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The room was filled with barking dogs, yelping and yipping, trotting around as if they hadn’t a care in the world and that left Softie feeling out of sorts as he stood in the corner and tried to figure out just what it was he was supposed to do. Silas had brought him in earlier in the day and told him that he was going to work with the bitches. He didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing with them, only that it was now his job to be here for whatever reason they must have had for wanting him here. The lack of clothing made him try to cover himself as best that he could as he felt the grip of the leather around his throat. It was soft feeling, cupping right against the line of his throat and let the tag hang right against the upper portion of his throat. The tag was his newest bit of work property that simply read “K.B.” or Kennel Bitch.

He was curiously proud of his collar, it wasn’t like the rest of the gear he had been given in the past, it was something that had been custom made to fit him. There were only two holes for the buckle, one that held it tight and one that gave it enough of a comfortable give that he could wear it in that fashion normally. It was a deep russet red color, very much like the prize studs that he had been called to service so often. They seemed to want to make sure he knew his worth, which made him flush in confused pride, even though their commands and orders had become strange, and thrilling, as his time went on. He found himself missing the comfort of the stud kennels, where he knew exactly where he stood and what he was supposed to be doing.

“Ready for your first class?” Silas’ voice was a warm drawl as the older coyote padded out, the thick strangely striped fur smooth and freshly watched. “I’ve been neglecting you these last few weeks.”

“Oh, we’re doing training.” Softie felt a little relief that made his smile break open a bit wider. “I’ve not done really heavy training with dogs before.”

“You’ll soon figure it out, you’re a bright one.” Silas murmured and the coyote reached out to ruffle his hair with light affection.

That moment of affection was lost when a sudden whistle erupted from his lips and Softie immediately gave a little jump at the sheer volume of the sound. He flinched back and grimaced, but the bitches that had been trotting wildly suddenly came to a stop and leapt towards the middle of the room. The chaos that had marked the start of the day turned into a line of large female dogs that seemed to each know what spot they were supposed to take on the floor. It was amazing how quickly they jumped to obey the coyote who watched them with pride on his face when they turned their eager eyes towards him. He was impressed, they were well trained, especially given they had been running so wildly and playing just moments before. It was like a line of statues watching him as they sat on their haunches.

“Don’t dawdle!” Silas whistled again and the noise made Softie flinch and look about for the straggler. “Go on! Get in line.”

“OW! HEY!” Softie yelped out as a paw slapped him on the bare ass and made him jump forward.

“Go on!” Silas ordered and pointed one paw towards the end of the line of dogs, making the human’s cheeks flush red.

“I thou-“ He started, but the whistle came again, loud enough that a few of the bitches let out little growls of protest and he was forced to bolt towards the other end of the line.

The coyote gave an approving wag of his tail and began to move his way down the line with treats for the girls that were there. It dawned on him that he wasn’t here to help train the bitches, he was here to train with them as if he were another dog. His cheeks burned hotter, the red spots growing high up on his cheeks as the coyote passed down the line and murmured approvingly, earning him licks on the paw. In the light his thick plush fur made him look bigger than he really was, slightly more imposing. Softie nearly stepped out of line to storm out to go back to his chores, but he didn’t so much as move a muscle when the amber eyes flicked towards him and he was forced to hold his position until his employer came to him and let out a click noise on the roof of his mouth.

“Sit!” The command was barked out and Softie nearly disobeyed, he wanted to disobey, he wasn’t really a dog, but the firmness and the gaze watching him made him flinch.

He slowly crouched down on the cold ground and was almost immediately treated to fingers caressing along his head and just along his ears. The old coyote murmured approvingly in a voice that was giving more sweet nonsense words than actual intelligent talk. His ears burned hotter as he felt the strokes rubbing their way up along his chin and he was allowed to get a whiff of thick masculine scent. The smell made his stomach do a little flip flop while had hunched his back and moved his hands down to balance his squat before the coyote went back up the line again and began to work with the females. He wasn’t even told what it was he was supposed to do as Silas barked his commands.

One bitch was made to lay down, another simply reared up on her haunches, each one was given a treat and caresses, praised until she was whining and wagging her tail wildly. He wasn’t really sure what was going on when a strange pony stepped into the room with a smile on his thick featured face. The stallion was dressed in a loose flannel shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans, a small bag was slung over one shoulder as he moved up behind the line. Softie was watching him, the scruffy buckskin pony was strange looking with a thick mane that fell into his eyes and nearly covered them as he smiled and reached down to stroke a few of the females lightly.

“You always have such a good batch here.” The pony said with a smile as Silas rubbed the belly of a female that rolled over for him. “Never seen nicer dogs.”

“We try, Doc, we’ve got a few new ones though and one that we’re holding back for the studs.” Silas moved towards Softie. “DOWN!”

The command was given in the same way the word sit had been given, making the human drop down with a flinch, but he didn’t try to get back up as the fingers moved down to stroke down his naked back. It felt good being touched and he nearly felt the urge to whine as the fingers rubbed back and forth, curling against the nape of his neck and stroking back and forth as the pony cupped one of the dog’s chins and peered down at her before rubbing her ears. Softie did his best to keep his bare belly against the ground, feeling the cold stone against his bare skin so that he struggled to keep himself and his nudity hidden from sight.

“That’s the kennel bitch, hmm?” Doc grinned, showing flat blunt teeth behind his dark lips. “Little bit of a thing isn’t she.”

“Oh yes, we’re going to start training her daily, she’s got quite a bit to learn.” Silas answered, making Softie bite his lip against a protest. “You brought the equipment today to train the girls on AI correct? Better now than ruining some good seed later on down the way.”

“I did, I also picked up what else you asked. Can’t let her get away too easily, eh?” Doc whickered laughter and Silas huffed back in response. “You go ahead and do what you need to do, I think you said Stella, Bombay and Marie are getting the treatment today, eh?”

“Mmhmm and Softie here and Mirka are going to be working with Leland, he’s always good with the nervous bitches.” Silas answered easily and gave Softie one last tickle behind the ear.

“Leland, huh?” The stallion seemed to find it amusing, but the human didn’t understand why it was funny at all.

“Come on, up!” The coyote stood up and clicked his fingers together to try and draw Softie’s attention. “UP!”

_I can’t believe I’m doing this. _ He thought and shivered a little before doing what was asked of him, getting up and tried to stand.

That was his first mistake, when he tried to stand up he was given a firm tap on the nose and he was made to remain on all fours as the coyote whistled for another dog. The bitch proved to be quite lean and young, she jumped and wriggled excitedly at the attention from her master which only made Softie feel more embarrassed. It was humiliating that he was being treated like a dog, the very idea made him bite his lip and try to hide his face as the pony clipped a leash on one of the other dogs and led her to one side of the room.

“I can walk on two legs.” He managed to say as the coyote put the dog on one of his sides and beckoned for Softie.

“Did I tell you to speak?” Silas asked, his voice a little bit of a dangerous rumble before he gave another snap of his fingers. “Come, heel!”

“I.. but… “ He stammered and stopped talking as the coyote’s ears tipped backwards. Perhaps he’d get a bonus for playing along with this game, though he didn’t see what Silas was getting out of it.

As the coyote walked forward there was a twitch of rebellion in him before he began to follow, trying to stop the feeling of utter humiliation that came with being made to act like one of the dogs. In the last few weeks of work he had found himself struggling more often to behave as if he were an employee. He was never treated the way the rest of the workers were. He was constantly being made to do things that he didn’t think an employee should be doing, but he needed the money. And he was being paid well, very very well, each paycheck grew as he was given new chores and duties and didn’t balk at them. He was paying down his bills rapidly, which was a relief, but it also made him aware that he was starting to enjoy some of the practices. Certainly he found himself getting aroused by the dogs he worked with.

He was forced to walk beside the coyote around the room, moving on all fours and it was awkward to get himself trotting along to try and keep up. He didn’t know why this was now an additional part of his job, he suspected that Silas was rather aroused by the fact he had a human behaving like just another one of his dogs. He knew that the coyote enjoyed watching him at work, but he was struggling to come to terms with what he was being asked to do. The other dog-

_Not the other dog! Jesus, what am I thinking! _ He realized what he’d been thinking and he stumbled a little as he tried his best to run forward to catch up.

He was starting to find himself more easily lulled by the fact he was being treated more like a normal dog than a human. Sometimes he talked too, but very rarely, especially in the last few days. He was struggling like a dog, having to walk on his hands and feet beside the coyote before there was a cold brush right against his ass and a hot blast of air. He yelped and scrabbled forward before a large rangy looking dog trotted up beside him with a tongue lolling out with a canine smile as he approached. The side of the body bumped against him lightly as the strange male snuffled against the side of his shoulder and he crowded right up against the side of the coyote. The dog was a mutt, the coloration white splashed with black, with long floppy ears and a blocky muzzle, a bit smaller than the dogs he was used to working with.

The male crowded him gleefully, the thick furred body caressed against him lightly, running back and forth with a delicate touch that made him draw in a shaking breath and let it out again. He tried to sidle to one side to get away, but he didn’t really get any room before the dog nipped him firmly and let out a low noise in his throat. He stumbled over his hands, the slap against the ground jarring him a little bit as the thick scent of the dog filled his nose. He heard his tag jingling loudly under him as the male dog leaned in purposefully. The fur was quite soft feeling, slipping over the edges with a delicate caress that had his cheeks going a bit hotter.

“Come on, Leland, don’t let him get out of hand.” Silas said as he turned and came to a stop that left him still walking forward despite the fact the two dogs had stopped.

The cold nose pushed up against his ass and the teeth suddenly nipped against him so that he yelped out loudly. He tried to swing around, but the dog was already moving, herding him back with a few choice shoves, the nose jabbing against his bare naked side. It wasn’t just a touch of the cold nose that put him back in his place, the tongue swiped out and he felt the smooth hot stroke running against him. He pushed back against Silas, crowding against Mirka, the young bitch, and that only turned things all upside down. Leland nipped again with a firm touch of teeth that startled him before the tongue ran against his shoulder. The coyote snapped his fingers and gave the command to sit and he forced himself to drop back down with a squirm. His breathing was ragged and nervous while the fingers curled just under his jawline and rubbed lightly back and forth.

The male dog didn’t sit, instead he padded around with a low noise in his throat as the hot panting breath ran along the line of his back. The eager snuffling made him shrink away as he could taste the scent of the male musk in his nose. He felt his ears going red as he realized that he was starting to react and his shaft was plumping up. He couldn’t stop it, not when the dog dipped his head down and deliberately snuffled right against his ass. He didn’t have to ask why the dog was so interested at him, he knew that at this point the constant use of the bitch pheromones on him made sure that he always had a lingering scent on him. He tried to get away again as the dog’s tongue pushed up and slithered right into the crease of his ass, causing his cock to stiffen almost immediately from the touch.

Silas wasn’t paying attention to him, he was working with the other dog while Softie felt the tongue pushing right up against his pucker. He shuddered as the warm caressing touch pushed in deeper and he leaned forward without thinking. He looked around nervously as he realized the pony was doing something to one of the dogs, the female was crouched on the ground while the tail was moved to one side to let him have access with what looked like a small tube. That was all he saw before the tongue pushed up harder and dug right against his glistening pucker and he muffled a groan while his cock rubbed up against his stomach. It felt so good to have the tongue pushing against him, he pushed his ass up higher in the air with a shudder as the hot breath huffed out against him.

The tongue was hot and slippery as the dog was breathing a bit faster and Softie pushed his hips up into the air with a squirm of delight. He loved the way the tongue dipped down and nearly pushed right against the back of his balls, pushing lightly and sweeping back and forth so that he was splaying his legs a bit wider. The big dog huffed out eagerly and a glance back proved that the cock was starting to push free from the sheath. Just the sight of it made his stomach clench up slightly and he was humiliated by just how much he wanted it. He didn’t know when his mind had started to change about how it felt, he was shaking a little bit as the hot tongue pushed right under his balls and made him squirm backwards slightly as he began to get up on all fours for the male.

He knew what was going to happen, he wanted it, even as he thought it he was struck by how wrong it really was. It was the pleasure of the thick boned cock pumping inside of him that he wanted. There wasn’t a real comparison with other humans, and the dogs had become quite thorough in making sure that he experienced everything that they had to offer. He squirmed and humped forward as the tongue pushed back up, sliding right along the crease of his ass and he lifted it up in the air as the strokes became rapid. They dug right up against his pucker, becoming forceful and making him rock forward slightly. They slurped and smeared saliva all over his pucker, coating him while he let out a shaking whimper. That was his mistake.

“Leland!” The command brought the big dog’s head up, the tongue gone and leaving his ass feeling wet and messy from the attention. “Don’t be stingy.”

Silas’ command made the dog lift his head and wag his tail before padding over towards the female with his nose twitching a little bit. Softie was left staring, feeling slightly cheated as his cock was painfully hard against his belly, drooling out a little precum. He bit his lower lip as the coyote moved away from Mirka to let the male have a go at her under tail. The cock was poking out, one fat inch that was denied him as the dog began lapping at the other bitch who yelped out in shock and squirmed away.

“At least Leland got him nice and hard, makes the next part easier, huh?” Doc’s voice was amused as the pony stepped over, the hooves clattering beneath him. “You want to get him prepped for me, I picked up the rods you asked for.”

“W-wait rods? What rods?” Softie asked frantically as Silas moved to pull him back, dragging him over to sit on his ass as the coyote pulled him right back against him.

“Poor little bitch.” Silas murmured and ran a paw right along his stomach. “Don’t you worry, when we’re done you can have Leland give you a nice treat.”

He hated that the thought sent a thrill through him, but it was hard to ignore his desire as the coyote’s furred paw slipped down his belly and lightly wrapped along his cock. He let out a shocked noise and squirmed as the palm cupped against him and gave a tender squeeze that pushed up a thick rivulet of precum. He squirmed and pumped himself upwards into the hold, smearing the precum down his length as he did so. It felt so good to have the fingers rubbing him, pushing upwards right beneath the swell of his cock tip so that he was pushing up into the palm. The coyote’s laughter filled his ears while he was pinned back with another arm right over his chest, making sure he couldn’t get away.

It wasn’t the dog’s tongue, that’s what he craved, what he wanted, but it was a stimulation that made him shiver and forget some of his pride. He didn’t have much room left for pride anymore, not when he was almost constantly craving something that he had never dreamed possible. He felt the finger pad pushing upwards with a light rub that slipped right around the glans. The light strokes dipped back and forth, smearing the precum against him as he arched and moaned out softly, his legs spreading open as the clopping sound of hooves came in closer. He didn’t care if the horse was watching, it felt good and lately that's what his mind concentrated on. His breathing came a little faster as the fingers worked down towards his base and curled around him. The light drag running towards his balls as the buckskin pony came into view and dropped down into a crouch.

The thick fingered hand moved out to cup just beneath the balls and teased him, rubbing lightly so that he writhed backwards and gave a squirm. They hefted them upwards briefly and he jerked up to look at the dark brown eyes regarding him. The lips were pulled back in a smile as Silas moved to pull his stiffened cock down to aim it towards the stallion. He tensed up and pulled backwards as the pony pulled something out of a dark flat pouch. It was silver colored and slightly curved as the doctor twisted it in his fingers lightly to make sure it caught the light. It was some sort of rod, but he had no idea what it was supposed to be or what it was for. He was just left panting and letting out a series of ragged little noises in his throat while his cock was teased, the precum dribbling down faster from the tip and oozing out.

“Well I guess this won't be that different from a bitch.” Doc said with a whickering laugh, curling the fingers u and right over the glans. “Now, just relax, you'll get used to this in no time.”

Softie bit his lip and glanced back at the coyote as the narrow tip of the rod slipped up and ran right along the edge of his cock tip. It gathered up the wetness, cold and strange feeling while it slipped forward to give a light curl in to catch right at the opening of his urethra. He shuddered and tried to pull his hips back, but there was no where for him to go as the tip pushed forward with a gentle nudge forward. He curled his toes, arching his back with a light cry as he felt the tip just barely spreading the tender opening as it dipped forward. He jerked his hips backwards harder before the fingers gave a squeeze, flexing a little bit as he naturally spilled out a drool of precum that ran down over the fingers holding him upright.

“Wa-wait a minute!” He stammered and gave a pull backwards only to feel Silas working to keep him in place. “Let's just talk about this!”

“Now now, all bitches have to learn how to be handled by the vet.” Silas answered and gave a light squeeze as the metal began to pry him wider, the precum bubbled up messily right around the metal.

“But I! Wait... That's...” Softie's voice turned into a whimper as the metal began to sink forward. They weren't listening to him.

It was a shock to feel the smooth metal rod pushing down along the line of his cock tip and dipping forward, spreading him open wider slowly. There was a faint burning sensation as the narrow opening was stretched and forced to wrap around the thing that was pushed forward. It forced the precum out of him, it dribbled down around the tip and rolled down towards the base. He bit back a ragged noise, his heart was pounding in his ears while he experienced the slow dip downwards that pushed deeper into the narrow tunnel. The wet slippery spill of the precum was pushing outwards messily as he felt the probing touch of the rod sliding further. The pony's hand flexed against the base of his cock, caressing lightly so that he nearly pushed up into the touch.

The controlled slip downwards rubbed through the narrow duct, slipping over him and drawing the skin open as wide as possible as it was penetrated in a way that it never should have been opened up. His breath came out a little faster, his heart beating wildly against his chest as Silas teasingly rubbed a paw right down the length of his back as the rod pushed down deeper along his cock. His body stiffened slightly and he experienced to slow dip downwards that parted the narrow duck wider. It was curved ever so slightly, so while he was whimpering out, he felt the tip curling to follow the way the duct curved down towards his balls. He whined out, the breathy animalistic sound burst free as the blunt tip curled low enough that he went stiff and his eyes bulged open wide.

“Shh easy, that’s a good boy, that’s a good boy… yes you are…” Silas murmured, just as he did with all his dogs when they were fretting and getting worked up.

He couldn’t stop the flush of precum that was spilling out while the curved tip rubbed down and there was a feel of pressure before it slipped up at just the right angle that there was a surge of pleasure. It was almost painful feeling as his cock twitched and he wanted to thrust upwards as the pony let out a whickering laugh that filled his ears. It was playful sounding as the metal rod pulled backwards just barely half an inch before it started to delve down again. He was violated with the rub of the rod sliding through him in the most intimate of touches. His balls heaved upwards, trying to push up another eruption of precum from him as the stallion examined him intimately close and caused him to pant out, gasping as he tried to gulp down a breath of air. Silas’ hand moved down to rub right along the underside of his balls, rolling his fingertips back and forth so that the orbs were shifted about.

The tip of the rod was used in a smooth slow caress worked back and forth before pushing right forward to find a spot deep inside of the root of his shaft that had his body flaring to life. He went hot and cold in turns as he felt the drooling precum bubbling up along the metal rod and coating the tip of his cock as it caressed him. The human soon had his toes curling in place as he was forced to endure the burning sensation of his urethra being stretched open wide, forming a mouth around the rod that plunged further and then withdrew, giving light rolling probes that deliberately made him pant in short bursts of noise. His mind was sliding away from him, forgetting everything except the sensations the pony was causing in him. He didn’t even realize that he was letting out short wild noises, the loud sounds more animal than human sounding.

The slow drag back slipped the metal rod backwards, tugging the mouth like opening of his urethra. His precum was building up, finding it harder to bubble up as he was plugged. It shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was, but Silas was rumbling in his ear, the voice short and sweet sounding, treating him like an unthinking dog. That’s what he felt like, he wasn’t being allowed to feel like a human any longer, he felt like he was crumbling over the edges and forgetting everything that he was supposed to be and it was being replaced with the bitch that they were turning him into. He whined out shallowly, his eyes squeezed shut as the rod was pulled free from his twitching cock. The pony flexed the fingers right around the base of the shaft and squeezed playfully as the blunt tip pulled out with a lewd little wet noise.

Thick rivulets of precum erupted from him, rolling downwards as he was left letting out a ragged little noise low in his throat. He tried to squirm back and forth, but Silas was gripping him firmly to make sure that he didn’t go anywhere. Not that he really needed to be grabbed and held, he was lost in the new sensations as the dog let out a chuckle and rubbed a bare hand right against his chest. He was being stroked lightly, tickling over the edges as the stallion set aside the metal rod and gave his hip a little bit of a slap that made him yip and open his eyes. The buckskin pony was sliding the pants open with a little tug of his thick fingers. Softie’s cheeks went a bit hot as he saw the way that the pony was exposing a thick flash of something pink and black.

“I think we need to make sure he’s not going to be backed up.” Doc said and twitched his lips back in a smile. “Besides ya always give Leland a bit of sugar after he’s been working with the bitches.”

The coyote answered by giving a little push that made Softie tumble forward towards the pony exposing himself towards Softie. He felt more than a bit embarrassed that the relative stranger was exposing himself, but he didn’t know what to say about it. He stammered a few times, trying to say something, but nothing came out as the pony neatly grabbed his chin and gave a little bit of a squeeze. Softie could feel his cock bouncing around his underbelly as he was drawn in closer towards the stallion, hearing the coyote moving around the room as he picked up the slightly earthy scent of equine on the air. It was making him feel half dizzy as the thick fingers curled against the line of his neck.

The floppy mottled length was spilled out against the upper belly as he was dragged downwards towards the lap. He tried to squirm backwards a little bit, but the stallion kept a hold on him so he couldn’t quite get free as the thick fleshy cock tip slipped up and bumped right against his nose. The light slap against him startled him into yipping out with a little whimpering sound as the flesh rubbed right against the edge of his lips. He licked his lips, the movement slipped his tongue out before pushing upwards against the line of the horse prick. He gave another pull back, but he was held forward as the rubbing of the tip pushed against him with a little grind that smeared precum right up against the line of his chin.

He’d never seen a horse cock in person before, he’d seen a few pictures, but pictures didn’t prepare him for the heavy flesh that was grinding up against his lips. The scent filled his nose and it was richly masculine, heavily scented so that he began to pant rapidly, his tongue flicked out automatically to slide right around the thick outer edge. He dipped forward to give a slow nudge that slathered his saliva against the thickening flesh that pushed upwards. The salty sweet taste of it lingered on his tongue so that he was greedy for more. He pushed his tongue tip up and inwards, dipping right into the narrow opening of the cock tip and sweeping up.

There was a flush of hot precum, it erupted from the tip and made him choke out a low sound of shock as it filled his senses and he moved in closer. The grip on the back of his neck turned into a light caress, stroking down along the line of his shoulders with a tender rub that made him arch up into the touch, delighting in the way that he was being teased. It was easier to not think about what it was he was doing, it was easier to slip into the mindset of being a dog, especially when he was being pushed right up against the cock. His tongue lavished out again, slipping along the cock with a slimy caress that moved upwards and dipped inwards with a little drag that coated it in a shimmering spill of saliva. The precum oozed out thickly, rolling out to flood his taste buds.

He was distracted enough that he wasn’t quite paying attention to what was going on in the room besides what was happening right beneath his nose. He only came aware when a cold nose pushed right up against the line of his ass and the tongue swept out. The other dog was moving behind him, Leland’s tongue pushed out with an eager swipe that ran right along the line of his ass and dipped right into the crease. He immediately parted his legs and opened them wide so that he could feel the tongue dipping forward with a drag that shoved right up against his anal ring. He tried to bare himself to the dog, his breathing caught in his throat while the pony forcibly shoved his blunt cock tip right between his lips.

“A fine kennel bitch you have, Silas. You found a gem.” Doc grunted as the swollen flesh rubbed right against his tongue.

The thick precum was rolling out along his tongue tip, spilling back towards the back of his throat as he lavished with powerful sweeps of his tongue. He pushed up around the tip, running over the edges as the precum began to drool right against the curve of his tongue, his breathing came in short trembling breaths. He savored the way that it was huffing against him while he felt the tongue pushing up harder against pucker. The dog's touch making him spread himself open wider before the pony pushed forward and pried his jaws open wider. The horse cock was thick, too thick, pushing forward it pinned his tongue down so that he had to work to take it. His breathing came in a little ragged burst before the hips drew backwards. The inches that slipped free barely tugged out enough to help him before the glans pushed further into his throat and he swallowed down greedily.

The slippery spill of the cock tip that pushed deeper nearly choked him, but he struggled against it, he swallowed and suckled, gulping it down as there was a slide that moved further back along the back of his throat. He was struggling with the taste of the shaft, the plunge that pushed him back against the dog's lapping tongue. He squeezed his eyes shut, a bitch didn't complain or try to get away, that was his job, he was supposed to be here for pleasure. He pushed his tongue out a bit more forcefully, suckling and drawing the pony cock in deeper as a hand moved to grasp the back of his neck and pulled him backwards. The force made sure that his chin was glazed with a spill of the precum, it was running down towards the curve of his jawline as he panted shallowly. The cock tip pulled all the way free as the tongue behind him moved away and the hot breath puffed right up along the line of his back.

He was trembling in excitement, all he wanted was more, his body craved it, needed it. He was a bitch, it was a simple fact that he knew exactly what he was supposed to do when it came to serving the dog, not even the fact the pony was using him made him think differently. Instead, he arched himself up into the touch on his hip hooked sharply and the cock rubbed along his face. He was being glazed with the syrupy precum oozing out and running down against the line of his chin. He was breathing out the thick musk scent, shuddering a little while the paw hooked against his hip and pulled him. He felt the weight slipping over his back, the heavy weight pressing down against him as the cock slipped along his cheek and then down again. The pony scent was thick and arousing, making it harder for him to think straight.

The forelegs wrapped around him and hooked tightly against the curve of his stomach, the weight pushed over him as the line of the slippery wet cock pushed up against the crease of his ass. The wet spill of precum spilled out, watery droplets ran along the crease of his ass while the weight pushed down against him and the tip suddenly slapped up against his lips. The pony was aiming himself while Softie was lost in the sensations of the dog clutching against his chest and stomach, yanking at him as the boned cock tip jabbed against him. The little rocks and shoves taunted him and kept him ignoring Doc until something hot and streaming spilled out of the tip and hit him hard on the face. The acrid scent of horse piss filled his senses, making it hard for him to ignore as the stream fell down along the bottom of his chin and ran down the length of his chin.

“NNNF!!” He yelped out while the boned tapered cock tip pushed right up against his pucker, driving forward with a powerful brutal shove.

The paws that gripped him clenched down tightly and squeezed harder as the blunt tip sank in deeper and deeper into his narrow passage. His walls were forced to stretch open wide, flexing and clamping down in a suckling squeeze as the next stream of urine spilled down his chin. It marked his shoulders, running along his chest while he felt the boned cock sinking deeper into him. The crimson shaft pumped and pushed, slinking deeper inside of his body so that the tip dug in deeper, leaving him yelping out a sound of pleasure. He licked his lips, the salty taste of the piss running along his chin making him choke out a low whine, every part of his body on fire while he felt the base of the shaft plunging up against his pucker, trying to pry him open. He was pushed forward towards the pony again, feeling the cock sending out a last spray right over the bridge of his nose.

All he could smell was the thick musk of stallion on the air, the rank scents of it making him drool slightly as Leland's clutching paws pulled him back further, making sure that he was impaled on the tip that drove forward. The knot crashed up against his taut anal ring, prying him open wide, swelling his body until it pulled back out again. His chin was grabbed by the pony who tilted his head back, making his lips open so that the swollen tip pushed forward with a spill of hot slippery precum. He opened his maw wide as the fleshy length shoved forward, muffling his cries and turning them into ragged noises as the cock filled his maw. The tip plunged back into his throat, bloating it open, making his head push backwards before the broad hands grabbed his damp marked shoulders.

The mottled length filled him and pushed him back onto the boned length, the powerful drives that sank the tip deep inside of his anal passage, forcing the knot in and out with lewd wet noises. The popping messy sound rang in his ears as the dog pushed down against the line of his back, pushing roughly down to hold him in place as the hips gave a series of short violent rocks. The precum bubbled out, drooling in thick heavy streamers that punched in deeper inside of him. The base slammed home again, the powerful strikes coming with the grip of the heavy forelegs pulled backwards and made sure that he was being rocked backwards as the tip kept hammering inside of him. The movements built up wildly, each and every thrust forcing him forward so that the blunt tip was forced into his throat.

He was nearly gagging on it, but even that caused a strange thrill to treat him, he lavished with powerful rolls of his tongue, rubbing and gulping, tasting the precum as the dog's thrusts became a blur of movement. The wild blur of movements built up wildly as the powerful hips snapped forward time and again, hitting up against him, shoving up against his ass with a forceful strike. The balls hit against his own orbs, hitting lightly while the next draw backwards slipped it free with a wet slurping noise. He muffled a moan of pleasure as he flexed his lips around the girth and pushed forward, swallowing harder as he pushed further down the heavy shaft. The wet slurping noises filled his ears, making it hard to concentrate between the overwhelming feelings that were being drawn between her.

The cock tip jabbed deeper inside of his body, feeling the walls opening wider, swallowing up along the swell of the bulb pushing forward to glut his narrow body. The walls were opened up wide, his entire body arched up while he felt the slurp and slide of saliva that pushed along the line of his lips. He suckled, dragging faster as the tip drove itself further into his throat, making sure that every last inch was pushed into his maw. He worked his lips up and over the swell of the medial ring, breathing out in short heavy bursts as the dog's blurred legs hammered wildly against him. The tip jabbed deeper and faster, the wet slippery feel of the length popping in and out teased through him until his cock was twitching against his stomach.

It was an arousal that he couldn't stop, that was becoming automatic, but now there was a faint burn from where the rod had dipped into his body. He squirmed and arched his belly upwards, tightening his stomach a little bit as his inner walls closed down tightly. He clutched tightly as the dog's hammering hips were brutal and efficient, constantly stroking through him and churning up the slippery wetness together while the base began to pump inwards. There was a popping feel of the knot stretching him open wider, straining and pushing so that the walls were pried open to the point he couldn't take any more. He spread his legs open wider, bracing himself against the powerful drive of the hips crashing against him.

The tip began to flare open wider, swelling and bulging along his throat as the stallion's hand fell on his head and held him in place as the hips plunged forward before drawing backwards again. The wet slurping sound of precum and saliva mingled together while his breathing came out in ragged bursts, shuddering free before the flared tip plunged right back into his throat again. He was nearly choking on the taste of it, her throat flexing and contracting, pulling along the tip as the first hot spill of cum erupted from the pony and poured into his throat. He could barely pull away, his choked sounds turning into needy high pitched whines as the claws bit down harder against his hips. He was forcibly dragged backwards, the knot swelled and glutted his taut pucker, locking the base deep inside of him as the tip probed as far as it could possibly go.

The balls were pulled up against his own while he suckled and gulped, tasting the thick creamy seed being flung out into his throat, pouring along the length of his tongue. It made sure that every breath, every movement, was forced to inhale the harsh musk of stallion. He closed his eyes and squirmed, wriggling his hips backwards, pushing a bit further as the cock tip of the dog began to twitch inside of him. The jerk and tug of the knot made sure that he was well and truly tied. The twitch and quiver made him squirm, Softie’s entire body flushed with pleasure as he felt a sudden wet splatter of watery cum splattering out right into his narrow passage. Rope after rope quivered free while he cried out. He choked around the pony cock, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as his hips hunched upwards.

He didn’t stop to think about what he was doing, he didn’t care, he was their bitch and all that mattered was the feel of pleasure poured over him. Every throb and pulse ran through him until he was unable to think straight, whining out raggedly, his nostrils flaring open wide. He felt the stream of cum against the line of his belly and chest, drooling over the edges in a thick wave. He squeezed his eyes shut, simply basking in the feel of how the cock tip was spilling the hot ropes through him, pushing in deeper, the lewd squelching noises filled the air. The knot pulled lightly, the slight tugs jerking against him, the weight pressed against his back as the hot breath puffed right against the nape of his neck as the animal wriggled a little bit.

“I might just have to borrow this bitch.” Doc said, his voice a pleasured slur, fingers moved to slip down along the curve of his cheek. “She’s got some real promise to her.”

Softie swallowed, lapping his tongue right along the blunt tip of the equine cock, he didn’t feel stirrings of horror or upset, he felt anticipation rising up in his chest. At some point he had stopped fighting what being used like this felt like, at some point it had simply become pleasure, real pleasure. He whined softly under his breath. Silas’ paw moved to stroke right down along his back as the coyote crouched down with a little flick of his heavy furred tail.

“Perhaps you can, of course, we’ve got a long way to go still.” The coyote said and the pony pulled his softening cock free with a lewd popping noise.

The dog on his back shifted, the legs swinging around him so that he felt it swinging right up and over his ass, the balls cramming up against him while the spire remained pushed deep inside of his belly. The cock tip drooled cum from the tip messily, dribbling down and pushing inwards in a warm rush that he wanted more of. His walls milked and squeezed, suckling as the tail wagged right along the small of his back and the coyote moved to cup a hand right beneath his chin. The light pull turned his head to one side, leaving him staring blindly at his master. His breath caught in his throat as his collar was lightly shifted, moving it around his neck and rubbing just beneath the curve of the chin, tickling just a little bit.

“From now on, my fine little bitch, you’re going to live here like the rest of the dogs.” Silas murmured softly. “It’s time that we take your training to the next level.”

~ ~ * ~ ~

Softie wriggled a little bit and blinked as he woke up in a nest of straw in the kennel and blinked a little bit while there was a sound of footsteps coming from deeper in the building. The scent of dogs filled the air while he stood up on all fours and yawned wide, trying to figure out who it was walking through the kennel this early in the morning. He felt sleepy and slow minded as he poked his head out of the box he had been sleeping in to hear the dogs all starting to bark and yelp which made him feel just a bit more awake. He yawned a little bit, and moved a hand up to push his hair away from his eyes as the dog next to him began to bark louder and he realized that it wasn’t even dawn yet, it was still dark.

The past few days he had been forced to live in this place like just another dog, constantly being made to do what they said he was supposed to do and exactly the way they said to do it. He slept in a box in a kennel, he was fed the same, watered the same. His life as a human was starting to be stripped away from him. He was still paid, of that they were quite firm that he was still getting money put in his bank account, but he had begun to find it hard to worry about such things while he was left in a box waiting for his next command. He was just another one of the bitches to them, one that was given commands on what he was supposed to do and why, it was starting to become easier to just obey rather than question his role here. That should have clued him in, but it didn’t, it never really did.

Each night he slept in a different kennel as the bitches were moved around and he was never given a clean one to sleep in. He was constantly surrounded by the scent of female dog, something that he had begun to equate with arousal. It wasn’t the sort of arousal that made him want to mount one, but something that had his mind sliding towards the feel of a knot sliding inside of him. He had begun to crave it in a way that made payment in money only a side benefit as he was being taught to want other things more. It had been days since he’d been used last and he itched for one of the males to be brought to him or to be taken to one of them. He was embarrassed to admit it, but it was hard to deny the way his body reacted when he was around them.

“Down, easy!” It was Silas, he was letting out a short command that made Softie perk up a little bit and move out of the box a bit further.

The light at the end of the hall revealed that the coyote was bringing a new dog into the kennel, but it wasn’t one of the well bred and trained one. They were all willing to answer him without even blinking, even if it was something they didn’t want to hear, this one was yanking and pulling against a lead. It was larger and stranger looking, with a heavy blocky head that had a short muzzle and heavy furred hide that was more mussed up than well kept. It made the human shrink back a little as it lunged a kennel and sent one of the other bitches backing away rapidly. That’s what made him shrink back further into his kennel and swallow a little bit. He didn’t know what the dog was doing here, but he sure as hell didn’t want anything to do with the wild creature that was wheezing as it fought the collar roughly.

“She’s in 9 tonight, Dad, just don’t let him go until you get that door open!” One of the coyote’s children called out.

“Teach your grandmother to suck eggs!” Silas snarled in response as the sound of the dog came in closer. “Here we go. Hold damn you!”

The dog surged in front of his kennel and whined under his breath as he backed further into his box and watched the towering male looming above him. The huffing breath filled his ears and the dog looked at him with bright eyes and pawed roughly on the wire metal fence. The paw was massive and frightening looking as the blocky headed male reared up and fought the leash to try and get free as Silas snapped a few commands. The coyote didn't really try to regain control of him, instead he reached beyond the dog to grab the chain that kept the door locked and flipped it open around the eager dog. Softie swallowed, feeling his heart pounding in his chest as the dog dropped down only to lunge up again. It was a startling amount of power in the way he crashed forward and hit with both heavy paws to either side. His claws dug in and yanked at the chain link eagerly.

The other dogs could be dominating, but they were well trained to listen to their own and this one was not. He was heavier and broader of chest, the weight was probably at least equal to his own. It made him try to make himself look small as the dog dropped down and ran a tongue right along his blunt muzzle. The dog was taller than he was, built like a mastiff and made Softie look wildly towards the coyote who swung the door open and led the dog in. He kept the leash short, but the dog was lunging and snuffling eagerly, the nose working wildly as he huffed and sucked in deep breaths. The tail was long and whip like, wagging wildly back and forth as the dark glittering eyes were fixated on him without a single hint of intelligence found there.

“Doc brought him in, wants to see how you handle Faust. He's not yet been put to stud and I'm not about to have a batch of mongrels here.” Silas said and reached down towards the neck. “You behave, now, I'm sure you'll figure out how to calm him down.”

“B-but..” Softie stammered, and then saw the glare as the coyote's ears went back and he forced himself to close his mouth. Talking wasn't allowed, it was never allowed. He was supposed to be silent.

Faust was turned loose into the kennel as Silas stepped back, letting him have free rein while Softie tried to hide as best as he could inside of the box. The male was too large, too loud, he didn't know what he would do when he found that there wasn't a real bitch waiting for him in the kennel. He was huffing and stuffing his muzzle down into the straw while the boy watched with pleading eyes as the coyote stepped out of the kennel with a clatter of metal on metal. The dog barely glanced back at the anthro walking away, it pushed up some straw and lifted his head to peer into the dog box at Softie. The human swallowed, his tongue felt dry as he tried to figure out how to get around the animal and to the door. He didn't care about the rules, he could get the door and bolt out even if the rules said he shouldn't.

“You make a good impression now, you don't want to mess up when you might earn yourself a bonus for all that hard work.” Silas said before walking away, not even looking back.

Softie didn't care about the money, he cared about the fact that the dog was stuffing himself into the dog box. He was big enough that he nearly blocked out all the light with his body as he snuffled and let out a huff. The scent of bitch was thick in the dog house, mostly because female dogs had a habit of peeing in the corners so that it was always richly scented. He was snuffling eagerly and wagging his tail faster as the light was mostly hidden behind his bulk as the sharp acrid bite of male dog filled the air. He growled softly, the sound vibrating the air as he walked in stiff legged and approached her. It was frightening to see the sheer amount of weight on the animal as the blunt muzzle shoved into the box and snuffled eagerly towards him.

He did his best to stay back as far as he could possibly go, his body tensing up while there was a sudden snarl when Softie gave a little twinge backwards. He couldn't get away from the creature as he froze and suddenly a large paw swiped against one of his hips and gave a rough yank. The blunt claws raked over the line of his bare hip making him yelp out as the nose stuffed down and the cold nose nearly pushed against his cock. He tried to squirm away from the tooth filled muzzle that was pushing into his loins and sucking down mouthfuls of the mingled scents of bitch and human. The creature didn't seem to be concerned that it was a human man, the paw pushed down harder and kept him pinned in place as the male crowded him in the dog box and refused to let him past. Instead, he was backed further into the corner and left whining under his breath, not quite sure what to do.

The large dog sniffed higher up, growing more excited as he took up more room inside of the dog house, keeping Softie pinned pack as the nose brushed against him. The slide and push rubbed up against his bare chest and the paw suddenly hooked against his hip and the head tried to stuff behind his back. The nose huffed loudly and he felt a hot rush of steaming breath rushing down the length of his back and making him writhe in place before the dog let out a short happy noise. It was a low groaning noise as the human rolled over obediently and let the nose slide down along the crease of his ass. There was a splatter of saliva that fell down against him, spilling down to either side of his ass cheeks and making him flinch slightly in disgust, but he remained still.

Whatever Faust was sniffing he was quite pleased with it as he moved around the box slightly and then moved press a paw right against the curve of his back. The heavy haunches moved in closer and he tensed up slightly, a little shiver of anticipation ran over his body as he felt the familiar warm breath against the back of his neck. It didn’t matter that the dog was a monster and so much larger, what mattered was a flush of raw desire that ran over him and craved to have more. He tilted his ass up slightly, exposing himself as much as he possibly could before the dog cocked a leg up in an all too familiar way. The brief flutter of desire to have the dog on and inside of him was suddenly washed away as a steaming spray of piss hit his side in a hot acrid blast that made him jump forward slightly.

The claws dug down harder against his back and there was a low threatening growl that filled the small dog box and the stream hit harder against the line of his ass. It was rank scented, the thick musk was choking him and in the confined area pushed back the scent of the female dog that had been in here. He twisted and squirmed in place, the little writhes and movements weren’t tolerated as he forced to hold in place as more weight pressed against his back. The stream ran down between his legs and coated his balls, hot and frothing as it worked right over his ass and he could feel it puddling there in the most degrading way possible. He wanted to kick the dog off, the get up yelling in a way that would make Faust back away, but he didn’t. Whatever strength he had possessed in regards to being the one in control of the dogs was lost as he was forced to submit to the attention.

The dog’s piss ran up along his back in little final squirts, each one splattering out with a little stream that sent droplets falling down along either side of his body. He was choking on the way the scent was covering his skin, his body hunching down even as he shifted his hips up slightly. The muzzle bumped his shoulder and there was a swipe of a broad slimy tongue that pushed upwards, rubbing over the edges with a slathering caress that swirled this way and that. The low growl vibrated down her spine as another stream hit her and the paw slid off her back. Her back? Softie jerked a bit and jumped away, scrambling to roll over as he realized that he was equating himself as female. He wasn’t a female, he was a male!

Faust wagged his tail and stared at her before deliberately dropping down in front of the door. He made no attempt to get on top of him or get him on all fours, but watched with an almost smug expression as the length of the broad tongue licked over his chops. He was proud of himself, and the human was left sticky with the acrid scent of piss covering him and starting to dry along the small of his back. It wasn’t going to get any better for him, not at all.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Softie wasn’t moved from his kennel with the arrival of Faust, instead he was forced to share the small space with the massive mastiff that loomed above him at all times. He wasn’t able to stand up on two legs, not even when the coyotes weren’t around, because the dog took exception to anything he did that wasn’t behaving like a canine. And that wasn’t the worst part of it, the worst part was the Faust was possessive and dominating of him. Everything he did, where he went to the bathroom, what he ate and when, where he slept, was controlled by the wild creature. He wasn’t allowed near the front door of the kennel, not ever, and the scent of bitch was soon being overrun with the raw male musk from the stud-dog as the creature continually lifted his leg to mark his territory.

Three days of being pissed on and being surrounded by the scent began to work on the human’s mind and psyche. It was hard to ignore the fact that his body reacted strongly to the animal and Faust didn’t give him what he wanted. The dog was well endowed and hung, the heavy furred sheath beneath his belly was fat and promising, making him think about what would be hiding there. He wanted it, but he wasn’t given any sort of attention on that end, he was simply herded and crowded, often going to bed wet with the piss. Each time the dog relieved himself he was given a tantalizing flash of the violet-red length poking out, making him want to know just what else was hiding in there.

I don’t know why I think that way, I shouldn’t be thinking that way.. He thought with a shiver while he watched the dog heaving himself up with a yawn.

He was growing obsessed, angry and confused that he wasn’t being mounted. Whatever part of him that had pride about the matter was gone as he dog deliberately padded over towards the line of the cages and gave a few snuffs. The interested perk of the years showed him that Faust was going to mark the cage again that was already slathered in dried piss and musk, but this time the human moved. He kept on all fours as the dog’s tapered cock tip pushed out of the swollen sheath and there were a few spritz of piss that began to squirt out while Softie squirmed a little bit closer and the dog let out a soft rumble. He didn’t know why the dog wanted him around if not to fuck him, but he was going to change things. He had to change things.

He felt the hot breath against him as the dog turned his head, but he was already pushing his head under the body. He moved his hand up and the moment his fingers left the ground and lifted higher than normal Faust’s teeth nipped him firmly with a rough pinch. He let out a yelp and then flinched, but he dropped his head as he nuzzled up under the broad barrel chested mastiff. The hind legs were stiff as he nuzzled upwards and saw the tip still dripping droplets of yellow piss from the tip before he licked out with a few lavishing strokes. He pushed out and swirled his tongue back and forth gently against the very tip. He shivered at the biting bitter taste of the piss and was almost immediately rewarded with a fresh gush that dribbled along his chin, but he didn’t let it stop him.

The heavy dog shifted above him, the forepaws spread open a bit wider as he ran his tongue with a sweep and push that dipped down a bit further that ran along the slimy length. It began to slide outwards as the dog let out a whining sound of pleasure and the dribble of acrid golden fluid turned into something sweeter. He could taste the mixture filling his taste buds and squirmed a little bit as he licked up higher and had to turn his head to manage it. The boned length was more promising than it first appeared, making his cheeks burn as he realized he was salivating as he licked further up and pursed his lips to wrap right around the tip as the dog gave a sudden jerking thrust forward. It was hard enough that his nose was hit, but he didn’t care, he was suddenly treated to his entire maw being filled with heavy cock flesh.

He groaned out and suckled along the cock greedily, rubbing downwards as more of it surged out and grew fatter, forcing his lips open wider. He wasn’t being forced, the dog hadn’t really done anything except mark him, but he wanted to taste and feel the shaft as it filled his maw. It jabbed right into his throat as the hips began to give short jabs forward, driving along his tongue as drool and precum churned in his mouth and ran along his chin. He swallowed harder and pushed forward, swallowing as the tip began to push towards the back of his throat. He nearly gagged at the sudden thrust that rocked him backwards and he felt two forelegs starting to slide right along the edge of his chest. The rough claws scraped against him, dragging this way and that as he realized that Faust was trying to mount him, but the wrong way. Not that the dog cared, the dog was clutching as the weight pushed hard against his back and the hips gave another rough thrust.

He gagged as the dog cock plunged into his throat and then he tried to relax himself, slathering his tongue along the line of the cock as it pushed forward and the grip on his chest enabled the dog to give a few powerful thrusts. They were perfectly timed, jabbing hard into the back of his throat as he swallowed the spray of watery precum that erupted from the tip and poured down his throat. He swallowed and choked a little bit, but he pushed his way past the discomfort and simply basked in the delight of feeling the way the cock rubbed through his maw. He was running his tongue against the glassy smooth flesh as the haunches began to give short wild thrusts, the back was hunched forward as the glistening length rubbed and plumped with blinding speed, squirting out precum almost constantly.

The base began to slide free of the sheath, the thick lips peeling backwards so that it was crashing against his lips and he didn’t care. He tightened his maw down and squeezed eagerly to feel the weight of the tip jabbed deeper and made his throat contract. He molded around the shaft as he used his tongue to slide back and forth, his teasing caresses working as his lips spread open wider and began to swallow all the way up along the base as it pried him open wider. The tip was pushing into his throat, the wild rough jabs starting to grow harder as the paws curled against his chest and squeezed tightly. He moved his hand up, muffling a groan as Softie stroked his fingers under the heavy dark balls, caressing with his fingers and feeling the weight of them. They were flopping wildly against his fingers as he squirmed in place.

His cock was so hard under his belly, it was responding to the rush of desire that came as he lavished his tongue upwards and swallowed with a wet slurping noise. The precum was spurting out faster as the dog bore down against him with the hot breath hitting against his ass. The slimy tongue swiped out against the crease of his ass, leaving him shaking slightly as he squirmed backwards and gave a push backwards into the touch. The cock slurped backwards, pulling free with a wet noise before he began to work his way back onto the knot, straining and working his lips up and over the hard bulb. It was too thick, it forced the tip just that much deeper into his throat as he contracted his hold around the length. His groaning cries turning into ragged animalistic noises as the dog shortened his thrusts.

Softie didn’t care that the knot was being pushed into his mouth, he didn’t think about the consequences, he just knew that he was being a good bitch to his stud. That’s all that mattered and it was a soothing state as the knot popped into his maw and caught right behind his teeth and lips. Almost immediately the heavy dog flesh began to swell and open wider, swelling and bulging as his throat was forced to be feel the inches of boned shaft jabbing in. The squirts became thicker as the dog growled and whined above him, the legs were yanking him forward as he moved his hand down to cup under the heaving balls. He wanted more, he squirmed in place and avidly imagined the obscenely sized knot driven inside of him, causing him to moan out shallowly and tightened his hold. That’s all the dog was waiting for, the balls began to twitch and quiver, the sudden heaving upwards sending an eruption of hot heavy cum pouring into his maw.

The knot swelled wide enough his jaws hurt, they were forcibly opened up as rope after rope of the dug cum poured directly down his throat. He whimpered and dropped his hand back down to the ground while he suckled. He wanted more, he ran his tongue along the heaving flesh as the dog’s legs relaxed around his chest and he heard the heavy panting sound above him was overly loud as another thick wad of cum erupted from the tip. He couldn’t even partially close his mouth as the knot locked as surely as a ball gag, keeping his head tucked under the dog’s waist and feeling every little salty quiver. He whimpered and hunched his back slightly, thrusting his cock against his own stomach as Faust shifted his forelegs around him with a slight whine.

That was his only warning as the dog slid off of him, tugging so that Softie was yanked forward with the knot locked inside of his jaws. He gulped down again, tightening his tongue under the quivering length despite the fact that his ass felt empty. He wanted more, he wanted to be fucked and impaled, it was a need that made him groan out as the dog swung a hind leg right up and over his shoulders with a smooth slide that brushed against the line of his back before Faust turned around. Softie couldn’t get out of the way as the twitching fat balls were moved up to rest right above his nose, the hot scent of the dog filling his nose as he was forced to stand with his mouth joined along the loins, feeling every twitch. The balls were pulsing in time with the splattering of cum oozing down his throat messily.

“I told you she’d give in eventually.” Doc’s voice was a roughened sound of pleasure and lust, making Softie snap his eyes open. “Just give her some time and she’d get Faust humping her.”

“The wrong end though.” Silas pointed out.

The human realized that the pair of anthros were standing nearby, watching everything with amusement. He couldn’t quite see them, he couldn’t see much except the bulging orbs heaving up as the knotted cock worked to flood his throat. He twisted his head just a little, moving along the cock so the fat swollen knot twitched slightly, he could just make out the pair of them as they watched. Was this what they wanted? For him to make the dog hump him? Certainly Faust had been possessive enough over him!

“Oh I’m sure with work she’ll get him on her back.” Doc said and then let out a low laugh. “Poor Faust, he’s almost forgotten what it is to be human, it took him long enough.”

“That’s because you changed him first.” Silas responded. “Softie will be much better, she’s already half trained, by the time you start changing her she’ll be more dog than human.”

_WHAT?! _ The human’s eyes flashed open wide at the comment, feeling a surge of fear at the way they were talking. He rolled his eyes up to look at the heavy black balls. Faust had been a human? They were going to do the same to him?

“We’ll see. Get them both ready when he’s tugged free and I’ll get her started. Who knows, she might just be a favorite of the stallions, certainly she’s eager with the dogs.” Doc whickered a sound of laughter. “Make sure you have her chart ready and her specifications, I’d hate to have her changed into something you can’t use.”

“Oh I’ll always have a use for her, she is my favorite after all.” Silas responded with a throaty rumble of pleasure. “Such a good little kennel bitch.”