool orb sat just inside her bum, slipping deeper with each tightening of her ring. As she relaxed the orb slipped outward again, but began to stretch her hole after a moment. Completely smooth, the object was sliding through her butthole with ease, only a few millimetres back and forth with her movements. It was pleasant, the orb within her pushing her open slightly as it kissed the inside of her butthole, and something else, kissing the outside as she tightened up.

Enough! She throws the duvet back and jumps out of bed. The orb is heavy, The jolt as her hind paws hit the floor and stop dead, the extra inertia this orb has gave her ass an extra little stretch. {That felt nice.} Nala, excited, had a moment her baser instincts took over. She ran several circles chasing her own tail. Animal instinct frequently taking hold of her when she was either excited, angry, or the best one, about to cum. With tail now in her maw she continues another quarter turn, legs stepping awkwardly to keep her balance with her body in a funny donut shape. She turns to face the mirror, Nala already knows but she wants to see it. There it is! A pretty glass buttplug sitting nicely inside of her, obscuring the lovely mottled flesh of her bum completely. It's giving a light and constant tug on her new found favourite hole to stretch. The plugs base is a popular one it seems, designed to look like a rose, covering up the lovely flower it was now lightly pulling in every direction. Anders had hit the remote for the curtains. Another feature for Nala but convenient for him too. Morning sunlight spread across the room, Nala stood still, the light found her fractal delight. Crimson red sparkles made this toy shine and glitter, first she wiggled her butt a little, watching the sparkles fly around the walls. A few moments and she was satisfied, it looked gorgeous in her! Next was to tense that tiny hole of hers. This time watching as the rose moved in and out. The smooth cool glass flower kissing her backside every single time.

Now fully recognising the plug she jumps back up onto the bed, again enjoying the extra inertia of the plug, giving a very gentle tugging sensation on her butt. She looked around, trying to find it. 'It' is sat on the bedside table behind Anders. “Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes!" The packaging was open. A set of 7 glass plugs lay in order, starting at 1.5" across and going up to a whopping 4.5" wide. Getting wider by half an inch a time. The first slot (1") lay empty, seemingly it was missing. Lost in the same place everyone's car keys disappear to. Nala thought back, now months ago to when she was planning her sexy display for Anders. When she added the pretty glass toy set to her online shopping cart she guessed the first few would be manageable. The last few though, eyes bigger than her butthole and she knew it. Especially the biggest, a HUGE 14" around. Girl's gotta dream though right? A dream Anders had just now put her on the first step toward.

Nala wasn't the type to be prudish, yes, she had been asleep, but she couldn't be happier Ander's had woken her is such a sexy way. Excited, she jumps over to the wardrobe, dragging it open. Small ropes adorn every door in the house, she can go anywhere, and she doesn't even have to scratch her teeth any more. Their toys lay in the base of the wardrobe. No one is looking in here but them; and even if they were, maybe Anders is just super kinky on his own? Nala finds the spreader, carefully grabbing it in her maw, she turns to the bed. Walking up by the side of it on his side she drops the spreader next to him on the duvet. Next, she turns her head to his bedside cabinet and drags the box of plugs to the bed. Sitting it next to the spreader. Nala paws the spreader, then paws at each of the plugs in turn, {how big did it go} she's trying to ask. She looks at him tentatively. Maybe the spreader had already been at it's widest, it sure as hell felt like it when he used it on her. Anders wound the spreader, about ten or fifteen turns of the thread he stopped and compared it to the box. It almost exactly fit the gap. Yep, the plug she had in was all her tiny little hole had managed despite all the drugs and alcohol that day. Absolutely undeterred Nala jumped onto the bed again. Facing Anders but looking at the box she rapidly pawed at the second glass orb. She couldn't make it more obvious {this one please!}

OK maybe she could make it more obvious. Throwing herself around in a 180, her backside now facing him while he half sat up in the bed. Practically pushing her rear end into Anders face. She dropped her front legs to really stick out her butt. In front of Anders, a miniature, fluffy easel displaying Nala's filthy sexy artwork right in front of his face. He wasn't ready to pull the plug out just yet though, maybe what he was looking at was plenty gorgeous. A plump canine cookie, pale, mottled, swollen, WET. Just above it, a glass plug, sat nicely inside her other hole, glistening in the early morning sunlight, twitching as she breathed and, anticipated. Instead of upsizing so soon, she felt his grip right at the top of her legs, resting his fingers on her hips and his thumbs either side of her tail. He pulled her ass ever so slightly wider with his thumbs. If she had them, he'd be pulling her butt cheeks a little wider. The plug slipped in a tiny bit more, he was naughty but he wasn't cruel, the first plug had most definitely been lubricated before being slipped up her sleeping bum. Horny began to build in Nala. Anders seemed to know exactly how to make this happen. His hands let go, allowing her butt to tighten again, finding it's way to the thinnest part of the plug. He tapped it a few times with his fingers, rapidly, harshly, like you might slightly bash a VCR that's playing up. Beautiful vibrations leapt through her body as he did. Exercising that tight hole in and out with the shape of the plug. {PLEASE! The next one!} A singular thought now in Nala's mind.

Chapter 12 – In it together

Nala's fluffy canine ass fluttered and shook in front of Anders face, rear legs either side of him as he half sat up in the bed, more like his head propped up on the headboard. Her front legs dropped to the bed, she wanted to show off for him. Her tail raised nice and high to show off her sexy ass. Made even sexier with the pretty glass flower. She wiggled left and right, tail pulling each direction in turn. Her whole body moved, she was excited and couldn't help but show it. Her torso dropped to the duvet, resting on Anders body beneath it. An oh so familiar lump preventing a comfortable position for her. Her beautiful display had already made him this hard huh? His hands slipped down her rear legs, stopping at her paws he gently rubbed them with his fingers. She turned and looked at him, he was totally mesmerised by the view, just sat there gawping, taking it in. She loved how she could do that. A little yap communicated her impatience, her fore leg extending to tap the box with her paw again. Anders began to forcefully tap the plug currently stretching her ring. “This one not good enough? Looks pretty great to me." The bulge beneath the duvet telling Nala he'd be quite happy no matter which plug she had in. She tapped the box again. {You started this, you better damn finish it!}

“Fine, fine." He continued tapping, those beautiful vibrations continued to pulse through her. The familiar feeling of needing to be fucked building up in her very quickly. A feeling that always showed itself to him, physically. The delicate muscles of her pussy pulsing with the tapping. The familiar cold sensation on the poofy lips of her labia became apparent as it always did when she was getting wet. Colder and wetter she got before a sudden warmth. Moist, gentle, flat, Anders tongue licked her pussy bottom to top, being absolutely sure not to miss a single millimetre. Pushing ever so gently into her folds as he did. His usual deep hum from her canine bitch flavor giving her even more reason to get wet. Several licks and very shallow penetrations later he stopped, lying back on the bed he stopped tapping the plug. The repeated stimulation leaving its mark on her muscle memory, still partially feeling it even though Ander's had stopped. Nala hadn't moved, back end still on full display right in front of him. She felt his fingers grab the end of the plug, pulling it slightly out of her to get a good grip as he went. Slippery and smooth he slightly tugged the plug in every direction, her cute little ring getting all the fun; her pussy lit up with hope it might be next. A little droplet of sexy bitch leaked out of her cookie. He carried on, because of course he did. Her hole being worked in every direction with the gorgeous slippery thing! More clear liquid of appreciation started to drip from her now totally excited pussy. Harder and harder he dragged that plug around her asshole, forcing it in every direction to it's limits. Almost lifting her when he went up and nearly tipping her when he went side to side. When he went down though, {Oh my gosh!} the pressure on her g-spot was intense, and delicious. He stopped abruptly. She felt a small stream of her horny bitch leak out of her pussy. He laughed. Just like always, never at her expense. “Still want the next one?"

Nala dug her chin into the duvet, sliding her nose under the box. With a single flick she practically threw the box at him. The slight clinking and clattering of glass hitting glass as it landed. “I fucking love you!" he said, righting the now upside-down box. The plugs had all fallen from their neatly ordered slots and now lay erratically on the bed. Ander's picked out the next one and set it to one side, grabbing the others by the stems, like one might pick up several wine glasses at once. He carefully dropped the others to the floor, the box followed. He was deliberately avoiding making Nala move. She still kept position, backside stuck out toward his face, rear legs spread for him, tail high and out the way of the lovely view. Front legs resting either side of his body, her chest being supported by a slightly lumpy lower half of Anders. She couldn't help but notice he'd been hard as fuck this entire time. She lifted and tilted her head to the side, sinking her teeth into the duvet slightly to give him a little motivation. Ever so gently she bit into her personal, living, chew toy through the covers. Anders continued while she did so. The bedside table drawer opened. A large container of lube emerged and was dropped on the bed to make it more accessible. He turned back to face her backside. Kissing her pussy for a few moments once again he lay back and asked. “Ready for the next size up?"

Nala lay her head down again, pushing her butt back she wagged her tail at him. “Ok." He said. Again, his fingers tickled her hole as they acquired a firm grasp of the toy currently up her bum. He tugged on it slightly, kind of pulsing it as he went. Her little ring pulsed wider and wider as the toy slid in and out of her. He kept going, tugging slightly, then letting it slip back in a little, then tugging again. Not all the way out of her though, he stopped just before he got halfway. Letting go, the toy slipped back inside of her. {God that felt good.} His fingers once again tickled her bum as they grabbed the toys rose. Once again it steadily pulsed its way out. Sliding effortlessly with his strong motions. Once it got to halfway, he knew this was the widest point and held it in her. Resisting the protestations of her tight little butt the glass orb was holding her ring open in a perfect circle. Her asshole twitched and fluttered around it. Unable to force it in either direction she pulled herself slightly forward, taking a couple of tiny steps, her butt seemingly kissing the glass as it shrank gently around the tip. “Seems pretty clean." Remarked Ander's, obviously commenting on the fact that she hadn't 'cleaned' herself this morning. He chucked it toward the foot of the bed, landing on the covers to deal with it later.

The next plug now in hand Ander's was busy coating it with lube. Nala noticed he made extra effort with it, every single inch of the toy had some of the slippery jelly. He obviously didn't want her to be uncomfortable. The slick fingers found their way to her backside, giving little circular strokes to the outside of her bare flesh. A finger slipped up her butt, because of course it did. Wriggling around inside of her just to tease what was about to happen. Anders finger stopped moving, still inside her naughty hole. His other hand brought the bottle of lube to his mouth squeezing it slightly. Flipping the cap and dropping the bottle he turned to face his lover. She still lay there, filthy sexy end toward him. That delicate tongue of his now fighting it's way up her bum, he licked the inside of her ring round and round in circles. {Brave…boy.} She thought, in between the heavy pants she was making to let him know the dirty kiss was absolutely appreciated. His tongue slipped out of her and was quickly replaced by a cool slimy feeling just inside her butt. He gave an exaggerated smooch as his lips left her little butthole, returning to his half lying position. Carefully coated buttplug still in one hand he wiped the slime from his face with the other. “Ready?"

Nala didn't feel the need to do anything in reply, simply staying still. Expectant doggy butthole right in front of him being enough of a hint for now. The cold glass orb touched her waiting skin. This one was much more egg shaped, no doubt to make it a little easier to get it in. He pushed it into her, immediately her pussy dribbled at the stretch, very quickly she was as wide as the last one and still getting wider. She'd never felt so…open. Alas, this wasn't going to be easy, her muscles couldn't take any more and the plug halted. Her jaws clenched shut, putting strain on her teeth. She leaned back into it but that only helped a little. Anders hand was just being pushed away as she tried to open herself wider for the toy. She relaxed, pulling away to give her butt a little break. Taking several deep breaths she leaned back again to let him know to try again. Anders obliges, the toy opening her asshole wide as it slips into her. Too wide, once more it doesn't make it. Anders tries something new, gently moving the base in a circle to try and work it into her. She holds firm for him, letting him work his magic, making her drip from her swollen canine pussy. Over and over again, she relaxes, catching her breath, leaning back into him for him to stretch her backside wide open. Harder and harder Anders is pushing, but Nala just can't hold herself in place. He's pushing so hard she is now just sliding forward on the bed. She's red hot from the strain. Panting constantly from the tremendous effort it's taking. Anders seems to be tiring too, unable to keep the pressure for very long.

“Maybe we should try again another time?" For the first time since they started Nala moved. Steadily walking off the end of the bed. A little tentative at first, since her butt had been exercised thoroughly already. She dragged open the wardrobe again, nose snooting around the box of goodies in the bottom. Two small glass vials emerged in her maw and made their way back to the bed. The vials of chemical lust and libido landed next to Anders. Poppers. Anders sat up, grabbing the water bowl from her bedside cabinet. Now empty; she must have been thirsty in the night. Nala jumped onto the bed once again, giving Anders a moment to fill the bowl with the devil juice. He placed it between his legs in front of him for her to stick her snout in once she was in the same position as before. Nala had a better idea, she tapped on the outside of his thigh with her paw. She wants the bowl somewhere different. Understanding, Anders moved it for her, exhibiting a quizzical look on his face. Not curious enough to ask but curious enough to be confused. She got back into position. Head down; ass up; tail down. She wasn't ready just yet. This was going to work and she knew how. Opening her maw she wriggled her head left and right to wrap her dangerous pearly white teeth around his thigh. The poppers bowl now just beneath her nose. She was going to need something to bite down on. And this would be nice and soft for her teeth, especially through the duvet. Her eyes moved around in her head, only able to see Anders in her periphery. Was that worry on his face? “I…I guess we're in this together?" He said. The nervousness absolutely coming through in his voice. She clenched her jaw a couple of times in agreement, not having considered this til Ander's pointed it out. {We are now.}

Chapter 13 – Careful what you wish for

Clearly understanding their fates were entwined, Anders opted to make this easier on her, and therefore him too. Nala couldn't be sure who he was thinking of the most, but she knew if she ever asked, he'd happily reassure her and delicately affirm she was still enjoying herself. He leant over picking up the lube again, placing the large toy down for a few moments. A strong hand of his rested on her hips, just at the base of her tail. Holding her nice and still for what he was going to do next. His slippery fingers entered her backside, she had a tight little hole so he only got to three before she couldn't take any more. His palm once in a while delighting her beautiful swollen labia. His appendages began to wriggle around inside of her, up and down, cautiously stroking the fragile membrane inside of her. Gently at first, the wriggling teasers movements got more and more exaggerated, stroking her insides more forcefully. {Mmmph} every so often catching her g-spot with his downward tickles. She breathed heavily, but kept her nose away from the bowl, limiting how much of the chemical stimulant she was absorbing. So far her jaws lay at rest, she didn't want to use too much of the magic elixir too soon, she was definitely going to need a stronger hit later.

Anders arm rotated to the side, a strange sensation of her asshole being stretched from one direction moving to another as he did. His other hand held her steady as he tugged to the side, her butt couldn't quite keep up with his fingers, Nala felt her ass gape a little, his fingers tugging to the side and his other hand holding her hips in place. {Fucking hell that felt good!} a little whine left her maw. Almost entirely absorbed by the duvet and yet, Anders definitely heard it. She felt his cock shifting around beneath her. Over time she had noticed the cute little noises she made caused his body to react in the sexiest ways. She whined some more for him as he tugged her hole harder, managing to open it up just a little more. Anders fingers returned to the middle, and slipped out of her. Swapping hands, she soon had another three fingers inside of her tugging the other way. Anders fingers forced another gape; she let out another cute, almost inaudible, whine. She wasn't just doing it to communicate her enjoyment, she really couldn't help it. Sexual stimulation often elicited her body into making noises she didn't intend to. An extra strong tug on this side too, pulling her open yet again, and for a fraction of a second Nala wondered, {What would it be like if he fisted me?}

The fingers inside of her released their grip, straightening out, her little ring tightened back to where it should be, Ander's fingers slipping out of her again. The hand holding her hips steady lifted away. Expecting another mildly forceful stretch to the other side Nala waited. Two fingers slipped up her bum and pulled to one side, only a little this time. {Hmph.} She thought, {Disappointing.} No sooner had the disappointment fully occupied her mind than another two fingers fought their way inside of her. Her tight ring fought the extra stretch, twitching and tensing around the four fingers, pulling them together as she did. Anders hands moved apart, two fingers from each hand going opposite ways. Her asshole couldn't resist, it gaped in front of him. Much like the metal spreader from a few weeks ago, but this felt better, it was him doing it. A heavy 'huff' left her maw, causing a little involuntary push from her pelvic floor. She knew she was showing him a cute little rose made entirely of her tender insides. The same push produced an oh so familiar trickling feeling from her pussy lips too. She was such a dribbly girl back there. Nala felt filthy, but insanely turned on.

Both of the horny couple seemed satisfied this was enough at this point. It was time to try the plug again. Those butt bullying fingers relented, allowing her backside to close up again. Not too quickly though, a little tension from Nala and they absolutely gripped her open again for a moment. {Such a fucking tease!} she thought, both hands away from her ass, she felt him give it a little kiss, a little suck and a gentle tongue tickle it ever so slightly open. The cold glass egg soon ready at her tender entrance again. Very slick now, Nala considered Ander's probably didn't want any more bite marks. The pressure on her entrance soon building up higher and higher. One hand on the toy, the other patting and rubbing the base of her tail and top of her hips in encouragement. Ruffling her fur when he released the pressure and carefully holding her still while he softly worked it into her. At this point it's not clear who's controlling who, he pushes, she bites down; she bites down, he pushes. Each attempt pretty much getting to the same point. Nala is obviously unable to see how far in the toy is when it's reaching it's limit. The amount of force he's using getting higher and higher each time, Nala can only think if only he pushed a little harder. Several minutes pass, each attempt to stretch her wide enough failing. She stumbles forward slightly, taking several tiny steps, unable to keep still with how much he's pushing. She just can't relax her butt enough to get it in! Anders pauses for a moment, rubbing her hips he asks her kindly “Should we stop?" Nala releases her jaw from her human cut of shank. Turning around, a little awkwardly from the slightly strange feeling in her backside. She approaches his face giving him a little lick on his cheek. Nala turns again, going right back to that fluffy sexy easel. {No! fucking get it in me!}

Her jaws return to the living bite block of Ander's thigh. A couple of gentle bites and the orb is on it's way into her again. Why is it being such a fucking tease? it only goes so far, she holds firm, determined to get a little further. She remembers the poppers beneath her nose, she tilts forward slightly to get a really good lung full. The rapid intoxication has the desired effect. Almost instantly she feels the egg slip a little deeper than before. The tiny extra movement of the toy made her take a couple more of those awkward steps forward. Anders was still pushing, strained grunts from him gave away the enormous effort he was using. “It's just not going honey." Ander's released the pressure, allowing the toy to slip back out. Nala, now mesmerised by the poppers and worse, horny-frustrated, wasn't ready to give up. Her jaws closed. Her beautiful teeth piercing the bedclothes imprinting her desire into his body. “Fucking hell ok!" Nala loosened her maw, but only slightly, she didn't want this message to fade away. The two acted simultaneously. Nala once again tilting her head forward to take in the despicable vapours, no doubt adding to the damage she was doing to his leg. Anders propped himself up a little further in the bed. Struggling slightly, his right leg fully tensed up trying to mitigate the canine daggers biting into it. Nala fully emptied her lungs, trying not to blow away the volatile love potion in front of her. She took it in, a steady breath to maximise the effect.

Nala's backside stretching open quickly from the urgency her bite was putting into his actions. His other hand still giving soft encouragement, tenderly scratching the tops of her hips and the base of her tail. She reached her limit again. Anders could tell. Nala's head was now swimming with the poppers, completely in a daze from the poppers and her own horny self. Anders was struggling again, unable to keep up the pressure. The huge orb was beginning to withdraw once more. Nala's corrupted mind had other ideas, she wanted him to force it, to hurt her. Nala didn't know why but she knew this was what she wanted! Or was it just the poppers? In any case, her jaws delivered a crushing bite. Ander's leg jolted, trying to resist those piercing teeth. “Fine!" The soft hand that had just now been gently stroking her hips went from Jekyll to Hyde. The base of her tail was seized in it's grasp. His grip was intense, Nala had never known him be this rough before, was he really this strong? It was a forceful motion, mostly under control but not quite, her rear paws left the bed. The toy relented. Slipping back, it returned to a point it was only kissing her opening. “No! I wanted you to push harder." Nala, in her cloud of horny lust, clearly hadn't fully read the situation. She was getting what she wanted, but Anders had intended to be as tender as he could manage. Not realising Anders had surrendered, Nala sank her teeth yet further into him, ending any chance, this was going to be gentle.

Nala had no idea, but Anders had only let the huge orb slip out a little to give himself a better grip. The heel of his palm met the back of the toy, giving him unspeakable power over it. Throughout all of this, his actions substantially hastened by the intense and piercing pain she was delivering to him. The grip on her tail was painful, controlling, masterful. Her vagina did what it always did for Anders, leaking canine scented lust just for him. Not knowing the reason Nala wondered why the hell he had let it slip out again. How hard did she have to bite hi…. For a split second. Her cute little bum screamed at her to stop! A pained squeal from Nala so loud it was barely softened by the duvet. Too late. Painful, yes, but it can't have been that bad, her cookie drooled, fresh, slippery excitement onto the bed. Ander's had only needed to push the toy half way. Once that glass egg had reached it's widest point, Nala's over-stretched butthole did the rest. Trying desperately to return to it's normal size it had tightened rapidly around the shrinking profile of the plug. The glass weight shot forward into her. The tight little ring of her bum still trying to tighten further. The toy came to rest with the thinnest part of the neck held in place right at the muscle of her asshole. 'Thinnest.' Thinnest on this toy maybe but it was easily wider at the neck than the last toy had been at it's biggest! “It's so fucking filling!" The egg-shaped glass toy made her insides ache. The sensitive flesh tunnel of her ass stretched way more than it ever had before. The toy applying pressure on her g-spot. The smooth nature of it's surface offering no stimulation. Just a constant reminder of it's presence. Already, she felt sore.

The pressure was uncomfortable, it was in every direction within her. Nala tried to squeeze her bum. She tried again. She was thinking it but her stretched out hole did nothing. The ring of muscle her butthole made up was clearly beyond it's limits, held so wide she couldn't even control it any more. That same feeling of her body rejecting the huge foreign object crept in. A feeling she had last felt when Anders had taken her anal virginity. She tried to push, the toy didn't move, she hoped it might slip a little out of her. Just a little, enough to appease that cramping sensation of rejection. Thinking if she really needed to she could just push it out. It didn't move at all. She once again tried to tense up, to relax, to anything. The buttplug was holding her ass wide open, Her insides totally displaced with no chance of respite. The toy was not going anywhere. A couple of taps to the toy confirmed her situation. Unlike before, the vibrations didn't really travel into her body. Her ring was now rigid in place. Instead, the taps just fell flat. A couple more taps. Anders was far too polite really. Nala's jaws relented, releasing him from her lustful grip. “Are you ok?" Ander's first thought for Nala just overwhelmed her. She tried to turn to thank him but the enormous egg inside of her made moving very uncomfortable. Only getting halfway through the turn before the huge weight seemingly anchored her in place. “Stay still babe." Ander's carefully moved around her, sliding himself out of the sheets he stood at the side of the bed to look her in the face. “Are you ok?" he repeated. A clear, and deep, bite mark present on his thigh. Nala looked at him, then the bite, then back to him and nodded. “Good." He said.

Chapter 14 – Be Quick!

The now fully plugged canine bitch did as she was told. She kept still, gradually beginning to appreciate the feeling of being so incredibly full on the inside and stretched so massively on the outside. Any little movement was uncomfortable, she tried to keep as still as possible, but it was a necessary evil. Her back legs took the tiniest most hurried steps apart to try and give this thing more room. Now spreading her own hind quarters as far as she could to relieve the pressure. Just a little. Ander's left the room through the door behind him. Nala continued to find the sweet spot. Keeping her rear paws still and back legs as straight as possible she was now moving all around with the front of her body. Pacing her front paws left to right, back and forward, arching her back inward then outward. Just trying to find the most comfortable position for it. The methodical movements of her upper body even found a really nice little gesture. An unexpected pleasure because of the constant and dull ache her rear end was coping with. Bowing her front legs, ass still unmoving and up in the air, the littlest roll of her hips back and forth around the resting position. Her butt moved just a tiny bit, but the arc the tip of the plug went through gave her g-spot the most unique and loving caress. {Worth it!} The pain, the soreness, the ache, all getting slowly more over-powering. But all totally worth it, this new sensation felt beautiful.

“Having fun?" Anders had returned. His leg now clean he approached the edge of the bed and leaned forward onto it to bring the two lovers face to face. She lay her head on the bed, still continuing the ever so slight flutter of her hips. His hands, so forceful only five minutes ago reached out and scratched the back of her ears. Her fur flowed through his fingers, tickling her neck and head. Nala closed her eyes and her tongue ventured a modicum out the front of her mouth. He stroked the top of her snout with a cupped hand before kissing her nose, very obviously watching her do her best with the enormous toy. “Ignore me," he said. Anders pushed himself off the bed, long, slow movements to avoid disturbing her. The wardrobe opened and something hit the bed near her hind quarters. Eyes now closed, she was trying to keep the imposing toy in that one sweet spot. She paid the unknown object no attention. Next, something sliding around on the carpet, coming to rest directly behind her. Finally, in front of her, the gentle clinking sound of glass on glass. Nala was just about managing to obscure the aching discomfort with her sweet spot butt wiggle. “Open your eyes hun." Nala did as she was asked, the world in front of her coming quickly into focus. Her miniature dance came to a halt as she processed it. Before her was a line of glass butt plugs, neatly placed back into their box, in a row from smallest to largest. The third slot was empty, the cut out reading ' 2" '. “I swear it wasn't on purpose." Anders voice came over sincere. “I must have mixed them up when you threw the box."

Nala wasn't upset, or angry. She bought the full set for a reason, she just didn't expect to be skipping any steps when using them. “Well let's make the most of it while we can." Anders picked up her favourite vibe he had thrown on the bed just now. Nala carefully shook her head, not wanting to make any movements that would travel to her aching but highly aroused backside. “No? Should we take it out?" Again, Nala shook her head. The repeated nudging of her g-spot hadn't been for nothing. She was in a high state of horny but she knew for sure her bum wouldn't be able to deal with anything so intense as her cumming right now. She stepped her fore legs backwards; raising her chest from the bed. Nala saw Ander's eyes look up, and behind her. His cock noticeably grew, in only the few moments he was looking past her, he was getting really fucking hard. Back legs still splayed, tail up and still trying to accommodate the huge plug. And now, stood up on all four of her skinny legs she tipped her head to the side to see what he was looking at. Behind her, at the edge of the bed was the full-length mirror. Anders could see her absolutely dripping pussy and completely filled ass from where he was. He made sure he could, by moving the mirror. It had once been a worry for Nala that Anders didn't like her body. After all she was missing several features human females had and had some additional ones they did not. Right now was why she loved him though. How hard he got, and how fast, from what she did have to offer. It all just made her feel so validated.

Nala turned back to look at Anders. That look of eyeing fresh meat had appeared in her eyes, Just as they caught view of his now very erect cock. The same look that if Anders noticed it, he knew he was in trouble. A wet and ready canine tongue licked all around her mouth, she couldn't manage much at one end right now, but that didn't mean she had to go without being breached by her favourite thing in the world somewhere else. Nala shuffled forward on the bed, bringing herself to it's edge. Tiny steps from her rear legs, more of a waddle to keep that exact angle in her hips. Nala had now reached him. Her snout poked him in the belly to break his gaze. Even now still looking in the mirror. He looked down at her, taking her head in his hands and leaning forward to kiss her. His member twitched a little. Nala couldn't help but notice he was absolutely rock solid. From looking at her. The uncomfortable ache from the plug meaning she wasn't going to be able to do much for long she tilted her body, bending her legs on one side. What followed was the most awkward way of flipping onto her back she had ever attempted. It was slow, ungraceful and uncomfortable. Once again Anders vision wandered to the mirror. Only when she was fully on her back did he look down again. She was looking up at him, well, part of him, that fresh meat she wanted oh so bad. Her head off the edge of the bed and saliva practically dripping from her jaws she had to give her mouth another generous licking. She was in position. A position the two knew well. She wanted a throat fucking.

“You sure you don't want to try the vibe?" Nala most definitely did not. If anything, she was running out of time before the aching feeling became overwhelming and she would need help taking out the toy, and both of them would be left unsatisfied. Her snout jabbed into his crotch. That familiar musky scent she had grown to love coated her nose. She breathed it in, only making her more ready. Anders held himself out for her, moving forward with his hips. She shook her upside-down head as his tip touched her snout. Nala lay belly up, a fore leg extended upwards, her claws lightly scraped the hand he was using to hold his cock. Her leg then folded back toward her chest. A somewhat silly visual, she then began to alternately flap her fore paws in his direction. The two so in tune this made perfect sense to him. He let go of his rock-hard member and offered out a cupped hand just in front of her. She placed a paw in his palm. His fingers closed around her much smaller, fluffy equivalent. Next, his other hand offered to her, in just the same way. For a second time she placed her paw in his hand, and for a second time he closed his hand around her gentle limb. Nala pulled her front legs toward her, bringing his hands with them. She prayed she was going to need them to stop her from sliding down the bed.

Nala now looked up at her, hopefully, soon to be choker and gave it another jab with her snout. Licking her mouth for the third time she lay her tongue out to one side and opened her maw. Somewhat awkwardly Anders brought his cock round to line up with her epically dangerous mouth. Lining himself up he let it slip between her deliciously pointed canines. His body position pushing it into the base of her mouth, pressing hard into her tongue. The dull weight now seemingly less of a problem now that she is on her back, Nala is free to enjoy the extremely heightened senses at the other end of her body. Her mouth is ever so gently being penetrated by a very hard implement while her ass is being held fully open by another. The very shallow strokes Anders is putting in are just his way of preparing her, she knows that. The extreme pressure in her backside making her try and speed things along. The huge stretch makes her feel sexy, but it is quickly becoming overpowering. Anders is gradually increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts, but not nearly quick enough. At this rate she's going to have to take the plug out long before he reaches climax, he's far from a quick shot. Nala's pussy drooled at the collective memory of a thousand times she hadn't quite managed to win the sexiest game in the world. Every time Anders just seemed to last that little bit longer than she did.

The menacing teeth in her jaws carefully squeezed her toy with a few gentle hints. His leg would be ok with some rather forceful encouragement. His cock however might be a little displeased; and this was a body part she would never presume to offend. Her fore legs pulled into her body bringing his hands with them, giving herself the best 'grip' her little legs were capable of, she's ready. Anders took the hint, his next thrust was just as slow, but his entire length glided into her maw. Right at the back of her mouth it opened up her throat and his tip pushed it's way inside. He held, hilted at the front and tickling at the back of her mouth. His balls brushing side to side against her sopping wet nose. {DELICIOUS!} Maw full of his taste, and nose full of his scent. Nala tried to relax her throat, he is pretty big after all. A little gag at first. He kept steady, keeping his rock-hard cock right at the back of her throat. Her fore legs found the smallest extra movement. She didn't relent, she managed to pull him just a millimetre closer. Anders knew this was permission. He leaned forward. {fucking hell he's heavy!} Nala had no choice, another half inch of human cock slipped into her throat. Another gag, stronger though; something else too, she began to salivate immensely. It almost immediately began to drip from the sides of her maw. His immense weight managed to force him even further. Deeper down her throat he went; she could now feel herself leaking at both ends. Thick dribbles of spit and pussy juice being so beautifully extracted from her.

Another gag, this time uncomfortable. The tiniest relenting from her fore paws made him back off. He took himself out to the tip. Just far enough she could still caress the entire head of his cock but plenty far enough she could breathe easily. Reflex induced drool coated the inside of her mouth, and a rather large patch on the floor. A couple of deep breaths and she was ready to go again. She pulled his hands down to her chest again. Anders hips moved forward. Finding the best place for him, he must understand she isn't going to be able to keep that massive plug in forever. His strokes were quite short, but perfectly aligned with the base of her eager tongue. Nala did her best to hold it out to him. Mostly because every so often his cock would leak a little of that delicious liquid that tasted exactly like he smelled right into her mouth. But also because she knew the extra stimulation would bring him to finish that little bit quicker. Not much Nala can do from this position, she is merely a willing passenger in his carnal delight. So fucking willing! Her fore paws keeping his hands tight into her chest, {Don't stop!}

Ander's breathing stopped, he must be SO close, trying to concentrate fully on his orgasm. His thrusts deep, but short inside her maw now. Stroking a very small and very grateful patch of her tongue. He stopped moving, a strong but deep thrust began toward the back of her throat. {NO!} Nala quickly lifted her paws, she wanted him to pull back. She wants every last inch of her tongue to taste him. Even during climax he did as she commanded. His cock pulled back slipping out and rubbing the entire length of her tongue on it's way out. Just the tip in the very end of her maw remained. The head of his cock expanding and contracting for a few seconds. Then {Mhhhhmmmpppphhhh!} liquid love began to fill her mouth. Red hot and being pumped right onto the full length of her tongue! Each pulse from his body squirted more and more of the delicious gel into her maw. Satisfied he had properly filled her maw with his mouthwatering taste she pulled his hands closer, giving him permission to find that sweet spot he was using earlier. The head of his cock, now utterly covered in his dense taste, quickly found it's way to the back of her throat. Tiny little strokes rubbed the base of her tongue and the tender flesh tunnel of her throat as he wound down his climax. His light thrusting slipping through the tight entrance to her throat, coating it with his thick, male, cum.

If she didn't need to breath Nala could have stayed like this forever. His huge cock ever so slightly expanding the entrance to her throat. A water tight and air tight seal with the occasional drip of manly musk dripping into her gullet. no chance for it to escape. The impossibility of losing any of his hot manhood made her pussy drool. She coped with him as long as she could, a beautiful piece of him forced deep where she could taste every exquisite dribble from him. Unfortunately, she DID need to breath. She lifted her paws for the final time. Ander's withdrew. Sometimes she wanted him to take control. Others, to truly enjoy herself she needed to make some decisions. Choking, slightly was pretty hot, but the intimate couple's experience of each other was so varied and extensive now that they both knew one another's limits. Nala's was she liked to choke, but only a little bit. The tip of Anders cock slipped past those eviscerating canines. So welcome he had no fear of their sharpness. Nala swallowed, several times, still lying upside down on the bed. Anders dipped down, coming to his knees on the floor to bring his body level with hers. He dropped his head to her chest, burying his nose into her fur. Breathing in through his nose he sampled her female canine musk. Rubbing his face into her to really take in her essence. His left hand found her neck, his right found her belly. Both began a sensual massage, the most vulnerable parts of her and he had no fear touching them as he wanted. As she wanted.

Nala continued to swallow, she didn't want to miss a drop! Anders hands rubbed her underside up and down before he sat back and brought them both to either side of her head. His face now in front of hers, a few inches away he was looking into her eyes. {Damn his eyes are so gorgeous!} Both hands began to scratch behind her ears. It almost stifled the now egregious feeling in her backside. Nala tried to ignore it, Anders had leaned toward her, hoping for one of her long-tongued kisses. Sadly, she had to stop him. Her backside was now suffering. A front paw reached out and pushed under his chin, lifting his head up so it could see over her body on the bed. Her other fore paw gestured toward the mirror. It's too obvious what she needs, there's no way he'll misunderstand. “OK, let's get it out."

Anders, gave her a kiss anyway. {Does he really have such instinctive devotion he defies me like this?}. Hurried, but nonetheless heartfelt. He stood and walked around to the other side of the bed. A hand of Jekyll gripped midway up her tail. {Damn, what happened to Hyde?} Gentle but nonetheless exciting, the hand dragged her body from one side of the bed to the other. If she didn't have the plug in causing such an overwhelming distraction, she'd have been so ready for a fucking right now. That one tiny gesture and she had melted completely to being his to play with. {WOW!}. His fingers slipped under the head of the plug. The now very sore ring of her bum was tugged outward with each little manoeuvre of his fingers. He pulled. The blunt profile of the egg-shaped plug didn't slip out of her, instead her asshole was tugged a full inch away from her body before her whole body moved toward him, following that so very tired and enflamed muscle. {Fuck that HURT!} Realising his mistake, Anders was quick to apologise. “Sorry honey, I think this might hurt a little. Can you try to relax?" One hand now gripping the plug, his other arm reached out and pressed into her hind legs, pushing them down toward her body and pushing her body into the bed. Nala still had no control over this particular orifice, it was wide open with no way for her to do anything. Anders tugging had opened her up a little, making it painful very quickly. The plug relented slightly, allowing it to slip back to the 'thinnest' part of the neck. The only respite she was getting until it came out. Anders pulled.

Her body remained still, held in place by his other arm. Her asshole felt like it was being pulled inside out. Probably two inches of her backside moved with the blunt instrument before her asshole opened even a little to let it go. For the second time today a deafening scream from her butt to STOP! Before it was all over. The plug was out. Anders didn't just let it go, it was a single controlled motion, not too fast; not too slow. As the huge filler disappeared out of her, she noticed her insides were very quick to fill to void. Had he pulled too fast she had no doubt her delicate flesh insides would have both filled the void and tried to follow the toy once it had left her body. Did he know that? Instead, the toy was now kissing her entrance at her now 'normal' size. His motion continued, a very obvious squelch embarrassing her as the glass surface left her little bum hole. Anders stood up rapidly and left the room. Nala could feel something wasn't quite right. She could feel her butt wasn't back to normal. Yet more new sensations greeted her. She tried to squeeze her butt. With no plug this should work right. Not this time, she had been stretched so far her little butt couldn't even properly close. Nala knew her asshole was gaping right now. Showing off her insides to anyone who might be looking in the mirror. She tried to squeeze again, but those ever so delicate muscles just didn't respond.

Running water from the en-suite. Nala wasn't stupid, he had gone to remove any trace of embarrassment for her. A few moments of her trying desperately to close herself up and he returned, toilet paper and clean buttplug in hand. The plug found it's way to the head of the bed with a comically flourished throw. He then kneeled down at her backside, being extremely gentle, he wiped around her butt a few times before leaving to the bathroom and flushing whatever had happened down the toilet. Once more he retuned to the bedroom with more toilet paper. This time placing the roll on the floor and lying next to her. “Take your time." Time is what she needed. She could feel over the last few minutes her bum was slowly closing back up. Those muscles in her ass that had recently been stretched thinner than paper beginning to recover. One of Anders arms slid beneath her neck, elevating it from the bed, his elbow bent bringing her head closer to his. The other free hand rubbing her body from chest down to belly. “Sorry again babe, I really didn't know it was so big." Each attempt to clench was now eventually being received by her butt. Gradually closing her gaping ass. The pain of the stretching experience was an oddly positive memory at this point. {I cannot wait for you to fist me!} {Oh my god, did I really just think that?} Nala's inner monologue somewhat conflicted but absolutely determined and clear. Unable to speak she merely tilted her head in his arm toward his, looking deeply into his eyes she began to lick his face. There was nothing here but purely positive thoughts, and what is clearly a slippery slope of stretching some really rather delicate body parts.

Chapter 15 – I need a shower

Nala lay looking at her master. Head resting on his arm, all four limbs hovering over her. Delicate butt beginning on it's road to recovery. Ready for further abuse she was determined to put it through. For now though. She was so fucking sore! “Want to do more? I'd hate to leave you hanging…" Feeling brave enough to move, she rolled her body toward him. The uncomfortable feeling of her backside tensing in several directions as she did so was unpleasant but bearable. Continuing the manoeuvre she eventually got herself on top of him. Shaking her head she leaned forward. {Just being close to you is enough for now.} Her head came to rest on his shoulder. Her tail began to wag a very restrained pattern behind her. Ander's hugged her tightly, both arms fully embraced her fur-covered body. Relenting; they began a lovely massage of her. Full length of her back from neck to hips. Up and down he rubbed, being sure to scritch her with his fingers every couple of inches. His body was warm, bare skin giving up his body heat so freely to her. Nala lay still, she could lay like this forever. “Hey babe, I have a few things I need to get done today. Think you'll be ok?" Nala lifted her head to look at him. His hands now just resting on her shoulders. “Let's see if I can do something about your poor little backside before I go though hmm?" Nala nodded and gingerly climbed off of him. Putting as little strain in her pelvic floor as possible. A much more controlled exit from the bed followed. One foot at a time.

The shower started to gush. Using her paws, Nala adjusted the levers to get a comfortably warm temperature her nose was content with. Anders had disappeared downstairs but knowing he was going out he'd be wanting a shower before he left. Not to mention she didn't want any of her competition picking up the pure masculine scent he'd be carrying after this morning's shenanigans. {Could human women even pick up such things?} Tentatively Nala climbed into the shower, soaking her fur so it began to sag all over her body. She moved slowly around the shower to fully saturate herself with the flowing warmth. Being sure not to miss anywhere. A very slight yelp when the hot stream found it's way to the very sensitive bare flesh of her behind. {It's gonna be sore for weeks!}. The bathroom door clicked closed. Anders had entered. He stepped into the shower cubicle and instantly cut off the warm flow pelting her body. He knelt down to bring himself to her level, a fresh shower of droplets hitting her face. His hands cupped either side of her lower jaw, thumbs above her snout. He wiped the water from her eyes. “Your fur's gorgeous when it's all wet like this." Nala took the gentle compliment, leaping up with forelegs to his shoulders. She tried for a long kiss from him in the heated rain. He responded in kind for a short moment, breaking repeatedly. “I need," “to," “get ready." He stood up, lifting her fore-paws from his shoulders and carefully letting her down to the floor. The soap appeared from it's designated dish. Grasped in his hands he started to roll it around. Lathering it up he looked down at her. “Want shampooing or you just here for a rinse?"

The actual necessity for her to be clean, at least to please her master was one reason to get a shampoo. The better reason was the gorgeous way his fingers would work the soap into her fur. He never missed a spot. She knew he'd tickle every inch of her if she said yes. {Yes!}. She looked at the selection of cleaning materials to the side of the shower, nodding in agreement. Anders looked on, knowing any answer she gave would be visual; he would always wait for her to give a solid indication before resuming what he was up to. He rubbed himself all over with his now lathered-up hands. {God I wish I could do that…}. A few moments passed with him under the water stream as he rinsed himself off. Nala wandered carefully around his legs, catching the off-shoot of warm rain. He stepped forward, forcing her out of the cubicle. On his way past the shelves, he picked up her canine shampoo. Those human scents were far too overpowering for her acute senses. She could cope with it being on her partner, but were it in the fur around her nose she'd be suffering. He poured the liquid soap from the top of her head all the way down her back. A hand following to spread it slightly. Once he reached her tail the cap flipped shut and the bottle landed back in the shelves.

The four-legged fluff-girl jumped up with her fore legs again, landing them over his shoulders she held her face near to his, waiting for what was next. Both his hands reached out and helped spread the soap over her entire body. Kneading her fur from shoulders down to butt. His fingers wriggled over her soaked skin, giving a gentle tingle wherever they touched. Up and down her body they went, being sure to saturate every inch of fur on her back. Working it carefully through her marble coat until she was almost white with foam. “On your back." Nala obliged. Back legs bending, tail tucked between her rear legs to soften the blow; her butt landed on the floor. A fore leg slipped off his shoulder and pushed away using his chest. Her other fore leg slipped off his other shoulder. She leaned back, a sarcastically laboured tumble onto her back. Now belly up she gestured with her eyes to her pussy. Wiggling her hips using the extra leverage from her tail. Her unique 'smile' appearing around her maw. "Hey." He said, pointing a finger at her face. “No teasing." Ander's said with a grin. He kneeled down just above her hind legs; straddling her. His hands once more blended into her fur, this time on her chest. The gentle strokes of his fingers found their way through the much thinner pelt to her body. Not a single inch of her missed. His hands caressing her from vulnerable neck to soft belly. Only just reaching beneath him to the inside of her hips and back to her chest. {I wonder if it bother's him I don't have boobs?} In these moments Nala couldn't help but feel she might be in some way insufficient for him. Like this could never truly be real.

In these moments she always remembered his response when she asked him in the most direct way she could. Using a device she struggled to even operate. She had typed out the question over several minutes. “How can I ever be good enough?" Anders had responded quickly. Not needing to think of an answer she knew he meant it. “Good enough? You're not good enough. You're everything I could ever want." Nala looked up at him in the current moment leaning over her, rubbing her chest. Ander's wasn't hesitating, he didn't look disgusted, no expression of disappointment. If anything; he seemed to be enjoying this almost as much as she was. Why question his intent so harshly? A few seconds of his beautiful caress and the stupid idea boobs mattered disappeared. Naa's eyes blinked gently. Ander's lifted himself to his feet, still crouched but able to move. Backing up he leaned up against the glass cubicle wall. “Agh! Fucking cold." His legs straigtened up, raising him to full height, he grabbed the shower head from the holder. He turned with it, being careful not to hit Nala with the spray; it began to strike where he had just been crouching. The glass slowly cleared of steam getting warmer from the water flow. He turned once more, crouching to bring his back to the glass. Now comfortably warm he sat down fully, leaning against the glass. Legs out in front of him. Waving a hand at Nala he dropped the head near the drain. The spray now shooting upward and disappearing down the drain. Nala flipped, carefully of course. She got to all fours and walked the couple of paces to him. Reversing roles, she now straddled his legs out in front of him. Her hind legs folded, sitting her on his shins. She held her snout about six inches from his face. Waiting for what was next.

Arms by his sides he shuffled a little to bring himself fully upright. Elbows bent and hands reached forward, he touched the back of her ears. The same gentle feathering of his fingers teased the top of her head. The shampoo working it's way through her gorgeous coat. Utterly involuntarily; one of her hind legs began to shake. {Dammit!} Anders continued, just at the back of her ears, covering the small area with physical affection, Nala's eyes slowly closed from the sensation. The lovely stimulation continued, his multiple appendages tickling the little square so damn effectively! Her maw drifted open, tongue wandering outward. The moment he stopped, so did her back leg. Eyes opened, jaw shot closed. {DAMMIT!} He smiled at her now looking at him. He gripped her ears gently, carefully pulling on them as his hands slid from base to tip. Next, they found their way to the front of her head. Avoiding her maw of course, he introduced the shampoo to the fur on her snout, lower jaw and brow. He looked so happy touching her so gently like this. Being sure he didn't miss anything. Nala couldn't help herself, her head tilted and her tongue shot out, she needed a kiss from him. Anders, very much cornered, didn't stop her, accepting her affection freely. The two, sopping wet and covered in shampoo took the time to share a gentle, but sloppy kiss.

Anders arms had reached out to her to hug her in the moment. He pulled back. Arms loosely around her shoulders now. “For the record. LOOK what you do to me!" His eyes dropped down to his crotch. Nala looked down to see what he was looking at. Fully erect he looked back at Nala. The canine took a moment to imagine him inside her. She then looked back to his face. Unsure of herself as she always was, she hoped it really was all her. Anders reached an arm out to the side, dragging his hand past a lever. “I really do have things I need to do today babe." The shower head died out, impromptu sprinkler fading from existence. A few moments and the sprinklers all-round the cubicle sprang into life. Warm rain pelted the couple from every direction. Ander's hands once more moving all round her body helping the shampoo leave her saturated fur. Through the reflexive blinking brought on by hard rain, Nala looked at Anders, so close, and definitely smiling.

Chapter 16 – A Day of Reflection

Half Great Dane, Half German Shepherd, All female, wandered around the ground floor. Slowly and carefully to avoid more paces than absolutely necessary. Her lover, after treating her so very naughty, but so very nice, had left her with a very sore backside. The morning's events meaning she hadn't been able to climax herself, but, she had been left completely satisfied. She gathered her ipad, the tv remote, and her favourite blanket. All items now congregated on the sofa in the living room. She jumped up, tentatively, lying on her side and resting her head on the arm rest. Just waiting. Her master would be down soon. After getting dressed the human male wandered down the stairs. {He looks so much better naked} she thought to herself. Still, her head perked up, lifting from the rest, the involuntary action of her tail ever so slightly slapping the sofa acting out behind her. “Let's get you comfortable honey." He walked straight into the kitchen, hardly looking over at her. Nala's tail stopped, the disappointment visually represented as always. Her head dropped back to the arm rest. Her acute canine hearing formed his actions in her mind's eye. The kettle boiling, something metallic on the worktop, sachets of some sort opening. The fridge and freezer opening and closing several times. Other sounds too, but nothing distinct enough she could tell what they were.

Anders exited the kitchen, heading over to the sofa. Nala's head perked up once more, tail bashing the seat cushions a couple of times as he approached. With him he had a wide necked flask. And {Ice cream!}, “I won't judge you, even if it is breakfast." He smiled placing the ice cream down on the coffee table. The Flask landed too, steam emanating from the top. Must have hot water in it. “Painkillers, don't have more than half at once, there's two in there so only drink half, don't have the other half for another four hours." From one pocket on his jacket appeared a zipper bag along with a kitchen towel. The bag had several ice cubes in it, only a few. “There's another four in the freezer if you really need them." His other hand left the other pocket on his jacket. A tube of familiar ointment presented itself. “If you like I can…" Nala had already moved to all fours, fore legs bent, facing the back cushions, rear legs straight. Hips high up from the sofa, and tail folded forward to expose her backside to him. Nala waited. She could hear the cap of the tube flip open. {Gah! Cold!} His fingers touched her sore little ring. His soft touch transferring the ointment to her mottled backside, she could feel the instant relief. A few gentle circles and he seemed to be content he was doing all he could for her naked flesh. “Sorry again." Nala was having none of it. Her body swiftly flipped around, clearly catching him off guard she jumped her fore legs to his shoulders, licking at his face. Aggressive; but affectionate, he needed to know this was all ok. And mostly to shut the fuck up apologising. He held her head back with his hands, “ok ok, well you've got your ipad, just message me if you need anything more."

This wasn't an occasion for her pussy to leak that delicious feminine lust, this was a deep connection she felt when he was so concerned for her. Pulling back from the licks to his face she gave her most genuine smile before retiring back to the sofa. The warmth here wasn't sexual at all, instead she felt wanted, appreciated and cared for. The soothing ointment doing it's work, relieving the soreness at her backside. Anders stood up, “I'll see you later babe." He turned toward the front door, walking away from her. With a click of the handle and a rattle of the key he was gone. Nala gave a suppressed pine as he left. Willing him to come back; but knowing he wouldn't leave her unless he had to.

Alone now, and in mild pain. {What to do with my time?} She lapped at the hot liquid. Bitter, too hot. It was uncomfortable for her to lap it up but a necessary evil, otherwise the delicious evil from earlier was going to vex her all day from it's aftermath. The high temperature made her peel her lips back to avoid the stinging sensation, baring her gorgeous pointed canines. Obviously impossible to avoid her tongue. She powered through the mild discomfort until she had drunk about half the flask. Sopping wet, slippery tongue whipped around the outside of her mouth. Cleaning out the fur around her face of the drug infused water. Once satisfied she was no longer unkempt, Nala couldn't help but think her tongue was still stinging from the hot water. {Fine!} The tub of ice cream was well and truly destined to be the next victim. Cardboard packaging relentlessly assaulted with those beautifully deadly canines of her's, the tub moved toward her on the coffee table. Licking cautiously the pretty girl began to ebb away at the frozen dessert. Not too fast, brain freeze sucked! The heat from her body giving itself up to melt the tasty treat before being lapped up into her elegant maw. Still, she couldn't help but make a little mess around her face. A few moments for her tongue to reach her nominal body temperature. Followed by carefully removing any evidence around her face she had done anything so uncouth as eaten ice cream for breakfast! For a moment she felt naughty, before remembering what she'd been up to only an hour earlier!

A little shiver assumed control of her quadruped body as the ice cream began it's journey through her. No problem, those menacing teeth of hers gently gripped a corner of her blanket, pulling a corner out from the folded material. Into position it progressed, unfolding as it was pulled, covering her body lying so peacefully. The tv remote deliberately still in reach she flicked it on. Straight to the TV, the news of course, Ander's didn't watch much of actual TV. Nothing so inane as daytime TV especially. The depressing headlines of all the pain and suffering in the world front and centre as always. The news would always affect her. How lucky she felt to be loved, cared for, safe and to want for nothing. An appreciation her primitive mind would have never been capable of. The phrasing always made her feel a little sacrilegious, but in so many ways Ander's was her saviour. Hunger, cold, neglect, oppression, displacement. She had never suffered from any of these hardships, and she was merely a canine, how lucky she was he chose her. The distinction of 'canine' only applying to her physical form, not her mental faculties. So strange being a completely different species she felt such compassion for those so much less fortunate than her, different species or not. It all served to bolster her gratefulness. A little spark flared up in her mind. {I wonder if there's more like me?} Before fading almost instantly.

{I can't watch this, it's too depressing}. There wasn't much media Nala had enjoyed, she was fairly young after all and she was absolutely at the whim of what Ander's wanted to watch. Something that was always able to cheer her up though, something Ander's held a particular fondness for. The Lion King. Using the universal remote she navigated the media machine to what she suspected to be his favourite movie. {Big dopey softie!}. Hitting play she settled beneath her patchwork blanket, enjoying the animated movie. The story ticked on, Nala found herself wincing occasionally at sudden sharp pains in her bum. No doubt much stifled by the pain killers she had had so far. How cute her name's sake was in the early scenes of the movie. Innocent and playful, in so many ways she felt the same. So many parallels she felt with the character in the movie. Later, when the lioness was all grown up, Nala, the canine, was reminded why she had insisted on the name be used to refer to her. The scene in question. Simba and Nala tumble through the forest, for the first time ever, Nala let Simba win, pinning her down. The look the lioness gave her love interest was just how she felt for Anders at the time. All those months ago Dipstick had jumped up from her bed in the living room. Landing both paws on the wall where the projector displayed the image of the movie. She had turned her head and looked back at Anders; tail wagging so fast it was nothing but a blur. Anders, who was lying on the sofa as usual, picked himself up somewhat. “You like him, or her?" Dipstick barked at him. Obviously not clear enough. “Simba?" Dipstick had tilted her head, a minor grin of approval, Simba was pretty cute after all. Followed by a shake of her head. “Nala then, what about her? You telling me you're a lesbian or something?" Dipstick allowed herself to loose a little growl. She pushed off from the wall and approached the sofa to get closer to him. “I'm kidding, you like her though, right?" This time a positive inflection at the end of a whine from Dipstick, a slight nod as she approached him. “I like her too." He said. It had been one of the earliest moments Anders had shared something intimate with her. “Well Dipstick is kinda silly, how about Nala? ....Nala?"

The canine awoke abruptly, clearly having fallen asleep during the movie, her mind wandering to her memories. No matter, she had nothing to do today. Other than think naughty thoughts. The chime from the ipad had interrupted her slumber, a single message lay unread. From Ander's of course. “Do you need anything hun?" The screen illuminated revealing it was nearly 1PM. Her belly grumbled revealing she was hungry, and her bum made her wince with pain, revealing she's been a very naughty girl. Another hour or so and the rest of the painkillers will be fine to have. In the meantime though, lunch. She slipped out from under the blanket, landing gracefully on the floor to avoid any sudden movements in her backside. The soothing ointment doing it's job wonderfully on the outside, the soreness was almost unnoticeable. Those delicate muscles that made up her pelvic floor were not so calm though. A dull ache from them reminding her of how badly they had been treated earlier. The bitch turned to face the sofa, resting her chin on the edge to re-read the message. {let's have a little fun.} Her playful side taking the limelight. 'I'm fine, but do you think you could get some popsicles?' Ander's must have been waiting on the other end of the phone. A reply came through quickly. “Sure, what flavor?" Nala grinned at her own joke as she wrote it out. 'Doesn't matter, they're not to eat.' Again his reply came through quickly, short and sweet, “lol."

Lunch was tasty, as tasty as she was able to tell anyway. After eating the cold pre-packaged dinner and dropping the container in the sink she made an attempt at cleaning it. The taps easy enough to operate but the bowl simply being made of plastic just floated on the surface of the water. Not being in the mood to get the fur on her paws dirty she turned off the taps and returned to the living room. {He understands.} Once again; four legs clambering onto the sofa beneath her blanket. Her movie well and truly finished she flicked a few channels to get to some background noise. A nice little nature documentary, she did love the outdoors after all. Today's subject matter, the battle of the red and grey squirrels. Barely listening; what she was really interested in was the iPad and exploring an idea she had found a few weeks ago. Nala knew the relationship she had was almost certainly unique. Knowing that didn't stop her from trying to find others in a similar situation. Ander's had made it very clear to keep her intelligence to herself. It was the only time she had ever seen real fear in his face. Their relationship had been a point of discussion of course, but the obvious taboo of their partnership didn't bring out fear in him. He had explained the consequences of such a physical relationship, should those considered 'polite society' get to know of it. Consequences he seemed to begrudgingly accept. The thought of her intelligence becoming widely known though? Visibly filled him with sheer terror. Using what she had available to her she had looked for any kind of connection she could find. In reality, in fiction, through forums, chat rooms, anything that might help her navigate the rather unique situation she finds herself in.

The search for anyone like her had been unproductive at best. Unable to find any indication the same thing that had happened to her had ever happened before. There were other revelations for her though. It seems these humans, despite making laws expressly forbidding it, really liked the idea of relationships with animals. Some of them anyway. Where content seemed in any way exploitative, she couldn't bring herself to look at it. Cartoons though, they're not real, she was much more inclined to give them a chance. To her surprise, and pleasure, she had discovered there were lots of portrayals of humans and animals together in this medium. Many depictions of her current situation, but no evidence any of them were from reality. The idea she was nurturing though? That had been something in one of these comics. A series of panels that had the inverse of her personal situation. A Human female was giving herself up freely to a canine male. Freely, willingly, just like she had given herself to Anders. The subject matter alone intrigued her, being so close to her own reality, if opposite. A small detail in the panels had caught her eye. Over several comics, images and stories, the detail persisted. A human female with an animal of some description. The detail? A small tattoo, maybe on her butt, maybe at the bottom of her belly. A tiny paw print. Just a gentle hint, or reminder, of her true love. Nala had seen it and instantly felt a connection. She wanted something similar. Not a paw print of course, that would be silly. She wanted something to match her own situation, a human hand.

She used the device in front of her on the sofa. Searching several images to match her initial idea. Being sure to pick the ones that best represented what she wanted. Saving them all to a folder she then re-opened the messaging app. “Do you need anything hun?" now quickly highlighted and quoted for a reply. Nala added the several examples of paw print tattoos. Cropping them had taken ages. {Let's see if he works it out without spelling it out to him}. The portfolio of paw print glyphs steadily uploaded to his phone. She mused that it would provide an interesting moment for him if he had message previews on his lock screen enabled. Much more if anyone who might see them knew her name. Nala had potentially created a situation that could be quite difficult to explain to anyone who might see his phone in the next few minutes. She lacked the capacity to do so, but she was most definitely giggling to herself at the thought. Her head came to rest on the sofa cushions once more, her body tucked clumsily beneath the patchwork blanket. Resolve waning as the minutes ticked on and her eyelids began to get heavier.

A half dream state took hold, more memories surfacing while her mind reached full relaxation. A less pleasant one this time. Not unhappy, just a mild and lingering feeling of anxiety associated with it. The conclusion was full of hope and comforting to her; so, despite the feelings of anxiety it evoked she allowed the memory to return. It began to reenact itself. She awoke in the same place she is now. On the sofa, curled up, warm, comfortable. Ander's had his arm around her. Holy shit her head hurt! A full bottle of wine for her first night drinking really was a strong start. Carefully turning her body to face him, she didn't want to move too quickly, every little movement made her head throb. Anders was sleeping on the sofa next to her, arm still wrapped around her and snoring slightly {the big dope!}. She licked his face, waking him suddenly. His eyes began by opening at a leisurely pace. Only reaching halfway before they shot open wide. A moment passed while he stared at her. No words, his arms sprang out, pushing her off the sofa, away from him. She landed heavily on the floor, her side impacting the carpet. “Oh fuck." Anders voice was panicked, embarrassed, almost apologetic. {ooff, no need for that!}. Nala picked herself up. Jumping up to the sofa with fore legs to try and comfort him somehow, tail wagging behind her, she was hung over, not angry. Again, he pushed her away, back to the floor she went, this time landing on all four paws. He lifted himself quickly to a seating position, head in hands. Arms deliberately in place to block her from getting close to him. Instead of trying to jump up to him again, clearly invading his personal space right now, she stood still. Watching him from the living room floor as he sat there. Nala's tail slowed down coming to a stop, then dropping between her legs. {What's wrong?}.

Head drooping, she now looked at him sat there, tail between her legs, she must have done something wrong. Anders was shaking his head in his hands. Nala took a couple of paces forward, not wanting to disturb him further, maybe he's just more hungover than she is. Her nose touched his arm. Ander's flinched, his wide but bleary eyes looked at her once before he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. She heard him going up the stairs and the bathroom door similarly slam. A new sound though. She knew what it was, but it never happened unless there were guests. He locked the door. She listened to him take a shower, venturing up the stairs herself to sit outside the door. A quick tug on the door handle and she knew for sure. He had locked her out. Wearing his towel he moved to the bedroom, she tried to intercept, but again she was shut out. {What the hell? What's happened?}. Anders emerged fully clothed. “Want to go play ball girl?" “Walkies?" {Why is he talking to me like that? What did I do wrong last night?}. Out of embarrassment, or shame, or something, who knows what. Nala fell back into the routine before her gift had fully developed. Anders had reverted to calling her Dipstick too, and treating her like he had before her mind had truly developed. She slept on 'her' bed, not his, a huge change. Ever since she had been house trained he had let her cuddle with him on his bed. For the next few weeks she had once again lived her life as just a canine. Just an animal. She knew…felt she was more, but if this is what Ander's wanted, Nala; 'Dipstick' wasn't going to question it.

After nearly three weeks, the truth was revealed. Anders lay on the sofa once more, beer in hand. Nala, off to one side, in her own bed away from him. Both watching the same TV show. {Fuck this}. Nala had once again, and very similarly collected a bottle of wine for herself. She dropped it in the living room and gave it a nudge with her nose. Rolling the glassware toward him. Anders sat himself up, too lazy or too intrigued to stop her. Next, an ornate bowl in her maw. Fine-China, but expertly placed near him without damaging it whatsoever; using the only apparatus available to her. Sharp, pointed, enamelled, inflexible teeth. Anders just watched, not saying anything. Coming back a final time, Nala had the bottle opener with her again. Finally addressing her actions: “I'm not sure I should." He stood up, picking up the bowl and wine bottle, and placing them on the coffee table. “You know what happened last time."

Nala's mind answered. {Yeah dumbass, exactly what I wanted to happen!}. Anders squatted to properly scritch behind her ears while looking at her. Stood on all fours her legs couldn't quite manage the involuntary kicking gesture they wanted to do right now, but her hips certainly began to teeter left and right. “What happened between us, it's not normal, I could get into a lot of trouble." {Is he really just thinking of himself? What about me?}. Nala felt a little angry, is he really so selfish. While looking at him for his next response she could see a glistening in his eye, gone, wiped away before she could register what it was. “They might take you away from me." For several moments he paused; crunching his eyes closed. “How do I even know you liked it? How am I supposed to even know you wanted to go as far as we did?" The bridge of Nala's nose shot forward, right between his legs, knocking him backwards onto his butt from his crouched position. His hands dropped to his crotch, protecting it from further assault “ok ok, maybe you did want it. But if anyone finds out, you know they will come to take you away right?" Nala was willing to take the risk, how he made her feel a few weeks ago had been the best she'd ever felt in her short life, and she was happy it was Ander's to make her feel like that. She stepped forward, forcing him from his sitting position to dropped back on his elbows. Eyes on his, she slowly walked forward until she was above him.

Faces merely an inch apart, her hips dropped, planting her most intimate place right on his crotch. {Is this clear enough?}. “Ooooff, ok ok I get it. Maybe I'm just not giving you as much credit as you deserve. I guess I'm just not sure how to deal with the situation; I don't think anything like this has ever happened before. I'm sorry how I've been the last few weeks." He said genuinely apologetically. He reached forward with a hand cupping her fluffy face in his fingers rubbing her cheek with his thumb. Nala placed her fore legs on his shoulders, pushing him from elbows to fully on his back. His hands reached up to her back, once more rubbing her body up and down. “Forgive me?" Nala slipped her head to the side of his face. She gave his ear a quick and loving lick with her long tongue before fully resting her head on his shoulder, cheek to cheek they lay. “I have to admit the way you were panting was pretty fucking hot." Anders mouth, right next to her ear, whispering playful sweet nothings to her. They were followed by those hopeful words, the ones that made this such a cherished memory for her. “I don't ever want to lose you."

The room around her disintegrated. Evaporating and drifting off like burning paper. Furniture became weightless, drifting quickly upward and out of view. Ander's living room disappeared into nothingness. Her body was now gently falling through the void. The warmth of Ander's body now gone. He too had disappeared into the void. Her surroundings were replaced with a clinical setting. Not the vets; somewhere else, she recognised it as a basement, but it had everything an operating theatre would have. Clinical screens obscuring multiple cubicles, neatly organised, each with it's own set of instruments. The beep of heart rate monitors, oxygen tanks evenly spaced along the walls, piped up to clear medical hosing. A cold metal table began to support her as her body sank through the roof into the room. An unfamiliar voice reached into her. “It's ok girl, just a little scratch." A sharp pain followed, it began to spread an intense cold throughout her entire body. Fore limbs out in front of her as she lay on the cold surface. The setting was crystal clear, but as she looked down her own body was obscured, blurry, shimmering. She tried her best to focus, to look at her own, paws, hands? legs, arms? The shimmering prevented her from being able to see her own body. Even the table beneath her remained utterly unobstructed, utterly unambiguous. Her own body remained almost invisible to her. What the hell is happening. The cold was intense, she shivered. It was eating away at her, permeating itself so deeply she could feel it creeping into her bones. {Oh god don't let me die!}. The closest heart rate monitor becoming faster and louder. Escalated by each thrust of her own heart. The cold was unbearable, she could feel her own heart struggling, {so cold!}. The rapid and deafening beeping stopped. A single tone.

Nala shot off the sofa. Her heart beat so fast she could feel it struggling to keep regular pace, palpitating, triple it's normal rate and all the way up in her throat. The coffee table tilted and tipped over as her involuntary movement threw it several feet. The iPad chirped merrily from the incoming message. It had saved her from the nightmarish dream. {What the FUCK was that?}. Her intense heart rate forced her to begin panting, anxiety and fear lingering from the experience. Lying herself down on the floor for a few minutes to catch her nerves. After several minutes of heavy panting to control her heart rate she stood up to look at the iPad. Anders had reviewed the pictures and come to a conclusion. “You want me to get a tattoo of a paw print for you?" She answered him. 'I hadn't thought of that, but yes. But no.' Obviously waiting for her again he sent his next message soon after. “So, yes. And the but no?" Nala thought about it for a moment, does she continue to be vague or just give it to him? 'Well, I wanted one.' Anders clearly giving her his undivided attention right now replied instantly. “And how am I supposed to explain that? It's bad enough I had to tell Dave at work I panicked you while I was crouched and cleaning under the bed which is how I got a VERY suspicious dog bite right on my shoulder!" Another message pinged up “AND I've got another one on my leg now, that I'm going to have to figure something out for!" Nala replied with the most piercing reply a girl can ever give a guy via text. ':('. Ander's viewed the message. Thirty seconds passed before he started typing. Those two characters ensuring he knew he was cornered. “How am I even supposed to explain that one to a tattooist? Hi, can you tattoo my dog with a hand right next to her girly bits?" Another moment, another message. “You've already bought a tattoo machine haven't you?" Nala replied with a message equally as short, but opposite in nature. ':)'. Anders didn't take long to acknowledge. “FINE." Nala picked herself up, victorious, happy, she couldn't help it, minor zoomies ran her in several circles, seemingly chasing her own tail. Then bigger circles, running round the upturned coffee table and bouncing off the walls and sofa. A short-lived show of excitement, a cheery {ow}, as she was reminded her backside really wasn't ready for being so energetic just yet. The sofa and blanket inviting her in for the rest of the day.

Chapter 17 – The Two Gifts

Anders had returned after his long day doing who knows what, all Nala knew is whatever he was doing it was probably to keep her happy. No sooner was his key in the door than she had jumped off the sofa and was waiting in the hallway. She sat herself down, ever so gently to avoid any undue disturbance to her still rather sensitive butt. He walked in, carrying several bags. Most were easily identifiable, supermarket stuff, food, cleaning, household etc. She could smell the bakery and cleaning aisles on him already. Fresh bread hovered around him as he walked to and fro in the kitchen. “I’ve got you a present” He said. Pausing at the counter where’d he’d placed the bags, He picked up a much smaller bag, turned around with it and bent over to present it to her. He held out the final bag with both hands in front of him giving her plenty of space to look. Made of paper, it crinkled loudly as he spread it open for her to look inside. Nala stood up to all four of her slender limbs. Gently walking forward. She looked up at him as she approached, he had a huge smile on his face. Warm, it carried all the way to his eyes and beyond. Every muscle in his face showing he was pleased with what was in there. Nala’s eyes dropped to the bag as she approached, dipping her nose into it and pawing at one of his hands to bring it closer. Inside, a single piece of fabric, folded neatly in the bottom of the bag. A faintly turquoise color, closer to white, but definitely with a teal tint. It was plain, no patterns, no embroidery, just a single folded sheet. Nala lifted her nose out of the bag and placed her paw back on the floor. Her head lifted out of the bag allowing her to sit back down. She looked up at Anders, tilting her head in the involuntary motion of a question. His smile was still there, she couldn’t help but start to sweep the floor ever so slowly with her tail. Whatever it was he was happy to be gifting it to her. “Haha, no guesses?” Anders placed the bag on the work surface in the kitchen and continued to unload the groceries. “Well I’ll let you think about it for just a little bit longer.” Nala paced the kitchen behind him, trying to think what it was. The whole situation is in many ways pointless, she had no way of telling him if she did figure it out, but he knew that, he just liked to treat her like a normal person. The first bag of groceries now empty, he turned to her, bending a knee that impacted the floor rather harshly before gently scritching her head with both hands. “Any guesses?” {A new blanket?} Nala had no idea. {It just looks like another blanket?}.

“No ideas?” Anders stood himself up again to continue unloading the other grocery bags, filling the mostly empty cupboards in the kitchen, still keeping her waiting. The mystery bag, pure white paper, no logos was escorted to the floor by a swift motion. Swift, but careful not to tip it over. This single piece of fabric was obviously intended to be treated with respect. Nala tried once more, the bitch approached the bag, showing it the same care Anders did, she slowly worked her nose into it. This time using her enhanced sense of smell, what does it smell like? Lavendar, flowers, perfume. Still, she had no idea. The fabric looked brand-new, clean, soft, expensive. Not much of it, only occupying a small area in the bottom of the bag. The smell of flowers and perfume clearly coming from the fabric not just the bag. For the final time Anders turned to the grocery bags. Nala reached out with a paw to open up the bag further. Her face ventured into it to take a closer look. Her head blocked the light as she did so but she managed to pick up at least one detail. {it looks like silk?}. Anders had finished unloading the groceries. He folded the grocery bags; placing them away in a cupboard before turning around and crouching to meet her at the other side of the white paper bag. He reached out with a hand, touching the top of her head to stroke her gently as she buried her snout in the paper bag between them. “Haha, still haven’t worked it out?” Nala lifted her head to look at him. Those closed questions that gave away her excellent intelligence recurring over and over again. She shook her head as it emerged from the bag. Once the two had made eye contact the muscles on her snout scrunched up quickly before relaxing, {no, I have literally no idea?}. The smile he was still giving her when presenting it was infectious. Unable to stop herself she kept up the sweeping motion of her tail. Ever so gently not to disturb her nether regions, but involuntarily enough she found herself moving slightly side to side.

“It’s a little different from the others, but it’s a bridesmaid’s dress. For you.” Nala’s eyes instantly lit up with happiness, before quickly half closing as her head stretched out toward him. Her maw opened slightly, lips peeling back in excitement, a gentle pant following, tongue lolling a little out the side of her mouth over her lovely white teeth. The pain in her backside truly being ignored as her tail went into overdrive. {Bridesmaid! Me?! HOW?!}. Ander’s continued, doing his best to answer her questions while only being able to guess what they might be. “Remember the guy I work for, Julian? He’s getting married. I asked if he’s ok with me bringing you along. The guy owns some farmhouse estate so he’s having the wedding at his house.” Nala stood herself up, approaching him, unyielding, forcing him backward to sit down in front of the cabinets on the floor. Ander’s continued. “He was like yeah, the horses are gonna be there, no reason not to bring your girl along.” Nala leaned forward, eyes closing and head tilting, she licked at his lips, hoping for a kiss from him. The quick snog shutting him up for a moment as he tickled her tongue with his. His other hand reached up to the other side of her head to give her a gentle massage with his fingers from both sides. He relaxed his body, leaning back as he sat there, Nala took a tiny step forward to keep the delicious kiss going. Anders turned a little to break free. Nala’s craned neck relaxed a little allowing him to speak. Anders in true Anders fashion continued. “So, what do you think, you want to come with me?” {He already knows I do; he’s such a sarcastic bastard!}. Nalas mind was sharp as a tack, she knew this was a joke. Her physical reaction just couldn’t hold itself back. Big floofy tail whipped left to right, her hips flew side to side and her head nodded emphatically. The answer was so obvious already but her delight just couldn’t be stopped from manifesting in every single one of her sleek, fluffy, limbs. {I know he’s just joking but I can’t help it!}. The same cozy smile from earlier came back to Anders face. “Good.” His arms slipped back from her head and wrapped around her shoulders. They pulled her body toward him, making her legs collapse as he pulled all four of her feet from under her. Nala found herself sat in his lap, being hugged tightly, and yet, gently by him. His face met hers, and cheek to cheek he rubbed the side of her face with the side of his. “There’s no one else in the world I’d ask to go with me.”

The canine girl and her master shared a moment of hugging right there on the kitchen floor. The hug wasn’t just a quick gesture, he held her there, just holding her close. Nala felt herself begin to drift off again as he held her. His body warm, soft, gentle, but firm. Comforting her physically as it supported her from every direction. She shuffled a little; tucking her tail between her legs; trying to avoid smearing any of the hours old ointment from her butt on his clothes. Twisting her body until she sat sideways in his lap, head folded, tucked down to her chest. His arms relenting exactly when she needed and tightening exactly when she needed to keep her as close to him as possible. Anders; strong, masculine, human body accommodated her gentle, feminine, quadruped canine frame perfectly. Holding her in his lap his head drooped to rest on hers. She was comfortable, right here, right now. Such beautiful warmth from every direction. The embrace was long enough she almost felt herself becoming sleepy again. Much more quickly this time though, the warmth coming from Anders rather than her blanket. To her minor dismay he gave her a few tight squeeze’s to wake her up. “No sleeping, we need to go out soon.” Nala lifted her head from tucked into her chest to look up at him showing he had her attention. “Don’t worry, I promise not to tell anyone about the massive buttplug you made me put up your bum this morning.” Nala pulled away from him, turning in his arms so her body was face on to his. She pulled her fore legs back to slap them into his chest. {He knows I don’t like it when he teases me like that}. “oooff,” Anders reeled from the paw punches. “Hey don’t be like that, you know I’m just kidding, I love how horny you get.” Pouting he continued. “I’m sorry, forgive me?” she held herself at fore-legs length, {try harder!}. Nala’s legs began to fold, he’s so much stronger than she is! Her body moving closer to his. After pulling her in tightly to him he whispered in her ear. “My gorgeous sexy bitch.” Hugging her tightly for a moment he then relented, letting her go. “You’ll like this one too, I promise.”

The couple loaded themselves into Anders car. He used to drive a monstrous thing. Jerky, fast, bumpy. Nala hated it, at the time her feral and much more limited consciousness hated it too. The seats weren’t designed for her so she was always uncomfortable and Anders definitely had a need for speed, making things so much worse. After the revelation she was able to see the world with equal clarity to him, the two had had a long conversation. Over and over again he had asked her about the life she lived and how he could make it better. The car, was one of them. The grotesque boy-toy disappeared; replaced by something much more suited to her. {He liked that thing so much} Nala knew he loved that car, but she mattered enough to him that he quickly replaced it, for one reason. She asked him to. He called the new car boring, but every time they got in it and he dropped the passenger window so she could put her head out, the smile on his face told her he really didn’t mind. The journey to town was typical of any other for the pair. Nala propped herself up on the door’s arm rest, head out the window feeling the wind in her fur as it whipped past her. Not too fast though, this car couldn’t go all that quickly. The short trip saw them to a car park right in the middle of town. Anders headed out alone with some change from the centre console to buy a ticket. Returning only a few moments later he dropped it on the dash and called her out. Nala obliged, trotting next to him in a gentle stroll as the two soaked up the early evening sunlight breaking between the buildings. Two or three streets later Anders tilted his head to look at her. “We’re here.” His head gestured toward the shop front. ‘Fox Talbot Photography.’

Multiple canvases adorned the large glass windows at the store front. Profound images throughout the entrance way as the two walked over the threshold and into the store. A pregnant mother held her unborn baby; still in utero, doting father with hands on her large belly looking at her as she looked down. Both beaming with happiness. Another, a young girl, early 20’s, wearing graduation regalia holding her diploma high in the air in triumph at her achievement. More images, a young family, mother, father, boy and girl, all huddled together, formal clothing, smiles from left to right in their delight at simply existing! Off to one side, another, absolutely catching Nala’s eye. A crib, newborn baby inside and sleeping peacefully, a canine snout venturing over the top of the bars watching over the infant. She stopped, staring intensely at the picture. Her tail wasn’t wagging though. Nala looked on, wondering how it felt to have the joy of a child of her own. Anders had walked past her, not yet noticing the significance of the situation. “Hi, I’m interested in booking an appointment.” He addressed the clerk behind the counter in the middle of the store. The girl behind the counter was obviously paying more attention to Nala at this point. She answered. “When are you looking to come in?” Anders turned to look in the same direction as the clerk. “Any time really, got anything in the next two weeks?” He back tracked, walking the several paces back to Nala. Once he reached her, he bent down. His gentle voice reached her as he asked in a whisper. “See something you like?” Nala broke her gaze, turning to him. Her tail began to wag, but she wasn’t stupid, she made sure the clerk couldn’t see before nodding. Anders continued in his hushed voice, “Good, because I’d love some pictures like this with you.” Nala couldn’t hide everything, she jumped up at him with fore legs, dropping them on his shoulders. Her instinct was to go for a kiss, but sanity knew that probably wasn’t quite right. Instead, her tail flittered left to right behind her. She couldn’t help it though, her tongue left her mouth, excitedly licking at the side of his face. The realisation that the two probably had slightly different interpretations of what the short exchange meant. “Hey, ok ok, honey, let’s see what we can do.” There was zero animosity in Anders voice, he was clearly here for her, if only partially able to comprehend the idea he had just indirectly sown.

Anders let her go once more, dropping her fore legs to the floor. He lifted himself up and turned to the clerk. The young girl answered his prior question. “Well we have appointments starting any time from Monday?” Nala noticed Anders had his own ideas in mind. “Actually…can we go two weeks from now? Wednesday morning?” The clerk spent a few moments with the computer mouse very obviously checking the calendar. “Yeah that’s fine, what time do you want to come in?” Anders looked at Nala. “Hmm. Is ten ok?” The clerk without even looking answered, “Yeah, ten is fine.” Nala dropped her attention from the conversation. She didn’t need to hear it, not really. That image of the baby in the crib was seared into her mind, she walked back to it. Sitting herself down in front of the canvas, Nala got herself comfortable. Once in a while her eyes flickered around the room, plenty of images of canines just like her, very obviously with their owners. Happy, content, joyful. Each image a positive reflection of the canine in question’s relationship with their owner. This one image though, with the canine and the crib affected her deeply somehow, significantly, emotionally. Something that had always existed within her was just starting to flourish. Anders knelt down behind her. Both of them looked up at the picture. Anders hugged her, right there in full view of the clerk and anyone who might venture past the shop window. Again, he whispered in her ear, “I promise I’ll do everything I can to give you this.” Nala turned to look at him, tail sweeping the floor behind her. {Maybe he does understand?}.

Chapter 18 – As Simple as a Shower

The front doorbell rang. Panic gripped Nala, a mix of memory and ongoing sensation. Did she need to hide? A strong possibility of revealing her rather filthy activities if she made the wrong choice here. Eyes open, claws out, head bowed in the direction of the door and teeth at the ready. Her heart rate fast; but her mind had already realised she was safe. The doorbell rang again, three closed interior doors, a flight of stairs and a locked external door away. She dropped heavily to the bed, flipping over onto her back to try and calm herself. Lying on top of the duvet next to her human companion. A smile appeared as she did so, her snout swung sideways to boop Anders in the side of the face. She tapped him several times. {this is a you problem}. Anders batted her off, retreating out the other side of the bed. He grabbed his dressing-gown from the wardrobe and approaching the door before turning suddenly and playfully jumping on the bed on top of her. Feigned anger from him as he thrust out his hands to tickle her bare chest and belly. “You could just fucking scare him away you know!” Nala couldn’t help but whine a few high-pitched excited squeals from the tickly onslaught! Thankfully Ander’s didn’t go overboard, stopping after only a few seconds to go and answer the door. “What prick’s waking us up at eight on a Saturday anyway!” Pushing himself off the bed he headed back to the door. Moving quickly out of the room he did obviously want to get to the door before they disappeared. Sexy canine bitch pondered how she wanted more sleep while her exceptional sense of hearing listened to the exchange downstairs. After dragging the duvet over herself to once again get comfortable, it soon found itself flying off for a further tickly offensive. Her tiny little high-pitched whines and squeals were obviously what he wanted; so he got them, forcing the excited little noises out of her. “I suppose you think that’s funny do you!” More feigned anger from Anders, once again on top of her. She tried to gently snap at his hands, but he was too fast, moving from side to side of her bare, exposed belly with those oh so sensual fingers. “Mr Red Rocket huh?! I’m sure not a single person in that particular supply chain got that one!” His hands stopped for a moment while he laughed at her exceptionally delayed joke. Human male groin dropped into canine female hips. Strong arms wrapped around her as he carefully dropped his body weight forward and onto her. His hands collecting her head to hold it carefully in front of him. “He daren’t say it; but I could tell even the delivery boy fucking knew what it meant!” She looked up at him, panting with glee at his minor embarrassment. “No more Mr Red Rocket ok?! That’s like way too obvious.” Nala pined a little, losing the excited panting for a few moments. “Whadda ya mean hmmm? Is there something else coming?” Nalas panting continued right where it left off, in between licks to the side of his face and apologetic whines as she lay there beneath him. “For fuck sake” Ander’s mused out loud. A grin appeared on his face. His arms released her head, leaning forward a little more his weight now going through his shoulders, pinning her down completely. Unable to do anything Nala was hit with a final tickle barrage. After sampling some more of her girly animal squeals he lifted himself up, putting himself back in a seated position. His hands naturally stroked from her chest down the fragile soft skin of her under-side. In slow motion his hands stoked the whole length of her body. Looking down at her the grin turned to a cozy smile. Hands now just resting on her lower belly his eyes continued to move. Flittering up and down her body, legs to snout, belly to chest, nose to paws. Reaching out with a hand. He curled his fingers stroking the side of her muzzle with the outside of his fingers. “God damn you’re gorgeous babe.”

A quick shower later and they were ready for the day. Anders had dressed himself smartly and Nala; nakedly. Wearing clothes in public was a sure-fire way to bring to life the true fear he had only ever once displayed. That single occasion he was thinking about how she might be taken away from him were her equal mind to be discovered. That aside, it hadn’t stopped her doing her best to dress up just for him. She had come to realise at least half of feminine clothing didn’t really suit her at all. What’s the point of a boob tube if you don’t even have boobs? Dresses just dragged along the floor, since they’re supposed to flow downwards not backwards. Anything hair related just didn’t make sense, with one very minor exception. Ander’s had put a beautiful daffodil behind her ear once. Nala hadn’t seen it at the time but later he had shown her a photo he had taken and she sure could see how pretty it made her look! One thing in particular though really was irredeemable. Not to mention one of the most highly over-rated items of clothing, in her opinion: shoes. Some of these human items of clothing did fit her, but not necessarily as intended. Shoes though, they all looked silly. Nala was very limited in her clothing items, but even with limited possibilities, some in particular were very popular with her master, even if they were being used a little bit differently than intended. She had her own opinion of their aesthetics of course, she was quite capable of looking at herself in the mirrors in the house. The real tell for her though, was how long it took before Anders was ripping the clothing off! Those beautiful wristlets of hers, bought as two pairs, were very effective at getting her carried roughly up to the bedroom! The minor improvisation of them being used as canine panty-hoes mattered not for the sexy look they granted her. Something about all four of her slender legs covered in delicate denir seemed to reduce the time between the front door opening and her in the bed to almost zero. Any kind of knickers or panties too. Even the ones that didn’t fit her properly, greatly improved how quickly she was having her pussy licked. If she needed a good solid fucking, then panties were the thing to wear. Even the ones that didn’t fit right absolutely robbed him of his focus, but for her own eye, backless were her favourite. They gave a much more effortless appearance, with her tail able to move freely and naturally through the hole in the back; the waistband able to sit properly on her hips above it. Gosh that style of panty almost always looked beautiful on her, and damn, did she know it!

There was a final item, a little less intriguing when compared to the last. It was able to give a nice aesthetic but only after some rather forceful modification. Nala had made sure she trialed a skirt for him at least once. Once turning into twice, and very soon it was a frequent accessory for her. Wearing one felt completely superfluous to the knickers she’d inevitably have on underneath, but Anders definitely liked seeing her in both. It’s odd that she’d be walking around literally naked all day but only once she had some clothes on did it make her feel sexy! More than anything she could tell he really enjoyed her making the effort. His comments revealed she made him feel extra special that she would take the extra time to dress up for him. He clearly understood the additional effort it required of her because she didn’t even have thumbs. The first time she’d tried a skirt on, it had been a struggle to say the least. When she first managed to pull it up, it just looked silly. Her tail folded it forward exposing those oh so sexy undies immediately! After some initially unplanned modifications, she had them back on. This time though with her tail poking through an angrily ripped hole in the back. The waistband sat nicely over her hips, her tail could move freely but importantly the final prize with it’s own gorgeous lace wrapping was covered by the tartan pleats. Good god she had been kept up late that night…

Today’s agenda was no mystery to Nala, first up the doggy groomers. No clothing for her in public sadly. A great day for a photoshoot though! The second stop planned for the day. Then if they so found themselves passing by, a trip to any of the local tattoo studios to buy themselves some ink. Someone had recently purchased a tattoo machine but hadn’t thought to buy any ink! Delivered only this morning, addressed to a ‘Mr Red Rocket.’ Her own joke recurring in her head making her smile a little. Their objectives clear; the couple once again climbed into Ander’s car. Nala waited in shotgun for the window to drop. It did of course as they pulled out of the driveway, that familiar warm smile appearing on Ander’s face as she pushed her head into the air-flow. Her eyes almost closed and mouth suitably open she enjoyed the entire trip from outside the car! Almost disappointed when they arrived at their destination. A small shabby car park near the edge of town accommodated the car as they walked to the groomers. Nala’s nose awash with the scents of the town. Fresh produce, flower shops, coffee, MEAT, a bakery, diesel. All the scents swirled through her nose, nothing overly unpleasant, just exceptionally well defined as always. What came next was absolutely outside of any normal interaction between a canine and her master though. As they neared the small establishment Ander’s looked at her with a wishful hopefulness. “Can I get you done the way I like?” In all truth Nala pretty much didn’t care how her fur looked. It mostly made no difference to her, unless he had her dyed bright pink or something silly she was ok with just being a little cooler. She looked up at him still walking, rolling her eyes she gave a slight knowing smile and nodded. {Naughty boy!}. An unmistakable but extremely restrained fist pump from Anders. “Yesssss. Thank you babe.” He stopped to lean down and kiss her on the top of her head, a new and cheerful spring in his step as they continued down the side-walk.

They entered the reception area. A freshly prim and proper spaniel tugged its way toward Nala. Super excited to meet her it tried running circles around her! Tying Nala’s legs together with it’s leash. Falling to it’s back in front of her. Nala, being polite bowed her head and nuzzled it a little. Tail wags and happy panting being returned by the entirely black furred animal. Excitedly it turned itself over back to it’s feet at the positive reply, jumping up a little at her face to bring itself closer to her. {This thing is adorable!} She couldn’t help but be charmed by the creature. She might be far superior to it in the most significant way possible, but she didn’t look down on it. An equal in so many ways. Mentally limited in comparrison, but it sure was cute! “Cmon Rocky!” The owner’s voice interrupted Nala’s thoughts. “Cmon boy.” With some rather forceful pulls to the freshly groomed spaniel’s leash, the little bundle of energy was coaxed out of the front door. Ander’s had stood nearby simply watching. Looking at her enjoy the minor interaction from a being so much more like herself. “Mr Errikson, good morning!” The groomer was a one girl business, meeting customers herself.

“Good morning Marie, how are things?” Anders reply polite as always.

“Well what can I do you for?” She stepped out from the counter and knelt down, greeting Nala but obviously talking to Anders.

“Oh well I was thinking shampoo and trim, and um” He paused for a moment, unable to hide his slight cringe, or was it a tiny bit of excitement leaking out? “She’s still having her problem.” Nala definitely cringed, but this was an acceptable transgression. “Can you make sure she’s, um, easy to clean at the back?” It hadn’t taken long after their first fateful night for Nala to realise Ander’s was probably at his happiest when Nala’s cookie was sopping wet, slippery, and spilling her female canine pheromones all over his face. Many an evening together started this way, but it didn’t take long for Nala to get sore from Ander’s own roughly cut fur. After revealing this to him, his habits had changed literally overnight. Every single day he was clean shaven, perfectly so, she hadn’t felt a single piece of stubble in months, and he was sure to give her the opportunity almost every single day.

“Yeah of course, extra short at the back, but leave her tail nice and fluffy to hide it right?” Anders nodded, a grin flashed for a millisecond, the groomer didn’t notice, but Nala did. Nala was looking for it, knowing exactly why this rather embarrassing ‘reason’ had been given for her to have very short fur around her sexiest bits. Ander’s put in all that effort to make her comfortable and enjoy their beautiful moments together as much as possible. The least she could do is return the favor. Not by herself of course, but to avoid suspicion, with Nala’s permission, Ander’s had concocted a rather embarrassing story to excuse particularly short fur around his pet’s tight little bum and almost always poofy pussy. In truth Nala would do it herself this way if she was able, she loved to get that so very perfect attention from him he showed her when her pussy was anywhere near his face. Ander’s would always ask if he could get her trimmed this way, because that’s just who he is. Something he hadn’t needed to ask permission for ever since he had kept her favourite toys, top and bottom, nicely shorn just for her. A few seconds of delicious filth ran through her mind, knowing that later he would definitely be working an orgasm out of her slippery sex using nothing but his tongue. The best part, her body would be free to buck and lurch, tense and shiver, slip and slide, anywhere it wanted to! Even with all these involuntary but delicious movements. It would be without either of them getting sore, before she was able to find that ever so sweet release, right there, on his face. She shook herself off, trying to shake out the filthy thoughts occupying her mind. A tiny feeling of wetness on the lips of her vagina stopped her dead mid-shake. {stop thinking naughty thoughts girl!}

The groomers studio was a clinical room with several tables and oddly shaped metallic sinks and baths. Plenty of leashes and hard-points to tie up the more unruly customers. Marie the groomer now no longer surprised how well-behaved Nala was, she never bothered even putting a collar on. After all, it made her job easier. Bright white lights filled the room with intense light, tiled floor and walls with plain white ceiling. All the hard surfaces made this room…loud. Having exceptional hearing really wasn’t pleasant in a scenario like this and Nala could definitely understand why some of her slightly less evolved kin would find it distressing some times. Sharp toothed clippers with their distinctive rattle and claw like ends. The extreme pelting sound of the high pressure rain on metal from the multiple showers. Then the final noise assault from the dryer. Easily the loudest, but with no respite, no fur in contact with the noisy portion to dull the sound, or soft animal body to absorb the source of the noise. No the dryer hung in the open, screaming in every direction the entire time it was on. Marie stood Nala on the first table getting a look at her. “I can see why she might have a bit of a problem staying clean, she really does have a fluffy butt.”

“I know. It…” Nala’s head swivelled to look at Ander’s as he accidentally answered Marie’s rhetorical statement. Cutting him off before he said more, the final word drifting off into nothingness. His eyes quickly shot to the floor and a little nervous laugh followed. He looked up just as a thought entered Nala’s mind. {D-d-does it bother him?}. Feeling embarrassed her tail dropped covering herself. Nala’s fears as they almost always are, were swiftly addressed. Ander’s stepped up to her, obviously having seen her tail drop. He was so good at reading her now. “It’s ok babe, you’re gorgeous no matter how long your fur is, even if you do leave it all over the house.” Nala’s tail perked up immediately once more, giving a gentle wag. A smile from Anders as he gave her snout a little tickle before backing off again to let Marie do her work.

“She’s in heat again too, gonna have to be careful with these clippers.” Marie seemingly hadn’t noticed or had simply ignored the half sentence only moments ago from Anders. Nala thought about it for a moment, had she ever been to the groomers when she wasn’t visibly in heat? She had begun her transformation by having an apparently un-ending heat. Months long. Powerful and overwhelming. Over the last year or so her cycle had actually settled to a regular pattern. To begin with, those months long periods had been unpredictable with only a few weeks respite before starting again. Each interval different. Completely random, but in the gaps between her being in season her body had done what any other bitch’s would. Her labia would shrink, sex drive would go down, she’d be able to think completely clearly without emotions disrupting her decision making. The random nature of her being in season much easier to see. More recently though her cycle had become a little harder to figure out. On the outside, it looked like she was permanently in season. Nala’s cookie was perpetually in a state of want, much the same as her libido. Completely engorged and ready for the best type of attention from Anders. With a little observation. Not of her, now, permanently pretty cookie. It might be what had Ander’s almost constant attention but it didn’t reveal much about her unusual situation. Instead, they had made note of the days she actually bled and realised there was a very distinct pattern now. For roughly five to seven days out of every four weeks she would bleed just as expected when in heat. But the time she bled and the time she didn’t was clearly not that of a canine. Nala’s periods perfectly matched those of a human female.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Anders addressed Marie’s minor discomfort having to trim around Nala’s most sensitive area. {He knows damn well I’ll be fine; the problem is it might make me wet before the shower!} Anders looked at Nala, grinning. Clearly waiting for the right moment. Marie turned away to grab the shears. Ander’s hand flew up to his face. Fore and middle fingers in a V, his tongue shot through them giving an oh-so-mature cunnilingus gesture. Nala peeled her lips back baring her teeth, a very quiet growl, trying not to alert Marie. To her surprise Marie did in fact hear.

“Is she ok? Something bothering her?” Ander’s hand shot back down away from his face as Marie turned to look back. {Yes, that dick stood right there!}.

“Oh, probably just picking up a scent or something.” Marie turned back to the table of clipping gear. No hand this time, Ander’s opted for just sticking out his tongue. {I’m gonna bite that later you god damn tease!} Nala thought to herself glaring at him. She bared her teeth threatening her inner intentions. The rather profound feeling of self-consciousness from only a few moments ago already having evaporated. Ander’s found himself a chair nearby to sit in while he waited. Marie got to work, the ear-splitting clacking sound of the clippers as they started-up, breaking through Nala’s composure before they contacted Nala’s beautifully shampood fur. The German Shepherd Dog / Great Dane mix had no reason to be so well washed beforehand. This was a trip to the groomers after all. There was only one reason. But it is easily the best. Ander’s was the one bathing her. He’d be so gentle and attentive to her. The way his fingers reached through her fur, to so confidently and tenderly massage her delicate skin. She loved his touch, every fingertip parting it's own path through her coat with every gesture. It made her feel special every single time. The way he doted on her as they shared the shower, looking her up and down, being sure to catch every strand with the foam. His hands working it through the fur covering her entire body. Followed by the warm sprinkle of water, gently applied to avoid ever getting in her eyes. He smiled every time he rinsed her face. He’d kneel to be close to her. Gently spraying the top of her head, this time his fingers carefully spreading the clean water to rinse off her muzzle. So simple, but she felt so loved.

More of that horrible clacking from the clippers as they moved from place to place around her body, shearing her beautifully soft fur. Nala’s body suddenly tensed all over, legs going rigid and claws shooting out. A rapid breath in that she held on to as if she’d just jumped into freezing cold water. It was time to trim around her rather receptive labia it seems. Nala held the breath and remained stiff waiting for it to be over. Her eyes the only thing she dared to move while she concentrated so hard on not dribbling on the table-top. She looked around using only her eyes, quickly finding Ander’s in his chair. Big mistake. She couldn’t help but watch as he unfolded his legs, spreading them wide in the chair, revealing he was enjoying the spectacle a little too much already. Outlined by his trousers, the rather restrained but very obvious lump between his legs. Nala couldn’t help it, another body part of hers began to move. Her muzzle opened slightly letting her tongue slip out to one side and lick the entire width of her muzzle from one side of her face to the other. Lazily slapping the top of her snout before slipping back in her mouth. The clippers moved away from her body and were silenced by Marie. Thinking she might faint, Nala’s breath burst out of her, her head dropped, giving way to heavy panting. Ander’s let out a singular “Ha!” Quickly closing his legs to avoid Marie working out the little charade between her customers.

“Ok, lets get the shorter set!” Marie said brightly as she walked back to the table of clippers. Nala’s panting stopped and her head lifted to look at Anders. He winked at her, suggestively dropping a hand between his now closed legs to come to a rest on his crotch. Casual enough it just looked like he was getting himself sat comfortably, but Nala knew better. {He’s absolutely doing this on purpose to torment me!} Nala squinted her eyes at him. Portraying her artificial anger toward him. A new set of clippers started, a horrible rattling noise still but this set so much more high-pitched. SO much faster. Her claws dug into the rubber mat on the table. Turning her head to a neutral and forward position, nose slightly pointed upward, she squeezed her eyes closed and ground her teeth together. {Please just do it quickly!}. Marie, professional as ever got right to it. Not a single square inch of Nala’s backside was left untrimmed, and not a single square inch was left untouched by that intensely stimulating; over-powered vibrator. The clippers returned their high-pitched clatter once they were done and free from her fur. Once more on a single breath, Nala’s eyes opened and head drooped. Filling her lungs forcefully after the intense mind-over-matter exercise she had been compelled to endure. Head still down, chest moving heavily, she looked over at Anders like a wolf eyes a fawn, unable to hide her smile. {Is that what you wanted?} Anders hand reached up to his face for a second time, the same V from his fingers appearing in front of his mouth. Nala’s internal monologue was almost exclusively rhetorical, this being no exception. His visual response letting her know that yes, yes, it is exactly what he wanted.

“Her fur’s always so soft and easy to work with, how do you do it, I don’t think any of my other clients have fur quite like hers?” The grooming session now over, the three were collected in the reception area. Nala having been trimmed, washed and blow dried.

“She just really likes a shower, who am I to say no?” Ander’s reply, full of knowing whilst also keeping the third party appropriately out of the loop. He looked down at Nala stood by his side smiling after giving his answer.

“I guess that would do it. Here’s your receipt, see you next time, have a great day!” Marie replied innocently. Concluding the transaction.

“You too, see you soon.” Anders turned, exiting the building with Nala by his side. Once outside and clear of anyone who might be able to hear; he again continued thinking out loud as he often did for Nala’s benefit. “Well now you’re even more beautiful, lets get to the photo studio, shall we?” Nala thought to herself it sounded such a sappy thing to say, but he expressed it with such genuine tenderness she couldn’t help but appreciate the compliment. He really did mean it. “Can’t wait to get you in front of that camera!” a playfully evil idea shot into Nala’s mind. {Ha! My turn!}.

Chapter 19 – Photos

Freshly cut and fluffed fur on Nala. Crisp shirt and trousers on a perfectly clean-shaven Anders. The ever so different couple headed to their next appointment. Nala’s periods were now so predictable now, this was a perfectly safe time for a photoshoot. Ander’s being the attentive mate he was; would absolutely tend to her needs if it wasn’t though. Never being angry if she leaked a little, just trying to cover her embarrassment and help her feel clean. Reaching the photo gallery in only a few minutes; their town centre was pretty small after all. The same self-promoting images hung in the windows and entrance way. The canine looking affectionately over the top of the bars to the newborn’s crib absolutely stealing Nala’s attention again. Anders left her to admire the tender moment in time approaching the counter. The same young girl as last time greeted him as he approached. Nala’s mind shut off to the conversation happening at the counter, choosing to explore a little. The place was an old town house, the faint smell of wood and varnish ever-present in the air from the almost entirely timber interior. A cozy feature stone hearth and large fireplace in the middle of one wall. The building old enough to have existed before anything so convenient as central heating. No longer a place for burning coal, the fireplace had too been decorated with example photographs, further selling what the place had to offer. Nala struggled hard to move away from the image she had fallen in love with to venture over to the hearth. The conversation near her continued, a small piece of information being captured; The photographers name was Sigrid. A selection of sizes in free-standing frames neatly presented on the hearth stones. A single candle in the middle of the grate, giving a tiny homage to the structures original purpose. Family photos of all sizes, both portrait and landscape portraits and group photos. The theme here was clear. Family. Nala sniffed around a little. The scented candle butting in first. The usual generic floral scent thrown into the air from the burning flame. The various glues and plastics of the frames coming a close second. The smell of ink just about noticeable from behind the frame’s glass. Never mind, it was the pictures that mattered after all.

A narrow staircase at the back of the building creaked as Anders and Sigrid started to climb. “Don’t be too long” Anders called out to her breaking her bubble. “I’m literally paying by the hour.” Nala spent a few more moments looking over the photos before turning tail, it flittered left and right behind her as she clattered her claws over the wooden floor that adorned the ground floor and stairs. The first floor was quite different, very modern, light grey carpet, white walls, plain white photo screen backdrop hanging from the far wall with a large radius curve to then progress to the floor. Used to give photo’s that completely empty background look. Flash umbrellas facing the area and a singular tripod with camera almost in the middle of the room. Anders and the girl were by now stood at a podium desk facing the corner of the room. He had hands in pockets and Sigrid was operating the keyboard and mouse. A large TV opposite the photo backdrop had the computer desktop duplicated, obviously used to show clients the photos as they were being taken. “Well let’s take a look at some examples if you have any and see what we like?” His left hand, on the opposite side of the photographer slipped out of his pocket. He placed it behind him, just below his belt, the back of his hand against his body. A couple of fingers very deliberately hanging there. Nala took her cue, she approached and gently wrapped her maw around them. Gripping them with her teeth. Only tight enough to hold onto them, he didn’t flinch, this was completely on purpose.

Nala watched the wall screen as Sigrid brought up a portfolio of previous pet pictures. The Fullscreen images began to flash past on both monitors, Anders watching the monitor, Nala facing the TV. Hanging onto his fingers with her maw. A few images in and she bit down. “Wait, go back.” Anders piped up, his other hand leaving it’s pocket. “Go back.” Sigrid obviously obliged, one image back, {nope}. The image flashed back again, Nala clamped her jaw gently again. Ander’s voice spoke “Yes that one, I like that one, any chance we can queue these up as a to do list?”

“Sure, lets just add the ones you like to a folder and we can go through them on the big screen?”

“Sounds good.” For several minutes Sigrid scrolled through gorgeous images of animals and their owners. Nala’s selection being heavily biased to the two together, Anders’ almost exclusively being for pictures of Nala on her own. Soon their different preferences were collated to a single folder ready for some photos. Nala let go with her teeth. Opting to now explore the rather empty room a little.

“Let me just load up that new folder.” Sigrid said obviously fiddling with the software facing the corner of the room. “It might not show in the same order, but they’ll all be there.”

“No worries” Anders said turning to look at Nala wandering around the room. With so little to look, and sniff, at she instead opted for taking her place in the centre of the backdrop. Ander’s was still stood in the corner, now watching her. Nala lay herself down on her front. A very generic pose, fore legs in front of her, head up looking sideways at Anders. Her best wry smile appearing on her face. {Revenge!} Nala dropped to her side, underside facing Anders. Nala’s eyes locked onto his. Her rear leg started to lift, ever so slowly. Nala’s now always plump pussy began to come into view. More and more of her sex coming into view as she lifted that back leg higher and higher. A long, flat, tongue slipped out the side of her mouth to lick the whole width of her muzzle. Almost daring him, she kept her eyes on his. He glared, she was sure he fully understood he brought this on himself with his taunting behaviour earlier in the groomers.

“Well, let’s get started shall we!” Sigrid was now walking toward the camera, both Nala and Ander’s easily within her line of sight. Not content with only a glare from Anders; Nala continued the movement, legs spread to their limit, cookie on full show to both the bipedals in the room. A little flourish of her head, she dropped her gaze and tilted her head. Rear doggy leg reached forward, scratching behind her ear. Sigrid paid no attention as she began to fiddle the camera, Anders though, was visibly fuming. {You did this to yourself babe}. Anders grinned a little when Nala started the scratch, the little game had resumed, but here it was Nala’s play. “So let’s just go through the portfolio shall we?” Sigrid again breaking up the unspoken contest between the duo. Anders looked at the TV and followed it’s direction. He lay on the floor facing upward, pretending to gesture to Nala to come to him. Nala obliged, having looked at the picture herself she knew where to be. Above him now stood on her quadruped frame she dipped her head bringing her nose only an inch from his. A tiny grin appeared and her hips dropped right into his crotch. His eyes momentarily bulged from the sudden impact to his groin. Nala wasn’t done yet, she began to innocently wage her tail. Beautifully delicate canine cookie rubbed flaccid human cock through his trousers. Completely innocently of course, all she’s doing is wagging her tail right? Nala could feel that oh so familiar lump forming in his trousers. Her head tipped forward a tiny but more, she was ready for a kiss. {I can’t here}. Slightly upset at the realisation she backed off a little, stopping the wagging of her tail now that he had grown to at least half hard.

Ander’s lips parted a tiny amount, teeth gritted closed he whispered as quietly as possible “You’re going to get me in trouble!” Nala lost the disappointment of not being able to kiss him right now, instead relishing her misconduct. Her tail began to wag again; to further increase his discomfort.

“That’s great!” Sigrid had been clicking away, umbrellas flashing, TV flickering through the images. Both their heads swivelled to look toward the photographer, behind her, the TV with the latest shot. Moments earlier, Anders mildly enjoying the massage to his crotch and Nala just seconds away from kissing her partner caught in 4K. Both with happy and playful expressions, looking gently into each other eyes. The image of only their faces in the candid contentment filled the massive screen.

“I love it!” Anders almost shouting his approval at Sigrid. Nala couldn’t help it, the usually quiet canine verbalised her feelings. A singular and thunderous bark from her bounced off the walls. He turned back to Nala. “Haha, what do you think girl, you like it?” The question was absolutely permission. Nala dipped her head licking at his face. Ander’s flinched a little as he always did; but not how most owners do when their pupper licks their face. No, Ander’s was so completely okay with this show of affection he didn’t do anything so off-putting as screw his face up while she did it. More whispered words through his teeth an unexpected but completely welcome interruption. “You have no idea how much I’d have loved to bring your sexy undies.”

The photo shoot continued, moving progressively through the poses they had both picked. Some of Nala on her own, mostly the two together. By the last one the two were really having fun, just showing off really. Nala had no issues striking the poses in the images of course. Sigrid seemed impressed. “She’s really good at this, ever thought of renting her out as a model?” By now the whole portfolio had been finished and they were all congregated around the computer in the corner.

“You know, I never have. But now you mention it, yeah, she’d be excellent at it.” Anders said with a smile.

“She had no problems working out what you were looking for in the pictures.” Sigrid replied.

“Oh, I thought you meant because she’s gorgeous!” Anders said brightly. Kneeling down to give her ear scritches. Layers of sincerity embedded on top of each other. Pretending to have misunderstood, but knowing it was a compliment to her behaviour he took the chance to give her an out-loud compliment.

“You’d be pretty goof too.” Sigrid said almost shyly. Anders stood up abruptly to face in her direction.

“Oh, you think?” Anders upward inflection revealing he enjoyed the compliment. No sooner had he said it than a swift moving snout bashed him in the crotch. {Hey, I’m right here!}. “Oooff.” His body flinched from the impact. Taking a knee Anders returned his hands to Nala’s head giving her a soothing stroke. “I think you’d be better.” He said looking her straight in the eye. {Just don’t pretend I’m not here}. Forgiving him quickly she tilted her head towards his hand stroking her fur, licking around his wrist. Anders smiled that familiar warm smile of his.

“So which one’s do you want and what size?” Sigrid moving swiftly on to business clearly realising he didn’t seem too receptive to flirting. Business continued, a discussion of taking the photos digitally and the price carried on. Nala not needing to ram her snout into his crotch again to keep him on topic. After exchanging emails and payment Bitch and Bachelor were back on the street. Another of life’s minor adventures behind them, with the seeds of the next one soon to be sown.

On the sidewalk again. Master and pet. In many ways it was correct to refer to them as such but Nala didn’t feel like that anymore. The way Anders treated her she always felt his equal. Even in the extreme circumstances the two found themselves in. Nala tied to a bed, a full bottle of wine down, poppers devouring her inhibitions. Anders leash and collar being tugged by her to do sexy filthy things to her. Even then, she felt on level terms with him. How well he managed to skirt the fine line between going to far and being just rough enough with her she loved every second.

“Hey! Nala!” Nala turned, the voice a few meters behind her. “I take no credit for it but I just had an idea.” The canines thoughts returned to the current situation, she turned, breaking into a light trot to get back to Anders using her slender legs and digitigrade paws. Anders nodded at the window display just inside ‘tailor a teddy.’ He turned his head looking at it to indicate to her where she should be looking. Looking in the same direction she could see what he had obviously seen. Inside the window a large black box. No face at the front for patrons to see inside, but painted black on all sides, inside and out. The display was almost at eye level for Nala. The usual demographic for the store being the smaller of these human beings. In the middle of the box a triplet of brightly glowing teddy bears, yellow, green and orange. In the roof of the box a seemingly dim purple light hung from the top surface. {It’s very pretty Anders, but I don’t understand}. Nala’s head tilted from the question. {You gonna buy me a teddy bear? I’m ok with that!} Nala started looking around the window, this seasons available plushies on show all around the display. Anders took out his phone, obviously looking something up. Nala continued surveying her choices for a cute plushie to take home. After a few moments of looking she had decided. Four legs turned her body to face him, sitting down her still fluffy tail brushed the sidewalk behind her as she sat down looking up at him using his phone. After a few moments of waiting patiently he bent forward to show her the screen. Nala’s eyes focussed quickly on it, reading the text. Nothing to do with teddy bears sadly. ‘UV tattoo ink 50ml Yellow’ An image below it of a plastic bottle containing what looked like a slightly yellow stained but otherwise opaque white liquid. “Yes or no babe?” Nala nodded. What an awesome idea. She had visions of their tattoos under black light but especially hers which would definitely show through her fur. She loved the idea. Nala nodded. Not moving her body she looked back to the window of teddy bears and plushies. “Fine, lets get a couple cuddlies too.”

{YES!}

Chapter 20 – The mark of the beast

No sooner had they walked though the front door than Nala had skipped jumped and run her way up the stairs. She had just had a very intricate trim and she planned to make the most of it. Bedroom door relenting from a tug to it’s secondary, canine handle. The rope sliding through the body of the door, pulling down on the handle on the opposite side as it did. Soft springs brought the handle back to rest nice and quietly for her as she pulled on the now unlatched door. The room that had seen so much love was warm and comforting to the canine girl. The bright sunshine flooding through the window a perfect metaphor for how this place made her feel. She trotted past the floor length mirror straight to the wardrobe. In the bottom her toy box lay open. Ready for her whenever she wanted to get something from there. Right now, his collar. She collected it in her maw and went straight back downstairs with it, presenting it to her master. Tail wagging with enthusiasm. “Oh my god you’re insatiable. I haven’t even got my shoes off yet!” Being the clever canine that she is, Nala noticed the reply didn’t carry a hint of ‘no.’ He took it from her. Holding it in one hand he held it out toward her. “Only because I love you.” He loosened the folded loops of the leash and undid the collar, slipping it round his neck he had learned how to put it on himself quite proficiently now. Nala tapped the bag containing the plushies with her nose. Taking the hint Anders picked it out. As he bent down she hunted for the loop at the end of his leash with her maw. Once it was gripped in her teeth she headed to the living room, Anders quite literally in tow. She relished that he had been kind enough to accept the collar from her as readily as he did. Not just today but when she first offered it to him. She didn’t know if he’d thought so much into it as she had but the gesture of solidarity meant a lot to her. “So, where are we taking them?” Nala continued forward, occasionally turning her head back just in case he had somehow disappeared from the end of his tether. Arriving at the sofa she placed her head on the centre cushion resting it, looking at the sofa back. “Pride of place huh?” Anders knelt down behind her. The bag rustled as the first plushie came out, he reached over her putting it down in front of her. This was his choice. A cute little lioness plush now looking out from the centre of the sofa at the Canine. The same rustling from the bag as the second cuddly toy found it’s way to the couch. A canine, male, mid grey along his back and cream coloured underbelly. He now sat happily next to the lioness, both on the comfy sofa looking out at the large canine, and tall man choosing where they should go. “One last thing” Anders reached out again. This time picking up the canine plush and placing one of his front paws over the lionesses back. Nala and Balto sat together in the middle of the sofa hugging quietly.

Nala, the living canine, turned her head to Anders, still holding his collar she definitely gave a smile, being sure to keep hold of the leash. She moved quickly, Anders leash tugged him back to his feet. Nala was pleased with the happy couple but as usual had other things on her mind right now. The leash went taut, pulling him up the stairs behind her. “phewwww.” Only half way up the stairs she heard him exhale heavily behind her. She stopped and looked back. His cheeks round and full of air as he was exhaling. Looking straight up between her back legs. Noticing she had stopped and turned to look at him he spoke: “Babe, you look good.” Not breaking his gaze, clearly staring at her freshly groomed pussy and ass. Nala flushed a little at the compliment, choosing to slow down the ascent. Lifting her tail to properly show off she now took the remaining steps in slow motion. Watching and fully revelling in his absolutely unbroken attention on her sexiest bits. Playing along, as he reached the top step he broke into all fours. Following behind her, just staring at her canine girliness as she led him, both now on all fours, to the bedroom. Jumping on the bed she continued to the top of the bed, lying herself down belly up, resting her head on the soft pillows. Anders followed, still on all fours he approached her from the bottom of the bed, crawling over her to bring himself face to face. Nala’s forelegs reached up, she placed them on the top of his shoulders. He reached out to her maw, taking hold of his leash still in her maw. “Well, I’m sure you know what I want already, but what can I do for the lady today?” She let go of the leash and Anders lifted it free from her maw. She lifted her head tilting it slightly to one side and closed her eyes. {just kiss me}. She got her wish, his body moved toward her, her fore paws wrapped over his shoulders as he got closer. She could mildly taste the coffee he had had with his dinner, the warmth of his tongue giving that oh so familiar electric feeling all over her lips. Knowing what was coming very soon she couldn’t help but notice her sex was getting a little moist. Not enough to dribble out of her just yet. But enough she could feel the lips of her vagina begin to slip past each other with every tiny movement of her hips. The familiar tingle of her now constant heat had seemingly spread to her other hole ever since discovering how amazing it felt to be penetrated there.

“You know you show me so much affection right here.” He brought a hand forward, touching the very front of her maw with his forefinger. Much like one would when saying ‘shhh.’ {okay} she thought confused, wondering where this is going. “It sometimes feels a little one-sided, like you’re just doing it because I like it” {oh yeah?} Nala’s most filthy memories shot through her head. Recalling several times she’d had his cock firmly down her throat. His musk so strong and heavy all around her head she’d been close to orgasm just from his deliciously indelicate thrusts into her maw. {A lot less one-sided than you seem to think ha!} The collated memories of his scent deep in her throat and right at the tip of her nose turning the light moisture in her pussy to a slight dribble. “Well, I wanted to try something a little different where we keep the focus on you? You trust me?” Nala nodded. {Always}. With a quick final kiss he grinned as he pushed himself away and stepped off the bed. The mystery box on top of the wardrobe came down again. The box at the bottom of the wardrobe containing Nala’s naughty toys, this one contained his. Out of her reach for him to surprise her with something deliciously sexy once in a while. Today was one of those times. He pulled out what he wanted to use on her. It glinted in the evening sunset, mostly made of shiny stainless steel. The wire mesh body intertwined in a shape similar to a bird cage but much smaller. Faux leather lined the edges of the mesh. Several straps extended from the mesh. Anders lifted it up by a single strap, letting it dangle ominously in his hand. Nala looked at it. Not sure how to feel about this. A mixture of hurt and excitement took hold. {Why does he have a muzzle for me?} Anders still grinning approached the bed. Nala couldn’t stop it, the hurt taking precedence made her growl at the mere sight of the muzzle. Anders obviously hearing her displeasure spoke up. “Heeeeeyyyyy, don’t be like that, I promise it’s all in good fun.” Grabbing the leash on his own collar with his empty hand, he shook it several times smiling. “I didn’t really like this either to start with. Can you do it for me? Babe?” Anders pouted, weaponised sexual manipulation, and Nala was all for it. She knew, but still found herself under his spell. Her tail began to wag. Sometimes she wished she didn’t have it; it made her an open book! “Good girl! I mean BAD girl! Now come here while I put this on.” Nala was a little apprehensive. Not really feeling the vibe, she still stood up and approached him, he was now holding out the muzzle in both hands for her to place her snout into. It didn’t take him long for all of the straps to be pulled tight and locked off.

The straps were tight, really tight. Just like when he tied her to the bed, this wasn’t coming off. So tight yet so comfortable. Nala tried to open her maw. Nothing, the cushioned edges kept her jaws almost completely closed. Her attempts to open her mouth rubbed her nose into the wire mesh, it needed a little rub to stave the sensation. {Gah!} her tongue could hardly get out of her mouth, the taste of metal in every direction. The plastic smell of faux leather the only lingering smell in her nose. Nala, the dangerously toothed canine girl looked at Anders pathetically. The prison she had accepted instantly taming her. The best she could do now is scratch him with her claws, and knowing how much stronger than her he is, this was a meagre consolation. Free to move in every direction and yet she was powerless to resist him. She was stood on the edge of the bed, Anders kneeling on the floor, the two were at eye level. He looked at her struggling with the muzzle. “Is it ok?” Nala kind of hated it, but if he wanted her to wear it, it wasn’t so bad. She nodded a couple of times. Her head moved into his, tilting. She almost managed to get her tongue out of her maw, but instead the same taste of metal. Cold, unyielding, impersonal. {Gah! Fuck this thing!} Her attempt at a kiss instantly thwarted. Nala threw her head to the side shaking it profusely, she wanted the muzzle off, right fucking now! “Cmon, I promise you’ll be ok with it later.” Anders voice was soothing. Nala calmed down, just the one kiss wasn’t going to ruin her night surely? “I want to give you my full attention, but in the right places” Nala’s heart and head melted instantly. The muzzle wasn’t to stop her, it was to stop him. She jumped off the bed knocking him backwards. He fell to the floor on his back, face to face she tried to kiss him again, utterly unable thanks to the limitation he had imposed. Nala lay on top of him desperate for the delicate affection of a tender kiss. Face to face they lay, a muzzle between them. Anders didn’t seem all that bothered by the several accidental bashes to the side of his face from the muzzle cage. Instead becoming more and more giddy at Nala’s failed attempts to kiss him. “There’s only one way you’re going to be kissing me tonight. I hope that’s ok.”

{No.}

{But, Yes}

“I have some other ideas too I really think you’ll like. But before we try them, can we clean you fully? I really want to give your cute little butt the attention it deserves too.” The royal we of course. Nala had always cleaned herself out on her own. It felt pretty good most of the time but it was a mucky process. Wanting to be ready when the moment came without getting herself too worked up too soon, she headed to the door, tail between her legs. Just as she left the room, she lifted her still fluffy tail slowly. Looking back at him lying on the floor; contorting his torso to watch her intensely. No sooner was her tail in the air than she flicked the door closed with a hind paw. Slamming it behind her she went into the bathroom. Her fore paws lifted her up onto the side of the bidet, hind legs still on the bathroom floor. Twisting the long faucet handles easily with a paw the bidet fountain flashed up. The water slowly reaching a comfortable temperature being so far from the boiler. Somewhat difficult to gauge the true temperature with the cold steel cage covering the little button of bare skin on her face.

<Tap tap tap>. Anders opened the door. Nala filched, slipping into the bidet with her fore paws and awkwardly scrambling to regain her posture. A genuine start at the interruption. She felt the blood in her face drain. Why though? she hadn’t even started! He seemed a little nervous. “I-I don’t mind doing it?” The comment was, on paper, a comment, but very clearly a question. Nala, beginning to recover from the very unexpected offer growled initially, still annoyed she had just bashed her ribs on the side of the porcelain basin. Anders began to close the door, “I just know how difficult it is for you, sorry.” Nala collected herself, jumping in the direction of the door she let out a high-pitched whine to get his attention through the door. Nearly closed it started to open again. Nala sat herself down, hind legs folding to bring her rather bare backside to the floor, fore legs straight and head looking straight forward as he came back into the bathroom. The initial anger very much subsided, only being aimed at the rather painful slip into the furniture. She was almost as nervous as he had sounded asking. Her head bowed down as she stood back to all fours and approached him, tail only slightly wagging, she wasn’t so sure about this at all. Her head bumped into his thigh, she looked straight ahead, too embarrassed to look at him. Anders obviously picking up this was a very tentative yes. “Ok, well let me get my clothes off, turn off the bidet I have a better idea.” He left the room, turning toward the bedroom.

She heard the slight rustling of his clothes. Approaching the bidet once more she gently sat down and pawed at the lever turning the water flow off. She watched the light fountain of water die out before he re-emerged in the door in his dressing gown. “Besides, I need to make sure I have a proper shave for you.” His terrible joke a little flat, but at least trying to diminish her embarrassment at the situation. Anders stepped into the room, closing the door and quickly removing his dressing gown to hang it up. Nala’s attention switched from the furniture to the gorgeous male stood only a few feet away. His own version of fur on a sizeable portion of his body. Not too thick though, his musculature still easily visible through the haze it created around his body. Nothing compared to the haze that surrounded him only her nose could pick up. The swish of his dressing gown had scattered the human masculine fragrance all around the room. Nala breathed it in. Quietly. Her pussy making the floor beneath her just that tiny bit more slippery. {It’s fine, it will rinse off}. “I’m going to take this off for now, I don’t want to ruin it.” He carefully undid the buckle to his collar, re-looping it to hang it up on the back of the door with his dressing gown. She continued to inhale him deeply. Just a canine girl making full use of her excellent sense of smell. Now naked, his scent was free to escape from his skin over every square inch of him. It emanated like a gentle fog, invisible but unmistakeable. For Nala this was the perfume of companionship, in all it’s gorgeous and explicit forms. His musk only ever getting stronger when they made love.

Nala’s eyes opened, she had been quietly enjoying her surroundings through her nose and it seemed it was time for her to move. “Cmon babe.” Anders scratched the top of her head enticing her to follow him. She obliged, leaving behind a little wet spot of very feminine excitement on the tiled floor. Following him to the shower cubicle, she found herself looking up at him as he smiled down at her. The area jets started up, spraying her from every direction. Nala’s eyes blinked and winked trying to avoid the splashes and droplets. Relenting her head tipped, she brought it down to look at the floor. Beneath them the water flowed freely to the drain. Large quantities disappearing through the floor from all the jets surrounding them. Anders picked up the wander head. Aiming it at the glass wall for a few moments to warm it up he took a seat in front of her. She inhaled her favourite aroma through the metal cage from Anders most exciting piece of anatomy. No need to worry about any light drizzles she might accidentally dribble behind her. She lifted her head to look at him, now able to cope with the warm rain with him at eye level. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders he pulled her toward him. Face to muzzle, she stood there, unable to even show him the minor affection of a kiss. {I feel like such a dummy with this thing on}. Above her head and behind her back she could feel his hands working at something. Before long the shower head and seal appeared off to one side of her, finding a resting place in the corner of the cubicle. In his hand, a very long pipe. Much like a garden hose, with a steady, single stream of water flowing from it. Thankfully though, much warmer. Nala instantly knew what this was for and suddenly the embarrassment turned to nerves. A very tiny squeal leapt from her clamped shut maw. “Don’t be scared, I’ll be careful.” He said. Resting one arm over her shoulders holding the pipe, his other withdrew to stroke the side of her face. The soothing caress interrupted by the several straps holding the muzzle so close to her face. “Now, be a good girl and turn sideways.” Anders forcefully pushed her upper body with one arm and slipped a hand beneath her belly to pull at her hips from the other side. Turning her so she was stood side on over his outstretched legs. His other arm now travelled beneath her chest. He pulled at her shoulders with one arm, hips with the other to bring her nice and close to him. The side of her body occasionally brushing his chest. Nala’s head bowed and her eyes closed, expectant and embarrassed at what was about to happen. He leaned forward off the glass, gently taking her ear closest to him in his hand. He lifted it so she could hear him, whispering: “Say when.”

A strong arm cradled her chest, reaching beneath her and hugging her shoulder on the other side. His arm pulled her in close to him. All four of her fragile and refined legs skipped over the tiles to steady herself. At the same time; the long, flexible, water pipe behind her was subtly tickling her almost bare skin as it hunted for that tight little asshole of hers. The warm flow of clean water being plenty of warning. The warming sensation saturated her backside. The flow of water giving a gentle massage to her tight little butt. The end of the pipe touched her vulnerable hole. As soon as the pipe met her skin the water had nowhere to go. It forced it’s way into her. Gentle warmth determined to follow it’s destiny. In this case, between Nala’s legs, through her tight little bum hole. Filling her insides rapidly the liquid snaked it’s way up the inside of her belly. Hotter than she’d ever dare try, but it was everything but painful. Instead, the red-hot liquid gave her a huge flush all over the surface of her skin. The remaining fur over every inch of her standing fully on end. Maybe it was the extra heat, maybe it was much faster flowing, but Nala thought it’d never made her this horny, this quickly before. Usually more of a gentle teaser this was more like a love bomb. Flowing straight up her butt, the heat most definitely travelling through her body quickly to her skin from the inside out. A physical heat to match that ever-present tingle of her hormones and femininity in her cookie. {Too much!} Nalas claws clacked and scratched at the tiles. A fore paw desperately trying to make solid contact to get him to stop. Holding her so tightly, he was keeping her almost off her feet. {Oh fuck, I can’t even get away from it!}. Anders moved the pipe away, the extreme water flow stopped. He had heard her panic and stopped quickly. Nala, was FULL.

The arm holding her steady gently released her to her feet. She couldn’t help it, a little squirt of the water escaped from her backside. “AH-AH.” Those words of command again. Whatever she’s doing, she stops. She tensed her pelvic floor hard cutting off the little leak. A strange feeling of red-hot water finding it’s way just that little bit further into her somewhere in her middle. Over the next minute or so the pressure at her bum was building. Her legs slightly shaking from keeping her pelvic floor so tight. Another tiny trickle from her bum. “AH-AH. I want you to hold it.” Nala closed her eyes, the rapid increase in arousal making it difficult even to stand up. She squeezed tighter, keeping the red-hot liquid from escaping. {F-for how long?!}. A gentle set of fingers came into contact with her belly. Possibly the lightest touch she had ever felt they moved slowly at first before speeding up, tickling her very full, very delicate underbelly. {Oh my god I need a piss too!}. Ander’s fingers reached further down her belly, tentatively touching her sex. Using two fingers he carefully spread her sopping wet lips. His thumb pushing just on the inside of the point of her cookie. No easy task with something so slippery he managed to carefully expose her clit to the outside world. Unable to keep still already, this made it even more difficult. The highly sensitive poofy lips on her pussy spread wide by her lover. Unable to do anything unless she disobeyed her command she kept as still as possible, notwithstanding the bitch shivering from being so fucking horny. A strange sound of water crashing into the floor was audible to her front. Practically unable to move her head she instead opened her eyes to see a water jet flying past her and hitting the opposite wall. Before dropping to the floor then disappearing behind her. {WTF}.

The sexy bitch’s clit, fully exposed to the room, didn’t exactly feel uncomfortable being so accessible. The occasional spatter from the surrounding sprinklers revealed her pussy was most definitely spread nice and wide. The warmth of the room hiding the fact that tiny little orgasm centre was on full show. “Remember. Hold it in.” Anders had now lost the soothing tone, knowing she was far beyond being embarrassed he had adopted a far more dominant delivery. The hot spatters occasionally tickling the inside of her pussy lips got much more frequent and very quickly. A red-hot and rapid water jet directed straight onto her clit made her muscles spasm for just a second. Relaxing slightly after they did. A little leakage escaped both her butt and bladder as she accidentally relaxed. {No! He said no!} She could barely stand already but still managed to squeeze tightly again. The absolutely overwhelming drumming across the entire surface of her clit forcing her eyes and maw closed. The water from the shower heads almost instantly being tossed from her fur as it landed on her. Was it even possible to shake any more violently? Heavy and intense sensations from her clit ran up her body, met by the extreme heat gently finding it’s way to her skin from deep inside her. The jet held steady, drumming her clit over and over again, forcing an orgasm to begin it’s gentle waves towards her head. That tiny piece of her so sensitive she couldn’t manage it any longer. The still hot water rushed out of her fluttering little bum. A steady stream of piss leaving her pussy as she let it all go. Nala’s head dropped forward. Rising and falling with deep heavy breaths. Her nose working overtime, trying to deal with the huge airflow her clamped maw would otherwise find a literal breeze. Every muscle in her belly shrinking rapidly while her pelvic floor fully relaxed. Just letting it ALL out.

{Fuck me! This is way better than when I do it!}. After the intense pressure inside her had subsided, she gave up trying to catch her breath through her nose. Instead, desperate to kiss him, she turned her head to meet his. He had a lovely smile on his face. Without thinking she bumped into him, metal met her tongue as she tried to kiss him for giving her the incredible new experience. Her teeth came out, a deep growl in frustration. Anders leaned the tiny bit forward needed to reach her and kissed the end of the muzzle. “Feeling frustrated yet?” Nala was absolutely fucking frustrated, it almost felt like she was going to burst, not from a belly full of water, but from her intense canine girly needs. The belly full of water. Gosh it must be filthy, her head flipped completely around, looking outward from the edge of the cubicle. The heavy water flow from all the sprinklers having done it’s job, none of the usual muck anywhere in sight, having already disappeared down the drain. {Please God do that to me again!}. Her head turned back to him, willing him to read her mind. Of course he couldn’t. Not quite. “Well, suitably frustrated yet?” He asked her, drumming the front of the muzzle with his fingers gently. Nala nodded. “I don’t believe you.” The same dominant tone. “I want you REALLY mad when I finally let you sit on my face.” He clearly understands how amazing teasing can be. The teasing itself and how beautiful it is when he finally gives her that slow motion explosion in her sex he’s so fucking good at! His arm carefully wrapped under her chest again, pulling her into him for a second time. His voice so close to her ears, whispering. Identical words as before “Remember. Hold it in.”

Several times she was filled with the red-hot liquid. Over and over again brought closer and closer to cumming with each belly-full. Only to disobey her master by letting it all out, cutting off that deep stimulation to her clit before she could fully enjoy it. If anyone on earth knew sexual frustration, Nala did. How much worse could he possibly make it though? Anders, now satisfied she would be clean for several hours moved on to the next stage of tormenting her. The two were still in the same position, canine girl standing sideways over his legs as he sat with his back against the glass at the side of the shower cubicle. Her muzzled face turned to face him, waiting for what was next. The next level of torment began almost immediately with a filthily intentioned but seemingly innocuous comment. “I better get a shave, I don’t want you getting sore now do I?” Anders tentatively stood up, scratching the top of her head to comfort her as he moved away. The shower sprinklers slowly died out and the heavy water flow from every direction petered out. Not wanting to be cold he moved over to the extractor and turned it off. The humidity slowed to a stop and hung in the air making the room artificially warmer. A thick mist obscuring anything more than a couple of feet away. Nala exited the shower, following the scent of his love. Coming to rest just behind him, sitting herself down while he turned on the taps for the sink. Anders turned back to look at her, crouching fully down to embrace her head. Again, kissing the front of the muzzle. {I fucking hate this thing}. He cradled her head, giving her a gentle caress to the side of her head as she tilted into the careful affection. “Hey babe, don’t sit back there, here, I have a better idea.” He turned his crouched body. She came to all four of her legs as he walked her around and under the sink. He kissed that wretched muzzle once more, moving forward and forcing her to sit down. “Now. STAY.”

Muzzled, clean, and insanely aroused, Nala sat beneath the bathroom sink, red hot from the inside out and absolutely ready to give his face that fucking he had been teasing all day. Instead, her new instruction. Stay. Looking out at the room she watched as Anders stood up and walked away from her. She pawed the ground a little with her fore legs, sorely tempted to stand up and step away from where he had left her. He had absolutely given her this instruction for a reason though. She knew it would be love/hate, but always in good fun. By now, Anders had reached the towel rail. He picked one up and used it to dry himself off. All Nala could think while watching was how lucky the towel was and that she’d definitely be in here later to enjoy it. The scene somewhat obscured by the thick humid mist. A minute or so passed as he used the towel. Saturating it with his delicious aroma before placing it back on the rail. {Is this what he means when he talks about ‘wasting it?} Nala thought, beginning to understand what he truly meant when he said this to her. Now as dry as the humid air would allow, Anders walked back to the sink. Nala lifted her head to look at him as he approached. Dutifully she sat still as commanded. As still as she could manage, unable to stop her tail wagging, watching the burly man approach her fully naked. Anders reached the sink, now towering over her she was looking almost straight up just to see his face. He looked down, placing a finger on the tip of her nose he pushed into the top of the muzzle, softly tilting her head down to bring her head level. “I said stay.” Now sitting under the sink, facing forward, snout and maw muzzled, she understood. Her eyes flickered between looking up and looking forward. Anders took a couple of small steps toward and then over her, careful to get her muzzled snout between his legs. {He isn’t!} His massive manhood slid up the cold mesh of the muzzle. Resting on that awful mesh cage holding her maw closed. So close, but so far away. Taste, touch, both out of the question, but she could most certainly see and smell the sexy treat literally sitting on her nose. Every tiny movement he made caused her to stir, to want to disobey. What would it achieve though? If she moved all that would happen is this beautiful scent would be removed from her nostrils. She pined and whined, shuffled and sniffed, shivered and woofed. Her fore paws pounded the floor, clacking her claws into the tiles at her extreme agitation. Her breathing laboured and heavy, trying not to miss a single drop of the gorgeous scent of sex sat right there on her nose.

How long had it been, ten? Twenty? Thirty minutes? Nala had no idea, she only knew she might be stuck to the floor by the time he allowed her to move. The hornier she got without any penetration the thicker her delicious, to Anders at least, girly lubricant became. This was the first time he had teased her so thoroughly, so effectively and for so long. Perhaps eventually it would become so thick she might even struggle to unstick herself from the floor. Pondering the ludicrous possibility she also hoped he would keep this up long enough for it to actually happen. Her other senses dulled, now almost blind, almost deaf, she was living her life through her olfactory. The faint sound of water draining nothing compared to the masculine aroma utterly filling her brain. Anders stepped back. Taking away the centre of her universe. {No!}. Instinctively she allowed a fore paw to reach out for a single step forward. “STAY!” {okay}. Scolded, she brought the paw back to the front of her. What made this extra fun is she knew at some point tonight, maybe 5 minutes from now, maybe 5 hours, she’d be riding his face and he’d be the one following orders. For now though, she did as he asked, the relationship truly a give and take at every turn. After redressing himself in the dressing gown and collar, he flicked the extractor back on and walked back through the rapidly clearing humidity to greet her again. He knelt down to look into her lovely brown eyes. “Hey, you dropped this.” The loop in the end of his leash, guided by his own hands looped around one of her fore legs. She was released from the invisible shackles, and now she was master.

Straight to the bedroom. So warm and full of light earlier, it was now dark, but the same radiant warmth still present. Drying himself off with it, Anders threw the dressing gown at her. Drenched in his scent, Nala didn’t exactly rush to shake it off. Rather lazily shaking it forward and over her head to catch as much of him as possible. Shoulders dipped to make sure it flowed forward over her head. Between her hind legs the slippery goodness desperate for his attention. Not too soon though, some of the torture he had visited on her he is definitely going to suffer first! How though, she lacked several advantages already, and she was still wearing the infernal confinement preventing her from using the one body part with any semblance of dexterity. On one of those many occasions she had expressed her doubts she recalled his response. “We’ll work with what you’ve got.” Right now was the time to embody that sentiment. A rather odd spectacle of her leading him around on a leash as she took her pet to the wardrobe. Unable to pick anything out herself she placed her free fore paw on a large flat object in the sexy toy box. Anders eyebrows raised high on his forehead. Not being his turn, he bent down and picked it up without question. Her paw then pointed at her second favourite scent in the world, those devilish little bottles of chemical lust. Again, collected. Lastly, she took him over to the bed side drawers. Still under Nala’s instruction he opened the middle drawer and pulled out a handkerchief. The confusion on his face an absolute picture! Anders, holding all three of her warez he dutifully followed her as she pulled him back to the foot of the bed. She tapped the floor with her free front paw, now it’s his turn to stay, he nodded. The pretty girl jumped onto the bed and turned so she was side on to him. Still standing, there was so much fun already drenching her girly bits she didn’t want to squander it by accidentally rubbing any off.

Stood there, side on to him she lifted her fore leg which was still tied by the leash to his neck, hinting her commands. The leash fell away from her slender leg, hanging freely in front of him. Her paw remained hovering, instead of placing it back on the bed, she placed it on the handkerchief, then brought it to her muzzle, hanging her digitigrade foot over her muzzle. A slow movement to really make it as obvious as possible. The teasing tool and the poppers bottles landed on the bed near her head. Anders took the handkerchief in both hands to do as she commanded. Nala tilted her head to the side and upward to properly face him while he wrapped the cloth around her snout. The muzzle while so incredibly frustrating had a very useful purpose here. After wrapping her face with the small piece of cotton he then tucked it into the edges of the mesh, holding it firmly in place against the cage. How better to make sure she’s making the most of the poppers than to really make sure it’s the only thing in front of her? She tapped at the bottles, ready to try this rather dangerous aphrodisiac. Anders, still the pet for now obliged her without question. A few droplets of the concentrated lust inducing liquid touched the cloth covering Nala’s face. Far too late now, this isn’t coming off quickly at ALL. Her body took the vital breath it would eventually become impossible to hold, through the only orifice it was possible to breath through right now.

Anders scent vanished from her sense, replaced with this chemical. Potent, thick, a little nauseating, but from frequent use that particular problem had definitely subsided. Her heart rate shot up, each breath forcing it higher and heavier. The blood pounded all over her body, rushing through her veins, seemingly trying to escape. In her cookie that oh so familiar sensation of lust almost matched by the throbbing of her pulse. Only a couple of breaths in she landed a paw on the paddle, nodding her head in a few hurried, and now, intoxicated motions. Anders picked it up with one hand, grabbing her tail midway down and lifting that with the other. He looked at her in the eyes, stepping his feet apart to really give himself some leverage, he slammed the paddle into her backside.

[WHACK!]

{Gah! That was fucking terrible!} Nala pulled down hard with her tail, almost wrenching it from his relatively soft grip. Her head shook in desperation. {That’s not how I expected, please not again}. The paddle had slapped not only her hind quarters but her rather large, rather poofy, very delicate and very sensitive pussy. Anders, teeth gritted, arm extended, ready for a second blow, hesitated. First, he let her tail go looking for a reaction. It appeared of course; her tail shot down straight between her legs. The reaction clear, spanking really didn’t do it for her! “That bad huh?” She replied visually of course. Nala nodded. Even with the vapourised oestrogen flowing through every single one of her capillaries she didn’t like what just happened. “That’s a little disappointing. Hmm, did I catch my favourite piece of you?” His tone of voice conveying nothing but concern. Nala nodded. It fucking hurt too! “Well let’s not be a negative Nancy just yet. Lie down, on your back.” This was supposed to be Nala’s turn in control but Anders took the role so naturally. So perfectly. The four-legged girl flipped herself over, landing sideways on the bed, rolling onto her back, then shuffling herself a little toward him. All four legs drooping lazily above her she tipped her head to look at him. He smiled as she made eye contact, grabbing her hind ankles in one hand. Crossing them over he pulled her legs back, over her tail, her pussy slipped between her hind legs, now crossed and fully extended. Once her slippery and delicate flesh was safe behind her rear limbs, he brought her legs forward again toward her belly. Ankles crossed in is hand meant her extremely delicate feminine flesh was now hidden between those slender legs of hers. Held in place by the lovely strong fingers of this human male. Being very unpleasantly surprised by the last strike Nala still wasn’t quite sure.

The cotton rag over her face caught more of the chemical stimulant. With each breath in it instantly atomised, able to penetrate deep within her at only the tiniest lungful. Heavy heart rate and throbbing pulse made her ready. The same hand still holding her ankles in place to keep her delicate femininity safe, his other hand brandishing the paddle tickled her chest. She looked him in the eye, still muzzled, still helpless. She nodded.

[WHACK!]