{"sf1_id":1047341,"sf2_id":"rn9lDaKm","title":"Sonnet Redouble","author":"ArloLab","words":1695,"posted_at":"2016-07-17T16:26:00.000Z","tags":["Canine","Dog","Emotional","Explicit","Fellatio","Feral","First Time","Kissing","Knot","Love","Lust","Passion","Rimming","Romance","Sex","Teasing","Thought Provoking","Tie","Zoophilia"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1047341-sonnet-redouble","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn9lDaKm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/02/06/0206f0a4-413f-4b70-8068-446bd50d32e3","description":"I've always been fond of sonnets, and ever since I've heard of the sonnet redouble (or heroic crown), I've wanted to write one. In essence, it's a collection of sonnets, the last line of one being the first line of the next, ending with a repetition of the very first line and a summary sonnet consisting of every first line used. As is often the case, romance is the theme here, but not of the ordinary kind. Read on if you're curious.","content":"We met, one summer's day, upon a hill.\n\nTo superstitious sorts, he seemed a grim.\n\nAs I got closer, I could feel a chill,\n\nBecause he looked unhealthy, weak and slim.\n\nHis hair was matted down with mud and dirt,\n\nHis ribs were showing through upon his sides,\n\nAnd as he walked, he limped. One leg was hurt,\n\nHis face was wincing through his shaky strides.\n\nThe beast's tail gave a feeble, crooked wag,\n\nAnd so at least his mind was healthy yet.\n\nHe needed food, a grooming for his shag, \u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd someday soon, a visit to the vet.\n\nWithout a clue about what would begin,\n\nWith just a room to spare, I took him in.\n\n* * *\n\nWith just a room to spare, I took him in.\n\nTo get him following, I offered treats.\n\nThough he was fearful, hunger did soon win,\n\nAnd he accepted each of my dried meats.\n\nMy ward in tow, I got him to my truck,\n\nAnd hastily drove off to find him aid.\n\nI did not know the way, but fortune struck:\n\nI saw a sign with \"D.V.M.\" displayed.\n\nI walked in, signed some papers, and to work\n\nThe aides and nurses went: they cleaned his wound,\n\nShaved off his mats. \"Sadly,\" explained their clerk,\n\n\"Without a home, he'll likely be marooned.\"\n\nI said I'd take him home. I paid his bill.\n\nHe shared my room, and ate and drank his fill.\n\n* * *\n\nHe shared my room, and ate and drank his fill.\n\nHis health began to steadily improve.\n\nHis hair grew back, his figure rounded, 'til\n\nHe stopped requiring medicines to move.\n\nOnce he had healed, I pondered on his breed:\n\nWas he a pit bull? Labrador? Sharpei?\n\nRegardless, I admired the strength and speed\n\nThat he exhibited from day to day.\n\nHis favorite game was fetch, and for a ball\n\nHe'd swiftly run in chase, expand his maw,\n\nTake hold, and come to me. His tongue would loll,\n\nAnd I'd reward him with a pleased hurrah.\n\nHis vigor like a common violin,\n\nWe played together, both with widest grin.\n\n* * *\n\nWe played together, both with widest grin.\n\nAnd in our play, I saw our spirits soar,\n\nRegardless of the game, we both would win,\n\nWith bliss as I had never felt before.\n\nFor months we shared our regular routine,\n\nUnited in our appetite for life.\n\nBut gradually, in little steps unseen,\n\nI valued him as husband values wife.\n\nOur means were modest. I was self-employed,\n\nAnd dogs can rarely sell their work for cash.\n\nBut for this mutt, I was more overjoyed\n\nThan wealth could buy, however large my stash.\n\nWhether by my intent, or lack thereof,\n\nIn time, our friendship turned to deepest love,\n\n* * *\n\nIn time, our friendship turned to deepest love,\n\nAnd we could scarcely bear to be apart.\n\nI knew now how the fabled turtledove\n\nCould mate for life, with thankful, open heart.\n\nOur differences were miniscule, compared\n\nTo our ancestral bond, forged eons past.\n\nAs our nomadic forebears had, we shared\n\nA hearth, our meals, and closeness unsurpassed.\n\nBut this was not platonic. I could see\n\nI had a fondness for his wild desire.\n\nFrom his behavior, sexuality\n\nWas jointly craved, our souls in sync, on fire.\n\nThese feelings that we bore were closely paired,\n\nOur love entwined with lust in which we shared.\n\n* * *\n\nOur love entwined with lust in which we shared,\n\nWe started to experiment with sex.\n\nBeginning with a kiss, I then prepared\n\nTo stroke his sheath, caressing first his pecs.\n\nOur tongues exploring caverns deep and damp,\n\nMy hand moved downwards, feeling for his nuts.\n\nHe started humping then, the playful scamp,\n\nWhich knocked me over. I was such a klutz.\n\nI soon recovered, touching him again:\n\nThis time more stable, I caressed his cock,\n\nSlowly at first, and tenderly, and then\n\nMore quickly. As he swelled, I had to gawk.\n\nHis length now freed from its protective glove,\n\nUpon his whim, he gave a playful shove,\n\n* * *\n\nUpon his whim, he gave a playful shove,\n\nAnd pushed me back, and pounced with utmost glee.\n\nHis tail a whirlwind, standing up above,\n\nHe stood upon my chest, so I could see\n\nHis member glistening and dripping down.\n\nI sat up slowly, opening my mouth,\n\nMy tongue outstretched, prepared to go to town,\n\nAnd lick him there, then work my way down south.\n\nHis panting, slow and heavy, urged me on\n\nAs in my fervor I engulfed his girth,\n\nHis hips began to thrust, until anon\n\nHis precum shot out, filling me with mirth.\n\nOur matched intentions visibly declared,\n\nI then undressed, and there our passions flared.\n\n* * *\n\nI then undressed, and there our passions flared.\n\nFirst came my shirt, pulled up above my head.\n\nMy heart was racing and my chest was bared,\n\nOur spirits like a couple newlywed.\n\nSlowly, I pulled my jeans down to my feet\n\nAs my new lover, eager for my frame,\n\nLicked all around my body for a treat,\n\nEnthusiastic, keen to play this game.\n\nMy body now prepared, I knelt and crawled\n\nOn hands and knees, enticing him once more.\n\nHe licked my virgin hole; I was enthralled\n\nBy how he probed me to my very core.\n\nAs if to earn my thanks and my renown,\n\nHe climbed atop my back, and pinned me down,\n\n* * *\n\nHe climbed atop my back, and pinned me down,\n\nHis zeal unmatched as I relaxed my form.\n\nBetween his fur and flesh, I thought I'd drown\n\nIn sweat as he embraced me, strong and warm.\n\nI braced myself for impact speedily,\n\nBut found my preparations premature,\n\nAs, in his youth, he humped me greedily\n\nBut wildly, the desired spot unsure.\n\nAnd so, I found my buttocks being poked\n\nOn alternating cheeks, with dewy dabs\n\nAt each near miss, a status which provoked\n\nIn me both pain and laughter at his stabs.\n\nWith hips and hands and legs at my employ,\n\nI guided him inside me, filled with joy.\n\n* * *\n\nI guided him inside me, filled with joy.\n\nAt last he'd be contented, as would I,\n\nFor both of us to have the real McCoy,\n\nIn beauty too authentic to deny.\n\nHe ground on still, while I held on for life,\n\nTo both his legs and to my self-control.\n\nAs he pushed deeper, I was oddly rife\n\nWith pride for serving as his glory hole.\n\nToo soon, I felt a swelling deep inside,\n\nNot just of pride, but plainly now of flesh.\n\nIt was his knot! With that, we would be tied.\n\nOur bodies, for a time, it would enmesh.\n\nAs I considered how we would be bound,\n\nWe sprayed our seed. Now tied, he turned around.\n\n* * *\n\nWe sprayed our seed. Now tied, he turned around.\n\nHe stood behind me, touching rear to rear,\n\nReflecting me in sight as well as sound,\n\nOur panting with fatigue the same to hear.\n\nWe stayed there for a while, pending release\n\nAs his erection shrank to normal size.\n\nThe minutes passed, in silence and in peace,\n\nBoth basking in our oxytocin highs.\n\nAt last, my partner tired of delay\n\nAnd pulled, against my urgings and my pleas.\n\nHis cock contracted, he could pull away\n\nAnd with a pop, came out, with guileless ease.\n\nWhile he cleaned both of us, no longer coy,\n\nI whispered tenderly to him, \"Good boy.\"\n\n* * *\n\nI whispered tenderly to him, \"Good boy.\"\n\nI meant it as a title nobly earned,\n\nFor sharing in a deed we'd both enjoy,\n\nHow quickly we adjusted, what we learned,\n\nAnd chiefly for the empathy he proved\n\nThat he could have for me, and I for him.\n\nWhatever doubts I had, he had removed,\n\nReplacing them with fondness for my grim.\n\nWhat heavenly observer could predict\n\nThat two souls so dissimilar in view\n\nMight come together, having wholly clicked\n\nAnd find a love primordial, but new.\n\nWhether 'twas by design or random glitch,\n\nHe's gone from pet to lover, quite a switch.\n\n* * *\n\nHe's gone from pet to lover, quite a switch.\n\nAnd yet, the contrast, looking back, feels wrong,\n\nFor both of us filled our respective niche,\n\nRespecting limits as we went along.\n\nIf both were satisfied, and none were harmed,\n\nWhat moral code was broken by our tryst?\n\nWhy should a puritan be so alarmed\n\nThat we must both be killed, not coexist?\n\nWithout a body damaged, or a mind,\n\nThere is no fault in love, no call for shame.\n\nThough Bosie's love for Wilde was so defined,\n\nOurs too is Love that dare not speak its name.\n\nThough this won't make me powerful, or rich,\n\nI'm glad to say I'm proud to be his bitch.\n\n* * *\n\nI'm glad to say I'm proud to be his bitch.\n\nMy pride stems not from exclusivity,\n\nNor skill in taming creatures, to bewitch\n\nTheir instincts in their cruel captivity,\n\nNor from discovering I can replace\n\nEach man or maid with animals instead,\n\nNor even finding in the canine race\n\nA common trait, which providence has bred.\n\nMore accurately, I am proud because\n\nI've helped my lover in a manner rare,\n\nTo get release sans consequence, which was\n\nMuch easier than neutering to bear.\n\nI think that both of us were lost, until\n\nWe met, one summer's day, upon a hill.\n\n* * *\n\nWe met, one summer's day, upon a hill.\n\nWith just a room to spare, I took him in.\n\nHe shared my room, and ate and drank his fill.\n\nWe played together, both with widest grin.\n\nIn time, our friendship turned to deepest love,\n\nOur love entwined with lust in which we shared.\n\nUpon his whim, he gave a playful shove,\n\nI then undressed, and there our passions flared.\n\nHe climbed atop my back, and pinned me down,\n\nI guided him inside me, filled with joy.\n\nWe sprayed our seed. Now tied, he turned around.\n\nI whispered tenderly to him, \"Good boy.\"\n\nHe's gone from pet to lover, quite a switch.\n\nI'm glad to say I'm proud to be his bitch.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}