{"sf1_id":1335434,"sf2_id":"keNaBNw1","title":"The Hound","author":"ArloLab","words":1141,"posted_at":"2018-05-19T02:43:25.000Z","tags":["Alcohol","Anal","Ass","Bestiality","Cock","Comedy","Cumming","Dog","Drunken Fun","Felch","Felching","Homosexual","Human","Kinky","Love","Lust","M/M","Male/Male","Penetration","Penis","Pet","Poem","Rimming","Sex","Sheath","Tailhole","Zoophilia"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1335434-the-hound","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/keNaBNw1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0b/60/0b60e886-f768-43e3-ba69-4c21554ecf92","description":"This may be the most autistic thing I've ever written. Imagine Edgar Allan Poe's \"The Raven\", except it's interspecies erotica, and also based on obscure YouTube video from 2006 of a drunk guy describing sex with a dog.","content":"Once, upon an evening splendid, as another drink I blended\n\nWith the mint and sweets intended to renew my bourbon straight,\n\nWith the julep fit to guzzle, suddenly I felt a nuzzle\n\nFrom the soft, insistent muzzle of my hound, who could not wait\n\nOne more second for his dinner, one more moment for his fete.\n\n\u0026nbsp;“Well, “I muttered, “That’s just great.”\n\nTruly, I had not forgotten my companion I’d spoiled rotten,\n\nDuring dinner, finished not an hour ago, I’d shared my plate.\n\nNonetheless, he sat contritely, eyes upon me shining brightly,\n\nTrying not to beg, politely asking me to contemplate\n\nFeeding him. I smiled down, saying, “Would you like more from my plate?”\n\nHe replied, “That would be great.”\n\nHis reply was most disarming, its significance alarming,\n\nYet I found it oddly charming hearing him so clearly state\n\nHis desires, not quite pleading, but with simple grace proceeding\n\nTo set forth his need for feeding, for the kibble that he ate,\n\nFor the meaty, tasty, and expensive kibble that he ate.\n\n“Pour it for me.”, “Will do.”, “Great.”\n\nKibble poured, he stood there, chewing, as I knelt astonished, viewing\n\nWith new eyes my hound, mind brewing, as my thoughts would not abate.\n\nHad my habits caused my madness? Would my loved ones feel some sadness?\n\nAs I fell, in purest gladness, into my demented state?\n\nThen, he paused, my hound, and walked toward me with an eager gait.\n\n“Hey, you know what would be great?”\n\nAt my crotch he started pawing. “Toby!”, I exclaimed withdrawing,\n\nPulling back, and then guffawing, “Stop that, now, get in your crate!”\n\n“Ruff! It’s what I do to Ernie.”, he rejoined, like an attorney\n\nTo defend his furtive journey for his paw to infiltrate,\n\nTo disrobe me and molest me, that his paw might infiltrate.\n\n“Touch my sheath, and I’ll feel great.”\n\nAs he spoke, his sheath was growing, til his bright pink tip was showing,\n\nShining in the light and glowing with the need to copulate.\n\nSo, I started lightly stroking at the base whence it was poking,\n\nAnd from out the tip provoking pre to drip and lubricate\n\nAll along the shaft, the dripping precum fit to lubricate.\n\n“Oh,” my hound moaned, “That feels great.”\n\n“Good,” he sighed to me, “Now, lick it.” Though to you it might seem sick, it\n\nFelt to me like just the ticket, making him ejaculate.\n\nKnowing I would be lambasted, even so, no time I wasted\n\nAs I used my tongue and tasted every inch, and felt a spate,\n\nTasted copper, salt, and water on my tongue, in such a spate.\n\n“God, “he muttered, “That felt great.”\n\nHe had shot off like a mortar, and I wished the range was shorter,\n\nAs he’d left a stain of quarter size upon my chest. Irate,\n\nI demanded that he swallow up his mess, which he did follow\n\nThough the rage I feigned was hollow. I was in a sorry state,\n\nTired, drunk, confused, and horny, all in all a sorry state.\n\n“Time for bed. But, that felt great.”\n\nLater, as I lay there napping, suddenly I felt a tapping\n\nAt my legs, where lay my strapping Toby, playful and sedate.\n\n“What is it you want?”, I mumbled, my disjointed thoughts still jumbled\n\nAs my hound walked up and stumbled on my lap, and sealed my fate,\n\nCrossed the bed and climbed upon my lap, an act that sealed my fate.\n\n“Now, I’ll make sure you feel great.”\n\n“What?”, I groaned. “We’ve gotta do it.”, he replied. I had no clue it\n\nMeant something, although I knew it promised I would be up late.\n\n“What?”, I asked, “You need the potty? Or do I?”, my thoughts still spotty.\n\n“No, I want us to be naughty. I would like for us to mate.\n\nI would like for you to stick it in me and for us to mate.\n\nThat would make us both feel great.”\n\nPondering my hound’s suggestion to commit this deep transgression\n\nWhich I had begun to question, I began to masturbate\n\nTo this insight on his freeness, his direct and simple keenness,\n\nStroking my erectile penis, far too weak to hesitate,\n\nTaking his proposal to my heart, I could not hesitate.\n\n“Yes,” I said, “that would feel great.”\n\nAs he turned from me, his salmon butt I closely could examine,\n\nPulsing, calling me to ram inside of him, to dominate.\n\nLift me, pull me up and down. Like this.”, he begged, and went to town,\n\nEnveloping in pink and brown my cock, and pressing with his weight,\n\nCaressing it in velvet, moving up and down, with all his weight.\n\n“Mmm…”, I shuddered, “This feels great.”\n\nThere, for minutes, he sat humping onto me, my heart still thumping\n\nBlood into the organ pumping in him at a steady rate.\n\nAs his body quaked and quivered, every muscle shook and shivered,\n\nAs my testicles delivered semen and ejaculate,\n\nAs my balls erupted with my fresh and hot ejaculate,\n\nAt my climax, I felt great.\n\nNow, my lust was dissipated. By my hound, it had been sated,\n\nAn experience I rated highly, one I’d call first rate.\n\nToby turned, his face now grinning with a look of purest winning\n\nAs he sat atop me, pinning me to keep me in that state,\n\nKeep me in that mortifying, awkward, vulnerable state.\n\n“You inside me felt so great.”\n\nHe climbed off, my dick still dripping from my orgasm, and slipping\n\nEasily from him, then whipping down and starting to deflate.\n\nHe stayed close, tail lifted, baring all to me, which left me staring\n\nAt his derriere, him daring me to lick and clean my slate,\n\nTaunting me to do as he had done for me and clean my slate.\n\n“Clean me, would you?” “Yes, sir.” Great.\n\nThough I first felt cowed and harried, soon enough my tongue was buried\n\nIn his sphincter, tasting varied tastes that made me salivate,\n\nPassion overrode decorum as I lapped at our santorum,\n\nSatisfied I could adore him so, my hound, my friend, my mate,\n\nHe who’d chosen me and hounded me, so he could be my mate,\n\nShowing love for him felt great.\n\nCleaning done, he turned and cuddled with me, leaving me befuddled,\n\nFormer boundaries left muddled with the love we would create.\n\nThough unclear on its creation, nonetheless I felt elation\n\nAt the forged-by-fornication bond that we would germinate,\n\nAt the interspecies delectations we would germinate.\n\nThenceforth, we would both feel great.\n\nAnd my lover, eyelids flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting\n\nOn my bed, and luck-permitting, never will we vacillate\n\nIn our love, for I am beaming with delight, as if I’m dreaming\n\nOf a heaven that is teeming with such joys I can’t debate,\n\nWith such wonders placed upon the earth that I will not debate.\n\nI cannot; they feel too great."}