My Talking Dog Made Me Her Pet (Now She’s Judging My Body)!
Part three of My Talking Dog!
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More feral posts are to come. It's one of my fave kinks >:3 got a bunch of ideas for these two characters, but I'm also excited to write new pairings and situations in the future! Feel free to suggest stuff in the comments (or get horny there, that's good too) <3
When Crystal commanded me to strip, I stripped. I must’ve done it in five seconds flat, I was that damn eager. To be fair, my rock hard dick needed room to breathe. Finally freed, it sprung forth, bouncing up and down in midair and scattering droplets of pre across the carpet as it did so.
She hopped off of the bed as I threw every bit of clothing I was wearing into the corner of the room, and once I was fully bare she poked her cold, wet nose at my shaft. It bobbed up and down, and beaded with precum once more. The liquid oozed from my tip and down her muzzle. She licked once to clear it up. Fuck.
I knew she had me whipped because even though I desperately wanted to touch myself, to touch or even fuck her, I stayed as still as I could, waiting for her permission or say-so. I didn’t intend for things to end up this way. No matter what it seems like, I didn’t buy a talking feral dog for sex, I promise. It's just, well… Thing is, I’m starting to believe that, back in the pet store, she was the one picking me out, not the other way around.
“Pretty small pecker for a donkey,” she said. My cheeks seared with embarrassment and I looked to the ceiling in avoidance of her judgmental gaze. I was a solid seven inches, but she wasn’t wrong: for a donkey that was underwhelming. I felt a paw padding at my love handles and almost flinched. “A bit pudgy too. Hmm.”
“I-I’m sorry Mistress Crystal! What can I do to make things right?”
She padded around me and sniffed at my plush rear.
“Good shape, nice and round. Would be fun to watch your butt bounce with a stud going to town on you.”
“Wait wh-”
Another sniff. “Yep, you’ve got the scent of a sweaty, pent-up, submissive pet alright. Very distinctive. At least I won’t lose you when I take you to the park.”
“Take me to the park?”
My knees wobbled with the overwhelming embarrassment and buried excitement of everything my feral Malamute Mistress was suggesting.
“Still in need of much training. For one it talks back. For two it’s practically collapsing the instant it gets horny.”
“It’s not- I mean-” I cleared my throat and began again. “Mistress Crystal, i-it’s just that, I don’t know, we’re moving so fast. I’m not sure if I-”
A single loud bark put me in my place. I shut up and froze. She padded back around to my front.
“Do you want me to abandon you in some backwoods?”
“Well, no, uh, Mistress, but I hardly think-”
“Pathetic,” she said, swiping at my still-trembling knees. “Down boy. On all fours, now. You were clearly born in the wrong body.”
I didn’t even think of questioning her command, I merely got on all fours on the carpet. Positioned like that she was actually a little taller than me. That understanding shifted something deep inside my brain chemistry. My cock twitched with anticipation and need, spurting a fresh batch of pre across the carpet.
“Mistress thinks I should’ve been a talking feral?”
She let out a series of light barks that together sounded like laughter.
“Not at all, pet. You’ve no need for talking.”
Instinctively I let out a whine, proving her point before I’d even realized it. Fuck. She had me, totally, body and soul. That, in a literal sense, I had bought her at a pet store mere hours ago no longer made sense to me. She was my world now, and I was grateful for it.
She turned, showing me her rear and lifting her tail.
“Get a good sniff, pet. Make sure you know the scent of your owner, and her heat.”
As if the scent of her heat weren’t already driving me crazy. I pushed my nose up against her spade and sniffed in deep. God, the smell of her was intoxicating. I wanted to mount her like the feral pup she was treating me as. My tongue darted out to lap at her, but despite her pleasured shiver she spoke up.
“Did I ask you to lick my cunt?”
I stopped, whined. “No, Mistress.”
“Good pet.” Her tail wagged at a measured pace over my head. “Anyway, feral dogs like you are meant to sniff each other’s butts, not their genitals.”
I understood her meaning and lifted my snout a little. Her tailhole was musky, but not in a bad way, it smelled sweeter than I had imagined and had a certain attractive earthiness to it.
“You smell amazing Mistress Crystal.”
“Correct.” All of a sudden, she leaped up onto the bed. “Now pet, hop up here with me.”
I followed, clambering on all fours, my own tail wagging like a dog’s as I further mentally regressed into my new role as pet. She was splayed out atop the comforter, laying on her back, her head on what I would formerly have called my pillow. Her rear legs were parted, cookie on full display, with her forepaws resting just above it, framing it for my viewing.
I blinked and blinked again, my mouth was watering. I tore my eyes away from her pussy to find her staring right at me, smirking, tail wagging as best as it could with a portion of it flattened under her.
“Do you want me, pup?”
“Yes. So bad.”
“Yes, so bad, Mistress.”
“I’m sorry Mistress. Of course.”
“You want to fuck your feral owner?”
“I need to, Mistress Crystal.”
She snapped her legs together in an instant, denying me the view of her sex. I whined and did my best attempt at a bark.
“Oh? But I thought you didn’t purchase me for sex. Or is that not what you told me only earlier?”
I closed in on her position and nuzzled needily at her rear legs where they had shut tight above her spade.
“I- I did say that Mistress. But I was wrong.”
“Explain.”
She was toying with me. I could smell the need in her heat, she wanted this as badly as I did.
“I was under the mistaken impression that I was the owner and you were the pet.”
“Yes, and?”
“And it’s actually the other way around, I’m yours. I belong to you.”
“And whose bed is this?”
“It’s yours, Mistress Crystal.”
“And whose apartment is this?”
“It’s yours, Mistress.
I barely needed to consider it.
“And if I want to bring in a stud to fuck you?”
My cock throbbed.
“I’d be a good pet and take it.”
She let out a small, high pitched bark of excitement, struggling to contain herself almost as much as I was.
“And if I wanted to collar you up and take you on a walk to the park?”
“I’d go naked on my hands and knees if I had to.”
With a howl she parted her legs. I had been a good boy.
“Fuck me, pet. Fuck me hard.”