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Reader/”Me” (Male, human, 20s-30s)

Scooby Doo (Male, Great Dane, adult)

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Story Text:

“Ah- Aaah…” I groaned, trembling as I sat at the edge of my bed, completely naked. Sweat dripped down my chubby belly and plump tits, one hand kneading at a pert nipple.

My hips bucked as, with another low groan of pleasure, I came in Scooby’s warm, eager maw. The big dog had been standing beside the bed, alternating between eating my ample ass and slurping away at my cock; and at long last, the pleased-with-himself pooch had finally pushed me over the edge, my seed pumping onto his tongue.

“Mmmmm!” the dog murred happily, tail waggling and big rump swaying as he sucked me off. I could hear him gulping down the treat I was pumping in thick ropes into his throat… My other hand curled against the top of his head, almost using one of his floppy ears as a handle as he lapped and tongued and suckled on my achingly hard member. My smooth body trembled, breath hitching repeatedly as my cock flexed in the tight, hot confines of his mouth, gushing my load into the pup I was supposed to be dog-sitting.

Well, it wasn’t like I WASN’T dog-sitting him. I just tend to dog-sit in a very particular way…

A way which just happens to often involve the happy pooch swallowing my cum in one end, actively dripping another load of his loosened, pink doggy asshole from the other. God, Scoob was INSATIABLE; I must have nutted in or on the big Great Dane at least a half-dozen times since he’d been dropped off at my place at the start of the weekend.

Slowly, my orgasm tapered off, and I grunted, wincing at the overstimulation of Scooby still slurping and suckling, eyes closed, on my softening human prick. My balls had contracted tight up against my plump mound, my pubic hair soaked in dog slobber.

“A- Alright,” I urged with a huff, no longer holding his head down. Instead, I nudged Scooby’s head away, leg shaking as he gave my flaccid tip another long, expertly-lipped slurp. “F- Fuck, Scoob, c’mon, p- please…”

With a whine, the dog released, opening his maw briefly; I could just see the last pearly globs of my semen on his flat, slick tongue, before he closed and gulped again. “Raah…” the talking dog sighed, licking his lips and tail wagging contently. Then, gazing up at me past my sweaty belly, he grinned toothily and chimed, “Ranother? I’m rungry!”

I chuckled at that, giving his head another pat. “I know, buddy,” I soothed, my receding, dog-drool-dripping cock settled between my thick thighs. “But I’m gonna need some time to recover, heh.”

Before Scooby, I had no idea dogs could POUT. But pout he did, lower lip jutting out and a canid whine, accompanied by big, wide puppy eyes gazing up at me. “Raww…” he pleaded.

All I could do was roll my eyes. “As fucking CUTE as you are when you’re begging for cum,” I teased, clapping a paw down over the top of his muzzle, shoving his wide-eyed pleading gaze away from me, “I literally don’t have enough fluids to CUM again, pup.”

Scooby ‘ruffed’ at that, turning his head away, tail tucking down over what I KNEW was a ruined fucking dog asshole. I should know, I’d spent most of the weekend busy ruining it, whether that was tasting his big, sweaty ass or fucking him all over my small, thankfully-private apartment, or fingering him open while he ate, which was apparently a thing he loved.

Oh… fingering. Was there something there…?

“Hey,” I said, perking up a bit and patting him on the head. Scooby looked up at me, cocking his head with a curious murr. “Remember last night when I said that thing about your ass…?”

He ‘riggled’, before teasing, “Rother rhan rhat it’s rour RAVORITE russy…?”

I grinned, meeting his smiling canid muzzle. “Okay, YES, it is, but not that! I meant when I said that thing about you being such a big, slutty doggy bottom that I could probably-“

“RIST ME?” Scooby finished, ears perking and tail wagging as he lit up at the idea. Oh, yes, I’d teased that I could probably fit my whole fist in his loose, sloppy dog pussy… And hey, if he was going to be a horny little slut for human jizz, I might as well see if that was true. “Really?!”

Letting out a chuckle at his enthusiasm, I leaned back a bit and gestured a circle with one finger. “Yeah, really, slut-dog,” I urged, winking at him.

Scooby didn’t need a second instruction.

The big, lanky-figured dog immediately spun, paws padding on my carpeted bedroom floor as he spun to face away from me. He promptly assumed the position: Hind legs planted and extended, his big, musky dog ass raised high and ready, tail flagging upwards to show off the pink, puffy and RUINED hole that still gaped slightly, drooling lube and human cum. His upper body sank down immediately, forelegs tucked up against his chest, head resting sideways on the floor, one eye cocked up to twinkle excitedly at me. His fat dog cock, erect and swollen, sagged down towards the floor between his legs, his massive furry balls hanging almost halfway down its monstrous length.

“Hehe, good boy,” I praised. Fortunately, he’d bowed down right next to the bed, close enough I wouldn’t even have to move from my seat.

I set one hand on his ample rump, squeezing the soft meat and feeling it hot and warm against my palm. Damn, this dog had a fat ass… My other hand, I brought up to my lips, giving two digits just a quick, cursory slurping to get them nice and slick with my own spit. Then, with Scooby quivering excitedly, I reached my hand down.

“R- Ruck…” Scooby murred, tongue sticking out from his saggy jowls as I sank two fingers knuckles-deep into his bowels with ease. I could feel him CLENCH on the intruding digits, slick and hot.

“Mm, that’s a good dog…” I told him, giving his anal walls a light, swirling tease. He shivered, and I could see his cock dribbling watery canid pre on my floor. Another twist of my wrist, probing at his entrance, before I pulled my hand back; christ, he was so slimy and glistening back here, when I spread my fingers they had a thick, gooey mess clinging to them, webbing between the digits. “Heh, good news, buddy… There’s enough of a fucking mess back here, I won’t even have to get more lube to fist-fuck you.”

“Rehehe, RAY!” the bent-down dog cheered, squirming. He waggled his big, half-gaped asshole at me, clenching and wagging his tail. “R- Rome on!”

“Alright, alright,” I soothed him, stroking his rump.

Normally, if I was going to fist one of the dogs I was watching, I’d go nice and slow. Keep the pup happy and comfy, praise him lots, go one finger at a time and stretch his tight little doggy asshole bit by bit. Tons of lube, plenty of treats, that kind of thing.

But Scooby was SPECIAL. With him, I just tucked my fingers together, pressed them up to his entrance, and shoved steadily.

“R- Ruck…” Scooby groaned, panting heavily and tongue lolling as I sank most of my hand into his hot, slick bowels. His tail was wagging even faster now, anal ring clenching; I’d gotten all four fingers into his entrance, and in shoving them all the way, my thumb now hooked at the edge of his ass. The dog quivered, clenching on my intruding hand as I twisted and thrust slightly, grunting with the effort of opening the slutty pup.

“Mmf,” I grunted, drawing my hand back. He didn’t seem to like that, but whimpered needily, his puffy ass suckling along my retreating digits, practically prolapsing himself just to keep me in him. This time, no fucking around, I tucked my thumb up against my palm, and pushed forward.

‘Squelchh-POP.’

Scooby let out a howl, his cock surging several shots of hot fluids. I grinned, curling my fingers into a fist while buried wrist-deep in his asshole, feeling him clench and throb and quiver around my hand. “Fuck, buddy, you feel GOOD,” I praised, pushing in a bit deeper, sinking past my wrist an inch or so to fist his bowels.

The dog whimpered, drooling into the floor from his maw and his cock. “Ruck… Roh… R- Rore…”

More, huh?

Bent over in my seat above the dog’s presented rump, I began fist-fucking him. Not too rough at first, but goddamn could his hole take some punishment. Turning my arm, bending my wrist here and then to PRESS hard at his insides, including at his canid prostate, which at this point I could have found blindfolded with ease. That got the pup whimpering good and sharp and loud, his entire body flinching and tensing each time I brutalized his button. Those fat balls of his bounce and swung, the smell of dog sex and musk filling my lungs as I pumped deeper and deeper.

God, I was fisting Scooby so deeply… He yipped and whined, but with how aggressively he was shoving his hips back to meet my fist, there was no way he didn’t love it.

Poor boy must have been seeing stars, I was pumping at his prostate so steadily and repeatedly. Straining his guts, stretching him more than he’d obviously ever been stretched before, drawing back until his ring was wrapped around the middle of my hand, before SHOVING back in deep. Bit by bit I fed more of my arm into him, until I was halfway up my forearm in his guts, squelching and slurping around my messy hand.

Just a bit faster, and-

“RAH!” Scooby suddenly yelped, his eyes snapping wide and his legs locking tightly. His tail froze, bent over his fist-filled asshole.

His cock surged thick and red-hot, knot engorged bigger than a baseball as he nutted his furry brains out. The dog yelped, clawed toes curling against my carpet as he shot hot, watery canine semen into the material, pooling and glistening underneath his shaking lower body. I’d paused my fisting, but kept my hand lodged all the way into him; halfway up the forearm, not bad! He clenched rhythmically around my intruding arm, grunting and whimpering happily as he came.

It kept surging and drooling from his tapered tip, but slowly the dog collected himself. Scooby whimpered, panting with his tongue lolling against the carpet as he squirmed, impaled on my fist.

“Hehe, fuck, boy,” I chuckled, gently withdrawing an inch or so. I felt him clench on my arm again, ruined asshole suckling along my smooth forearm. “Never seen YOU nut hands-free, Scoob… Guess we gotta do this some more, huh?” I suggested teasingly, relaxing my hand and tantalizingly, slowly, pulling my hand and forearm out of the orgasming dog. Scooby seemed to flinch and twitch with every inch slurping out of his ruined gape.

And ruined it was, as when I pulled completely out, I could see the red and pink insides of his bowels, his entrance hanging loose and sloppy and slimy. Globs and streaks of my earlier loads still glistened inside him and on my arm… as well as all over his furry taint and ass, having spilled out of him while I was fisting him.

“Ruh… Ruh… Ruh…” the dog panted, squirming, ass still up and legs quivering.

I smirked, stroking his big, slimy, smelly ass. “That feel good, big guy?” I teasingly inquired, watching his hole struggle to close to any degree while his balls, contracted slightly from orgasm, still swung between his legs, pendulous and virile.

Scooby shivered, a whimper leaving him as his cock disgorged another healthy surge of potent puppy cream. Then, he gasped, vision focusing up on my smiling face.

“Re… Re can rake a break row…” he finally said, panting and shivering from overstimulation.

I grinned, chuckling and patting his trembling rump. “A break sounds good, bud,” I agreed, before winking at his drooling face, “But when I cum in your ass again, I’m fisting it into your belly.”

The dog ‘ruffed’ again, and smirked. “Rood!”

‘Good’.