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The sun was already awfully low in the sky as David returned home from work. After five days of exhausting office grind, the weekend had finally arrived, and the only thing he wanted for the rest of his day was a nice, relaxing evening on his couch, watching TV. He only had to take one more corner, head down one more side street, and finally walk up the few steps to the porch of his little townhouse before he could drop his stuffy work suit and toss aside that suffocating tie.

Digging through his pockets, the tired worker was about to pull out his key when he noticed that his neighbor was relaxing on a deck chair on her porch, enjoying the last warm rays of the setting sun. The squat corgi girl was dressed in an oversized, garish pink sleep shirt and a wide straw hat, sticking out like a sore thumb against the plain white and brown of her lounger and wooden veranda.

At the jingling of his keys, the corgi opened her large brown eyes and turned toward him, her muzzle widening with an eager smile. A smile far too eager for his current mood and liking. "Good evening, David~" the canine cooed in a honeyed voice, her tail swishing with excitement.

"Evening, Miranda."

"Long day?"

"Yes, another very long day," David sighed, almost dropping his keys as he tried to unlock his door. He could feel that the corgi was still staring at him, and when he turned toward her, she was leaning over the armrest of her lounger, peering at him with the biggest, neediest puppy-dog eyes he had ever seen. "Is it that time of the month again?"

"Maaaaaaybe?"

David shot Miranda a hesitant look. "Do you need me to help you again?"

The corgi nodded without hesitation, her expression coy and her ears lowered while her tail wagged so furiously that it shook her whole plump rump.

Not yet responding, David turned the key, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. Then he took a deep breath and waved at the eager canine. "Alright, come in then."

Miranda's ears perked up and she leaped off her lounger before he was even done talking. "Thanks, David!" she yipped as she dashed from her porch to his, racing past him faster than her long sleep shirt and short, stubby legs should have allowed.

The corgi's enthusiasm elicited a languid chuckle from the man. She was barely half his size, yet always had twice his energy, no matter the time of day.

Dragging himself into his home, David put his keys on the key rack, dropped his wallet into the drawer below his landline, slipped out of his dress coat, and loosened his tie to take the first free breath in ten hours. He paused to roll his eyes when he heard his surprise guest's needy whine from next door, mentally preparing to help her with her condition. At her next, noticeably less patient whimper, he took another deep breath. Then he turned around and headed into the living room to join her.

The corgi had already made herself at home on the man’s couch, lying on her back with her stubby legs dangling over the edge of the upholstery. Her garish pink sleep shirt was a crumpled heap on the carpet as she had stripped down to her fluffy, cream-brown fur and delicious curves, flaunting a pair of fat, pillowy breasts with thick black buds, a big, fluffy butt, two more rows of nipples down her fuzzy white belly, and the fattest, plumpest, and juiciest cookie he had ever seen, soaked and dripping from her heat, tight and so desperate for dick. Her voluptuous assets bounced and jiggled wildly thanks to her inexhaustibly wagging tail, and although she had only just arrived, the air was already heavy with the thick, pungent musk of a bitch in heat.

"There you are!" Miranda greeted him, her tail wagging even harder. “You like what you see?”

David nodded, spellbound by the sight and smell of the eagerly presenting corgi girl. This was a lot hotter than it had any right to be, and his exhaustion from a whole week’s work rapidly gave way to invigorating arousal.

Drawn in like a moth to a lamp, the man stumbled toward Miranda, dropped between her lazily splayed legs, and started fumbling with his belt and the buttons of his shirt as his clothes were growing uncomfortably tight and hot. So close to her, her heat manifested as a physical warmth, a thick cloud of her potent pheromones enveloping him and permeating his every breath as he slipped out of his shirt and unzipped his fly with shaky fingers. "Fuck, I forgot how good you smell when you're in heat, Miranda. Also, were you always this plump down here?"

"You say that every time," the corgi giggled, biting her lip as he slipped a hand into his pants. Her anticipation unraveled into a relieved "Fuck yes!" when he pulled out his rock-hard, throbbing erection, and her tail wagged faster still, her fat spade jiggling and clenching with a wet, meaty smack. "What are you waiting for? Come on! Put it in already! Fuck me!"

David knew better than to refuse a needy bitch in heat, so he quickly shuffled closer to the edge of the couch and aligned his tip with the corgi's snug, swollen entrance. Even just prodding the black folds, he could feel how hot and sopping wet she was.

The fleeting touch was also more than enough to draw a breathy whine from the corgi’s muzzle. Her whole body arched up, her tail abruptly paused its incessant swishing, and her cookie flicked down toward her tight pink pucker as her instincts took over. Hugging her pillowy tits against her chest, she leered at him with big, dilated eyes, drool dripping from the tongue dangling from her open muzzle. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Miranda's words melted into a throaty moan when the man bucked his hips and invaded her wet cookie with a loud slurp. Initially, he only managed to bury his glans inside her before she clamped up hard, but once her powerful vaginal muscles slackened again, he continued to push deeper. Bit by bit, inch by inch, he claimed her incredibly tight, furiously clenching channel, stretching her out and making her whine, writhe, and shake with pleasure as he rubbed his dick against all her sensitive spots.

"Ah, your pussy is even tighter than I remember, Miranda," David groaned.

"And you're so big! Fuck, it's stretching me so much," the busty, stocky corgi whined. "Deeper, David! Deeper! I can take it!"

With an obliging grunt, he gave her what she asked for, shoving the rest of his swollen cock into her puffy cookie, only to leave it stuck deep inside for a moment, basking in her divine, clenching tightness. Even his balls partook in the fun as they rested against the fat, flexing rim of her spade, bathing in her hot, wet juices. "This is so good," he sighed, his week of toil becoming an increasingly distant afterthought. "Just what I needed right now." At the same time, the rush of pleasure got him hungry for more as he hadn't had any time or energy to relieve himself this week, and he finally pulled back with a wet squelch.

"Yes!" Miranda howled, her eyes out of focus and her muzzle wide open as the man began to work her spade with slow, deep strokes.

In and out, David had to work for every single thrust as the canine kept clenching around his cock, but her channel's frantic contractions only sweetened the stimulation. He swiftly lost himself in the rush, in the wet warmth, and the vigorous massage, groans and sighs of pleasure pouring as liberally from his lips as cries of joy from the corgi's muzzle, and her insides were getting even hotter and wetter now that she was receiving the dicking her heat-ridden body had been clamoring for.

Within only a few thrusts, the man felt the first signs of a long overdue orgasm. A warm, electrifying tingle spread through him, spurring him on just as much as Miranda's blissful moans, and he slowly picked up the pace, stretching and straightening her tight pussy with growing passion to make her sing even louder. If she hadn't been his neighbor, he would've been worried about what the neighbors would think of the guttural screams coming from his home.

Then again, David hardly cared what anyone thought about anything right now as he had completely lost himself in the sensation of the corgi's wonderful spade. Bending over her, he gripped her soft, fluffy waist to thrust even faster and harder, savoring the pure bliss on her face and the sight of her bouncing, jiggling tits. So full and soft, they basically begged for his attention, and he gladly slipped his hands onto the two luscious mounds, squeezing and kneading them, stroking her sensitive black nipples to make her squeal even harder.

All the while, David's hips continued thrusting on their own, driven by the powerful, mounting desire for sweet relief. At every stroke, the rush of tingles washing through him grew more intense, and he was starting to sweat from arousal and the effort he was pouring into the increasingly feral fuck. Not to mention the effect the overbearing stench of horny bitch had on his brain. It was a scent so potent and intoxicating that he needed even more of it, and he bent closer to Miranda, letting go of her breasts just so he could hug her and bury his face against the crook of her neck.

Eyes closed, the man took a deep whiff, inhaling a lungful of the corgi's thick musk to fuel his rutting frenzy. Clutching her against his chest, he no longer merely thrust his penis inside her clenching spade, but he rammed it inside her with mindless lust, pounding her with heavy grunts and his drool soaking into the cream fur of her neck as if he was breeding her like a feral bitch. And while he didn’t have a knot to tie her with, the raw thickness of his cock more than made up for that shortcoming as he dragged out her plump, squishy folds and mashed her clit with his girth, stretching her channel wide open to elicit even wetter howls from her muzzle.

"David! Yes! Harder! Breed me! Breed me harder!" Miranda squealed, returning his hug with her stubby arms and legs as he plunged his swollen fuck meat inside her. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and her muzzle rested against his shoulder, her tongue aimlessly flicking across his skin. "Fuck, I'm getting close! I'm about to cum!"

Miranda's announcement was David's signal to give her absolutely everything he could. His hips moved in a blur and his balls smacked against her tense, fat spade, splattering her juices all over his legs and the upholstery at every thrust. However, that mess was dwarfed by the eruption that unraveled just seconds later. With a primal howl of bliss, the corgi succumbed to the stimulation and her nethers burst into a frantic orgasm. Her channel's already powerful ripple escalated into violent convulsions as her vaginal muscles instinctively tried to entrap her partner's knot, and David's lack thereof only escalated those contractions into an even more desperate frenzy.

The man wasn't able to endure the vigorous cock milking for long. He managed one more thrust. Then he bottomed out inside the corgi's clenching cunt and joined her climax with a heavy, throaty groan as he was hit by a full week's worth of pent-up lust. He had no words for the explosion of bliss that engulfed his brain. The relief was so powerful that he saw stars, so intense that the strength faded from his arms and he slumped onto Miranda, and so violent that it almost hurt when his balls started to clench as uncontrollably as her cookie.

David's groan morphed into a breathy whine and he went completely cross-eyed as his partner's pussy continued to massage his cock while it was the most sensitive, and his first squirt was met by an equally thunderous squeal from the corgi as he shot it deep inside her. It was only the beginning of an explosive volley. His abdominal muscles clenched and flexed harder than ever as they pushed out rope after rope of his thick, hot seed, and for a brief, perfect moment, it felt like everything in his life had led up to this. It was almost as if they were actually breeding; as if he was actually stuffing the howling canine's womb with a litter of pups. For just a brief, perfect moment, they were cumming as one, pain and pleasure merging as they were so tightly entwined that he could feel her claws digging into his naked back, and he just kept nutting seemingly forever, longer than ever before.

Eventually, David's orgasm was still bound to end, and once he had dumped his entire load inside the corgi's insatiable pussy, his mind-numbing high faded and dropped him back to reality. With it, his senses returned to normal, and he grimaced as the incessant clenching around his spent, oversensitive cock turned into an uncomfortable squeezing. Unable to endure her spade's inordinate strength, he pulled out of her with a sloppy pop, but he was too weakened from his excessive climax to climb off of her. Instead, he tightened his embrace around the whimpering, quaking corgi, hugging her against his sweaty chest while he slipped into the haziest, most contented afterglow of his life. "Fuck, that was amazing."

"Yes, that was perfect," Miranda replied, loosening her hold around his back as her orgasm began to ebb. And while the energy dissipated from most of her body, her tail started wagging up a storm once again and her tongue continued its wet, slobbery journey, now swishing and brushing across David's chest in an eager dance.

Once the man had recovered from his orgasm and caught his breath, he pulled away from the corgi and lay down on the other half of the couch, arms and legs spread to aerate his hot, sweaty body. "Thanks so much, Miranda. I really needed that," he sighed with a tired grin, sluggishly stretching his arms and rubbing his face. "But fuck, that really took the rest out of me." Then he turned his head and reached for the remote on the table next to the couch to turn on the TV.

By now, the sun had set and the sky outside the windows had turned a dark blue, but it wasn't quite prime time yet, so most TV channels were busy broadcasting a forgettable mix of bland sitcoms and trashy reality TV series. While David wasn't necessarily hankering for high-culture television, he still wanted something more worthwhile to watch, and he started zapping through the channels on a fruitless quest for a fun documentary or the like.

Meanwhile, Miranda had seemingly recovered all her energy as she pounced on the exhausted man with an excited, open-muzzled grin, her tail a furiously wagging blur. She didn’t say a single thing, but her face spoke for itself, and her actions all the more so as she straddled his waist, smacked her fat, cum-soaked spade against his abdomen, and started to rub it against his skin, drooling and whining with need like the bitch in heat that she was.

David sighed and rolled his eyes, but he didn't stop the horny corgi. He had promised to help her with her heat, and he would stand by his word, even if it meant letting her hump him while he was too beat to carry on. Even if it meant getting pissed on as she lost control of herself in her ebullient excitement, splashing him with a brief, but hot, pungent squirt of her urine. It hardly mattered because his whole home would be smelling of horny, heat-ridden dog by next Monday anyway, as they were about to spend the entire weekend together, having sex whenever, wherever, and in whatever way he wanted.

Right now, however, the man was still on the receiving end of his partner’s hormone-induced lust, and he flinched when she shoved her butt against his flaccid rod. "A-ah, Miranda, I know you want more, but could you please slow down? J-just for a moment? I'm still sensitive."

"Yeah, oooookay," the corgi groaned, shifting a little up his chest before she demonstratively pressed her spade against his right nipple, rubbing in her sheer wetness with every sloppy squelch and smack. Not to mention the intense, pheromone-pumped smell of her fertile sex.

With Miranda sitting on his torso, David's plans of watching TV went out the window, but he didn't bother to turn it off as he was distracted by the corgi's shenanigans. It was an odd, sexy kind of cute to watch her horny humping with her big, soft tits jumping and her huge ears flopping around at every bounce, all the while she was whining with full-throated need, barely able to keep her insatiable heat under control.

Throughout her struggle for relief, the stubby canine peered at him with big brown eyes, a considerable portion of reproach in her expression as she took offense at the fact that he wasn’t letting her ride him properly. Instead, she humped him until every inch of his chest was covered with a messy blend of her juices and his own cum, and the second squirt of piss she splattered onto his belly was as much a consequence of her excitement as a deliberate marking.

Still, David didn't let the corgi rush him, and when she pouted at him, he closed his eyes and savored the situation with a deep, happy sigh, eagerly embracing that sticky mess she was making. After all, he wasn't the one who had to scrub it out of his fur later. Besides, her eagerness and the omnipresent, mind-melting smell of her arousal were slowly but surely getting him hard again, ready to alleviate her heat once more. He wrapped a hand around his shaft, giving it a few languid pumps, and almost immediately, Miranda's ears perked up and she paused her humping.

"I'm ready for round two when you are," the man cooed with a smirk.

The corgi slid down before he was even done talking, shoving her plump spade against his tip with a horny moan, but at the completely wrong angle. She humped against it a few more times, pushing harder with every attempt, but that only left her whining with disappointment. "Come on, don't just grin at me like an idiot. Put it in already!"

"I would, if you gave me the time to line it up, Miranda," David chuckled, stroking his partner's fluffy neck while he angled up his cock against the center of her spade. Still loose, still dripping, his tip slid inside her with a moist squelch and no effort at all, and an electric shiver raced through the canine, a relieved whimper escaping her open muzzle. "There you go. Now knock yourself out."

"Ffffuck yes," Miranda moaned, her face melting with bliss as she pushed back and glided his whole schlong inside her at once. Then she sat up straight, straddling him like she was about to ride a rodeo bull, and if her needy humping so far was any indication, he was in for a wild ride.

Already, the wonderful, clenching tightness of the corgi's wet cunt made David groan with pleasure, and before he knew it, she jumped up with a breathy moan and began to bounce on his cock like a horny bunny. No easing in, no taking things slowly, she was too desperate for relief to care about anything but riding him as hard and fast as she could to subdue her pesky heat with another orgasm.

From that point on, David was just along for the ride, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Not needing to lift a single finger, he folded his arms behind his head and watched with a grin and languid groans as Miranda used his penis like a toy, panting, drooling, and whining with her wet, rosy tongue dangling out of her open muzzle. With her head tilted back, she didn't even look at him anymore as she had completely lost herself in her heat. Meanwhile, he wasn't looking at her face either, as he was too busy enjoying the sight of her fat, bouncing tits and her jiggling teats.

The man could resist the alluring call of the corgi girl's plump, swollen black nipples only for so long before he reached for the lowest row, flicking and squeezing the sensitive buds. His reward was a powerful howl as Miranda clenched hard around his cock, but she didn't stop riding him, and when he pulled away his hand, she grabbed his wrist and pressed it back against her teat. "Don't stop! Keep going! More!" she demanded, pure, burning lust in her eyes as she finally looked at him. "Please! I need to cum so bad!"

"Sure. Whatever you say, Miranda," David cooed, wrapping his second hand around her other side to play with her nipples while she continued her noisy riding frenzy.

Before long, the corgi grew so desperate for relief that she ended up slamming her hips down with all her weight and might. Fortunately, she was so small that the man could handle it, but that didn't stop everything around his cock and loins from turning a hot, glowing red, his lower torso and thighs soon as soaked with her juices as his chest with strings of goop dangling in between. Whatever was still running on the TV behind her stood no chance against this lewd cacophony of smacking, slurping, and squelching, not to mention her inexhaustible howls of bliss as she was closing in on that most desired climax.

Finally, Miranda dropped down on David's wang for the last time and a violent flurry of orgasmic contractions enveloped his sensitive shaft. Completely overwhelmed by her climax, her primal howl deteriorated into a wet, desperate whine, and the intense shiver that raced through her small, curvaceous body proved so strong that she lost her balance and slumped forward onto his chest. All the while, her spade tried once again to grip and squeeze a knot that didn't exist, massaging his cock with such fervor that it carried him to the edge of his own orgasm in no time, even though neither of them moved anymore.

With the corgi lying on him, David also had a clear view of the TV screen again, but the artificial flickering couldn’t divert any of his attention from the canine woman. Hugging her with one arm, he allowed himself to knead and grope her soft, fluffy rump with the other. Now that he was on the verge of his own climax, he even found the energy to thrust up his hips, sluggishly pumping his rod in and out of her convulsing channel until he passed the point of no return. "Ah, Miranda, I'm cumming again."

"Yes! Do it! Fill meeeeeee," Miranda moaned into his chest, absently lapping at his warm, sweaty skin as she rode her blissful high.

Just seconds later, David joined her with a deep groan. While it wasn't as violently explosive as his first orgasm, the relief was just as divine as he slipped into it like into a bathtub full of hot, foamy water. Swept away by pure pleasure, he basked in the wonderful contractions of her spade, the soft, plushy warmth of her furry body, and her omnipresent, addictive musk. He inhaled her pheromones, only to sigh and moan as he netted her greedy, convulsing channel with squirt after squirt of his thick, gooey seed, relieving her heat-induced craving for breeding for at least another moment.

On that end, the second round proved more effective than the first as the corgi eventually calmed down and pulled away from David's dick all on her own. Although his own orgasm hadn't quite ended by the time she glided off his cock, he was far from complaining about it as his satisfaction blended with his exhaustion, carrying him off into a cozy, hazy twilight between sleep and consciousness. "Better now?" he whispered with a drowsy smile.

Miranda nodded, not even bothering to lift her head off David's chest. Her eyes were already shut. "Much better. Thank you for your help, David. You're the best," she sighed, still lazily lapping at his sweaty, sticky chest.

"Perfect," he replied, glancing one more time at the bundle of hot, tired fluff on his chest before he lay back and closed his eyes as well. Finally, he could get the rest he deserved after his awfully long work week, and while his original plans for the weekend were now obsolete, he very much looked forward to waking up the next morning, refreshed and recuperated for more hot, steamy fun with the sexy, heat-ridden little corgi.