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The First Furry

By Xenos Ryker Wyatt

Human Male, Canine Female, Love, Bestiality

Author’s notes: -

Part 1 - Anniversary

Prologue

Chapter 1 – In the beginning…

Chapter 2 – Levitici 18:23

Chapter 3 – The Preparation (The House)

Chapter 4 – The Preparation (The Lady)

Chapter 5 – Dinner

Chapter 6 – The Bedroom

Chapter 7 – All in the preparation

Chapter 8 – Why haven’t we done this sooner?

Chapter 9 – For the lady

Chapter 10 – For the Gentleman

Author’s notes: -

I welcome any and all comments, positive or negative I’m honestly open to all feedback. I’m interested to know what people think.

Inspired mostly by two people, “dark violet” and “Truegrave9” A lot of their content is just lovely to look at and read, you’ll probably find some strong parallels with their images and what’s in the story too. I am considering if I should; and how I might illustrate this, I’ve been exploring some AI generated image options.

I’m trying to get at least two to three drafts in before I consider any part “finished.” They never will be finished since every time I read it I make some changes. While I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing it I don’t always have as much time as I’d like.

Originally intended to be about 5 pages I’m now at 60+. I’m not even short on ideas, there’s probably double the amount of content already in note form.

I liked the idea of this being from Nala’s viewpoint because she can’t “talk” so I think it works better for understanding the loving relationship by knowing what she’s thinking. Yes, I wanted this to be completely mutual between the two characters. It is important to me it’s 100% consensual.

Part 1 - Anniversary

Prologue

A male’s voice slowly ebbed into her mind, it was drifting into her ears and tickling her ear drums. No words yet, only the deep vibrations of each indistinct syllable. Drumming into her head, but not an unpleasant interruption. Cutting short a dreamless sleep, the gruff voice was becoming clearer and clearer. She didn’t move, perfectly comfortable right here in bed, head propped up gently by the plush goose feather pillow. Limbs and body still half suspended in the void of the dream world. Scents around her started to break through the haze. Familiar snippets of the waking world slipping past unconsciousness. Shaving foam, the shower, the stove, her lover. The last one separated itself from the rest, much stronger, much closer, far more delicious. The first deliberate action for the day, her chest rose under the covers revealing her body tucked snugly into the sheets. A gentle, deliberate rush of air flowed in through her nose passing her extremely sensitive olfactory nerves. A familiar scent swirling into her mind from the highly saturated pillow propping up her head. The bedsheets on his side had been lazily left uncovered by the occupant, now he stood in the doorway. Still, she didn’t move, eyes still closed, she exhaled using only the light weight of her own ribs. The breath becoming weaker and weaker as it metered on. Another, deep breath in. How lucky she felt to have him, to be here at all, alive and content, and how she loved that scent.

The figure in the door spoke again, once more indistinct, incomprehensible. She was completely absorbed in admiring the handsome aroma emanating from the bedsheets. The haze of her slumber was beginning to lift. The words were breaking through. “--- the iPad.” Not much to go on, what did he mean, what is he talking about? Abstract thoughts entered her head, prompted by the vibrations on her ear drums. The last time she had needed it was a few weeks ago. “--- the iPad.” She didn’t care, her obsession with the beautiful smell so close to her nose was much more important right now, using the internet wasn’t all that fun for her anyway. She rolled over to face the door, being a predator, so many of those senses concentrated on her head. She now had them all pointing toward him. Slightly opening her eyes the tall man was almost visible. Blurry, half blocked by the pillows this male figure came into view. “Babe, have you seen the iPad?” Ah, with a little help of lip reading, she now knew the question. Seeing her eyes gently twinkle at him he continued “Babe, I haven’t seen it in a while, any ideas?” Raising her head slightly off the pillow, she shook it, signalling no. Her eyes widened rapidly at fully processing the question and might have given her away, but he’s just a male; he doesn’t notice such subtle cues. “Ok babe, I’ll keep an eye out for it, if I don’t find it by the end of the week, we’ll look for a new one.” She dropped her head back to the pillow, eyes closing on the way; thinking, {I’ll get it for you later, you don’t need to buy a new one.}

“Love you Nala; see you later.” His final words prevented her complete fall into the void of unconsciousness. Time was advancing, Nala was still snoozing, eyes closed but mostly awake. Later now, the smell of breakfast, the moisture in the air of the shower, and ugh! Dish soap; sneaking up her nostrils. Neither could mask the scent in the bedroom though. He spent 6-8 hours a day on those bedsheets, giving her a room she could use to escape from the utterly over-powering perfumes and chemicals added to every product known to man. {Heh,} she thought to herself, {man.} Flipping the duvet back she crawled to the edge of the bed and jumped out. On the floor she now wandered back and forth a little finding herself enough space to get in a really good stretch. She lowered her shoulders toward the ground. Ass now high in the air, a huge yawn escaped her maw, peeling back the skin to reveal those beautiful white teeth, sharp from front to back. {Fucking whore.} She jokingly thought to herself. Ass still in the air she couldn’t help but think of all the girls on social media in the same pose. Tight clothing, the absolute minimal amount of material to cover them up. The irony was not lost on Nala, she could walk around completely naked but this was not only acceptable but expected. These other girls did it because of their insecurities, seeking approval in the only way they know how. Nala felt liberated, she had everything on show, all the time. Other people gave her attention because of her personality and her love of life, she didn’t need to rely on her sexuality to attract attention. She brought her shoulders up, returning her butt to a more natural angle after walking her hind legs forward to a resting position. Her head gently came to rest on the edge of the bed. It was then she saw it. A small speck of blood was visible on the bedsheets right where her hips had been before getting up. {God damnit.} She thought. The negative thought rapidly turned into a much more powerful positive one, {This is fucking perfect!}

Chapter 1 – In the beginning…

Nala hadn’t always been named Nala. Officially she’d never really been named anything, it’s not like it had ever been written down on a certificate or something. No, her initial name had actually been Dipstick. Ironic really, given the circumstances. To go from a name that essentially means stupid to discovering she is easily as clever as other people. The odd thought jostled in her mind, her internal monologue chuckled a little {Other people.} Thoughts like this often occurred to her, how strange that her mind used his species language to form her thoughts. But it all made sense when she gave it some thought. She’d be unbale to form such complex thoughts using her own species’ language, it was far from complex enough to form the thoughts she was now capable of. It didn’t matter really, she still quite liked the old name, because he had given it to her. While a little rudimentary the name was his first gift to her and for that reason, she loved it. Very little meaning to it, it simply referred to one of the most obvious characteristics of her appearance. Nala (or Dipstick, depending on her mood) was a bitch, and completely unlike any other bitch to ever exist before her. And no, not in the most commonly used sense of the word these two-legged oddities called ‘humans’ used it.

Early memories for her have a strange aura surrounding them, like they weren’t really her’s. Existing from a time when her mind worked so much differently than it does now. They are more a collection of what her senses were absorbing at that time, very little emotion was built into them, just abstract thought and either a positive or negative connotation to them. They helped form who she is now but some didn’t make sense with the much more complex thought process she is capable of now. With the new found ability of hers to truly think, she could find details in memories that completely changed their content. A memory of a white room with bright lights and a strong bleach smell was formed initially from only fear and pain. Her higher functions disliked this place and were some of the few memories with Anders that made her feel unhappy. The unknown source of her gift had given her the ability to pull out the extra information her young mind wasn’t able to. The prodding, poking and sharp pains she suffered in this room were to protect her in the long term, and in some cases save her life. One trip involved a sharp pain followed by extreme nausea causing her to throw up a brightly coloured tapestry. With the help of her gift she now knew she’d eaten a pack of ballons, and the rush to have her in this room of pain was to save her life. Adolescence had changed everything for her. Like any other canine she had reached her puberty after about a year. The changes to her body were pretty normal, growth spurt, aching joints, gaining muscle mass, larger teeth, larger vulva… What was completely abnormal were the changes to her mind. Instead of experiencing the world as basic senses, there began to be another layer. The sensory stimuli had more to it, more information that wasn’t explicit in the experience. Sequences of sound meant different things depending on the order they came in, not just the sound on it’s own. Words started to form in her mind and actually make sense. The very strong scent Anders emanated meant it was time for him to take a shower, time of day didn’t matter. Not her favourite realisation, because it meant she now knew that although she enjoyed this scent, it would never last for very long. The beeping box next to the bed didn’t always mean it was time to get up; on 2 out of every 7 days it seemed to be optional. All these patterns began to show themselves.

Along with the pattern recognition came some other realisations. She began to experience emotions where she never had before. Situations that had been simply meaningless now conjured strong feelings she had no names for, or way to prevent. Memories were now formed with the much more complex spectrum of emotions. The negative one’s showed themselves much more clearly to begin with. She was in an open field and needed to pee, completely normal up until this point; but looking over at some people nearby made every muscle in her body tense up. She couldn’t go, but why? Simply embarrassed they might be watching. These feelings began with no names but they were all too real to her now. It’s odd to go from something being completely outside of your comprehension to being intuitive and fully understandable in such a short period of time. Much like the other emotions, she didn’t yet know the name for it but she began to experience shame too. She would need the toilet every day, and sometimes it left something unpleasant for Anders to pick up. She hated that she was responsible for something so disgusting for him. The advantage of her new found cognition gave her the ability to fix these new problems. To learn from observation was absolutely part of her life by this point. Anders was a living creature too and he managed to keep these bodily functions clean and tidy. Simply observing him for a few days Nala was able to work out what a toilet was and how to use it. Toilet roll was completely out of her abilities, mostly from a lack of opposable thumbs, but the majority of the mess was no longer something she would ever be leaving for him to clean up.

It wasn’t all bad though, there were now much more subtle occasions she felt good. Things she had never felt before at all. There was the time she first felt true reverence for another living being. A feeling she experienced after the tender care her, now partner, had shown her. There was no way she could repay such kindness or even express gratitude, not in the same way he showed tenderness toward her at least. Waking one night she had no time to run to the bathroom and had suddenly thrown up a bad meal right then and there on the bed. More shame, and a new one, guilt. What followed didn’t make sense, despite the disgusting nature of what had happened, Anders’ had picked her up in his arms, carried her to the bathroom and washed them both in the bath tub. Tenderly drying her after with a towel. Very careful around her now aching belly. Afterward, putting her back in the bed with fresh clean sheets in no time. She didn’t deserve this, she had woken him in the middle of the night, ruined the sheets and probably caused hours of work for him. Never before had she felt such warmth, but she didn’t understand, why wasn’t he angry with her, or disgusted? He had put the dirty sheets in the wash to try and salvage them and got right back into bed. He patted the sheets inviting her back up to the warm cosy place she had just sullied. She carefully hopped up and lay on the edge of the bed. Ander’s, instead of pushing her away, or keeping to the other end of the bed had moved closer. cuddling her and risking more of the foul soup covering him a second time. And yet there they lay, together. His tender caress to her head and neck making the bad feeling in her stomach almost disappear.

The drastic changes to her body and mind that puberty brought on began with the first of a recurring cycle. The first of which was extremely drawn out, months long. Anders had discussed this with friends, they had visited with their own animal, a female, just like her. Well, maybe not just like her. Their pet wanted to play, but seemed so much more simple-minded than Dipstick was. This left her plenty of opportunity to listen to the conversation the humans were having. The full meaning of speech wasn’t quite within her abilities just yet, but she understood the jist of it. The conversation was how odd it was that her first heat was taking so long, Ander’s wondered if his friend’s girl had such a long heat. The friend seemed to disbelieve just how long it had been. Literally months. Nala’s new affliction had obvious symptoms and not so obvious symptoms. Distinct physical and emotional aspects to it. The first time though, when her mind was changing so drastically, it was trying to process all these extra colours on the spectrum of emotion. Trying to understand the reality that was expanding so rapidly for her. All these extra layers of nuance gave her a new favourite experience, the experience of desire. Physical, emotional, instinctive, sexual. In a strange way, the physical changes didn’t seem all that big. Yes, her sex swelled to three times it’s normal size, it would slightly leak blood, and every pair of nipples would become so sensitive she struggled some times to even lie down. The real changes though, were in her feelings, especially her feelings toward Anders. Her master.

The first heat, she only partially remembered, the explosion of emotions and thoughts cloud her recollection. For her second, the experience was much more clear, the memories burned into her mind. It seemingly started almost immediately after her first, beginning around her second birthday. The physical changes, to Nala, almost unnoticeable. Instead, more powerful were the results of her much sharper mind and her new found complex feeling of desire. She began to notice males. At first her own species. Trips to the dog park were now far more interesting, some males had now begun to show her significantly more attention than only a few months ago. Attention she enjoyed in a strange, selfish, kind of way. It wasn’t just in her head though, when they would bark at her longingly, her now swollen vulva would develop a light tingle, she didn’t know why but she knew she wanted it to be touched. The really interested one’s behaviour, while rather annoying before now, began to make Nala feel good, that tingle would even get stronger the more attention she garnered. Odd that these males didn’t seem to perceive the world the way she did. Simple minded like the girl she had met through Anders’ friend. But when they stuck out their noses and drank the air containing her scent she couldn’t help but feel, well, noticed. She would saunter over to them, offering a little more of whatever it was they were enjoying so much. With almost a hope they might be able to do something about the sensation between her legs. Somehow, she just knew they could make it better. She watched as they became more excited. More excited simply because she was near them? More excited simply because they were looking at her? She could tell, this was the same feeling she was now capable of. Desire, but this version was so much more simple than her’s. Some of them would even get aggressive, not at her, but other males; seemingly to get them out of the way. Was it really her and her body triggering this within them?

The sounds her master made mostly made sense now, she knew what was happening around her and that she was definitely different to all the two legged creatures walking around. By now though, she was aware enough to realise she might be different physically, but cognitively she was easily on par. An early trip to the familiar bright white room containing the smell of bleach lingers in her mind. She was there because she was having trouble with her bladder, for some reason she couldn’t properly hold in her pee. By now Nala was using the toilet, not quite like Anders though. She had to jump up and sit carefully, facing the cistern, while Anders could simply stand in front of it. When she needed to pee she would use the toilet, but recently, from what her master would comment and the small wet patches she left sometimes, she didn’t always get the warning she needed. Anders had noticed the problem and brought her to this place to try and help her. In the waiting room, creatures of all kinds sat around, each with their own biped watching over them. One of the animals in the room caught her eye though. By now she was well into her second heat. A mind only slightly made of instinct now, and much more capable of complex thought. She looked over, bright white and light grey fur, four legs, tail tapping the floor by his side. She felt shy, looking away, but unable to stop herself, she looked back. With a huge chest that was thrust out through his front legs, he sits fully upright, fluffy ears perfectly symmetrical on the top of his head. Mouth slightly open and a deliciously clean tongue, moist with his breath, sat off to one side in his mouth. Striking, bright blue eyes looking straight at her. Her shyness made her once again look away, but he was so damn hot! She looked back, making sure to look at the entire length of his body before looking away again.

Something between his legs, what was it? Nala wanted to know, she’d never noticed that on herself, a slightly dark patch right at the bottom of his belly. This was new to her, she could tell this was a male but she had never known this beyond simple instinct, were males different physically? Her eyes looked away casually once more, glancing quickly around the room, this time though her head didn’t move, it was obvious where her attention was. Nala noticed a red dot right in the middle of this extra dark patch he had on his belly. Dot? No, circle, wait is that getting bigger? The shyness she had felt before had completely left her being, her eyes now locked onto this large male right at the bottom of his belly. The slight tingle she had experienced several times now, once again began to reveal itself between her legs. Clearly males are different, she needed to see this. It looks wet, what is that? “Oh Dipstick, you’ve pee’d again.” Ander’s voice butted in, she looked at her master, breaking her gaze and dropping her ears in shame. Anders pulled out another napkin and wiped up her little dribble from beneath her on the floor. “Mr. Eriksson.” An unfamiliar voice jumped in from the far corner of the room. Ander’s finished wiping up after her and led her to the next room. The familiar table stood in the centre. Without prompting Dipstick jumped up and waited. This place was normally a place of pain, but over time she had come to learn Ander’s wasn’t here to hurt her. The painful occasions were simply necessary and not anything Ander’s wanted to inflict. Waiting patiently, she prepared herself for another potential sharp pain, followed by lots of apologising by Anders, and probably, ice cream!

“So; what’s the problem?” Asked the vet. Anders looked concerned and answered: “Well, she seems to struggle to hold her pee sometimes. She’s house trained and extremely good at it, but every so often she just seems to lose control a little and sometimes leaks. She even had a bit of a problem in the waiting room.” Ander’s finished and waited for the vet’s assessment. “Only sometimes? How often are we talking, a few times a day, once a week? She has no problems holding it the majority of the time?” The vet asked while walking around behind the canine. “Yeah, only once a week or so I’d say, she’s very well behaved, and even learned to um.” He paused. “She’s extremely well house trained.” Nala’s cognition kicked in, he just repeated himself, for no real reason and she began to wonder why he didn’t say she was quite able to use the toilet on her own. “I just feel bad for her, she struggles sometimes, she seems so ashamed when it happens too.” Anders answered the vet, looking to her as she stood behind Dipstick. The vet, studying Dipstick’s back end, “Hmmm.” A gloved hand very gently squeezed Dipstick’s currently swollen vulva. Dipstick’s back legs buckled, the tingle immediately transformed into something else, something WAY better! From this new sensation a little droplet of fluid fell from her cookie, splashing onto the surface of the table. The vet let go carefully. “She had a problem in the waiting room?” The vet asked, her hand now resting on the table. “Yeah, just now.” Anders replied.

The vet walked from behind Dipstick, pulling off the gloves and throwing them in the trash. She headed to the door; opening it and surveying the waiting room. Dipstick let out a few heavy breaths, quickly regaining control of her breathing as she noticed Anders look at her with confusion. A few moments passed and the vet walked back to the table standing on the opposite side to Anders; facing him. Dipstick stood between them, ears pressed against her head and head bowed in embarrassment. The vet gave her diagnosis. “Well, I have some good news for you; it doesn’t seem like she has a bladder problem.” Anders looked concerned “Then what is it? Why is she struggling to hold her pee?” The vet started to smile slightly. “It’s not pee, she’s, errr, just getting…excited.” Ander’s totally innocently: “What do you mean excited? Like over-stimulated? What could it be if it’s not pee?” The vet looked at him, quietly gave a suppressed laugh, then took on a serious face. She elaborated. “Excited as in aroused, I assume that male huskie was in the waiting room when you arrived? She probably saw him and picked up his scent. And, you brought her in when her first heat was taking so long, so she’s sexually mature. She’s in season now. This would be her what, second, third?” The vet paused for a moment “It’s a little unusual for a bitch to produce this much fluid, it is after all the male that provides the lubrication during sex in the canine species. But it’s not unheard of, girl meets boy kind of thing, she’s perfectly fine.”

Ander’s stood there like a dummy, jaw slightly open in shock. A solid 60 seconds of silence filled the room whilehe collected his thoughts and formulated a reply. “Well, is there anything I can do? She’s always so upset when she, um, leaks.” The vet answered him, “well the simple answer is don’t put her in a situation where she’s going to get sexually aroused. Just beware this might happen, especially when she’s in heat. She just seems to create a lot more feminine lubrication than is normal for a female canine is all. If you wanted you could have her neutered…” Anders butted in forcefully “No, no thank you, I don’t really believe in doing that unless it’s completely necessary.” The interruption caused the vets eyebrows to raise. The vet paused, she regained her composure and continued “That’s ok, we don’t have to do that, well then, there’s nothing wrong with her, she’s just a lot more girly than you expected I guess!” The vets sentence finished with an upward inflection and a genuine smile. Dipstick, turned to face Ander’s, with a rudimentary understanding of what had just been discussed. Her ears raised in appreciation, she stepped toward him, leaning over the edge of the table for a quick lick. He leaned in, ruffling her neck. Referring to her ‘accidents’ Anders comforted her: “It’s ok babe, I understand.” He tipped his head toward her; allowing the friendly licks to his cheek. The vet watched for a moment. Her genuine smile continued and she commented “Looks like she’s in good hands no matter what she might bring up.” Ander’s replied: “I’ll do my best.” The visit ended with a second, little splash of fluid hitting the vet’s table. This time though, no one noticed.

Heat made Nala extra horny, that much was obvious. Like she didn’t have enough things to deal with. But if you don’t know what being horny is, you have no idea how to fix it. The tingling in her sex was only getting stronger, but when she looked at Anders she felt an all-encompassing warmth too. It didn’t take long for her to realise the two feelings combined just felt…right. Watching Tv in the evenings she would show off that swollen cookie as Anders sat or lay on the sofa. Nala had learned it was her backside that drew the most attention from the males of her own species. Perhaps she could get some of that same attention using those same body parts with him? Anders never shunned her, but he would always avoid anything that might even slightly alleviate her new found physical desire. This only made her want her cookie touched even more. Nala waved her skinny butt for him, tail folded forward, delicate pink and cream mottled flesh completely exposed. For males of her own species, they would be ecstatic, and even violent just to get even an inch closer. When she would stand in front of Anders though, rear end totally on show he wouldn’t touch her, not how she wanted anyway. He would just embrace her in other ways, careful not to touch her on any of the deliberately exposed flesh on either her belly or her backside. The lack of the attention she needed just made her more excited, more bold, and more determined in getting what she needed. The extra little leaks didn’t seem a problem any more, he just used to kind of laugh and wipe her down. In a way this was worse, he would touch her in all the right places for a second then ignore them completely. The electricity, the fire, the connection she felt with him as she lay on top of him, either in bed or on the sofa. All these new emotions drove her wild. For days she would present to him, and every time the tingle went unsatisfied. It was a total oxymoron. All she ever got was his warm embrace, but at the same time the sexual desire went totally ignored. And like that, as soon as the tingle was there, it was gone.

Months passed, she learned, he noticed. Nala continued to use a normal toilet and Anders noticed she would never need to go when he took her out. She would begin to fill the bath if she was particularly dirty. She loved the warmth of the water, and she noticed when she didn’t need a bath, Anders was completely ok with her natural scent. Nala noticed he sniffed her neck from time to time. He would rub her back with his hands then sniff his fingers. Her mind had developed enough to understand the differences between their species. Nala knew he couldn’t smell like she could. But still, he made efforts to sample her scent. Nala wasn’t sure what this meant. Anders had begun to notice her, maybe? The thought filled her with excitement, but at the same time, she was worried how he perceived her. By now she was exhibiting some rather unusual behaviour. Not because it wasn’t trained but because it appeared to be beyond what was a normal level of understanding for a mere canine. She didn’t need to be told not to chase that young boy with the ball because he looked too small. She didn’t need to be on a lead for the split cycle path to keep her on the pedestrian side. Anders was amazed at her increased level of awareness. Shocked even, this didn’t seem normal, she was able to predict situations rather than simply learning what earned her a treat or a telling off. The thing that gave her away? Yes, or no. Nala couldn’t talk, obviously, but she could nod or shake her head. Anders had begun to notice as he talked to himself around the house that Nala would seemingly nod or shake her head when she agreed or disagreed. She had reached a human level of understanding at this point, and it was very suspicious how she seemed to fully understand when he was thinking out loud.

Her mind had developed beyond all realistic expectations. Her body once again reached the peak of it’s cycle. All that logic and reason she had been developing didn’t exactly disappear, but once more, that tingle. That fucking tingle was back. Before it would take over, but because the world was a simple place with simple settings it didn’t really cloud much these days. With all this new nuance, all these new layers, all these new emotions, that tingle really meant something. It was interrupting the entirety of existence. All thoughts, all feelings, all of reality had this tingle over-laid. Again, she was looking for attention, but now it felt odd to look at other males. When she did, that feeling came again, shame. Anders though. When she looked at him, no shame, no embarrassment, just warmth.

Chapter 2 – Levitici 18:23

Nala now seems to be able to interpret the world just as any other person would. The weather forecast from the night before shows cold rain? Nope, Nala lays in bed and buries her head beneath the pillows when Anders asks if she wants to go for a walk. Sometimes she’d feel guilty, Ander’s would be stood in the doorway, waterproofs on, leash in hand, a warm smile on his face hoping to take her out into the beauty of nature. She’d always take into account how disappointed he looked when she refused. Diving out of bed to greet him for the morning if he insisted, after all he was mostly doing this for her. She was now using the bathroom on her own, the toilet, the bath and the shower. After a rainy walk in the morning, she’d get the shower running while he took off his muddy boots and wet clothes. Treading carefully as she went up the stairs to avoid shaking the mucky water off her fur. Anders, realising she is far from a normal canine, has asked her multiple times if she wants better food. If there is anything more he can do for her. If she would be happier somewhere else. But Nala is content. She only knows that it feels great to eat but there is little difference in the taste of what she eats and what he eats. Is there anything more he can do for her, well yes, but Nala understands the context of the question and politely shakes her head, her needs are met, it is only her desires that still go unfulfilled. Nala is content with her life, she now fully appreciates that when he disappears for hours on end every day, it is for both their benefit. A necessary chore. She has no idea where he goes and why, but from the last few months of watching TV she has been able to piece together this must be his ‘job.’ Sometimes to occupy herself she imagines what he does, fanciful ideas only a year ago she would have been completely incapable of. Her existence is fully dependent on him and Nala realises that he agreed to sustain her long before she had any idea what that meant, or could even comprehend the gratitude she now feels. He modifies the house, little additions for her benefit. She has been in plenty of others now, but they all lack these tiny details that allow her to be so independent. There’s no question, he does all of it to meet her needs.

Just as things started to make sense for her, it hit her. The next heat. It wasn’t like last time, now that the extra layers of reality made sense, so did all these extra feelings; and the animal instincts that before were all she was capable of could now be processed through her cognitive lens. The sudden rush of hormones was powerful; but didn’t over-ride the complex mental faculties she had been developing. Instead, it gave them purpose, and a very strong direction. From the moist tip of her nose to the fluffy end of her tail, her body surged with oestrogen! The tingle was no longer a curse, but a gift. Nala knew this cycle wouldn’t last forever, she had to act soon, but she didn’t want to just jump on him. She was far too shy for that. A couple of days into her heat gave her the chance she was looking for, higher functions utterly compromised by the hormones she seized the opportunity.

Anders had been drinking. Not much; but she could tell he was having fun. Looking to reduce his inhibitions, they were different species after all, she grabbed him another beer from the fridge and brought it to him. Sounds easy, but simple tasks like this are far more difficult for a girl like her. Just to get into the fridge she had to jam her nose in between the door and the frame. dragging herself up to the correct shelf using her forelegs she prayed she didn’t lean on it too much, not wanting to flip the entire shelf out of the fridge. Once she was in position, Nala gently wrapped her maw around the neck of the beer bottle. Hopefully, without covering it with saliva, and hopefully, in a position when she pulled, it didn’t swing round and hit her in the face. The beer slipped from the box, Nala bit harder getting the neck of the bottle fully between her teeth. A little fighting with the fridge door and it was free, she felt a little moisture around her lower jaw, she must be dribbling a little around the bottle. The tingling between her hind legs kept her focussed, a little drool isn’t going to stop her now. Leaving the kitchen, she carried the beer in her maw to her master. She trotted into the sitting room toward Anders, he lay on the sofa watching TV. Up until now they had both been there watching the glowing light box. He looked at the beer and laughed. “I haven’t even finished this one yet.” Anders replied verbally to her corporeal suggestion. “And I can’t drink it if it’s not open babe.” She could tell in his slightly slurred speech he was being playful; and so she happily turned pretty dipstick tail back to the kitchen. Dropping the bottle on her way out, a light string of saliva stretched between the bottle neck and her maw, {I hope he didn’t see that} she thought. Nala looked back to see if he had noticed. For a second, she thought she saw Ander’s quickly snap his head from her direction, back to the TV. She couldn’t be sure.

The bottle opener doubled as a fridge magnet, convenient storage if you’re 6 foot tall and have opposable thumbs. Not so great if you’re a quadruped and only make 4 foot if you prick up your ears. More creative acrobatics were going to be necessary here. That’s fine, she could do it. Nala opened the utensils drawers using her pearly white canines. They stacked four high from the floor to the work top. Her jaw gently gripped the handles, pulling the lowest out fully and staggering the rest as she went up. Careful not to put her full weight on a single drawer she climbed onto the work top utilising her makeshift ladder. Her claws tapped lightly on the worktop as she walked around to the free-standing fridge. Next, she jumped her fore legs onto the side of the appliance to get the position she needed. The fridge shifted slightly and she heard the beer bottles re-arranging themselves within their box inside. Slowly, placing a long sharp canine through the loop of the bottle opener, she pulled her head away from the fridge to drag the magnet off the surface. Being now fully cognisant she might damage her teeth, she let go immediately, allowing the bottle opener to drop to the floor with a clatter. {No excuses now} She thought. Her fore legs pushed off the fridge; returning her to the counter top, again a light tapping of her claws as her paws met the solid surface. She turned around intending to return to the drawers and climb back down. Her eyes fell on something else though. Something that might help facilitate this situation just as much as his beer. Carefully working out a route, Nala’s claws clacked away on the worktop once more. Anders, still lying on the sofa heard a series of bangs, clatters and crashes as Nala collected her wares. The item had bashed off several work surfaces and into several drawers before being carried sideways by her lovely maw to the sitting room.

Nala’s treasure now lie on the floor in front of him, but once again, she turned tail and ran back to the kitchen. This time she returned with the original mission item, the bottle opener. She gleefully stepped toward the sofa and jumped up to him. Fore legs on the cushion next to him, hind legs still on the floor, her tail began to wag side to side as she dropped the opener on his chest. Anders semi sat up and gave a “thanks.” Nala eyed him enthusiastically, tail still wagging behind her. He popped the cap off the beer she had just brought him and placed it on the coffee table. Nala noticed another very tiny string of her saliva stretched from the bottle to his fingers, getting thinner as he returned to his sitting position. {Oh god please don’t notice!} Ander’s either didn’t notice or didn’t care; pointing at the noisy object she had brought with her. “Is that for me?” he asked quizzically. Nala shook her head. “Oh, then who?” Anders asked. She could tell this question was asked in a completely genuine way. After all, it’s not like this had happened before. Nala raised a front paw from the sofa, still perched up next to him, her tail wagging even more now. {Me.} “Y-You?” he stuttered “You really want some wine?” Nala faltered a little at the challenge, shyness creeping in. This is exactly why she wanted it, a little Dutch courage. Her paw dropped a little and her tail stopped wagging. Her head drooped slightly along with her ears. She dropped her paw back to the sofa forcefully. Her head picked up along with her ears, taking a deep breath she locked eyes with him. She gave a very definite, single, nod.

Partially shocked with alcohol and partially shocked by the request, Anders’ eyebrows raised high on his forehead, his hands dug into the sofa either side of him to bring himself to a more seated position. By now, he had learned that Nala really knew what was going on around her. A slight grin appeared and he confirmed for her, “sure, but you’ve got some catching up to do!” he pointed at the empties already on the coffee table in front of him. Nala’s tail took on new life, almost her entire body moving with it now. “Atta girl” he said getting up. “I’ll get you a bowl.” It was no longer important that she used a dog bowl, she understood that just jamming her nose into it would send the contents flying all over the place. She was entirely capable of being careful enough she didn’t need the added stability of a much wider base. Anders grabbed a cereal bowl and filled a jug with water, bringing both to the coffee table. “If it’s too strong I’ll put some water in there for you too. Just let me know.” Picking up the wine bottle he once again sat on the sofa and opened it for her. “Hmmmm” he stood up again and walked out of the sitting room.

A few moments later coming back with a floor mat. “I’m sure you’ll be fine for now, but I don’t want you spilling red wine on the carpet if you’re pissed later on.” He chuckled. Placing the bowl on the mat he started pouring the wine. Once the bottle had reached half empty, he put it next to his beer on the coffee table. He sat back down and started to watch her closely. She stepped forward, she eyed the bottle for a moment then put her snout into the bowl. The fruity aromas and hints of the outdoors were laced, yes laced, with an additional scent, one that had only ever been very faint for her. Alcohol. It wasn’t unpleasant, but not pleasant either. It was a little bit like some of the cleaning products he used, but she knew it wasn’t. She began to drink. Gently lapping the liquid with her tongue. “How is it?...Too strong?...Would you like some water in there?” Between each question she sped up, {No.} After about 30 seconds she raised her head up for air, taking a deep breath. Anders let out a laugh, “You’ve got it all around your mouth. I’m glad I got you that mat haha.” In response, a sopping canine tongue slowly slipped out and ran all around her face, soaking up the drink from her fur. She couldn’t even feel the effects yet but it was already working, her sultry action carried out while looking him right in the eyes. {That taste’s amazing!} The extra chemical, besides the fruity flavours and aromas made the drink just oh so more-ish. Not to mention she knew it was going to get her exactly what she wanted.

Nala lowered her head toward the bowl again, quickly Anders interrupted, leaning forward shooing her away. “Don’t go too fast, you’ll make yourself ill.” He looked inside the bowl, only a few drops were left. “Oh. Well I guess you might as well finish that.” He lent back again, “I’ll pour you some more in a little while, see how you feel after just downing half a bottle of wine for the first time ever.” He lie down on his back, shuffling to get comfy on the sofa, picking up his beer and returning his gaze to the TV. “Anything you want to watch?” Nala shook her head. She kept watching him for a moment, licking round her mouth once again, just to be sure she didn’t have any embarrassing droplets hanging around. Anders tapped the sofa next to him inviting her up with him. Nala carefully climbed onto the sofa, walking alongside him she half bent her legs and tipped herself sideways. Heavily dropping on top of him, he let out an “Ooof;” he was clearly expecting her to lie next to him. Nala most definitely had other ideas.

Lying down on her side on his chest, legs and head facing the TV she tucked in her legs and rotated her body, twisting her hips and shoulders to turn herself over. She was now belly up, on top of him, all four legs bent and above her. Nala dropped her head on the inside of the sofa, coming to rest on Anders shoulder. Clearly not displeased with her sudden desire to use him as a bed he offered some additional comfort: “Here babe.” Anders grabbed a cushion with his free hand and propped up her head, high enough she could see the TV over him. Anders’ free hand began to stroke the delicate underside of her neck a few times. Ruffling her fur with his tender touch. His hand occasionally drifting downwards giving her a gentle belly rub. Nala could feel each time his fingers stroked her bare flesh, almost like a tiny electric shock when skin touched skin. {Does he know how good that feels?} She wondered. Anders put his beer down and brought his free hand to her belly. The first now carefully fondling the fur on her neck and chest, the other, softly stroking her bare belly, stroking up and down across those tiny sensitive pieces of her naked body. Nala lie there, occasionally flicking her tail, just slowly soaking up the wine. Ander’s continued his affectionate massage of the underside of her soft body. On one of those loving belly rubs, his hand slipped down a little too far. The tip of her cookie lit up as it felt his warm fingers. {God that’s heavenly.} She thought. An electric feeling, not unlike that she was already experiencing in her nipples, had suddenly embraced her cookie. This one piece of naked, feminine, canine flesh was significantly more sensitive though. His hand withdrew immediately, almost like he’d touched a hot stove. Nala’s tail definitely gave her away, a couple of high energy swishes moved her entire body as she realised what the cure for the tingle was. The alcohol from the wine was now soaking into her blood and slowly melting away her inhibitions. And there is nowhere she’d rather be.

The TV episode Ander’s was on finished after about 20 minutes, by now Nala’s head was resting on the cushion, eyes closed, fully enjoying the steady massage his hands were providing. That and the very occasional bump to her rather large and extremely sensitive pussy. If this was deliberate, he wasn’t letting on, reeling every time he did it. The TV show marched on in the background, Anders was on his next beer and Nala was ready for more wine. “Sleepy?” He asked, noticing her eyes were completely closed. {Absolutely fucking not.} The tiny but delicious sensations to her body he had been delivering for nearly half an hour now had her more awake than she’d ever been in her life! Her head shot off the cushion, eyes fully open. She flipped herself over and jumped down to the floor stumbling slightly. This being the first time she’d drunk; she didn’t know keeping still then moving suddenly revealed how much was in your blood. She suddenly felt excited, head slightly swimming, sex pulsing away behind her, she knew she could do this. Anders sat up and grabbed the wine bottle, he pointed the stem to her bowl. Nala’s tail started up again and she nodded. He didn’t need to ask, he poured the remainder for her and headed out the room. A few minutes later he came back, the bowl once again empty, but no Nala. He lie back down and hit play again on the TV.

Meanwhile his girl was upstairs, her courage was well and truly amplified at this point. First off though, she needed a pee, the wine had seemingly gone straight through her. She felt incredible, confidence filled her. At this point though she wasn’t sure if it was the wine, her hormones or the unintentionally arousing massage she’d just been enjoying. Drunk or no Nala understood practical problems and knew she leaked a little when she was in heat. She didn’t want him to turn her down. She grabbed an old hand towel from the laundry basket and lie it on the floor. First off taking a pee in the toilet, squatting, facing the cistern as she always did. A little rinse from the bidet she turned back to the towel. Carefully placing herself over it she dragged her swollen cookie across it to make sure she was clean. Looking back and checking that no red marks had appeared on the towel. It went back in the laundry basket. The now slightly staggering Nala trotted back downstairs and poked open the sitting room door. She stood there for a moment looking at her prize. Her tail wagging, slowly now, matching her sultry mood. That same electricity she felt before started to run through her cookie.

Nala moved across the room, slow steps, she wasn’t in a hurry so only one leg moving at once. Carefully avoiding the red wine-stained bowl and very deliberately placing the first of her front paws on the sofa. Then the second, lifting her upper body she leaned into Anders, sniffing in the direction of his face from a distance. “Feeling ok babe? That’s a lot of wine for a beginner.” His concern for her only made the electric feeling stronger. She wasn’t sure why but her instincts were telling her conscious mind she was now in ‘pursuing prey’ mode. Each motion was slow, delicate but forceful. The canine predator lined up all those predatory senses on her head with her target. Eyes looking into his. Hers now refused to blink. The first front paw moved to the far side of him, just above his shoulder. A rear paw stepped up onto the sofa, lifting her backside; and her other rear paw to the edge of the sofa. The first rear paw finding it’s way to the other side of his hips. Her second front paw now positioned itself above his other shoulder. and both rear paws made it on to the sofa. She was stood above him, looking down. Front paws either side of his neck, rear paws either side of his hips. She slid her front paws forward and leaned into it, keeping her hind legs straight. Ass and tail now high in the air behind her. Straddling him, her face came to rest on his chest. The stare off continued and she slowly lowered her butt. The tiny point of her cookie met cloth, but she knew what was underneath it and let out the tiniest whimper. “Everything ok?” he asked. She didn’t move, just lay there, as close to him as she could be, looking at him, with her now; very wet cookie, sat right on top of the thing she wanted most on this earth.

A few moments pass and Anders gives her a reassuring rub to her back, both hands stroking the entire length of her body, coming to rest on her shoulders. He then does something he had never done before. Leaning forward he gives her nose a quick lick. “love you hun.” Nala’s eyes close and open again slowly in appreciation, still looking directly at him, head unmoving. Anders however has now returned his attention to the TV; trying to alleviate the obvious tension building up. {Why is he playing so hard to get? Can he just not tell I want this?} She thinks to herself. What does she need to do to make this happen? Nala now begins to move. It might seem unconscious; in the exact same way those gentle bumps to her cookie from the belly rubs earlier were accidental. She prayed she wasn’t mis-reading that. Nala is now gently swaying her tail left to right, by this point all her weight is off her hind paws, her hips pressing hard into his. Her hind quarters moving in tandem with her tail, following the extra leverage it is giving with each sway. Each swing is pushing her soft; but poofy sex, and the bulge, in Anders trousers past each other. A tiny droplet of clear liquid starts to form on her cookie, and each swing seems to be making the bulge bigger, harder.

It’s not long at all, maybe only thirty seconds before Nala seems to notice the bulge is moving on it’s own. In between her tail swings, it seems to pulse, pressing hard into her sex, then slightly shrinking once more. Real or not, these pulses are making her cookie hot, really hot! She tries to move faster because she doesn’t know what this feeling is, but my god does she like it! Her cookie is now starting to make a very light dribble of clean, lusty liquid. Enough it is starting to soak through his sweat pants. Anders turned his head to face her for a moment, hands still twiddling the fur on her shoulders he slightly screwed up his face in seeming confusion. Nala can tell the wetness he is eliciting from so deep within her has definitely soaked through to him. Anders turned his attention back to the TV. He gave her body a few more full-length strokes, carefully patting the fur covering her entire back. This time his hands came to rest on her hips, just above her tail. {Subtle} She thinks to herself. His hands lay still but are definitely pulling her hips down towards him, is it just the weight of his arms or is he actually helping her? Anders eyes are still on the TV. “Hmmm, she’s pretty hot.” He murmurs.

Instinct, hormones, alcohol, and that so far never before scratched itch took over. {Fuck that bitch you’re mine!} Where the hell did that come from? It didn’t matter, she had already stood up, paws and claws pattered all over him as she turned around. Another “ooof” from him as a few of the steps land on his chest. Fore legs now either side of his hips and hind paws above his shoulders, exactly 180 degrees from where she had been a moment ago. This was it, now or never, she slid her fore legs forward again, bringing her head down, keeping those hind legs straight. The same motion, but oh such a different position. Ass high and tail straight up, her delicate and rather wet sex hovering above his face. A moment of self-consciousness of what he could see flitted in, then out, of her mind. Her snout dove straight into the top of his sweat pants. Mouth half open already; not sure what to expect but ready to put it where her instincts were taking it. She quickly got stuck. {Fuck! The belt’s tight! Oh god, what am I doing, I look so stupid right now.} She felt a hand patting the cloth. Patting, gently. Not slapping, not pulling at her collar. He hadn’t thrown her to the floor, he quite easily could, Ander’s was much stronger than she was. She held still; her hot breath beginning to fill the small space she had just forced her head into.

The gentle hand found what it was patting for, his waist cord instantly slacked off. She didn’t need asking, her head went deeper, quickly finding the source of the scent her nose was now utterly drenched in. Already hard as a rock and now perfectly still, there’s no way she imagined the pulsing. His red hot cock filled her nose with his musk. She took a deep frantic breath through her nose to enjoy. As she did; it felt like her sex was going to catch fire! She needed more, and slid her head toward the source. The huge male appendage lined up next to her mouth, her nose landing somewhere near the hilt. Another deep breath in, she’d never experienced a scent that made her feel like this. So strong, so close. Awkwardly she opened her maw further, forcing the cloth prison out of the way. Her head moved sideways and an exploratory tongue carefully directed his cock right to where she wanted it.

His cock was…hot, physically, it felt far warmer than the inside of her mouth, warming her from the inside out, despite how humid it had quickly become where she was right now. She made sure her tongue masked her canines and carefully closed her maw around the rock-hard piece of Anders she now had in her mouth. She couldn’t help but think it fit beautifully between those four canines in the front of her maw. The tip felt extra warm, and it had started to pulse once more, removing any doubt she had earlier his body was responding to hers. Another instinct overcame her, no conscious thought, this was just what felt right. She slid forward, more of his cock slipping past those canines and deeper into her mouth. It wasn’t enough just yet though. With a little more force, she felt the lovingly warm tip of his cock tickle her throat. Anders had been very still, Nala noticed he hadn’t made any attempt to stop her or push her off. She didn’t know where this might lead but she definitely knew what she was doing right now was exactly what she wanted.

“What the fuck!” Anders voice was muffled by the clothing. Nala was now doing the careful balancing act of keeping as much of his cock in her mouth as she could, avoiding catching any of him with her teeth and rubbing his shaft with her tongue in the places that made it twitch and swell the most. He didn’t sound mad, far from it. So, she carried on. “Holy shit!” More expletives from him, more twitching, more pulsing. {Mhmmm, something else new.} A hint of a new flavour touched her tongue, just as she flicked it past the head of his cock. A little salty, but definitely him. {Did I do that?} She thought. It had his scent but it was in liquid form, and much denser than a mere scent. Nala wondered, could she drink his scent? A mixture of this realisation and the concentrated fragrance sent another pulse of burning through her cookie. Not sure how the scented liquid had happened, she began moving around, half frantically, half methodically. Repeating everything she had just done. Whatever she’d done to make that happen she needed to do it again. The same instinct as before compelled her to slide forward, forcing him deep into her maw. It was more than just a tickle this time. The head of his cock slipped fully into her throat. Fully engulfed in the slick, tender flesh, she felt his cock pulse, and a fresh sample of that highly concentrated desire trickled directly onto the base of her tongue. Unable to help herself she pressed even harder, a light gag made her back off. The gentle caressing of his cock with her extremely delicate throat causing another little pulse from Anders, and another small amount of liquid love to touch her tongue. Her cookie was still high in the air, untouched, hovering over his face, getting wetter by the second. It was unbearable, it needed to touch something, anything, if only to distract her from the sensation for a few seconds.

Not knowing how he really felt about the situation, not wanting to push too much onto him all at once she had an idea. After all, he still hadn’t touched her; not really. Nala scrambled just her hind legs this time, paws and claws across his chest, making his core tense a little, accidentally dipping into her throat again. A moment to enjoy the feeling and she continued; she got her hind legs together on the inside of him on the sofa. Using one of them, she started to claw the cushion from earlier into position beneath her sex. With any luck she could get it beneath her hind legs and use it to alleviate the pressure building up there. Just a little rub... The cushion and her sex were in place, she began bending her hind legs bringing her cookie toward the cushion. Instead of relief, more disruption. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Nala’s hind legs shot up again, shaking immensely from his now seemingly angry tone. She absolutely felt a little droplet leave her cookie and fall god knows where. Anders now turned his upper body to her hind legs and grasped a hand around each of her ankles. {Oh no} she thought, {I’ve gone too far, he’s going to put a stop to this.} She paused, mouth full of rock-hard cock. Her tongue now just resting beneath his shaft in the base of her maw, a little nervous she was now in trouble. If he really was done with this then she was going to keep the source of his delicious scent in her maw as long as possible, after all, this might be the last chance she ever gets to actually taste it.

His strong arms easily lifted her hind legs, the shaking getting more pronounced the higher she got. Trying to keep balance with her weight going through her ankles rather than her paws. She reflexively tried kicking a couple of times as her legs moved together over his chest, his grip didn’t falter, her legs were going somewhere and all she could do is wait. What happened next took Nala completely by surprise. Anders carefully spread those hind quarters, but not to where they were before. Wider, so wide she could feel her pussy getting lower and lower as her hind legs were spread further and further apart. Nala wasn’t sure what was happening but she knew this was good. Her legs were being pulled so far apart the lips of her vulva were now peeling apart. The light stickiness of her self-lubrication unable to keep them together any longer. Self-consciousness jumped in for a moment again as she heard the tiny squelch of her sexual desire. Not to mention this would have all been very visible to Ander’s. He’d be able to see everything, how wet she was, how swollen, how ready.

If she was able to blush, this would be one of the times she would have. Anders let go of her legs, they were now as wide as they could be with the limited width of the sofa. Her tail still straight up, not having moved in several minutes it had been exposing the best pieces of pretty delicate canine flesh the whole time. Inches from his face. His sweat pants brushed back over her head, he awkwardly slipped them down; being careful not the dislodge her head. {Ah, room to breath.} She took in a deep breath of the much cooler air from the room. Guessing she was fine to continue Nala started another steady thrust forward, just hoping for more of that concentrated scent. “AH AH!” Ander’s command stopped her. She knew exactly what that sound meant. Whatever she was doing, she should stop, right now. She froze, just as the command implied. Ander’s moved a little down, getting his head off the armrest of the sofa so he could properly lie flat. His body moved slightly down and Nala lost an inch or two of his member from her maw. Still, she didn’t move. Anders gave her a couple of gentle taps on her back just at the base of her tail. Nala slipped her body forward again, red hot cock sliding into her throat, anticipating the slight gag she was now dying to give herself. “AH AH!” She froze again, this time his tip was just far enough into her throat to really fucking tease her, {What am I doing wrong?!}

“You first babe.” Anders again tapped the base of her tail. {Is he serious?} Before she’d finished the thought he tapped again. Not sure if she understood she moved extremely slowly. Dropping her haunches, and her very wet, very swollen cookie, toward his face. Nala felt hot breath on her bare skin, deeper than that, her legs so wide she could feel the exposed flesh ever so slightly inside of her. His breathing got heavier as she got closer. His obvious excitement building her confidence she was getting this right. She could feel how close she was from the warmth of his lips. She stopped just millimetres from them. After all, what’s a little teasing amongst lovers? A few moments passed where Nala realised it was Ander’s turn to enjoy her scent. She never felt so good. For a few moments she basked in the thought while she felt his breathing get heavier and heavier on her sex. Nala’s turn to move again, her hind legs bending more to slip the tip of her cookie past his waiting lips. She didn’t know what he did next, but it was everything she hoped for. Whatever it was, it was the answer to the tingle, a thousand nerve endings went off like fireworks all at once. Her back legs instantly gave up, the full weight of her hind quarters landed on his face. Nala scrambled her back legs to lift herself up, she didn’t want to hurt him. Anders was too quick for her though. His arms reached up, grabbing her backside and hugging it tight. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he’d finished lighting every single one of those fireworks.

Chapter 3 – The Preparation (The House)

There was a small patch of dried blood right in the middle of her side of the bed. {Damn, why did I have to make a mess today?} This could only mean one thing. She was in heat, maybe not right now but she was going to be very soon. The initial annoyance gave way to glee, {In heat? Today?} this evening was going to be more exciting than she had ever imagined. She couldn’t help herself; a little bark headed toward the now dirty bedclothes.

Tonight, had been at least a month of careful planning, some disappointments and levels of giddy zoomies she had never before thought possible. All that planning needed to be put together though. She set to work, the first order of business now being to clean the damn sheets. {Nevermind, only a few days early.} The sheets were washed at least once a week, having a dog sleep on, or in, the bed every night necessitated a frequent wash. Not because Nala was inherently dirty but she did moult quite profusely. Come to think of it, so did Ander’s! Her intelligence meant nought for her physiognomy. She moulted just the same as any other canine. It did however mean she was capable of doing the laundry herself now. Nothing in the world of ‘man’ was easy for Nala, but some things she felt guilty enough about she would happily struggle through. Especially for Anders.

Stripping the sheets was fairly simple, just remember don’t pull on the bottom middle of it when you only have four razor sharp canines to grip it with, and the sheet is fully tucked into the mattress. She sure showed the first sheet she tried to remove a lesson! Since then though, untucking the corners first seemed to work just fine. The two layers of protection for the mattress were quickly removed and piled up along with the blankets at the bedroom door. Yes, two layers, it may have been well over two years since these two had truly discovered each other. But, they had never grown tired of wanting to be as close to each other as any male and female could possibly be. Most nights there would be a cold damp patch to avoid. Perfectly fine arrangement, she loved hugging up to him afterward. Nala looked at the bare mattress and giddily thought to herself it must be good quality, considering how much of a pounding it had taken.

Synthetic pillows meant they too could all be bundled into the same wash. There was not a snowballs chance in hell Nala would be able to take off a pillow case. Not the comfiest pillows but they certainly made cleaning them easier for her. Nala’s job was to put in the laundry, a combi washer/dryer meant she could also pull it out dry and move it upstairs. Folding of course was impossible, but if she needed something clean and dry, she could at least get that far. Anders, would only have the final step of folding and putting away. The stairs provided their usual resistance as the slightly soiled bedding was pulled toward the utility room. All of this had to be done backwards, planting her paws then pulling with her maw. The natural result being her hind quarters rise into the air as her forelegs stretched out to allow her to pull back the bedding. Oh, how embarrassing if someone were watching.

The laundry safely loaded in the machine, Nala hit the button on the detergent dispenser. She very nearly sat down in front of the machine. Nearly. Remembering why she was even here to begin with, the blood, stopped her just in time. Well, she better not sit down just in case she has already slightly leaked, she might make a mess of the floor. She stood upright again, on all four of her slender legs, watching the dispenser. Detergent dropped into the top of the laundry machine, and the cycle started. Hearing the water pump begin, Nala left the room knowing this particular problem was as good as fixed. Next up was to try and make the bed. Now this was much more difficult and definitely took a lot more time. Anders had long since learned how to fold the sheets to make it easy for Nala to lay them. At least, when she didn’t lay it on the bed the wrong way up to begin with…

Much frustration later, two new layers of protection were on the mattress with fresh pillows and a neatly folded blanket. Nothing tucked in but that didn’t matter, the mattress was safe. -ish. Nala jumped up, walking a few circles on the freshly made bed wondering how she might look on it later. The thoughts of sexy Nala quickly evaporated as once again the worry of leaking rudely butted in. Nala gingerly stepped down from the bed and turned around resting her head once more on the edge. Her muzzle tilted left and right as her eyes surveyed the surface for any signs she had sullied it so soon. The sheets lay pure white, and the blanket, clean, patterned with flowers (Nala’s choice of course). A naughty thought entered her head as she looked on and imagined the night ahead. {I hope they’re not clean tomorrow.}

Nala had been busy that morning, a large cardboard box lay before her, and to the untrained eye it would have looked like any other canine had been having a great time destroying it. But not this canine, and not this box. This box contained some very delicate items that a very clever canine had ordered. A few weeks ago this box had been hidden, but not after everything in it had been checked carefully. Not everything fit, of course it didn’t. A bitch’s fore and hind quarters, beautiful, skinny, digitigrade legs and tail, are absolutely not catered for when looking for sexy lingerie. That didn’t stop her, she was determined to do this for him. It just meant she needed to do some trial and error. Lingerie was especially difficult, finding anything that was even likely to fit, reduced catalogues of hundreds, to half a dozen. Returns wouldn’t be possible, but that’s ok, {Anders will understand} she thought. {And I hope when he see’s me in what does fit he really won’t care.} She pulled the remainder of the items out of the box working out the best way to deploy them. Fake petals, tea lights, poppers, lube, toys. Lots and lots of toys. The contents continued, all of it would need to be set up before Anders got home.

Today being the final time they would be unboxed made things easier though. It was their anniversary. Nala called it that anyway, one year since that fateful night. Nala, a fully mature bitch now, and Anders, a middle-aged man. Caring, protective, provider. Lover. {But he’s human? Does that matter? Is this OK?} she thought, doubts occasionally and impolitely intruded into her head. The maternal instinct to mother pups colliding with her love and lust for Anders. She knew she loved him, but being also being able to understand reproductive biology, she knew he could never father her children. Bitter sweet. Nala’s cookie had now started to physically swell. The familiar sensation had begun to cloud her thoughts with her feral desires to mate. She shook herself as if trying to dry herself off, but this was to try and shake the sensation behind her. It didn’t work, the currently slightly dull, but ever-present feeling was only going to get stronger. Thoughts of how Anders would react to the box’s contents were now making her excited. Lingerie and decoration aside, a large selection of toys also lay before her. She began to imagine how he was going to use them on her. A small droplet of perfectly clear fluid formed on the tip of her cookie. The naughty thoughts in her head causing the still involuntary action of her tail wagging. The clear fluid left her sex and the single droplet landed on the floor.

The droplet landed on the carpet in the bedroom making Nala’s ears to prick up, she knew exactly what the sound was. Instead of whipping around to look, she slowly dropped her head between her fore legs to see what had happened. {Phew, not blood.} OK she can move, but maybe she needs to keep the dirty thoughts in check or she’s going to be making a lot of these little wet patches. And Anders is going to be scared as fuck if he returns home to her immediately jumping on him in full wolfess mode. This wasn’t going to be easy, maybe it would be better to try and keep unsolicited liquids off the carpets while she prepped the house. Justifying her solution to herself she knew Anders wouldn’t mind, she was certain of that. A pair of his boxers it is. The drawers in the bedroom had large horizonal bars for each drawer, and very nicely designed rails. Little effort was necessary to pull them open making it easy for a canine maw to use them. The centre of each covered in leather to avoid any nasty scraping of her teeth on the bare metal.

None of this was an accident. Anders, realising Nala wasn’t just a normal dog, began to make changes to the house. Small modifications at first, but over time, the entire building was now designed to cater to the limitations of a very intelligent, but anatomically limited quadruped. Limited might not be the right phrase, she was most certainly a she, and he most certainly a he, with all the wonderful possibilities that made possible. Differently abled was more accurate. As a result, the ergonomic design of modern living had been modified to allow for someone without opposable thumbs. Physionomics he called it once. Large and soft material handles for all doors, with very light springs to prevent unpleasant surprises when using them with her teeth. Motion detection for toilets removed the need for Nala to embarrass herself by peeing in the garden. The laundry machine, more complicated, but it could now run a cycle from a single button push, dropping the detergent into an extra hole above the detergent tray from a laundromat dispenser. The television, connected to Nala’s iPad and an extra-large remote, could be controlled with her nose. Anders had done all this for her, no one else, only for her. After that fateful night, he had committed to her fully. Other women, human women, had been shunned. Only a few days after burying her head in his loins had she overheard a phone call. In which he was obviously letting a girl down for a date. Nala could only hear his side; but when he answered what was almost certainly the question of “why?” His response was that “He’d been thinking, and that he just didn’t feel like he needed anyone else in his life right now.” Was he really that committed? She was obviously reading between the lines here, but he had said “anyone else.” Nala couldn’t be sure, but did he mean her?

Dragging a pair of Ander’s boxers from the bedroom drawers, Nala eyed them up working out how her pretty butt was ever going to get them on. Dragging them on the carpet with her teeth, she lay them out with the waistband upward and placed a rear paw in each leg. She dropped her butt to sit on them, looking between her fore legs she dropped her cookie to land in the seat of the underwear, being sure she didn’t touch the carpet. She then tilted fully backward, landing on her back, limbs up in the air, the boxers slid down to her hips. She shook her tail to wiggle her hips, bringing the boxers closer to her ass. {Fucking tail!} The boxers stopped, only half on, not far enough to stay on by themselves. Not very practical for walking around. They were simply going to drop off after a few paces when she stood up. The problem didn’t phase her, kicking the boxers back to her ankles above her, she lined her tail up to the right leg hole, this time releasing the boxers to slip over her legs, and now tail, to her butt. {Wow, I bet this looks attractive} She thought standing up, lifting her tail to pull the boxers up over her hips. The boxers now completely lop sided with her tail and hind leg sticking out the bottom of one side and her other leg the other side. {Nevermind} she thought, she can dream of being dirty all day and won’t make any mess on the carpet.

The petals seemed to be an easy starting point. Holding the bag down with a front paw she tore it open with her teeth. Carrying it on it’s side, she lay the path, kitchen door to the dining room and then dining room to the bedroom. Shaking the bag at regular intervals to form small piles, not a great look so far, but deliberate. She began blowing the piles into small confetti clouds that settled along the path. Each puff she was reaching forward with her fore legs, raising that skinny butt into the air, a slight flourish of her tail as it reached all the way up. The first time it had been involuntary, just her body doing what came naturally. The boxers had ridden up between her legs the first time, rubbing the soft lips of her sex. The movement then became much more slow and exaggerated. Leaning far forward with her front legs, clawing a few paces then curling her hips to arch her back downwards as far as possible. A tail lift adding another inch of usable material to the gentle stroking happening between those hind legs. The deep breath and following exhale added a tiny back and forth motion to the seam stroking the tip of her cookie. It was never going to be enough to satisfy her, but there’s nothing wrong with a little self indulgence right.

On the way back to the bedroom, she surveyed the work, concluding the path was sufficiently covered to get through his thick male skull where she wanted him to go. It was approaching lunch time and Nala was beginning to feel a little hungry. Tupperware boxes containing her meals were all stored in the fridge. The door was the usual minor battle, but once it was swung open it stayed out of the way. Half jumping, she reached up with her fore legs, front paws touching the cold surface of the bottom shelf in the fridge. Lifting her tail a little to stop the boxers she had on from sliding down. Taste not being a particularly strong sense for her, she wasn’t fussy what she had. Tugging on the first box in front of her by the rim it came free, in one movement pushing off from the fridge she swung the Tupperware down and in front of her, laying it on the floor.

After snoot booping the fridge door shut she went back to the Tupperware. Nala’s nose pushed the side of the box until it slid across the floor to a cupboard, a little pressure later and the lid popped off, revealing the meal inside. Mhmm, the smell of kidney pie instantly greeted her nose. Ander’s cooked everything for her fresh, even though Nala didn’t really care, she couldn’t taste much after all. In the fridge to make it last longer of course. He insisted on her eating fresh ingredients where possible. Not too fresh though, raw meat was completely palatable for her but he always said to her “Why risk it? Just because you can do something doesn’t necessarily mean you should.” Delicately eating the meal, fleeting thoughts crossed her mind, worry about the relationship, what exactly was it that he found so attractive about her? Conversation wasn’t the basis for this relationship, that much was obvious. Perhaps it was simply a relationship of convenience. If that were true, why did he put so much time and effort into helping her be independent, to look after her best interests even if sometimes she had other ideas. Maybe he just liked having someone be dependent on him and enjoyed the responsibility of being her provider. Avoiding tempting fate by directly asking, she had decided on a more simple solution. Keeping her current appearance. Just in case it was solely based on her appearance. Several assumptions built on top of each other. In this particular moment she concluded it was all academic, so why worry? Worry when something changes. Provided she kept her current appearance, if nothing else it wouldn’t reduce how much he found her physically attractive. The thought immediately blew the previous conclusion out of the water. She didn’t know for sure that was even something he liked about her. For now, there’s nothing she can do about any of this, with the swelling excitement between her legs, those basic instincts made much of this irrelevant.

Maintaining her appearance was relatively easy, she obviously loved the outdoors, running free through fields and forests alike. She was, naturally, built for it. In this she was blessed, she’d never have a fat ass, her legs will always be slender, body flexible and toned. Was this good enough? She was still a canine, would Anders get bored, was it just a fetish, doubts once again flashed around her head. She headed up to the bedroom, tilting the free standing mirror to face slightly downward, looking herself all over. {Mutt.} She thought, looking over her glorious marble effect fur, a base colour of deep black with coloured veins of bronze cover her body. She stood face on to the mirror; tilting her hips to the left, then the right, looking over her lean four-legged body.

Notwithstanding the funky boxers, she thought she looked good. Glossy fur, only a few days since her last grooming (no accident). Her tail extremely fluffy, Anders seemed to like it so she made sure it was allowed to grow out. This was much more difficult than it sounds when using any normal doggy groomer. She swished her tail a few times admiring how the sunlight lit up her bronze highlights. Her frame was similar to her mothers, a Great Dane, but her colours mildly mimicked her fathers, a GSD. Her muzzle was slightly shorter than most dogs and her actual skin was naturally mottled. Anything bare would be mottled, but unlike the dark colours of her fur, for some reason it was all pink and beige. This was obvious on her easily visible parts, her nose and ears, and the much more intimate bits and pieces too, her tiny butt, slightly swollen sex, and her increasingly sensitive six pairs of nipples. Slightly more than the usual domestic dog, but having so many was lots of fun!

Turning around to inspect her rear, she lifted her head looking over her back. All the doubt washed away as she reminded herself; Anders had never been mean to her. He had only ever supported her despite her unexpected mental development. His entire house was designed to accommodate her. He put great effort in to sparing her embarrassment and in keeping her superior intelligence a secret. All of this he did for her. Her tail sweeping quickly left to right, cutting the sunlight repeatedly. She gained a new sense of purpose. He deserved this. She deserved this. There was still much to do, to make sure she wouldn’t be caught off guard, she decided to message him. The missing iPad was quickly retrieved, only missing because she had made it missing. Dialling each command with her nose was not fun, making this a rare tool for her to use. She placed it on the wireless charger; conveniently left on the floor in the sitting room. Another detail Anders had noticed and provided for her.

A few minutes of quietly sitting there, making those boxers even wetter, and the screen flicked on as the iPad reached minimum charge. The website she had last visited still open with the list of items she had ordered on full display. She pined a little thinking {That’s really not helping!} She stood up to make aiming her nose easier. Flicking the app to the side to open the main screen. Extra-large buttons greeted her. She booped the screen on her messaging app, Anders, the only contact. Selecting the text entry box she began to boop her message on the fullscreen keyboard.

‘Hey babe, I found the iPad! Any idea what time you will be back? I have a little surprise for you, when you get back can you come through the side door?’ -Message sent.

She wandered over to the TV knowing it might be some time for him to reply. Flicking it on. Sir David Attenborough’s voice punched in: “….pack of wolves also only has a single alpha pair who mate, the others reinforce the hierarchy with mouth licking, crawling and mounting, these rituals become particularly intense just before a…” The TV went blank. {Holy shit} she thought, {I wanted a distraction not encouragement!} The TV once again came on but this time, ‘No Signal’ was displayed on the screen. Her fine motor control pawed in a 3-digit number into the extra-large universal remote. A few seconds to change channel and she once again set the TV to the freeview box. A macro shot of a diamond ring appeared and the usual improvised drivel about how this is a great deal not to be emanated from the surround sound system into the room. She jumped up on to the sofa, walking a semicircle and collapsing. Now lying on her side, legs and head facing the TV with the iPad in her periphery. Accidentally falling asleep being impossible with the growing sensitivity of her entire body.

Seems the diamond rings aren’t selling, half an hour later, the presenter is still pleading with the viewers to call the number on screen. The iPad lit up and a new message shows. She jumped off the sofa, her face now a few cm’s from the screen. ‘Yeah sure.’ Another ‘Oh, will I like it? Is there something I can get for you? What’s the occasion?’ And another ‘The usual, maybe six to seven? Will that be enough time?’ Men are strange, their minds seem to work like a stacked array. Forgive the comparison, what is a hyper intelligent being with lots of time on their…paws…supposed to do if not learn to code? Nala noted that each element of the message had been answered with the Last In First Out principle. Men are weird, not only that, but had he forgotten what had happened a year ago? She knew better, it wasn’t that he’d forgotten only that he didn’t know the date. She carefully nosed in her reply, knowing he would be waiting.

‘Yes you will like it, yes please, some wine. The occasion? Surely you remember our first ‘kiss’ Can you make it eight?’ – Sent.

Instantly the reply came back. ‘Sure, 8 it is. Haha, how could I forget? I hope I get to ‘kiss’ you again! I’ll grab some beers for me too. I can’t wait babe, I’ll see you later.’ {Like you never have before.} Her nose hovered over the send button. {Nah, let’s be mysterious haha.} Her reply vanished as she hit delete. The positive response made her uncertainty vanish for now. 3:40pm. Plenty of time before he got home. The extra question in there was how understanding he was of her, he knew she struggled with so many things and that things can take much longer than normal ‘people.’ A familiar warmth swept over her as she thought of how considerate he was. Never needing to be prompted. Sure, he would laugh occasionally when she was awkwardly failing at something, but it was never at her expense. It would always be followed with “How do I make this easier for you baby?” The tiny detail in this question that really affected her was that he didn’t just ask to do it for her. He knew she could do it, but she needed an extra tool of some sort. She had never not felt loved.

Like any girl, Nala liked a man in uniform. Different girls like different uniforms. Four skinny legs carried her upstairs back to the box of goodies. Sweeping around the box with her nose she was looking for two items in particular. A plastic packet with a few items of cloth, followed by another packet with something quite familiar to canines. She grabbed them with her maw. At first unsuccessful she gave it a second go, this time claiming victory. The bags were for him, but really for her. She had no shame in admitting it. The clear plastic packaging was carried by the 4-legged beast back down the stairs to the kitchen door. She carefully lay them there, right in the doorway for Anders to trip over later. {He’ll work it out} she thought leaving the scene and heading back upstairs. {If he doesn’t, he’s not getting anything else.} She joked in her head. By now though, the tension she had built up in her sex, and now; starting to work up in her nipples, meant this was a complete lie.

Nala once more headed down to the kitchen. Maybe the petals should have been spread later. Maybe not, discovering the hidden benefit of wearing boxers when spreading them out was a pleasant surprise. The fridge door popped open again and a homemade meal from the local butchers was retrieved from the back. Nala had a flash of sadness she couldn’t cook for him, not really. But packapp meant she could order practically anything, the funny part being if the deliverer didn’t like their tip she could chase them away and no one would stop her! She had bought a homemade Carbonara for Anders, fresh meat, handmade spaghetti, and real parmesan cheese. The order being arranged for when he was at work, she didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It would have to be microwaved, but we work with what we’ve got. Anders taught her that. A wave of sensation travelled down her belly, front to back, making each pair of nipples swell with excitement as the wave travelled. A small involuntary whimper escaped her mouth as her legs slightly buckled from the sensation. He really did work with what she had.

The meal still lined up with the microwave door, despite the minor distraction, she opened her maw wide. Carefully sinking her teeth into the plastic coating. Two or three ‘bites’ later and she was satisfied, that will do, ready for him to hit the ‘cook’ button. A second meal, one of her own, was pulled from the fridge, lid popped off like the last one and taken to the dining table. Normally she wouldn’t eat there, it was awkward for her; but she was willing to struggle through today. Next came the candles, a large bag of tea lights from the box in the bedroom made it’s way downstairs. Swinging happily left to right in her maw. Several are placed one by one delicately with her teeth. Not delicately enough it seems, the taste of wax occasionally assaulting her tongue. Candles are useless if they’re not lit. She located the lighter and placed it on top of Ander’s outfit. She had limitations, and she wouldn’t risk something so silly. Cutlery, place mats, a beer glass and her drinking bowl, alcohol…duh, now arranged on the dining table. She wished she could do these things more tidily but was pleased with the result.

Chapter 4 – The Preparation (The Lady)

To make life easier for her later, and hopefully entice Anders into fulfilling her filthy plans, Nala carried the iPad upstairs dropping it on the now fresh and clean bedsheets. Pawing the screen to use it again. This time though it was the notes app she needed, a short message for Anders. New note. Some awkward nose booping later, a message for her lover now written in large letters would appear the next time the screen was switched on. A new sensation now. The fog of heat heavy on her mind, bringing out those animal instincts. Nala might be intelligent; but hormones still raged through her each time she was in season. The biggest difference was that she was able to enjoy many more varied and intimate acts than a mere animal ever could. The animal drive gave her the energy and aggression to make sure she got what she wanted, but the mind to fully enjoy every tiny sensation. Every little gesture or miniscule caress. She read the message several times. Each time made her tight butt squeeze more and more, she closed her eyes and held her little hole as tight as possible. A few seconds was all she could manage, before her body relaxed. A heavy breath left her nostrils as she left the bedroom. There’s still several hours for her imagination to run wild thinking about what she’s going to make him do to her.

Nala headed to the utility room. The now rather soaked boxers had served their purpose and are no longer needed. A shame really, Nala’s time with Anders’ had taught her a few things, one was particularly vivid though. Anders loved every piece of her. From the tip of her tail to the end of her nose, he loved to stroke her, tickle gently, ruffle her fur. He’d put his fingers everywhere. Her maw; with her teeth clenched, he’d slip his fingers inside her mouth. Across those dangerous teeth, following the natural contours of the sharp implements. Knowing she’d never hurt him, the faint taste of whatever he’d been cooking that night teasing the inside of her mouth. He’d stroke the bridge of her snout gently, in delicate little circles, and kiss her nose to keep it moist. Her paw pads would get massaged if she decided to lay belly up on top of him on the sofa. If she was in the mood Nala would cock her head back. Looking deep into Ander’s eyes; ignoring whatever was on the TV. The permanent eye contact was her way of hinting she wanted more than just her paws rubbing. The massage would progress. Her many nipples could very quickly make her horny when pinched, not very practical in some situations when she has so many. If the situation was a little more intimate, likely having progressed to the bedroom. He would without hesitation kiss her cookie, even risking the trickles of blood when she was in heat. Fingers tickling her tiny clit from the inside while his tongue stroked it in rhythm from the outside. He would lick his fingers, being sure not to miss any of her all natural, wild, feminine flavour. She would cringe a little every time she saw him do this. Was it just an act or did he really enjoy her that much? Maybe she should keep the boxers on for now… {Nah, if he wants any of that tonight he’s going to have to get it fresh.}

The boxers slid off as she dropped her tail between her legs and walked around a few paces. As usual her mouth being her only means of interacting with the world, she had to pick them up in her maw. {Urgh!} she thought as the damp underwear made contact with her lower jaw. {Well at least he enjoys it.} She pondered a moment realising if they were equivalently damp from Anders’ that she would happily wear them on her face. {Maybe it’s not so bad.} The thought of Anders scent so close and so strong very nearly necessitated the underwear go back on. A new bead of clear feminine molten lust appeared at the tip of her vulva. Now in the utility room she dropped them to the floor. {Think unsexy thoughts! Think unsexy thoughts!} The boxers beneath her on the floor. Nala took a couple of paces forward, hind legs wide open to stop her from dripping. She sat down on her wet cushion to soak up the stray droplet, Anders’ would say she’s wasting it. {Does he really think that?} So many doubts, so frequently, but nothing to uphold them.

The boxers now in the laundry basket, Nala gingerly trotted upstairs, her tail now free and she was naked once more. The bathroom this time. Downstairs was as ready as she was able to make it. So, the hard work begins now. This bathroom was slightly unusual, it had the rare addition of a bidet. Nala hadn’t done anything as embarrassing as go to the toilet outside in months, toilet paper was hardly practical but a bidet was perfectly suitable. The bidet was a narrow, shallow bowl with water supplied to a jet directed upward placed toward the back at the bottom of the bowl. All faucets were levers, just for Nala. {How much did all that cost?} Nala shook her head shaking the thought away. {Just do something nice for him.} Nala stepped up to the bidet and pawed the controls, using her nose to test the temperature she adjusted until it was hot, but pleasant.

Standing back, she watched the hot water fountain for a moment. Then turned around and carefully backed up over the bidet. The warm water made her shake profusely as it washed the fur on her belly. She lifted her tail fully and began to bend her hind legs. Nala carefully aimed the jet right to her tiny pink butt, the water spraying sideways as she reached her target. Hot water pounding her delicate hole from only a few mm’s, the flow creating a luscious warming feeling. {Come on!} The hot water running off the bare skin of her butthole; a constant reminder it wasn’t working. A heated massage directly on her asshole. Nala wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to move, the delicate massage was satisfying all on it’s own. Enjoyable as it was this isn’t going to get her what she wanted. She moved her hips, sliding around on the bottom of the basin, keeping the warm jet closely centred on her backside. Still nothing, surely, it’s not filling her up and she just can’t feel it? How was she going to make this work? Her rear paws left the floor as she bent her hind legs, those skinny hips slipped inside the basin. Her body reacted immediately to the never before felt sensation, taking a huge involuntary breath in. {Oh my fucking god!}

The hot water flooded her insides. This was a new feeling for her, but quite enjoyable. The hot water felt like it was being pumped directly into the lips of her pussy, making it swell to her gorgeous, in season, size. The feeling of cold porcelain getting more noticeable on her cookie she realised this wasn’t far from the truth. She held still for a few more seconds, panting harder each breath. Unable to keep still any longer she walked her front legs forward to free her hips, Hind legs shakily reached the floor and she rapidly moved over to the toilet. The urge to use it utterly overwhelming. On it’s way out, the warm water still felt pleasant. Retaining a lot of it’s heat; having not been inside her for very long, it kind of tickled.

Never having done this before, either alone or with Anders’; Nala wasn’t sure when to stop. After the fourth round the water in the toilet was now clean. {One more just to be sure.} she thought. For the final time she squatted on the bidet, forcing open the tight muscles in her cute little tail hole, inflating her belly with hot water. For the final time she stood up quickly, moving over to the toilet, leaving the bidet still running as she gently squeezed out the water. She waited for a few minutes just in case any more wanted to come out. Finally, after nearly ten minutes of waiting, Nala decided she was done. This time though, when she returned to the bidet it was to use it for it’s intended purpose. She washed her entire rear end, being sure to spend a few minutes just stood there, perfectly still, with the water jet tickling her tiny pointed clit. Very slowly she was bringing herself to climax. She snapped out of it, reminding herself there were plenty of goodies to be had, just wait til Anders gets home.

The now clean (inside and out) doggy girl headed back into the bedroom. The floor length mirror still in position from earlier. She stood in front of it, facing away from it. Looking back she lifted her tail. Oh wow, it really had made her pussy swell up! Her heart began to race imagining how she was going to look later for Anders. The quadruped took a few paces very slowly forward, watching as her swollen sex moved from either side behind her. {I hope he likes what I’ve bought.} Nala walked over to the box of sexy gifts, once again she shuffled around with her muzzle. This time, picking out what she would be wearing. Several items later she had before her what she had spent hours deciding on. The remainder of the box’s contents were laid out on the bed, might as well get rid of the box.

Outer packaging now in the recycling, Nala set about getting dressed. She was extremely nervous. Up to now, Anders had been accepting of her advances, but she’d always been naked. Would he like it? Would he just laugh and think she was stupid? Would he be willing to use all the toys on her? More doubts washed away by the now noticeable heartbeat in her cookie. Pulsing away between her legs the sensation helped assuage her doubts. The lingerie set she would be wearing looked up at her from the floor. Each item a pure white, to contrast her silky black and brown fur. Carefully, the young pup put on her canine thigh highs. Sex shops didn’t really accommodate canines, so Nala had spent weeks searching multiple sites trying to find something suitable. Eventually though, she had found something perfect.

White lace and sheer wristlets were a thing. After ordering a set she tried them on both fore and rear legs, plenty ahead of time of course. During the fitting she didn’t want to take them off! They looked just like human thigh highs on her skinny canine legs. Anders very nearly got his present early she felt so fucking sexy in them! Now though, they were going on again, and this time he would get to see them. Gently pulling them up using the side of the bed. The half GSD half Dane dressed herself in the gorgeous laced topped sheer thigh highs. The pure white material beautifully contrasting with her dark fur. She admired the lingerie in the mirror, slowly turning a full 360 degrees lifting each leg as it approached the mirror to admire how they looked on her pretty legs. Had you not known where they were from you would have thought they were made for her. All four of her tiny legs now clad in perfectly fitting lingerie; Nala moved on to the next item.

She knew simplicity was best, she didn’t want to go over the top, so aside from the four-legged thigh highs, she had only ordered panties. Anything to accentuate her extremely high number of breasts just seemed silly. Anything lingerie anyway. Pretty white knickers to go with her thigh highs sounded totally sexy though. The knickers she had settled on were a very popular style. Backless panties. She tried others, thongs, normal panties, even a set that looked a little like bloomers, but the best fitting by far were backless. Her tail fit so nicely though the hole. Most designs just didn’t work with her tail. Or if they did, they were completely crotchless and didn’t hide away her pussy. For tonight, Nala had some very dirty plans for Anders, and she didn’t want her pussy to be the focus.

The panties she had decided upon were pure white to match the thigh highs. Nala put them on the floor dragging them a little to open up the waist band. She placed a rear legs in each side of the panties, then slightly bent down to place her tail into the central backless opening. Carefully wriggling her tail brought the kickers up her legs and over her hips. The centre opening got stuck, she tried pulling her tail fully forward over her back to try and pull the kickers up fully. {Why is that bit so tight?} She once again walked to the mirror and looked at her now lacy back end. She laughed in her head. Obviously! Her now plump and swollen sex had caught the opening as it was trying to ride up the inside of her legs. The material gathering just in front of the pointy part of her vulva. She kind of liked how it looked, but decided the rubbing right at her clit might make the night far shorter than she wanted it to be.

A few very deliberate and very stretched paces forward and the knickers popped over her vulva. Her cookie was now so swollen it pulled the knickers tight to her hips. Better than she could have hoped for, they were of course the smallest size but her hips were far smaller than any human. Once again, she admired the view in the mirror, the frilly waist band, with three closely packed frilly belts basically made a lace micro skirt that swished and flowed as she shook her hips. The sheer denir that made up the crotch now covered the very bottom of her belly and was stretched tight over her cookie. So tight, it revealed every contour of the beautiful shape, a little of her pink mottled colouring was visible through the material. The backless opening started about halfway between her cookie and her tail hole. She pulled her tail fully forward again over her back, pulling the knickers up once more to see what happened. They rode up as expected and gently tickled her vulva, but the backless gap was still plenty big enough that her tiny tail hole was still fully accessible. {Yes!} She thought.

The view with the knickers tight around her looked far better than when she’d originally tried them on. At least Nala thought so. She was once again so excited to be wearing it all she thought about missing dinner and dragging him straight upstairs when he got home. It was a serious thought for her but the desire to be practically exploding before any chance of relief definitely excited her more. Denial, teasing, and delay made her cum so much harder when Anders finally gave it to her. He knew exactly how to touch her to make her cum, but would never rush, the name of the game was to keep her on the edge for her to enjoy as long as possible. How had he got so good at this even though she couldn’t even talk?

The last item, that Nala could get on herself anyway, was a black silk gown. Again, smallest in the range and even supposed to look small, but for her purposes it was a great size. Fitting her nicely to cover her beautiful underwear. If she kept her tail down anyway. She lay the gown on the bed, inside out with the head at the edge of the bed. Bowing her head and butting up against the edge of the bed, pawing gently until she had both fore legs in the arms of the gown. She then lifted her head, between the gown neck and the bed. Giving her body a shake the gown flowed onto her back and started to make it’s way over her. A half jump, fore legs only, onto the bed and the remainder of the material unfolded over her back and down to her tail. The wristlets on her fore legs now barely visible and the rest of her lingerie covered by the body of the gown. She just had to remember not to move her tail too much to avoid showing anything too soon. Nala went room to room, dimming the lights with the several wireless remotes. The lights now dimmed throughout the house, just barely enough to see. {That’ll help too.}

Chapter 5 – Dinner

Nala didn’t have to wait long, even though she had bought herself some extra time. It had taken so long getting everything ready, Anders’ car was already pulling into the drive. Her heart rate hit a million miles an hour, and felt like a road drill in her chest. She had no idea how he was going to react. All the same doubts crept in, but this time, her heartbeat was just as strong in that extremely large, and now, thanks to the knickers, under pressure pussy. The pulsing extended to every single one of her nipples throbbing with each anxious squeeze of her heart. The hormones now raging through her like a tsunami, a new determination emerged and with each heartbeat the nerves turned to confidence. Her rapid heartrate made this a quick transition. The adrenaline and feminine desire superseding her usual gentle demeanour. So much so, when Anders put his key in the front door a very loud and aggressive bark escaped her. “Ah, shit, the side door….sorry.” Not a hint of annoyance, or anger from him. Nala felt a little bad at just how angry she had sounded, but she didn’t want him to ruin it for her, or for him. Nothing she could do now.

The side door opened and Anders stepped inside, tripping over his first present. Her first present. He was being watched from the doorway by his beautiful girl. She stood coyly, almost out of sight by the slightly ajar door. Placing a bottle of wine on the counter, he bent down and picked up the two packages, dropping the lighter. Holding them up to the dim lights he viewed their contents. “Are these for me?” Anders asked quietly. Nala gave a gentle upward inflection whine for a yes. “Oh wow, are you wearing something too?” Nala nosed the door open and stepped into the kitchen, slowly turning around in front of him, revealing the silk gown. Remembering to keep her tail down, at least for now. “Oh babe, your gown is dragging, do you want me to tie the belt for you?” Nala gave a growl, much more concerned he might see something earlier than planned, “Oh, erm.” He took a moment, thinking, “I promise I won’t look?” His upward inflection at the end indicated this was a question.

She stepped forward granting him permission, and Anders bent down to one knee, he crunched his eyes closed before she jumped up to him, forelegs on his shoulders. Anders carefully reached behind her, careful not to get his hands inside the gown and gathered the belt using touch alone, he folded the gown for her and tied the belt neatly in a bow in the middle of her belly. Catching her off guard he then blindly kissed her nose, guessing correctly where it might be. “You look beautiful babe.” He said a few seconds after opening his eyes, knowing she was now covered. Nala gave him a quick lick on the cheek and pushed back landing on all fours. “Well, now it’s your turn, looks like you want me to get changed. Go on, out.” Nala stepped into the hallway, again being sure to keep her tail down, she really wanted the panties to be a surprise. The kitchen door closed behind her.

Nala went back to the living room to wait. After a few minutes Anders opened the kitchen door and asked where she was, Nala gave a little bark and soon he was in the dining room doorway. “So, what do you think?” He struck a strong man pose for her, she had chosen him a butler uniform, but most of it was missing of course. All that remained was the dicky bow with collar, cuffs, tight shorts, and socks with mini hold ups. Anders had found a pair of shoes to wear with the outfit. She gave him an approving pine followed by a light bark. Her tail began to wag, but stopped quickly as she could feel the gown begin to loosen off. “Is this for me too?” He held up a dog collar, nothing special, but definitely a dog collar. A positive bark from Nala and he disappeared again. Coming back moments later with the collar around his neck.

Nala jumped into her seat at the dining table, careful to keep her hind legs together as much as possible, just in case the gown slipped a little. The sudden squeeze on her pussy as it was squished into the chair made her tense up, resulting in her sitting very still for a couple seconds. Anders walked over, seeing his place had been set but was empty. He leaned over with the lighter he had dropped earlier, lighting the strategically placed candles. He then looked at his empty place mat, then Nala and asked: “The microwave?” She nodded. Anders went back to the kitchen and started the food cooking. He came back while the microwave did it’s thing. “This must have taken you ages.” He commented referring to the dining table, dinner and the ‘costume’ she had arranged. She bowed her head looking up at him. “Honey, thank you.” He walked over, lifted her head with one hand bringing her face close to his. He kissed her nose again. This time rubbing the side of her neck with his hand. She leaned into the caress in appreciation. Enjoying his touch as she always did. His other hand stroked the other side of her head and he ruffled her neck on both sides.

The microwave pinged and Anders collected his meal. Nala had another small detail to add, her paws found the universal remote and turned on the stereo, a playlist began for their meal. She wanted to really show how she felt for him and music seemed one of the best ways to do so. Nala was still nervous she didn’t meet his expectations, his hopes, his dreams. She wanted him to know how she really felt, but being unable to speak made this so much more difficult. The playlist began. Taylor Swift, of course. Wildest Dreams. The twist, this was a harp cover. Beautiful, just like her. No words but a beautiful melody, just, like, her. Anders brought his meal from the kitchen, along with a beer for him and a bowl of wine for her, setting them both down. “I assume you want some of this now haha.” Nala watched him have a few mouthfuls before starting to eat her own meal, occasionally lapping her wine. “This is lovely, how did you even get this?” Rhetorical as most questions were, Anders mostly just thought out loud for her benefit. “You really do look beautiful in that you know.” He said after his final fork full. Nala tried to cover her face with a paw, the sleeve on the gown slightly riding up her fore leg, pining slightly in embarrassment. “Hang on, is there something on underneath that?” The fore leg snapped down to the dining table and she glared; growling. “OK OK, Only when you’re ready to show me.” A huge grin broke out on his face. He obviously had figured out she was wearing more than just the gown, but there were still lots of surprises. Even some for her.

“Well what do you have for me next hun?” Anders asked; now two beers down. Nala had finished her wine, probably only about a third of the bottle but it was beginning to take effect. That swimming feeling in her mind of giddy excitement being helped along by the alcohol. She got down from the chair and walked on those four skinny sexy legs over to the dining room door, looking back at him once she got there. Tilting her head and giving him a wink once she got there. “Don’t have to ask me twice.” He got up and followed her. Nala walked slowly up the stairs, making sure he was close enough there was no chance he was seeing under the gown. “I like the petals.” He commented. They reached the upstairs landing. Nala turned to Anders and pawed the ground forcefully a couple of times, {Stay here} she was thinking out loud. He nodded. The bedroom door snapped shut as Nala entered. Alone.

Chapter 6 – The Bedroom

The floor lamp flickered into life, a warm white light filled the room. Floor switches on at least one light in every room, another addition he had made, just for her. The much brighter lamp making things much easier to see than the dim main light. She walked into the en-suite, coming to a stop next to the laundry hamper. Anders had tied her gown with two large loops making it nice and easy to get a front paw into one of them. She sat back on her butt, lifting both fore legs off the ground. Her right paw went into a loop, pushing her paw forward it pulled the loop out in front of her; releasing the knot. {Hmm, now what?} She looked around trying to figure out how she was actually going to get the silky-smooth gown off. She went back to all fours, dipped her shoulders and gave a gentle shake. The gown flowed forward over her back and eventually completely over her head, most of the material on the floor in front of her. She stood on it with both fore legs and pulled her head back releasing it. The ‘arms’ of the gown slipped down from her shoulders and completely onto the floor. Victorious, Nala stepped out of the two sleeves now collected around her fore legs. After one last check in the mirror; the lamp was extinguished. A quick brush against the bed to flatten some fur and she jumped onto the bed and barked a couple of times.

Anders stepped into the bedroom, Nala was on the bed, lying down on her belly; fore legs straight forward, hind legs together and straight back, pointing toward the door. The wristlets perfectly emulating pure white, four-legged thigh highs. Looking back over her shoulder as he walked in, she started to slowly lift her gorgeous fluffy tail. As the tight panties, hugging every tiny curve of her pussy came into view, Ander’s jaw dropped. She resisted the urge to wag her tail as he was obviously loving what he was seeing. Her tail was now all the way up, also revealing the panties were deliberately backless, with plenty of room for play with her tightest hole. She rolled onto her side, belly to Anders. Fore legs crossed she brought her rear legs up to her belly and crossed them. Catching her pussy between her thighs. Now pushing out the swollen pink cookie even more. She gave her rear legs a few squeezes making her cookie swell a little more as she did. Looking at Anders, she could see her tight panties were making his shorts really fucking tight too!

Standing up on the bed, she stepped forward into a stretch, rolling those rear hips upwards and raising her tail straight up, pushing out the flaming hot sex between her legs in his direction. It pushed against the panties, once more making the material pull tight over her, a little of her wetness seeping into them. She held the position, head down now, feeling the burn of his eyes fixed on that one moist place, or maybe it was the now, overpowering, feeling of heat. She rolled over; further this time, onto her back, locking her eyes on him. Now belly up, eyes still on him she lay on her back, all four legs bent and relaxed above her, cookie pointing straight at him. Hind legs now open she began to wag her tail, shaking her cookie right in front of him. “Fucking hell.” Ander’s had stood in the doorway staring, getting harder by the second. She stopped wagging and just looked at him, admiring her work. He was dumbfounded, frozen in place and hard as a rock. She couldn’t be happier. She stopped wagging, hopefully he wasn’t too shocked to give her what she wants.

Back on her paws she turned to face him, tail wagging behind her on the bed, maybe if she hid her huge juicy sex for a moment, he might snap out of it. He’s not going to do much for this heat if he stands there all night. It seemed to work, he took a few paces forward, she did the same. Meeting each other just at the edge of the bed. Her head dipped off to her side and picked up a neatly folded brand-new leash. Nala jumped up, fore legs over his shoulders. She held the leash in front of him waiting. With one hand he took it out of her maw and unravelled it to find the clip. Feeling around with his other hand he found the loop on his own collar clipping the fresh leash on. “This makes me feel kind of silly.” Hands now free he slightly gripped her sides and rubbed her body up and down. Exploring almost everywhere the thin fabric was covering. Gently tugging here and there and allowing it to snap back to her body. Careful not to touch the final prize just yet. Leaning forward he whispered in her ear “You’re the sexiest bitch I’ve ever seen in my life.” Oh god did her sensitive body appreciate that; a wave of anticipation flowed through her. She leaned on him, lovingly resting her head on his shoulder. She could feel his head moving around as he took in all the fun stuff around the bed. “Are you sure about some of this? Because dressed like that, I’m not sure if we start, I’ll be able to stop.” She brought her head back bringing herself nose to nose. Tilting her head to the side she gave his lips a gentle lick, Anders returned the kiss. A little awkward as it always was, but they loved each other, it didn’t matter their bodies were so different, they made it work…perfectly.

Anders lifted her fore paws from his shoulders, one in each hand and lowered her down to the bed, bending over to stay nose to nose he asked, “more wine beautiful?” She nodded, and with a quick kiss to her nose he left the room. Giving himself a quick spank for her to enjoy as he went. She looked around at everything. She had spent a fortune, but so far it seemed Anders might even be more excited than she was. After a few minutes passed he came back with her wine bowl and a fresh beer for himself, leash swinging side to side in front of him. The brimming wine bowl (must be the rest of the bottle) now on the bedside table she went over to it and took a long drink. {Is he trying to get me drunk?} The normally bad connotated thought entered her head, but over time he had learned how much she liked the clumsiness and passion of drunken sex. {I hope so.} He confirmed her expectation. “I bought some vodka too, wasn’t sure what the wine was for but I know you like to be miss wobbly legs.” She hoped it wasn’t just for her! it was extra fun when he got slightly carried away too.

“I have a confession, I actually bought something along the same lines as all this myself, but I wasn’t sure how you’d take it.” Anders headed over to the wardrobe and pulled a box off the top. Bringing it over to the bed he removed the lid and pulled out the contents. Several sheaths, mostly scarlet coloured Japanese bondage rope, but one, a sheath of silicon rope. He placed them on the bed in front of her. “I guess I’ve just been holding you back haha.” He laughed waving around at all the things she had bought. Nala pined quietly in embarrassment that he was starting to see her for how kinky she was, it felt both shameful but also liberating. Right now though, horny was her predominant thought. The iPad wasn’t far, she grabbed it and dropped it on the bed, then placed herself lying down with it between her hind legs. Cookie proud as ever right next to it she slapped it a couple of times with her tail. Resting her tail off to the side so he had to get comfortably close to read it. ‘What if I told you, I was clean?’ He read her words out loud that were written on the screen. “What do you mean?” Nala began moving into that familiar stretch position, back arched downwards, hind legs straight, ass and tail high in the air. Pussy, tight inside her panties. But this time she crossed her hind legs, hiding that swollen cookie, leaving her other entrance fully exposed. “No way! Wow, um, h-how? I mean wow. Not messing about are you? Well, I guess I won’t need to hold back when using some of these?”

Anders reply was exactly what she wanted to hear. Nala waited patiently for a few seconds, ass high in the air showing off her clean, tight, hole. So far he didn’t seem to be put off. “Hmm, I guess I’m going to have to decide what to use first. I do know I don’t want to take your panties off yet, they’re sexy as fuck! Where did you even find them?” Rhetorical as ever. Nala watched Anders as he looked around the room, obviously deciding what to use on her first. Nala, while being a passive female and bitch; she still had her own desires. She pointed at the poppers with her nose. Excited to experience what they did, she absolutely wanted them first. Anders looked them over, they were all the same so he picked one up and opened it. Knowing how they were used Anders took a huge sniff. A couple of paces back he coughed and spluttered. Without any hesitation he left the room, practically running downstairs. When he returned a new bowl in hand. Two more of the poppers lost their lids and Anders poured them into the bowl he had just brought with him, his leash clacking gently on the side of the bowl from time to time. “Be careful babe that nearly knocked me on my ass.”

Nala headed toward the bowl, Anders however was now pulling down those tight shorts, having just experienced a popper for the first time he seemed ready to go right now. She looked on at him, now exposing his once again extremely hard shaft. Nala took a little sniff of the bowl, nose twitching like normal, {fuck!} Way too much. The chemical filled her nose so fast she couldn’t even react. Her heart began to beat so hard her rib cage ached, blood in her veins so strong it made her neck and head throb. This was chemical libido. All this extra stimulation extended to her nipples and pussy. Each, heavy, pump of her heart now pulsing in all those delicate areas of exposed flesh. She felt a little light headed, maybe a little nausea. The feeling moved to her tail hole, but not a desire, this was now a need. She’d never even had anal but this chemical aphrodisiac now meant she needed it. Right now. As fucking deep as it could possibly be. Wow, poppers really worked. {How do I make this happen.} She thought.

Anders seemed pretty on board already, eyeing her like fresh meat from the view of a rabid wolf. Strangely accurate. With cock fully hard and pointing toward her, he was obviously ready to please her. She gave another sniff, taking in the vapourised excitement. {Holy fuck, I need filling right now.} She was now getting impatient; the poppers were producing a feeling in her far stronger than being in season had ever given her. Anders, while standing by the bed wasn’t nearly being aggressive enough. Nala jumped up to him, fore legs on his shoulders, but this time, no kissing, she grabbed his leash with her maw, whipping her head back to find about halfway way down it’s length. She now locked down with her powerful jaws and pushed back with those fore paws. She dragged him down toward the bed landing on her back, the leash going tight mid jump, “Hey!” Having his leash pulled clearly a new experience for him. Once he was over her, arms supporting his weight, she let go of the leash and flipped herself back over onto her legs. Shaking her skinny ass in his direction. Rubbing the underside of his belly with her tail. He understood, but he’s not going to make it easy for her. He stood up and took his cock in one hand, holding himself out toward her, keeping still after he lined up with her tail hole. His tip tenderly tapped her now extremely excited opening. He stood still, Nala waited.

Anders cock gently kissed Nala’s tail hole, red hot flesh on flesh, for several seconds they both remained still, just waiting in anticipation. {Is he really going to make me do it?} Nala made the first move, she pushed back, slowly but hard. As soon as she began to move, his hands naturally came to rest on her hips. Her delicate ring began to stretch open ever so slightly as she pushed against him. She excitedly began to think he was taking her other virginity, way more exciting with the alcohol and poppers adding their sexy tilt to her thoughts. Pushing harder, the tight muscle holding back Anders’ cock gave a little more, but still she didn’t quite have the strength. He held still, making sure he was nicely lined up for her. The unnatural stretch gave her hole a little sting as it tried to stretch around him. A little painful, but painful in the best way. She pushed harder trying to fulfil her need, gritting her teeth and holding her breath. She felt him throb as she gave another forceful push backwards, he stood still, he wasn’t going to rush her, he knew this was her first time up her tight little bum. A fresh stinging as he opened her up that tiny bit more. Alas, no luck, she was just too tight, Anders still hard as a rock began to rub her hips in encouragement.

Nala leaned forward, separating herself from the large shaft she had just been trying to force inside her. Dropping her nose to the bowl she took in another deep breath from the poppers, hoping it might give her the courage to force herself open for him. She felt the chemical gather in her brain, pulsing in her chest and neck. A fresh wave of horny flowed through her, and her pussy let out an extra dribble as she imagined her tail hole getting forced fully open for him. A new attempt, she pushed back into him, hot tip touching tight ring she pushed again, her delicate butt slightly stretching for him. She kept pushing harder and harder, his cock pushed against her taught muscle, putting more and more pressure on it. Her legs began to shake from the effort of pushing so hard, but still her hole just wouldn’t let it happen. She let out an angry bark followed by a growl in frustration. “It’s ok babe, it’s going to be a short night if you force it anyway.” She fell forward in exhaustion, collapsing for a moment on the bed to catch her breath.

The quadruped took a few more deep breaths before standing up and walking forward, heading back to the bowl containing the poppers. “Wait, let me.” He picked up the bowl and held it. “Lie down babe, on your front.” She complied, lying down in the middle of the bed facing away from him. She had her head up, looking back at him, tail fluttering slowly side to side. “Legs together.” She again complied, front legs crossed in front of her, and rear paws now touching, pointing directly back. He crawled over her, pausing at her tail, letting her stroke his face a few times. Stealing another kiss from her nose as he came to rest completely on top of her, propping himself up on all fours. “Here.” He balanced the bowl he had in his hand on top of her fore legs. “Enjoy” He kissed her nose again and carefully crawled off the bed backwards. He reached forward and took each of her hind legs in his hands. She slid backwards on the bed as he pulled, until her paws were now just off the edge of the bed. The bowl of poppers still balanced on her fore legs in front of her. “I didn’t mean close these ones.”

Chapter 7 – All in the preparation

Her rear legs began to spread as he pulled them apart, gentle not to hurt her, but firm enough she was left far wider than she could manage on her own. Her cookie lips peeled apart as the thick feminine liquid sticking them together couldn’t hold them any longer. The slight movement of air in the room cooled the tiny amount of his pre on her butthole. The lovely thought skipped it’s way through her mind. Hot breath started to warm up her cookie, even through the panties. She felt something else, a very slight touch, maybe his fingers, perhaps he was going to tease her with his cock. Anders took in a long slow breath through his nose, pressed ever so slightly against the material. Only the thinnest of denir separating his face from her pussy. He completely filled his lungs with her scent, letting out a slight hum in appreciation as he exhaled again. {Dirty bastard!} He placed a finger right on the tip of her cookie. He knew where her clit was and he made sure she knew he knew. He pressed into the very bottom of her labia gently and began tiny little circles with his finger. If she wanted to cum as quickly as possible, this is exactly what she’d do. Surely, he isn’t going to make her cum this soon? He normally spends much longer teasing her. The gentle massage directly on her clit gave a small tingly wave through her entire body. She allowed herself to imagine an orgasm for a moment and felt her cookie respond. A fresh dribble of her girl juice naturally started to leak a little from her entrance. Moistening the panties more. The massage stopped and Anders once again enjoyed a huge breath of her sexy scent. {Damn, that felt pretty great just on it’s own.} She thought. Seemingly satisfied for now, Anders began moving around behind her, getting to a kneeling position on the floor. Her spread legs and plump pussy in front of him on the edge of the bed.

She felt his hands as they stroked her back a few times, rubbing up and down her body. He fiddled with the panties, obviously watching how her pussy got squished as he pulled in different directions. His hands rested just above the knickers. On her back her slipped a couple of fingers in either side of the waistband before sliding around underneath her body to her belly. He let the knickers go and slid his hands up the front of her body. Resting his shoulders on her hind legs, she could feel her tail bash his face every time she flicked it. She gasped. Anders had found two of her nipples and squeezed. The sudden sensation caught her off guard making her drop the poppers bowl. The sharp feeling enhanced slightly by the small amount of sensual heightening the poppers were still exerting. Hmm, how much better would it feel if she had a full lung of the chemical? A little tentatively she dropped her nose between her fore legs, right into the now soaked duvet. This time she was a little more careful when taking it in. A long, slow, deep breath from the wet patch and she felt her heart rate rising again, it began thumping heavily in her chest. That same feeling from earlier of tingling in all those delicate pieces of flesh returned. Ander’s hands had slipped down her belly feeling for the next pair of nipples.

He squeezed again, this time it felt incredible! The thumping of her pulse fighting his fingers, she gently rocked back and forth, trying to increase the pinch. No luck, he was being careful not to hurt her. Literally the opposite of what she wanted right now! Anders reached for the next pair, moving down her body again. Knowing what was coming, Nala buried her nose in the duvet and took in another slow breath through her nose. Making sure she took it in slowly enough to last the entire pinch. The effect of the poppers in full force the entire time. His fingers now around the next pair of canine girly bits. Again, he pinched, harder this time, enough it was painful, the poppers converting the pain to arousal. She felt every involuntary muscle in her pussy contract. A large wet patch of her girl juice formed on the white lingerie, unable to soak up so much so quickly. He was holding the pinch and she was still inhaling. The involuntary contractions in her pussy turning into gentle waves, more delicious liquid leaking from her sex. He released, she continued the breath in for a moment and let it all out in one big huff, relaxing her now completely tense body. She shuffled slightly in appreciation, shifting a little from left to right, rubbing her nipples between his fingers.

Having started halfway down her body, he now only had one pair of nipples to go. It wasn’t long before they were between his fingers. Nala knew what was coming so began another deep breath in, her body soaking in the volatile chemical in the duvet. She waited, but nothing. Anders was gently stroking that final pair of nipples, just teasing them. She could feel him watching her, obviously he could tell she was enjoying the poppers and was giving her an extra dose without distracting her. She took in the breath, and held it looking back at him. He smiled and she felt his fingers begin to close, much more slowly this time. He was giving her long enough to get back to the aroma. She quickly exhaled again and got her nose back to the wet patch. He was moving very slowly this time, speeding up as she began to inhale again. This last pair were close to her pussy, and they felt like they were directly linked somehow! The pinch immediately beginning those gentle waves in her pussy again. It wasn’t a droplet this time, it was a steady clear stream of slightly sticky, deliciously feminine scented liquid dripping from her sex. Her delicate flesh was becoming more and more inflamed between his fingers. They got tighter and tighter. Her steady breath in began to falter. Becoming erratic as the now vice like grip was bringing all her attention to those two tiny points. These two tiny pieces of her bare flesh the only things she could feel across her whole body.

The highly focussed sensation in her nipples was interrupted by something soft pushing past her tight delicate butthole. This time, the much smaller body part of Anders able to easily over power her backside. The intruder was soft, wet, and super flexible. The dripping of her pussy got heavier, the steady stream making it’s own wet patch behind her as she inhaled the toxic one in front of her. Her butthole now being delicately forced in every direction, no depth, but every little bit of the circular muscle that is her entrance was being prodded, stretched, licked and tasted by Anders. Anders kept going, it must have been five solid minutes he exercised her ring with his tongue. Nala lay there enjoying every second, the sensation was fantastic, but it wasn’t going to cure her heat. She knew this was probably intentional, Anders’ wouldn’t give her what she needed unless she worked for it. She began to carefully time pushing back into his face, getting his tongue as deep as possible when he would slide it into her. A perverse kiss between her ass and his mouth. Perfectly clean thanks to her and perfectly passionate thanks to him. After several more minutes of him French kissing her rear end she was still loving every little thrust, lick and swirl. Her efforts pushing back no longer possible. Anders had now firmly grasped the base of her tail, holding her backside right where it needed to be. His other hand pinching and pulling her nipples from time to time, giving her more excuse to breath in the poppers. The teasing was just making her need more.

Nala very slowly stood up, being sure not to imply she wasn’t enjoying it. Twenty minutes of having her tail hole teased while having her nipples clamped was incredible, the steady stream of fluid from her pussy completely gave her away. But there were a lot more new experiences to be had lying around the bed, and she didn’t want Anders to spend the entire night being so gentle. “Think you’re ready?” He asked her. She gave no indication to him at all this time. Instead, she went back over to the wine, drinking deeply, the wine excellently enhancing the effects of the poppers. Anders disappeared out the door again, getting himself some more beer. On returning he sipped the beer. “Hmmm, doesn’t taste as good as you” he remarked. He came back to find Nala had collected the ropes, kindly provided by Anders, and the poppers. She wanted more. No words were necessary at this point, both knew what the other wanted and they both understood. Nala grabbed the ropes in her maw, while Anders refilled the poppers bowl. She headed to the edge of the bed and lie down on her back, tail hanging off the edge of the bed, swishing excitedly. She lay there watching him with the ropes in her mouth, following him with her gaze.

Anders placed the poppers bowl next to her head, then turned his attention to the ropes, he reached out to take them from her. A minor contest ensued, she held on with her teeth. Her front paws came down over her belly and momentarily covered her pussy. {Not here.} As ever trying to get across what she wanted without the ability to talk. The huge man looked down and nodded to signal he understood. Nala could still feel his tongue rubbing her butthole, the muscle memory of him pushing and poking, licking and tugging. She lay there; very still just enjoying the recalled sensations. A further tug on the ropes in her maw and she relented, letting them go. Reminiscing on the swirling sensations her tail hole could still strangely feel. Feelings slightly enhanced as the vapours spilled ever so slightly over the lip of the bowl next to her head. Filling her nostrils once more with pure libido. Off came her usual collar. Pink of course, and was replaced with a large loop in one of the ropes, coming to rest around her neck. She didn’t move, she wanted this.

The loop tightened, just enough to hold her down, but not enough to disturb her breathing. The loop tied off beneath her head so it didn’t tighten further as the rope was secured. The tails found their way either side of the bed frame and were pulled tight and tied off. The ropes bit into the mattress, her head only able to move an inch or so now, almost exactly central to the bed. The second sheath came out, Anders measured out half way and tucked it into her now extremely tight ‘collar’. Running the tails through the new loop to join the two binds. Passing the rope around her body and legs, eventually a pattern of criss crossed binds flowed down her body. It started at the loop that now replaced her collar. Tied careful enough to leave her nipples free, this second sheath was used for her body and to bind her fore legs tight into her chest. Anders took his time, careful not to catch her beautiful fur in the knots, each one tied over his hand to make sure she was comfortable. The new criss-cross pattern around her finished at her hips. These ends were also run through the bed frame and tied off. So tight the mattress gave to their path, deep grooves showing just how tight the ropes were, and yet she was still perfectly comfortable, the final knot in each bind in place to remove the pressure from being directed to her body.

A third rope came out, her hind legs still free. Anders again found the centre point, but this time two small loops about 20 inches apart appeared in the rope. He ran the rope under her back, the two loops coming to rest either side of her shoulders. He grasped a hind leg by the ankle and pushed her paw toward the loop by her shoulder. Gently tightening the loop around her leg. Her second hind leg soon found the other loop on the other side of her body. The two ends of the rope made their way to the bed frame, one on the left, the other the right. Anders tied off one side and moved over to the other. As he pulled this one tight, her hind paws began to move toward the bed. Lifting her skinny little butt off the mattress slightly as the rope got tighter. Pulled tight, her back legs now spread wide, rear paws practically touching the mattress. Her back legs pulled so far back her ass was now an inch or so off the mattress. It would be impossible to put her in a position where she was more exposed. Nala wriggled, just out of curiosity, at least she tried. {Holy shit I can hardly move!} Her movement was entirely absorbed by the mattress as it tried to allow for the rope tails to shift. Instead, she tried to stretch out her fore legs, but they were bound as tight to her body as she to the bed. Her back legs unable to push off the bed or even to bend, the body bind holding one way, the leg bind holding the other. That single rope running from one side to the other holding them in place. An odd thought came to her. {If anyone caught us like this, he’d be in so much trouble!} Nala’s tail began to wag furiously as she realised, she was completely at Anders’ mercy.

“Oh yeah.” Anders remarked as he watched her tail flutter. A fourth and final bind appeared, a tight loop made just below the base of her tail, following it down toward the tip. Unable to find a suitable place to tie it, Anders only bound roughly ¾ before tying it off to the bed frame too. The extra tails came in handy, both were wound around the bed frame and each passed up to the centre of her body, one either side. Nala was now bound to the bed by her neck, midriff, hips, rear ankles and tail. Fore legs pulled tight to her body, with tail pulled tight to the bed. She tried to wiggle again. Nothing, she literally could not move. Well, except her head. She tried to fight the binds some more, just for the hell of it. Anders looked on, seeing her struggle. She gave up, realising her predicament. Her head slowly fell backwards into the bed just waiting for what he was going to do next. Anders got up onto the bed; straddling her, picking up her wine bowl, he asked “more wine for the lady?” Nala happily accepted, tilting her head to drink carefully as he held out her wine bowl. When she was done he lent forward for another loving kiss.

A few minutes of passionate kissing, straddling the completely bound bitch, Anders lent back. Leaving Nala fighting the binds to continue the kiss. He then went forward onto all fours to place the wine bowl on the bed side table. His cock now only millimeters from her nose. {He’s doing that deliberately isn’t he?} She thought. His scent invaded her nose, giving that all too familiar feeling of love and lust all at once. Anders once again leaning back, straddling her again, looking at his handiwork. “Can you move” For the third time she tried to move, but this time to answer his question. “Good.” Anders couldn’t contain his cheesy grin as he climbed down from the bed and once more looked her over. Immediately he pulled the panties over her soaking pussy and licked the clear juices it had been leaking for at least three hours now. {But I told him no.} Nala thought to herself disappointed.

The knickers snapped back over her pussy, ironically causing another minor dribble. “I just can’t waste it like that honey.” Anders’ voice came through. “You just taste too good.” Anders’ shuddered as he licked his lips. {Does he really enjoy me that much?} Nala wasn’t sure, she never really was, but she had still never experienced anything that indicated otherwise. Anders picked up the selection of lube, reading each in turn. “Flavoured? Hah! What if I like how you taste huh?” The two flavoured lubes went sailing to a bedroom corner. The plain lube losing it’s lid and the dispenser opening up. He sucked out a small amount and swilled it in his mouth. He approached Nala, first to her face feigning a kiss, frustrating her once more as she tried to lean into it. He moved slowly down her body, pausing at each set of nipples. A tiny amount of moisture left behind on each just to frustrate her further. Still just teasing. Then reaching her huge, in heat, cookie. Peeling back the panties, this time being careful to give as little sensation as possible. Still nothing, no touch, no gentle caress, no stimulation. The knickers once again snapped over her pussy {Fucking hell, why did I tell him NO!} His face hovered lower to her other lovely entrance. His mouth now totally slick with lube he once again kissed her, right where he (and she) wanted him to. They both wanted it. Her tail hole was becoming so much more slippery and excited; and he was getting harder by the second, both are enjoying this just as much as the other.

Anders, pulled back, Nala stayed still, obviously. He now pumped the dispenser a couple of times into his hand, and smoothed the lube onto his cock, a thin layer glistening in the dim light the bedroom offered. Nala’s tail hole no doubt had the same sheen, but she couldn’t tell, she could only imagine how ready she looked right now. Anders lent forward, once more touching red-hot flesh to red-hot flesh. His tip right in the centre of her butthole. He lay his elbows either side of her, running his hands under her shoulders on the bed. Bringing himself nose to nose with her, his bodyweight propped up on his elbows. Nala turned her head to the side tipping the poppers bowl slightly toward her face, taking in the accumulated fumes. The chemicals once more chewing through her mind. She turned to Anders once again and using the entire length of her tongue, gave him a huge impassioned lick from his jaw line; all the way to his brow. In response he looked at her and said “I love you babe.”

Chapter 8 – Why haven’t we done this sooner?

Anders pushed, Nala’s tight, but now thoroughly and vigorously massaged tail hole could do nothing, it was now soft and supple. His tongue had done it’s job, carefully loosening her backside to truly give her what she had asked for. More importantly, it was now Anders doing the work. He pushed. Relentless. Nala’s tightest but most delicate muscle gave way to him. One, two, three inches forced their way into her. His huge cock began to slip inside past all those enflamed nerve endings. Nala’s jaws clamped shut, her head flew back into the bed. {Oh my fucking GOD!} It hurt alright, but it hurt so fucking good she wished he was twice as thick, and twice as long! The tip of her tail, the only body part that had any semblance of being free was flickering violently as more and more of Anders entered her! four, five, six inches. Her pussy leaked more of that beautiful feminine fluid. Her body instinctively tensing up, trying to get away from this very sudden and unyielding intruder. Seven full inches now piercing deep inside her, her girly juices made a very light but most definitely constant stream from her swollen pussy. Her ass tilted slightly up from the bonds, the pure feminine pleasure leaked out of her in every direction. Soaking the fur around her cookie. This being her first time taking him up her backside; he felt even bigger than he really was, more like she just got fisted than fucked. Her insides began to reject him, tensing involuntarily trying to force him out. More girl juice, such confusing contradictions from her body while it began to reject him, her body clearly knew this also felt fucking amazing! She felt him begin to withdraw, sliding easily, the texture of his cock causing an odd, slight, vibrating feeling around her little ring as his contours passed through it. In that one single stroke, he had been deeper inside her than he ever had before. While they had most definitely tried, an inch or so of him went lonely when they had made love til now. Her canine pussy just wasn’t deep enough for him. She didn’t mind, after all, it meant she got fucked as deep as possible every single time.

Anders took himself all the way out to his tip, but made sure he didn’t slip out completely. Holding himself just inside of her warm body. Nala still felt like she was sat on a drinks can, but her insides were calming down, the involuntary clenching began to subside. This gave her the chance to create some of her own sensations. She looked up at him, watching him intensely. Such a strange situation. Bonded, helpless, penetrated, but somehow she still felt in control. She clenched her ass. As hard as she could she squeezed the head of the slippery cock stretching her so much. They were now both looking deep into each other’s eyes. Nothing in either but love. He seemed to like the sensation, she felt him pulse his cock in reply opening her even wider. A little bark mixed with a little whimper escaped her maw from the extra stretch. Maybe a mistake, maybe not. The bark caused her butt to clench even more, giving Anders a quick and pleasant stroke to his glans. “Oh god don’t do that!” Nala panicked, wondering if they needed to stop, had she hurt him? Was something wrong? She tried to relax as best she could and tilted her head quizzically still looking into those gorgeous blue eyes of his. “Haha, I won’t last five seconds if you keep that up!”

Nala couldn’t fully emote in the same way a human could, but over time the two had learned to understand each other. That shit eating grin Anders gave when he was going to do something mischievous flashed across Nala’s face. She started to bark. LOUD. Ten, Fifteen, Twenty times. Each time made Anders wince a little more, she knew why, the neighbours could most definitely hear her. She didn’t care, this was her turn to have some fun. Over and over, the head of his cock grew in appreciation. Nearly thirty of these gentle strokes and this time he held the swell, thrusting forward he buried himself in her backside. Her insides instantly began to fight back, forcing her to stop her new found skill. Only his second stroke, but it already felt much more comfortable. Only a few seconds inside her and the feeling of rejection had subsided. She began to relax this time, Nala started to notice something, his shaft felt like it was glowing, warming her from the inside out. The delicate tunnel of sopping wet flesh inside of her was suddenly much more amenable to the human cock currently residing there. The only muscle that refused to relax was her, newly, non-virginal asshole. It wanted to clamp down as hard on his cock as possible and no amount of alcohol and poppers seemed to calm it down. Nala didn’t mind, the thought of him permanently stretching her was just making her hornier. The fur around her cookie is just going to have to deal with being soaking wet the whole night.

Anders, still looking at his beautiful canine partner began to move again. Long strokes, using his entire length, he was here for her though, these were slow and delicate. Slow and delicate strokes, but punishing and overpowering length and width. Nala’s head raised from the bed, she brought herself nose to nose with Anders’ as he fucked her. Her closeness and intense eye contact were unmistakeable, she was enjoying herself like she never had before and she wanted more. The non-verbal communication couldn’t be clearer. She was loving this. Unable to loosen her anal grip on him she could feel every little bump and contour as his cock slipped in, and out. Up until now the new sensations had been overwhelming, drowning out everything else her nervous system was telling her. Now that her backside was fully enjoying the experience; other parts of her body were starting to chime in again. One in particular, was her favourite. Each stroke gave her body a tiny judder as he hilted her. A judder that was making a very swollen cookie jolt a very sensitive clit. No where near enough sensation this was ever going to make her cum, but far more than necessary to make her clit…burn.

She fought the ropes, trying to dig her hips into the bed to bring her pussy forward. Her hind legs didn’t falter, the midriff rope held, keeping her butt off the bed and her pussy absolutely out of reach. She was desperately trying to expose it to some kind of stimulation. The restraints still held with her tail hole sitting right on the edge of the bed, legs spread offering no resistance to the current assault on her asshole. Another slightly heavier dribble of sexy girl juice from her pussy reflected these tender but naughty thoughts of her’s. Nala’s hips and legs stopped any of Anders getting even close to her pussy. Her cookie lay in the void, receiving an oh so frustrating bump every stroke. Just enough to be a constant reminder her heat is getting heavier, but nowhere near enough to bring her to climax. {Maybe something else then?} Perhaps if she couldn’t get relief on her sex, she could try some sensation to her nipples? She tried twisting her upper body. No way was she going to do anything that might disrupt the huge cock gently pumping her asshole into submission. But she had to do something. The ornate bondage covered her entire body, there’s no way it’s perfect though; right? Maybe she could get some of the binds, or even better a knot, to land on one of her nipples, causing some much-wanted friction. The binds were perfect though. Every little movement she managed to win was followed perfectly by the ropes. They stayed put on every little curve of her beautiful fluffy body. The best she got was slight ruffling of her glossy fur from each hard-fought inch of movement. The ropes lay perfectly along her contours, each moved with her body like water. Where they had been placed by Anders was where they stayed.

Nala’s head tilted further forward, looking through her tightly bound fore legs and forcefully spread hind legs, watching the body of her lover giving everything to her. Each thrust bumped into her as he hilted, shifting her ever so slightly up the bed before the ropes pulled her back, ready for the next stroke. Her neck was beginning to ache, forcing her to take a small respite, dropping it backwards onto the bed. She closed her eyes to fully appreciate the slow strokes sliding in and out of her. This was new and would likely develop into more for her, but for now it was almost entirely psychological, it was just more exciting to have him fuck her in the ass than it was…{Why the fuck am I so horny if it’s just ‘new.’} The realisation struck her. She loved it because she loved him. This was still slightly painful, but having him inside of her, no matter where; just felt right. With waning resolve she realised fighting the ropes was clearly useless, she concentrated on relaxing herself fully. She began to imagine herself from his point of view, black and bronze fur, lying on the bed with sexy white lingerie covering her legs and gorgeous frilly knickers held tight to her hips. Cream and pink mottled pattern strewn across her bare flesh. Ropes corkscrewed her entire body, neck to almost the tip of her tail. She looked herself over in her mind, nipples totally untouched between the binds. Slightly glistening from the tiny amount of moisture he had given them earlier. Further down, her pussy tightly tucked inside her knickers, sopping wet fur surrounded it, wet from her excitement. The best part though, seven glistening inches of Anders’ shaft slipping right up her pink mottled ass, giving her the gentle pulses as he hilted her. The image in her mind’s eye got dirtier, she was starting to see his cock through her belly, how far into her it reached at the end of each stroke.

The image in her mind was broken, Anders had stopped, buried fully inside her again but now he was still. No resistance from her body now, over the last ten minutes it had been softly and filthily beaten into check. Able to take every inch of him and only the delicate sensations of pleasure reaching her mind. He leaned forward further, her head once again resting on the bed. Anders’ made sure his entire length remained where it was, gently clasped and warmed intensely by Nala’s body. No longer on his elbows. He slid both of his strong arms underneath her upper body to hug her. The side of his face found it’s way to her neck. His turn to enjoy her scent, he breathed in through his nose, rubbing it into the fur on her neck. His heavy body now in contact with hers gave a sudden ripple of sensation to her extremely sensitive clit and several of her nipples. A half inch of movement magnified a thousand times from the sudden stimulation of the exposed pieces of flesh. She could feel it now, her body was a beautiful ocean bay, and her orgasms were the breaking waves. The waves would build, some small, some large, but it wasn’t until one crested and crashed into that beach that she got what she deserved. The pressure on her clit and slight friction on her nipples was creating several, unmistakable waves.

“Ready?” Anders asked. Her reply was physical, she lifted her head from the resting position it had on the bed to again gaze into those lovely blue eyes. Followed by a long, wet, deliberate lick up the entire side of his face. Anders arms closed around her, hugging her tightly. He began to move. His strokes started slowly but began to gain speed. Easily going twice as fast as before already. Her ass, now thoroughly pumped and appreciative of its partner was back in her control. Nala relaxed, literally every muscle in her body. The hug from her partner held her steady, her tail hole accepting every inch of him freely; fast, and deep. She lay there enjoying the physical intimacy and tight embrace, knowing she was the centre of his universe right now. More of the loving warmth she had become so accustomed to washed through her, entering her by his deep rapid thrusts. He shifted slightly, offering her a kiss. Nala’s face turned to his; accepting willingly. Soft tongues touched and the lovers made the most of their different anatomy. A mixture of human and canine passion. Anders shifted again, bringing his arms from underneath her, weight on his elbows he began to cradle her head with both hands. Making the deep kiss between her lovely pink mottled maw and his soft lips so much easier. Breaking every so often as he panted from the immense effort he was putting in. On the next break as he took a breath, Nala grinned.

She clamped down with her ass, the sensation of his cock pumping in and out of her instantly magnified for her. This wasn’t for her though, she knew he would feel the same. He let out a little moan of appreciation. She concentrated hard on holding her little ring nice and tight for him, made so much more difficult by his cock slipping in and out past the delicate muscle. He moved in for a deep kiss, sharing saliva with her as he continued to thrust with the same speed and vigour. Nala noticed a change, the trusts were becoming less regular, less accurate. Each thrust a little off-centre; tugging her hole in a different direction every time. {He’s getting close.} Still she held the pressure, being sure it was constant throughout each of his movements, she was here for him and from what she could tell he was loving it! He broke the kiss, this time burying his face into her chest. Deep breaths in through her fur. Catching his breath and enjoying her animal but definitely female smell. He kept going, more and more erratic with the movements. Nala held firm for him, squeezing just the right amount to drive him wild! He began to slow down. “Not yet babe. Ladies first. You know that.” Anders’ slowed down, the thrusts waning in intensity. A little disappointed Nala smiled, the tiny tip of her tail that could move began to flicker and she lifted her head from the bed eagerly licking his face over and over. “You’re too good for me” he replied through heavy breaths taking a much-needed break.

Chapter 9 – For the lady

Nala had now been tied to this bed for well over an hour. Poked, prodded, pinched, fucked. All the perfect things a beautiful canine girl could want, but she needed a little break. She didn’t really, but the wine had finally found it’s way through her and she had to go. Up until now the sensual distraction had kept the thought at bay, but now that Anders was no longer inside her and she had nothing to concentrate her attention on any of her exposed flesh, she really, really needed to pee. Desperation filled her eyes and the mild panic filled her mind, she looked at Anders with those beautiful brown eyes of her’s. Willing him to let her go, if only for a few moments so she didn’t mess herself. Anders looked back, realising her distress. “What’s wrong babe, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” The warmth and care ever present in his voice. Nala shook her head quickly and flicked her nose toward the wine. “You want more?” {No dumbass, I gotta pee!} She shook her head. Anders placed a hand on Nala’s belly, “You gotta go huh?” He pressed slightly making her dribble a tiny amount of piss down her already soaked tail. “Well how are you going to go if you’re tied to the bed babe?” He grinned that usual mischievous grin. {I don’t know asshole! But I will totally just piss all over the carpet if you make me!}

Nala knew this wouldn’t happen, Ander’s had never embarrassed her, not deliberately anyway, and never to deliberately humiliate her. Ander’s knelt down, looking closely at her pussy through the bright white knickers. With two hands he carefully pulled them back and over her sexy swollen vulva, exposing her entire mottled bulge. Opening his mouth wide he took her entire cookie inside, carefully caressing her opening with his tongue. His hands gently rubbed the bottom of her belly, catching some of her nipples most definitely on purpose as they went. He pressed into her with his fingers. She fought the urge to pee, harder he pressed, fingers digging in to that vulnerable underbelly until she couldn’t hold it. A short squirt of the ex-wine shot straight into his mouth. His fingers relented and she could once again relax slightly. His cheeks were full, the short squirt seemed to be far more than he had planned. {Ha!} She thought {That’ll teach you!} The man carefully pulled back his mouth, maintaining suction across her entire lady parts as he did so, making sure he didn’t lose a drop. The final sensation cantered at the tip of her cookie as he pulled back. Standing up he left the room; cheeks round and inflated with liquid.

A few moments later Ander’s returned, his mouth now empty. He smacked his lips “Kinda musky,” he commented on the taste that must still be lingering in his mouth. He moved over to Nala. “Well babe, seems like you bought yourself exactly what you need.” He picked up yet another of her ‘toys.’ This time a long thin packet containing a catheter tube. The medical instrument came as two items, the tube, and a syringe. Up until now Nala hadn’t realised it came with a syringe, what on earth was that for? It doesn’t even have a needle, is it some kind of anaesthetic? She wouldn’t be waiting long to find out. Anders peeled open the packaging, the tube dropped out onto the bed along with the syringe filled with unknown liquid. Anders picked up the poppers bowl and exited the room, Nala lay there, utterly helpless, deciding if she needed to piss herself if she should do it gently to avoid spraying everywhere or push it out to try to save the bed and mattress. Relief as Anders returned, now with an empty bowl. He picked up the tube, looking it over along with the syringe. Quickly working out how to use the device properly he knelt down in front of her with the bowl on the floor.

The tube now in Ander’s hands found its way to the lube. It was being thoroughly slickened from top to bottom with the viscous liquid. Anders held the tube at the base with one hand and the tip with the other, at the base where it formed into two separate tubes he squeezed it. Being ready for any leakage. At the tip he gripped it as best he could, then leaned forward looking around at her deliciously poofy pussy. Looking for the right place. The silicon tip made contact with hot female flesh, slipping through those female canine lips. Once the slippery snake had found its naughty hidey hole he began to feed it into her little by little. The first inch or so didn’t really feel like much, but after that she could feel the tube had hit a hard stop. Nala knew what this was, it was blatantly the muscle for holding back her pee. Anders began to prod, poking the restriction with a soft slippery point. Nala relaxed, in the same way she would when she went to pee. Seemed logical. It felt strange, no let-up in the pressure in her bladder but that little muscle at the bottom of her bladder was obviously being fully spread. She felt the tube sliding into her, the wrong way up her urethra. More and more of it’s length slipped inside her, the once tight muscle now unable to close at all, she relented. Relaxing to accept the tube; opening her up in such a strange way. Anders picked up the syringe, he plugged it into the second opening on the bottom end of the catheter. Nala felt nothing as he squeezed the syringe, she merely looked on. Whatever it was, it had gone somewhere. Once the entire contents of the syringe had been expulsed, Anders gently pulled the catheter. It slipped back out of her, maybe three inches before it just stopped. {What the fuck?} Nala was puzzled. The tube didn’t move when he let go. The slippery flexible tube emerged from her body; somehow completely stuck inside of her, the only sensation it gave was that she was mid-stream. It definitely wasn’t moving and she definitely still needed to go.

{So strange} she thought to herself as the need to pee was totally unchanged but her bladder muscles were now wide open to accommodate the catheter. Nala looked up, slightly pulsing her abdomen, in ways that would normally relieve her current biological need. Her bladder was completely full, a fact that hadn’t changed throughout the insertion of the catheter. Nala relaxed, just to see what happened. Nothing, not a drop came out and she was still seemingly bursting! Anders lifted the bowl, and released the pinch he had on the bottom end of the catheter. Nala’s piss flowed readily into the bowl, so much faster than normal thanks to the extra width the catheter had given her. The relief was wonderful, quickly her bladder emptied into the bowl, the cleanest she’d ever felt while peeing too. No need to shake or wipe for sure. A little embarrassment overcame her knowing she was filling a bowl with what was normally very musky bodily fluid. {I hope it doesn’t smell too strong.} A fleeting thought before she remembered he had literally forced her to pee in his mouth not five minutes earlier, even if it was sort of by accident. {I’m sure it’s fine.} Another strange and new experience greeted her. She was completely empty, totally relieved but her bladder was telling her she was still going. The catheter interfering with the normal functioning of her body. A few squeezes of her pelvic floor and the catheter stood firm, it was going to tell her she is still pissing whether she wants it or not.

The bowl now full, Anders stood up and gave the bottom end of the catheter a little shake to empty out the last few drops. Nala’s clit instantly lit up! A million nerve endings firing everywhere within it! The tube, on the outside, was lying as physically close to her entire clitoral tissue as possible. And on the inside, running literally through the largest portions of her most sensitive pleasure organ. Further inside of her and it was sat just on the inside of the base of her vagina, exactly where her g-spot is. Her legs jolted against the ropes, body flapping wildly side to side; her head lolling around on the bed. It only lasted a mere second but when every neuron is screaming it’s unbearable! {Holy shit that was intense!} The sensation filled her entire feminine pleasure centre all at once. It felt good, but utterly overwhelming. Sadly, the sensation was far too powerful to be usable. Anders, looked on, still bending over with the bowl in one hand, the catheter in the other. He shook it again. The same level of intensity bursting out of her femininity; filling her entire body with the feeling. {I’m going to tear your throat out if you keep doing it!} Nala thought to herself after the next half-second explosion between her legs. His eyes bulged “I like that.” He commented slyly.

Anders placed the bowl down, now, very carefully and delicately handling the catheter, he’s a tease, but not cruel. He lifted it up and carefully slid it underneath the knickers bunched up at the top of her cookie. Til now they had been held back by the huge swell that was her labia. Threading the catheter through them he pulled the knickers back over her pussy to cover it up with the angellic white material. Now with the catheter poking out of the top of her waistband. He slipped the end underneath one of the ropes around her belly, then another, and another, running it up the middle of her body, underneath the ropes to hold it in place. He kept going, very gently tugging until he hit the tiniest resistance. The tube now emerged from her bladder, the constant urge to go replacing the constantly full bladder. The slippery tube was now caressing her clit ever so slightly inside that pair of lacey underwear. Held tightly against the very tip of her labia by the tight panties. Gorgeous lingerie she had chosen herself. At the other end, it was pinched off and held in place with several binds of rope, travelling up her body. Nala wriggled her hips. The sensation was exquisite! Her clit would bump into the tube as she moved left, then slip past the silicon teaser and emerge the other side, ready for her hips to swing the other way. It felt just like Anders when he used his fingers! There was more though, the tube being buried right into her body was adding more with each movement of her hips. Under her own control now she was much more able to manage the intensity. Her movements were extremely slow, a long-drawn-out twist of her lower body with a very pronounced pop! as her clit slipped past the tube.

“Looks like you’ll be fine for a few minutes, hah!” Anders picked up the very full bowl and took it away. Nala lie there, eyes closed, head back, shifting her sexy skinny ass side to side working on her orgasm. Not like before where she was just enjoying herself. Now she was very slowly making the wave of her climax bigger and bigger, getting ready to make it crest and crash. Each time her clit slipped past the tube the wave got bigger and a tiny crest appeared before gently disappearing. The longer she moved the more ready she got. Those tiny crests made her stop from time to time just to be sure they didn’t cause the wave to crash. She didn’t want to cum just yet. That’s Ander’s job. Speak of the devil. Ander’s had returned, but Nala continued, not acknowledging his return, she was far too busy concentrating on moving her hips in just the right way. Anders had brought with him a clean, empty bowl, her guess was for more of the poppers. In the other hand, some more beer for himself. He knelt at the side of the bed, still she ignored him. He knelt there watching her twist her body back and forth, ever so gently bringing herself to completion. Anders reached out with a hand; slipping his fingers under the back of her head. Arm flat on the bed. He gave a steady ruffle of the fur on the back of her neck. rubbing it gently and rhythmically. Nala turned to face him and opened her eyes half way, still moving her hips. “Ready for more?” He asked, smiling.

Nala’s nostrils flared and let out a big breath, she nodded at him wondering just which one of the toys she had bought was going to be used on her next. “There’s still some wine left?” he posited. Having already decided what was next for her he had already stood up again. She followed him with her eyes as he walked over to the next item, waiting for him to look at her again. He picked something up. Metal, dangerous, surgical, and very exciting looking. Seeing he was looking over at her, for a moment she flicked her head toward the wine. Anders looked at what was in his hand and asked “You sure about this?” Her head again flicked toward the wine bowl. Anders obliged and brought the bowl to her; letting her lap it up. Decorum now gone; she was pretty drunk, red flecks of wine spattering the bedding. Saliva escaping down the sides of her mouth. Anders reached out a hand under her chin. Cupping her lower jaw at the base. Fingers one side, thumb the other of her lower jaw he wiped her by running his cupped hand from the back to the front of her mouth. Holding the point of her jaw, his fingers; saliva soaked, he lifted her head. “You’re sure now though, right?” he grinned, referring to the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed over the last few hours.

A very weak thought interrupted Nala’s pleasure, {Is it too much for him? Did I go too far with any of this?} The alcohol did it’s job and suppressed those oh-so boring ideas. Anders opened the packaging on the next ‘instrument.’ Definitely no toy, the anal speculum was cold, hard, metal, and quite intimidating looking. When Nala was doing her shopping, she just couldn’t let the idea go. She had to know what it felt like. But now looking at it in person, she was beginning to get a little worried. The speculum was hardly a medical instrument, an anal spreader really. It wasn’t the tongue type, two long tongues that slip into the orifice of choice. No, it had four prongs, each on its own arm coming out of handles; a bit like a pair of pliers. Between the handles was a screw thread and knurled nut. Anders began to twist the nut and watched, along with Nala, as the four prongs began to evenly grow further and further apart. Wider and wider they went. His eyes started to bulge in his head, and that usual grin of mischief flashed across his face. He wound the nut right to the end and showed the instrument to Nala. The alcohol couldn’t stifle the now mild panic. {That has to be like 4 inches wide! Oh fuck, please untie me!} No sooner had she gone over the situation, and decided she’d had enough than the spreader was fully closed, lubricated, and out of sight by her backside. No matter how much she strained to lift her head from the bed she couldn’t even see Anders to try and convey her worry.

The prongs slipped inside her ass, cold, hard, but so far very little sensation. “Just say when to stop.” Anders voice and tone instantly reassured her, she’d never be able to ‘say’ anything but she knew he would be careful with her. “Hmm” he gave a pondering tone as he held the spreader in place. The ropes holding her tail tugged and pulled, shifted and slipped. A few moments later and she could feel the handles tucked neatly into her tail ropes, the spreader perfectly lined up with her asshole. Sitting just deep enough to fully get past her tight mottled ring. Anders stood up, seemingly distracted. He picked up more of the poppers and spilled them into the clean bowl he brought with him. The now fresh bowl of poppers landed next to her head, “You seemed to like them earlier.” He walked around the bed again to continue his exqisite assault on her backside. She felt the first twist, so much different to everything up to now. Tensing felt so much different around the unyielding metal. Not like a soft human cock that could be squeezed and shaped slightly. No. This was unforgiving. Tensing just made the muscle stretch further under the pressure. It still felt good, just, different.

Each twist added to the tightness. Her muscle in contact with the cold metal reflexively tried to tense a little in resistance; but ultimately was gradually forced open. She could feel as she was being opened further and further, Anders was having to twist harder and harder. Very quickly she was reaching her limit. It was her first time after all. {How wide is it?} She wondered, feeling like the instrument was probably nearing its widest point. Nala tilted her head to the poppers and caught a breath full. The tension disappeared. She lifted her head and looked at Anders. He looked back, seemingly mesmerised by what he was looking at up until this point. A pink and beige mottled elastic band held open with a surgical instrument. Inside, a thinly lined, blood and nerve ending saturated flesh tunnel. “Should I stop?” Nala replied with a slight shake of her head. The next turn came; and forced the elastic ring of her backside ever so slightly wider. He was now literally struggling to turn the handle to get any wider. The single breath from the poppers gave her the now familiar heart race, and something else new. The blood vessels in her little ring in contact with the metal struggled to pump past the intruders. It felt amazing, a little swell and release with every single heartbeat concentrated right at the four; cold, metal, fingers holding her wide open. Only made sexual by where the sensation was, just a pleasant enhanced sensation she couldn’t have predicated as her nerves fired off a positive feeling. The single breath was wearing off, and she felt the tension coming back. Because she was already wider open than before, it wasn’t painful, it made her want more. Another breath of poppers. A hint in Anders direction, and another twist from the spreader. Nala felt absolutely wide open and could only imagine what her lover could see. Whatever it was, he seemed to be enjoying it.

The canine needed more, one twist every few minutes just wasn’t cutting it. She wanted to push the limit. She twisted her head into the poppers bowl, accidentally flipping it over, spilling the contents mostly on the bed but partially on her face. {Shit that stings!} The liquid soaked into her fur around her nose and quickly evaporated. A thick fog of the chemical made her eyes run and her mind somersault as the toxic spikes drove themselves into her head. Anders jumped up to help, held back by an angry growl from Nala. He raised his eyebrows as she heavily inhaled the fog surrounding her head. When they had stopped stinging, she widened her eyes, glaring at him between her legs as a hint. Anders dropped to his knees behind her once more, but still ready to rescue her from the dense fog she had created. He continued twisting the handles. It took his entire arm to turn the nut now, her asshole was absolutely at its limit. The spreader, unyielding, held her wide open, the cool air from the room kissing the extremely delicate flesh within. It held firm, no amount of squeezing from her helpless little butthole could shrink the spreader even a millimetre. She began to whine with the last little pull. Getting higher pitched, any further she thought she was probably going to do some damage. Maybe she already had, but she didn’t care, it felt way too fucking good!

Anders hearing the whine had clearly taken this as the right time to stop. He jumped across the room, determined to make the most of it, he acted fast. He grabbed another packet, tearing it with his teeth frantically. Battery, remote, bullet vibe all dropped out and were quickly assembled. Nala’s mind was still under complete control of the poppers fog that was surrounding her. The pulsing at each of those cold fingers continued as she steadily breathed in the fog around her face. Basically, ready for anything she was gently pulsing her asshole, fighting that unrelenting piece of metal forcing her completely open. The gentle pulse getting stronger each time she tried to squeeze. Anders got down behind her and once more carefully peeled the knickers over her labia. The catheter sprung out of the lingerie giving a much milder version of what happened earlier when he had shook it. The sound of the vibe as he switched it on filled the room, a second later and Nala felt it… Everywhere. Barely able to lift her head she caught a glimpse by tilting it sideways and looking at him from the side. He was holding the vibe between the catheter and her clit. She could feel her orgasm rapidly returning, the vibes inside her providing the mini crests needed to make the wave break. Nala tensed up, concentrating on the vibrations in her clit, the constant tension made unusually difficult by the spreader. The unrelenting nature of the spreader made her more curious and more horny! When she came, and she wouldn’t be able to stop her pelvic floor pulsing to the ripples of her climax, what is that going to feel like while her backside is being spread wide open? She needed to know. She wanted to cum! Hard.

Her hips dug into the bed, chest forced upward, toes curling on all four legs. Head back and eyes closed. Her clit hummed away. She was listening to it, both the sound and through her body. The huge wave of her orgasm hit a peak, {almost fucking there!} it continued to roll, not quite enough to crest just yet. She had to relax for a second, dropping her body, so far unsatisfied. A moment later and she was back to trying hard to cum. Back arched again, burning hundreds of calories, cramping up to try and reach that single moment of pleasure. Fluffy chest raising from the bed as her head and hips dug into the mattress. Jaw clamped shut in concentration. Skinny ankles of her hind legs held wide. Her whole body began to shake, she was SO close! The tiny little ring of her backside took one final stretch. Anders had given the spreader a final twist. It was just the crest she needed, her orgasm broke, crashing down over her body. She dropped to the bed, the hard work was done. The wonderful feeling began at her humming clit. Wave after wave of muscle spasm and endorphins flowed through her. Her breathing rapid and heavy, she lay there, still helpless but in complete bliss, occasionally her whole body twitched within the ropes. She could feel every muscle in her pussy and backside still pulsing with the slowly diminishing tide.

Anders, after being sure she had fully enjoyed the vibe directly connected to her clit, slipped it into her still gently pulsing pussy. Her head shot up to look, but her reflexes brought it straight back down again. The vibe now pressed firmly into her g-spot. Seems the wave had never really gone away, in only a few moments she was right on the edge again. Muscles tensed from nose to tail. Anders placed his mouth right over the tip of her labia, making sure to mask his teeth with his lips he began to bite into it gently. She could feel her clit being gently caressed by his mouth. Every, single, bite. Squeezed then released. Over and over again. Her orgasm, just as big and just as ready as the last waited for more, the trigger. The steady hum on her g-spot travelling both directions through the catheter wasn’t quite enough. She felt his fingers slip out of her pussy leaving the vibe in place, humming mercilessly into her g-spot. She got what she wanted. A tight squeeze to her nipples. Closest to her clit, they set it off like a firework. She now did something she’d never done before. A gentle howl, not like a wolf, but strangely calm and delicate. Like a finely tuned instrument. Once again, she could relax as the orgasm took control over her body. The singular and precise pitch of her quiet howl faltered, changing volume and tone as her body pulsed and clenched while she came. Over and over her body clenched fully, her musical tone jumping and squealing each time it did. For a full minute her whole body fluttered in place against the ropes, gradually subsiding as the orgasm diminished. A singular thought in her head: {I love this man.}

Chapter 10 – For the Gentleman

{Ow ow ow ow ow, get it out oh my god!} Unable to speak Nala tried to convey what she was feeling. Her only means of portraying her current needs were with a desperate look in her eye. That same look of desperation she had used earlier she now looked at Anders with again. Already around her loins he made the assumption. Gently dipping into her pussy with his fingers he retrieved the vibe. Then, released the spreader allowing her little muscle to contract to a much more natural position. He carefully pulled the spreader out of the ropes holding it in place. Nala continued to look at him with the same expression, until she was free of all intruders she was extremely uncomfortable. Next, and finally, Anders reattached the syringe to the catheter, releasing the bubble holding it in place. Rather than pull he just let it slip out of her. {Ahh!} Relief. Up until cumming; everything felt amazing, then it quickly just began to hurt, what’s up with that? “I hope you want to do that again. When you came I could see you cumming inside and out.” “You looked beautiful it was unbelievable.” His kind words helped reduce the soreness she was now experiencing, the warm glow only he could summon drifting through her again. The multiple orgasms were completely worth the soreness in her backside, but the appreciation from Anders was the absolute cherry on top!

Nala lay there in the afterglow, quietly reliving some of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had. Just mulling over how hard she’d cum with her butthole wide open the entire time. It had only been 12 months since she’d learned the special ability of her pussy to put her in a state of pure bliss. But after tonight, it seems she’s far dirtier than that. The other, so far, totally unused, and much tighter orifice seemed to produce much more delicious results. Now ignored by the completely satisfied canine bitch, the pool of the poppers still lay off to one side of her head. She won’t be needing them any time soon. After the effort it needed to muster that last climax, she isn’t going to be cumming again for some time. Concern flashed into her head. {He still hasn’t had any fun, we can’t stop now.} The dichotomy pushed itself to the front of her mind. She was practically exhausted and totally spent, but she was here for him, just like he was here for her. The slight pain she could feel in her backside butting in, she still wanted him to feel as good as she did, even if it meant he made her even more sore. Anders had relieved her little bum from it’s extreme expansion, her pussy from it’s direct stimulant to her clit and g-spot. Realising she was satisfied he continued to release the many constraints imprisoning her. Strange, Nala didn’t feel relief, or gratitude. Almost disappointment. The ropes offered something unique. Every decision removed from her, being used. Lovingly; and deeply. The entire time it was a one sided exchange. The bitch, tied down, helpless, got everything she wanted. So strange to be so vulnerable but her partner only ever made efforts to satisfy her. The ropes fell away from her tail, releasing it. It was sopping wet from all the delightful things she had experienced, partly artificial but mostly her own, all-natural wetness. Swishing her tail, it felt cold from all the sexy dribbling. The rest of her body began to regain control as more ropes fell away. Her being the centre of attention was slipping away along with the ropes. Now it was his turn. Nala was determined, the same way he made her feel, she must give him the same! She needed to give as good as she got.

The ropes now untied and in a pile on the floor, blood began to much more freely flow through her limbs. Blood flow that had been slightly hindered for the last few hours. She felt stiff, flipping over onto her front, she lay on the bed and gave her head a shake. She jumped off the side of the bed. Landing on the ground, immediately collapsing under her own weight. All four skinny legs and tail splayed in every direction. She felt weak all over. Anders laughed. “Careful there Bambi.” Nala’s eyes rolled. {He’s such a dick.} Her legs in every direction, body flat to the floor, lower jaw resting on the carpet. She lay there waiting for the blood; and sensation to return to all of her limbs. Anders in the meantime came over to her, careful not to step on her. He slid a hand under her neck lifting her head from the floor. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her head from snout to ears repeatedly with his other hand, “I’ll give you a minute babe.” She felt so safe, temporarily crippled, but crippled. her mouth wasn’t able to smile in the same way a human could, but if it could, she would have smiled right now. Anders placed her head down on the floor again. Standing up straight she saw him look at the bed, surveying the damage. Nala’s exceptional hearing picked up a murmured comment. “So fucking worth it.” He mumbled. {Not now!} The comment eliciting a little leak escaped from her lady lips as she lay there, aching on the carpet.

While Nala’s body painfully regained it’s mobility, Anders had once again slipped out of the room. Sounds from the house revealed he had gone for a pee himself, then skipped down the stairs to visit the fridge. He came back with the vodka, having exhausted his own beer and she, her wine. One hand, the vodka, the other, a huge coke bottle. Diet, of course. Both were now clearly drunk, Nala in several ways, the poppers, her incredible orgasms afterglow, and the wine. Anders, pretty much only his beer. He stepped over her as he walked into the bedroom and placed down the bottles on the bed side table. He picked up the spilled poppers bowl from the bed and put it down next to her now vodka-coke bowl. After pouring a mixture into her drinks bowl he then poured an equivalent mixture into his own glass. Nala still didn’t move, still recovering from the binds he was responsible for, she didn’t feel like rushing just yet. Pins and needles in every limb keeping her still. Ander’s lay back on the bed “ARGH!” Quickly sitting back up. “Shit that’s cold.” He stood up at the foot of the bed and picked up the duvet, flipping it over and shaking it until it covered the bed again. Hiding the several wet patches the poppers, and multiple bodily fluids had caused. He dropped back again, legs off the end of the bed, on his back, body flat in the middle. Nala could hear his breathing, much heavier than normal. She could tell he was getting tired, ready to sleep.

The sleek black and bronze canine gained her second wind. She, herself, was completely satisfied. Two incredible orgasms, like non she’d ever had before. Now sore, drunk, and tired. {Not a chance} she thought. She shook her head as she stood up, shaking clear the idea of giving up now. Her limbs regained their durability. Anders lying still on the bed; face up and breathing heavily. Very obviously drifting into sleep. Nala brought her body parallel to the edge of the bed, pressing her hips into it and walking forward, the panties gripped the bed and slipped over her teeny butt and folded tail. She continued, large exaggerated movements of her hind legs helped the sopping wet knickers off of her. Eventually they fell between her hind legs, she stepped out of them, and looked back at the crumpled mess. A bit too close to the bed she decided to move them. Turning round she dipped her head and picked them up with her maw. {Gah!} Her own horny mess completely filled her senses. She couldn’t resist, her tongue pushed forward in her mouth to properly sample the liquid lust. Nala never knew she tasted so good, the alcohol and poppers allowing the thought to linger. {So this is what Ander’s likes so much. Not bad}

The heat-soaked knickers were tossed into the en-suite, to be worried about later. Nala then headed to the bed and jumped up from the side. Treading gingerly, she walked over to the bedside table and clumsily lapped at the {Quadruple, maybe quintuple vodka-coke. Wow that’s a strong drink.} She drank heavily, enjoying the loss of her faculties. Once she had decided that’s enough, she turned around. With soft steps Nala walked a semi-circle to bring herself to the 69 position. Keeping clear of his arms as she went. She didn’t want to disturb the snoozy boy just yet. Nala stopped, head and body swaying slightly from the alcohol. Tucking her head between her fore legs to get a better view she carefully shifted her hind legs to line herself up. Right where she wanted. Right now, if she could have giggled, this was absolutely a situation she would have.

The sexy quadruped, now in position, dipped her nose, hovering it just millimetres from Ander’s semi-hard, almost asleep cock. She noticed that considering the sounds he was making, and him seemingly almost being asleep he still basically had a hard on! She began to breath in through her nostrils, taking in the male musk from as close as possible. She began to recall the nights events. The smell was a mixture, his and her’s, but for some reason both were making her hotter. Her head swam with lust. She was totally in heat, and because of this, definitely amenable to basically any male. But the familiarity of this smell, so many associations she had with it already. Every single one of them positive, naughty, loving, so powerful. Right now though, she began to recall the heavy pounding her ass had received while she was completely helpless, tied up, slightly drunk and horny as fuck. It didn’t take long, a light stream of scent, and heat, induced horny bitch dribbled from her beautiful pink mottled pussy. Right on target, the droplets splashed Ander’s face. “What the!” Anders came back to consciousness almost immediately. His face screwed up from the sexiest Chinese water torture ever to have existed. Rubbing it out of his eyes he looked up and smiled. “You dirty BITCH!” he exclaimed. Nala knew what to do, she bucked her hind legs, squishing her poofy pussy right into Ander’s face.

Nala began to grind her hips, her huge, in-heat pussy covering almost half of his face. The slick liquid she had been producing the entire night helping it slide up and down all over his face. Nala watched Ander’s semi-hard cock turn back into a rock-hard toy for her almost instantly. Nala took the compliment in kind, causing her to simply become even more slick, producing more and more, doggy-girl scented, lubricant. Her hips bucked and thrust, jilted and shoved, smearing her soft wet flesh into Ander’s face. In response his hands had gripped her hips, holding, stroking, and rubbing her gently, offering a little support to make things even easier for her. He gripped her momentarily pushing her upwards. A deep breath later and her slippery swollen heat was pulled right back to his face. By now he had once again found her clit. Managing to keep the point of her pussy in his mouth, caressing it in the exact perfect way she liked. Nala pulled away, she’d had her fun, she wanted Anders to have some too! His hands pulled her back, continuing to turn her to a shaking, needy, bitch in heat. She pulled again, lifting her hind quarters away from his face, shaking like a leaf from how much she was enjoying it.

She growled, she wasn’t just a bitch in heat. She was more than that, she had her own mind and she wanted to give him as good as she had been given. Strange, it feels like he is completely fine with just making her cum over and over again. Ander’s loosened his grip, dropping his hands by his sides. Looking up at the totally soaked cookie above him he licked his lips and gave a slight “Mmmmmm.” Her cookie responded as it always did to him, a little dribble once again. Dripping to his face. He acted fast, opening his mouth to catch her filthy lube. He smacked his lips, apparently savouring the taste. Nala did what she always did when she was in control: paws and claws everywhere. She flipped around, a full 180, to face him. Fore paws now on his shoulders, head drooped to get close to his face she positioned her hind legs either side of his hips. Nala dropped her fore legs bringing her face closer to Anders, closing her eyes and moving in for a kiss she was greeted with the same affection. The two lay there, the female canine on top of the male human, kissing with all the love in the world. Teeth occasionally bumping from their drunkenness, neither seemed to mind as they connected in pure love.

Nala’s hips dropped. Her deliciously slippery pussy slid around as it found his rock-hard cock. She began to grind on his member. Nala could feel it between the folds of her pussy, throbbing with the movements of her body. She continued the slippery assault, similar movements to those her hips had just been performing on his face. Anders cock seemed to be just as happy with the canine grinding her hips into his cock as his face did. Who wouldn’t be happy about that? Nala slid forward and tilted her hips, trying to line up her canine vulva with human cock. It slid right past her entrance and gave her clit an extra special rub as it went. Anders sent a hand down to his hips and grabbed his cock, lifting it a little, giving her a better chance. She slid those lovely fluffy hips forward, past his tip. Anders cock lifted an inch or so off his belly. Nala, feeling the flick as her pussy slid past his tip, very slowly began to slide back down with her hips. His tip touched her entrance. Perfect aim, probably by accident but she could feel it right at the opening of her pussy.

Nala pushed harder with her hips. Moving downwards she felt his tip enter her swollen cookie. Being a canine it was hardly a straight shot, as she slid more of his cock into her, she felt her pussy slide up towards her tail hole. For the first contour anyway, then slide slightly back away from her butt. The odd path adding some additional tension to her lover. Giving him an extra special level of sensation. Nala continued backwards with her hips, sliding more and more of him into her. This wasn’t her ass though, her pussy was definitely shorter than necessary to take all of him. His tip bumped her cervix, at least two inches waited patiently outside of her. Nala thrust, slowly at first. A little more slipped in, she was absolutely soaking at this point after all. She kept pushing, but FUCK! That hurts! Two inches of rock-hard Anders was still waiting. She wanted to show all of him her warmth, but she knew it had never happened before, not in her cookie, and for sure it had never mattered before.

Canine pussy slipped up and down, tickling human cock. Each thrust had an extra special tightness to it, thanks to her extra special canine contours. Being drunk, Nala was very persistent, deep thrusts all the way to her cervix every single time. Full tension on the entrance to her cookie. Anders was obviously enjoying the heavy and rapid thrusts from his beautiful partner. Squirming, moaning, and throbbing at every thrust. She continued, getting faster, she totally understood he would absolutely be unable to contain himself if she just went full bore. She lay her fore legs along his chest, hind legs crept slightly forward either side of his hips. She was in her fastest position. Her hind legs could really pump her pussy into him like this. Despite this, Nala knew Anders was totally there for her, if she gave him any sign of weakness he would totally take control and force her to cum over and over again. Sacrificing his own carnal pleasure for hers. This is great, but right now, she was determined it was his turn. Her hind quarters thrust up and down. Now going as quickly as she could, her fluffy un-groomed tail swishing up and down in opposition. It wasn’t long before Nala began to tire. This man was insatiable! He had unbelievable resolve! Her fore legs folded and her full weight landed on Anders chest.

Far from upset; Anders took this as an invitation, his hips began to move for her, slowly at first. The mattress gave him some help, each thrust into her was delicious, just enough to fill her pussy, but only just enough to kiss her cervix without hurting her. {God fucking damn it. I’m supposed to be making him cum this time!} Anders continued the movement, a fairly slow but completely regular thrust. Nala’s hips began to move in unison, the couple completely in sync, enjoying each other’s bodies. Nala’s tail dropped, she was getting close. Again. Anders for some stupid reason realised this and sped up his thrusts into her. Nala couldn’t help herself, a gentle whine began to leave her gorgeous maw. Her head came to rest on his shoulder, the sound of her third impending orgasm directed straight into Anders ear. Anders pace instantly picked up, the more lovely noises she made the faster he went. Nala, having lost her energy, now completely still, getting thrust into by an enthusiastic Anders realised what she needed to do.

Nala’s head extended forward, she began to give a very suppressed howl, just like before, almost musical. Anders somehow picked up the pace. His thrusts into her becoming more and more deep as he listened to her ‘verbal’ appreciation. Nala dropped her head again into his shoulder; enjoying the rapid thrusts into her swollen and fertile vagina. She began, fully intending to be in command, but by now it was clear Anders had taken control once again. A hand pressed down just above the base of her tail, helping his cock thrust into her. Nala began to relax once more, she was being pounded in just the right way and was completely comfortable, lying on top of her man. Nala pulled her head back, looking into Ander’s eyes. She held where she was, waiting for what he would do next. Anders looked up at her, his beautiful blue eyes looked into hers. Nala still didn’t know what to do, she rested her head on top of him, enjoying the regular thrusts into her pussy. {Fucking hell it’s like he doesn’t even care if he cums.} Her thoughts invaded and took over her mind. The truth began to fill her consciousness. {He could have done anything to me earlier but he chose to satisfy me?} Nala’s cognition drifted to the ‘ahem’ absurd. Nala recalled every single intimate moment she had shared with Anders.

{Not once was he selfish! Every single time we’re together he only ever tries to make me feel good, to make me feel special. He deserves this!} She raised herself up on her fore legs again, tilting her hips slightly towards him to help him penetrate her as deep as possible. Nala’s hips began to move again, rapid thrusts right from the off. her hips pumping hard into Anders. She didn’t have his speed but that didn’t matter. She could tell he was getting close too. Over the next few minutes she gave him the sexiest massage of his life. Pink mottled flesh stroked his shaft gently, but quickly in short bursts of energy. Nala’s hind legs began to lose accuracy. She kept going, his cock kissed her cervix. Every, single, time. Anders expression changed, he was nearly there. She wondered how she might give him that little extra to make him finish. Already going as fast as her body would allow she needed something else. Something feral. It was what she’s best at. Nala dipped her head, opening her mouth wide she wrapped her maw around his body, between his shoulder and neck. Still thrusting just as fast as before she bit down hard.

Anders yelled out! The bite clearly painful. His hips bucked, lifting him from the bed. Now that he had moved, Nala’s next thrust went extra deep, his cock thumping hard into her cervix. The minor pain startling her slightly. She rolled her hips back with Anders deep inside her. Rolling her hips in a circle to keep up the sexy massage. Anders cock began to pulse as he climaxed. Thick, hot, viscous cum was being pumped into Nala’s pussy, painting every inch of her cervix with his red-hot love. A strong inhalation from the canine girl indicated her enjoyment. She kept up the flowing motion of her hips, back and forth. Being sure to bite a little harder. She wanted ALL of it! The red-hot male love fluid continued to fill her up. {God yes!} Anders had begun to hug her, one arm around her body, the other pushing her hips into him at the base of her fluffy tail. Lying still, the orgasm pulsing through his entire body, he was obviously fully appreciating her efforts.

She kept up the movement until his hips slowly backed off into the mattress. Making sure it lasted as long as possible for him. His hand moved from her tailbone, no longer pressing her into him. Now spent; he began to rub her fluffy body up and down with both hands. “You can let go now.” A gentle hand ruffled the fur on the back of Nala’s neck. Nala took a moment to understand. A mild panic entering her mind as she realised her transgression. She released her jaw and pulled her head back. Her sharp teeth escaped his skin. {Oh shit!} Blood trickled out of Anders’ shoulder, biting carefully clearly isn’t really a thing when you’re a drunk doggo. She gave high pitched concerned whines for him, licking at the wound she’d just given him. “It’s fine babe, honestly.” Anders grabbed her head and brought it to his, “Leave it, it’s fine. Not sure how I’m going to explain that one if anyone sees it though.” He gave her nose another kiss. He held her head away from the wounds as she tried to tend to them. Closing his eyes, his arms slumped either side of him on the bed. “I’m fucked.” Anders clearly wanting to go back to sleep. Nala, with Anders still inside of her was a little anxious to fall asleep. After all, he now had a very suspicious dog bite. Anders was already spent though, not interested in dealing with the current problems til later. Effectively alone now, Nala shuffled a little, sliding her fore legs under his arms to get comfortable. Resting her head on his chest, she closed her eyes.