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The Cruelty of his Lover

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by AngelOD

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Tristan woke slowly, venturing into the waking world like a free diver returning from the depths of the ocean. He had hit no records during the course of his sleep and yet still found himself waking refreshed, the German Shepherd stretching his arms above his head as he yawned. The comforter had become tangled around his legs at some point in the night and he squirmed and kicked his way free of it, blinking gunk from his eyes as the bedroom that his girlfriend had decorated slowly came into view.

And then he remembered with a puppy-like yip that had his jaw clicking closed and the canine sitting bolt upright in bed.

It was his birthday!

Oh, of course, he was old enough that every birthday when he'd been a pup had been so good and fulfilling that birthday as a grown-up had never quite compared. And that was exactly why he'd put so much effort into his girlfriend Angela's birthday - each and every one of them. He smiled, hugging his knees to his chest as he thought back. The beautiful canine, a German Shepherd just like him, deserved everything he had to give her and far, far more than he ever could give her. Days out and lavish dinners were nothing to him: not when it was money spent on her. The only thing he ever wanted was to hear her laugh and see her smile, every single day of his life.

Not that he expected any money to be spent on him, of course. Tristan frowned and shook his head minutely. No, he'd never want Angela to spend on him; that would be a horrible thing to desire. It was the thought that mattered to him more than anything else. But he couldn't help that old flicker of excitement. curling up from his stomach. all the same.

His eyes fell on the empty space in bed beside him, an indent in the mattress from where his girlfriend's body had lain through the night. And he couldn't contain his excitement for a moment longer: he had to rise! What had Angela planned for him? He wagged his tail so hard that it became a blur, only pausing to drag a pair of boxers on to cover his dignity. Not that it really mattered if he walked around naked in their house. No one else would be there, after all.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He got halfway down the stairs before the first thump reached his ears, emanating up from the kitchen. Tristan grinned, clasping his paws to his chest as he crept up on what he thought was just his girlfriend. It should have been just his girlfriend. And then the noises that had his ears pricking up caught up with his brain, reality smashing into his senses with the force of a ton of bricks - a far cry from the free dive of his dreams the night before.

Angela did not moan like that when she was on her own. Neither did she snarl out her pleasure and demand more, something that she never cried out for from him. Something - the kitchen table? - scraped and groaned across the linoleum as a sharp smacking sound of one fur meeting another in harsh intimacy thrummed out.

He stepped into the kitchen, his breath ripped away.

He could not have expected the guy with his cock jammed into his girlfriend's cunt to be one of his best friends, a tiger that he had worked with for years. Too many years, perhaps, if he felt it appropriate to fuck his girlfriend over their very own kitchen table! Aaron dug his claws into the canine's hips as he bent her over the table, letting her steady herself as he slammed into her over and over again, that barbed shaft stretching her wider than Tristan could ever have hoped to.

He opened and closed his mouth several times as Angela threw her head back and howled, body quaking in orgasm. Tristan inhaled deeply through his nostrils, pressing his paws over his muzzle. What was he supposed to do? His heart dropped, the room spinning and spinning and spinning around him as if he was suddenly on a sickeningly jolting fairground ride. Everything that had once been familiar was now strange in the little home that he had loved so much and was now defiled by a tiger and the German Shepherd he had loved - still loved!

Glancing back at him, Aaron spared a second to smirk at him, a cocky glint in his eye as his thrusts sped up, the lewd sound of him fucking Angela's wet cunt echoing around the kitchen. And Tristan, frozen in disbelief, stared on, eyes wide and bulging out of his skull.

He should have been disgusted. He should have been horrified. He should have screamed and thrown the two of them from the house. There were many things he should have done that he did not do and simply could not bring himself to do.

But he couldn't. His resolve wavered, eyes watering. He couldn't feel ill towards them when Angela's jaw hung slack in pleasure, Aaron growling like a wild cat as his balls pulled up closer to his striped body and he unloaded his load into the willing bitch. Angela curled her fingers around the edge of the table, careful to catch Tristan's eyes as she moaned and ground her hips back on that fat, barbed length, the perfect size to fill her as she deserved to be filled.

Tristan gulped. He'd only wanted a nice birthday, a little romance. But, in her own strange way, Angela had already given him exactly what he'd wanted.

Her eyes smouldered as she jerked her head back to her gaping cunt, pussy drooling with a cocktail of tiger-cum and her own slick arousal. Tristan ducked his head, averting his eyes. He never had managed to fill her that much - not by a long shot. Aaron hissed, teeth bared, as he let Tristan see the full size of his cock, larger than his even as it softened, though the German Shepherd suspected not for very long. Panting heavily, Angela cast him a look that said far more than her words, fingers digging lightly into her own fleshy, round buttocks as she pulled them apart to better show off the mess of her cunt.

"Your_breakfast_ is ready."

Tristan shivered and stepped back involuntarily, shaking his head even as the words flew to his lips.

"I can't." His voice was shakier than he wanted it to be. "Angela... You..."

He choked on the words, pressing his lips back together. It was no good trying to talk when there may as well have been a paw squeezing tighter and tighter around his throat.

Angela clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, shaking her head in mock disappointed as she snapped her fingers.

"Too bad. I didn't give you a choice there now, did I?"

Her voice had a bite to it that he'd never heard before and, even as Aaron laughed, his voice taking on a cruel edge, Tristan stepped woodenly up to the lady who had been his world - who was still his world. Looking down at her, he took in her sweaty, matted fur, hair that had been perfectly brushed and groomed now a flurried halo around her head.

She grinned back at him and gave him a wink that conveyed not a single hint of emotion, arching her back as she wagged her buttocks in his face. Her viciously stretched cunny oozed semen, her inner thighs lewdly soaked. Tristan shuddered. It surely had not been the first load Aaron had dumped in her to make such a mess.

"Enjoy your breakfast, honey!"

The words slipped out in a voice so falsely cheery that he whimpered, closing his eyes if but for a brief moment. It could have been any other time. It could have been any other birthday. But it wasn't. And he found his legs buckling without his mind consciously telling them too, body weak to her will and her love.

And why did it feel so right too? Tristan swallowed hard, staring at his girlfriend's cunt as if waiting for the right cue, the right moment, to distract him from the niggling thought pushing its way up to the forefront of his mind. Was it right? Was it wrong? He glanced back at Aaron, tail tucked down firmly over his rump as the tiger smirked and lashed his long, striped tail with a lazy air that Tristan could never have matched on his best of days.

Right or wrong... He blinked slowly, the room seeming to pulse in slow motion around him as his heart beat drummed patiently against his ear drums, watching the scene as if from a great distance away. That was a thought that he didn't need to address, not in the moment.

He only had to act.

Dropping completely to his knees, he closed his eyes and pretended they were alone. He pressed his tongue up to her cunny and shoved his tongue in as deep as he could go, the questing tip not even reaching her cervix. She closed her thighs around his head, trapping him there encased in the aroma of sweat and musky maleness, a scent that would not easily be dismissed from her lover. His muzzle creased and he tried to whine, though the only sound that came out was a muffled grunt, stifled by her strong thighs and glutes.

He could not pretend for long. As he lapped and wrinkled his nose at the thick, heady scent of another male's semen, faintly managing to pretend somewhere in the depths of his mind that it was his, something wet trickled onto the top side of the canine's muzzle. He twisted his head, striving to evade it, but the stream was relentless once it had been unleashed. Above him, he was dimly aware of Angela and Aaron laughing, the tiger running his paws all over her body as if he owned any claim to her.

The pressure around his head was relinquished all of a sudden and he gasped for much needed breath, ears pinned all the way back. But Angela had not released him out of pity, but rather to show off what more her better and stronger and fitter lover had done for her.

Pushing a finger into her tail hole, the canine gave an exaggerated moan as she eased it past the sensitive flesh, pushing out a thick globule of semen mixed with what could only be some kind of lubricant from the forbidden hole. Tristan gaped and whined, struck dumb as he watched his girlfriend finger-fuck her anal ring, driving the digit deeper and deeper as she showed off just how well fucked the previously unused hole had been.

"Yeah, he's already been in my arse too," she snorted, pausing only to deliver a deep, passionate kiss onto Aaron's waiting lips. "Sorry you never got to do that there, pup. Need the size and all that." She blew him a kiss, lips puckering prettily. "You understand, don't you?"

Scowling at him, she grabbed his head and rammed his nose into her buttocks, the fur matted with sweat. He gasped, inhaling her musk in a big gulp of breath that sent his senses spinning, the kitchen floor hard beneath his knees.

"Get your tongue in there too - it's _your_breakfast. You wouldn't want to turn down your birthday breakfast now, would you? I'll be upset if you don't like your present."

Screwing up his face, Tristan whimpered and ignored the moisture building in the corners of his eyes. He could only do as she bid and shoved his tongue into her dirty tail hole, cleaning out the deluge of semen and bitter lubricant that was never designed to go down a fur's throat. She had him well and truly under her control. As he lapped, something more savage and acrid hit his senses and he groaned, wondering just what else Aaron had made a mess of her backside with. Her tail hole was far from clean as it was and he cried into her fur, musky tail pressed down on top of his head like a shield that only trapped him in place.

Angela huffed and ground her sweaty rump back onto his muzzle, forcing him closer up against her.

"Make sure you get every drop, good and deep. I wouldn't want to be disappointed in you - again."

She shook her head, attention already moving off in another direction from him. She, after all, had far more entertaining things before her than the fur that was supposed to be the love of her life and her boyfriend. Her muzzle met Aaron's and the lewd, lustful sound of their sloppy kisses filled the air as Tristan whimpered and cleaned her arsehole with the best tool he had at his disposal.

Angela bored of him. Thrusting the now openly crying German Shepherd away, she let him topple to the floor, the hard linoleum smacking into his cheek. He scrabbled and caught himself in time for a pair of dirty panties to be dropped onto his muzzle. Coughing and pushing them away, he spat out a globule of cum as Angela laughed and fluttered her fingers at him, one paw on her hip.

"That's your birthday present - don't be so rude! I want to see you enjoying your present for me!"

Tristan recoiled, but she was too quick for him. Grabbing the back of his head, she forced his muzzle down and rubbed his nose through what swiftly became apparent as a heavily soiled pair of panties, not just worn ones, and mocked him until he did what she wanted. He snaked his tongue out, cheeks burning with shame, and lapped along the fabric as he had done her cunt. The faintest taste of her juices remained and he relished it amongst the harder taste of cum that wasn't even his, the piss-scent far stronger in the undergarment than it had been on her rump and arsehole.

Was this what his life had come to? Nothing but a toy for her to use and abuse? He growled and snapped his jaws, ears twitching to catch her instructions as she closed his jaws around the disgusting panties, leaving him with the material dangling pathetically as Aaron prepared her breakfast. When she sat down for the breakfast that he'd really wanted to have, he whimpered and stared pleadingly at her, muzzle reeking of urine. He didn't know if he'd ever get the smell out of his fur.

"That's it, lick them good now," she cooed, eyeing him as she speared a rasher of crispy bacon for herself. "Such a nice little chew toy for a puppy! I knew you'd like it! You like it, don't you? Do you like your present?"

Even though his eyes watered, Tristan nodded as obediently as he could manage and worked his jaws back and forth, squeezing a bit more of the piss-soaked rag into his muzzle. Gagging with tears running down his muzzle, he tried to please her still, do what she obviously wanted him to do. He even tried a little wag of his tail, the fluffy appendage flipping dully against the linoleum.

Angela didn't notice, having eyes only for the buff tiger, savouring his own breakfast in the nude, soft cock hanging limply against his thigh. Tristan knew it would only take one touch from Angela for that shaft - a length that put his to utter shame - to harden and be ready for everything she wanted again.

The day should have been for him, but they fucked in every position and place imaginable, using their house and him as their suitably placed toy. The German Shepherd never even got to leave the house for his birthday, forced instead to serve them and clean up their messes as they enjoyed one another's bodies as only they knew how. They laughed at him and mocked the mess on his fur, Aaron even relieving himself on Tristan's muzzle rather than walk to the bathroom to urinate. And Angela laughed and clapped her paws, delighting in her boyfriend's helplessness.

The worst of the humiliation - could it have gotten any worse? - came at dinner time, when he would have hopefully been enjoying a birthday meal with the love of his life. While they feasted on rare sirloin steak, a bowl of urine soaked kibble was shunted across the kitchen floor towards him. He knew he didn't have a choice in eating it or not. He only wished he knew who the urine belonged too as it slipped down his throat.

They didn't even let him eat in the same room as them.

Only when every last scrap of dinner had been eaten did they drag him to the bedroom along with them and send him to the doggy basket in the corner of the room. Tristan's heart sank, ears dropping as his stomach churned. Didn't he even get to clean up then?

"Dogs don't sleep in the bed."

He wanted to say that she was as much a dog as he was, but he ground his teeth together, a pulsing headache throbbing inside his skull. Sitting in the bed, he rubbed his temples and moaned uselessly as his little cock swelled with blood, aroused from just the sight of Angela's firm backside rising as she encouraged Aaron to mount her with a slap on her own arse.

The pain worsened as they fucked, though Tristan could not have said why. All he knew was that his head dipped lower and lower as he tried to rub the stench of cum and piss from his muzzle and chest, though there seemed to be nothing that could get rid of the smell or the memories.

Squealing, Tristan grabbed at his stomach, head rolling from shoulder to shoulder as Aaron emptied yet another load into Angela's well used cunt. The tiger lifted his head, a snicker dying on his lips.

"He sure is crying a lot now..."

Aaron almost sounded concerned, but Angela brushed his worries aside, letting him curl up in the doggy basket as his vision swayed sickeningly. Tristan clutched his stomach and hunched in over his body, ears pinned back. What was happening? Why did he hurt so much? And why was it getting worse, ripping through him like his guts were being torn open and intestines yanked out in ropes?

Angela_laughed_.

"Don't worry, honey, that just means the poison is working. He won't be a bother to us now."

Tristan's eyes widened, but, as he scrambled onto all fours, he knew it was already too late for help. It had always been too late for him. He barely got up onto his knees before he crashed back into the softly padded bed, howling as the pain worked itself deeper and deeper. Angela paid him no mind and he managed to lift his head enough to see her straddle the tiger's hips, the feline's cock sinking deep into her hungry snatch while the Sheppie edged closer and closer to his fate.

"Just one call could save you," Angela huffed, fighting to get the words out, though it was more than Tristan could articulate anymore. "But we're not going to make that call... You don't deserve that call."

He couldn't have said whether or not he deserved it, only that his sweetheart, his love, deemed it not to happen. And he had no say in that as they fucked in several positions, mocking his cries as they turned to scream and then, finally, gargled whimpers as blood filled his throat. The canine's eyes turned glassy as life left him in one, last death rattle slipping from his throat. It was never the place for him anyway, though he couldn't quite wipe the smile from his muzzle, listening to Angela enjoy herself so thoroughly, the taste of cum and piss still rank on his lips.

The last words he heard came from Angela's lips and he wouldn't have had it any other way. It was all worth it for the time he had had with her.

"Just the place for him to leave us..."

"We'll enjoy one another forever, for him."