Too Good To Be True
"So..." said Drake, "do you watch Four Rules?"
"Um..." Delilah said with denial already in her expression, "No, no... I've never seen that one."
Drake was still swinging for a 46-year-old Golden Retriever. His medium build was only tampered by his round belly. He wore an olive green business suit with a white collared T-shirt underneath. A matching fedora graced the top of his head. He left his plantigrade and pudgy paws bare.
Delilah was a shorter sheep that looked about mid-thirties. She wore a pink wool sweater and pair of tight jean capris. Like most ungulates (or people, period), she didn't wear any footwear. Her digitigrade hooves didn't have a lot of options in that department.
The two were walking through the quiet city- sidewalks, park paths, and streets- below the late night moon.
"Hehe," Drake chuckled, "It's alright."
There was an awkward pause. Drake got ready to strike up another conversation, but was pre-empted by Delilah.
"This is my house." Delilah pointed up ahead, across the road.
Drake looked ahead to see a skinny home tucked between two apartments. It had two stories and a yellow paint job. It was a little weird and didn't look all that luxurious, but he wasn't discouraged.
"Ooooh!" Drake faked a coo, "It looks nice!"
Delilah grinned, "Thanks."
The two walked across the road and up to the small concrete staircase leading up to a brown, wooden door.
"Would you like to come in?" Delilah asked.
Drake smiled, "Of course!"
Delilah clomped up the staircase with Drake following behind, taking the opportunity to look at the sheep's nice butt.
"It's nothing much," Delilah said over her shoulder, "but it's home."
It was too good to be true! As Randolph stepped foot into the entryway of the woman's dim house, a sudden rush of energy ran down his shaft. He was practically having this score handed to him.
But that was a warning sign. Not that he has had such an experience himself, he could figure that anyone this easy usually had some sort of murderous desire or extreme fetish. He had to stay on his toes and be ready to bail out of there if things got a little too suspicious.
To the right was a nicely furnished living room with a big TV screen and a long couch. To the left was a kitchen with plenty of counter space and fancy dishwasher.
'I better do this in the kitchen.' thought Delilah, 'The tiled floor is ideal for clean-up.'
"Would you join me in the kitchen?" Delilah asked Drake with a subtle touch of seduction.
Drake smiled, "Of course!"
Drake tried to not let the excitement of his situation form a large tent of his pants.
Delilah walked up to the counter, away from any doorways and therefore away from any carpet, and turned around to look at Drake. She gave him a grin, "So..."
Drake echoed, "So..."
Delilah then wrapped her hands around Drake's waist and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. Leaning back down after the kiss, Delilah looked deep into Drake's eyes, and Drake looked deep right back into hers.
But Delilah's eyes were more like abysses. As he looked back into Delilah's face his mind was suddenly possessed by her gaze, unable to look away. Her gaze took his mind and began to caress it gently, bringing the feeling of comfort to the dog.
She brought one hand up to his face and relaxed the other at her side. Strings of drool began to fall from the tip of the canine's snout. His mind was being dragged into the abyss of Delilah's eyes. Delilah was sucking his mind out of him.
A tight fart escaped Drake as he licked his face instinctually. Delilah didn't mind- she knew it was going to get smelly sooner or later. She kept her gaze upon Drake, not needing to blink to moisten her eyes.
Delilah's gaze took Drake's mind through alien shapes and patterns. The dog began to giggle gruntingly as another fart escaped him. His tail was still- not wagging like usual when he was happy.
In the midst of his trance, Drake began to relieve his bladder. Right away he soaked his underwear with warm doggy urine. It wasn't long before a wet stain began to grow on the front of his pants and descended down his legs. Pee dripped off from the epicentre of the stain and onto the white-tiled floor. It even trinkled out the bottom of his pant legs.
Delilah wasn't worried about a puddle drifting over towards her hooves- she could handle a little bit of dirtiness. She had to keep her head up anyway, and probably wouldn't have felt if she was standing in liquid or not.
Drake's wet stain had expanded into two wet streams going down each pant leg. His puddle had expanded around his plantigrade feet. All this as he began panting and drooling like a feral.
Delilah then took Drake's mind to dimensions on the edge of the universe. Intelligence had faded from Drake's eyes.
Drake let out one last fart as his sphincter relaxed and he began to defecate into his underwear. A bulge formed out on the back of his back, just underneath his tail. It grew width-wise as the mushy feces spread along the bottom of his buttocks. He pushed out more feces as brown mushiness pressed between his legs and around the sides.
Delilah smelt the stench and grinned. Casually relieving oneself was a testament to a dumb animal. She always found mortal society's policies on acceptable waste relief fascinating.
Delilah blinked- cutting off the trance. She was looking at a feral-dumb mid-forties male Golden Retriever. He looked backed at her with dull eyes, panting casually. As she took her hand away, the dog took a stray lick at it, then looked back at her.
She looked all over the floor. His pants were soaked and a big puddle of urine was in the middle of the room. He seemed to have no desire to step out of it, onto dry tile.
"Alright..." said Delilah, "Let's get undressed."
She pulled off her pink top and tossed it on the other side of the counter. She wasn't wearing a thing underneath- her naked, woolly top was in plain view to the feralized dog. He stared at her woolly breasts as she reached down to unbutton her jeans. With a quick zip, she pulled them down to reveal her naked crotch area. Mostly everything was covered in white wool- her sex was well-hidden.
Stepping out of her jeans, she picked them up and tossed them aside. Drake continued to stand there, watching her like a depraved pervert with an erection growing in his pants.
"Let's get you out of those clothes." smirked Delilah.
She grabbed at his jacket and pulled it right off his body, tearing it down the back. He didn't seem the least bit phased, standing there in his collared shirt.
Delilah reached out and took his hand, "Come on, let's take a step out of this spill."
Drake walked out of his puddle with Delilah. Now on dry land, Delilah took two hands onto Drake's shirt and ripped it off. Drake was pulled forward a little bit as the shirt came off of his chest, revealing his naked torso.
Delilah gazed at his round belly and thick arms. She didn't know why, but she found guys standing around in a pair of pants and a hat to be very gratifying. She reached for his fedora, getting a sniff from the dog as her arm approached his head. She popped off the hat with no protest from the male, and tossed it side like every other article of clothing.
Delilah giggled, "Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?"
Drake simply looked at her, panting idly.
Delilah squatted down and took a hand to each pant leg. Effortlessly, she ripped Drake's pants in two, right off his legs, revealing his urine soaked and feces ridden underwear. Blotches of feces went down the back of Drake's legs.
Delilah leaned around Drake's legs and looked at the back of his dirty underwear. She smiled, "Looks like a doggy had to go doo-doo."
She reached up and snatched his undies right off his waist- spraying feces. She tossed it into the puddle of urine the same motion. Drake continued to stand there, still, with half-erected cock and a butt covered in brown.
Delilah stood back up and took a finger down the dog's shaft, "Come on, now! Why aren't you humping my leg already?"
Drake took her fingering as a sign of wanting to mate. His dick suddenly jumped up parallel to the ground and he reached in his snout to lick Delilah's neck.
"There ya go!" Delilah cheered.
She looked around the floor for a second, then got down on the ground- on her hands and knees. She looked up at Drake, "Come on!"
Drake got down on the ground with her and sniffed at her butt.
Delilah giggled, "Goooood... now insert A into B..."
Drake crawled around behind Delilah, then climbed up atop Delilah back.
Delilah cooed as she felt a long piece of flesh enter her sex. Drake was quick to start thrusting into her. Delilah did her best to ignore the drool coming out of his snout and onto her neck and focus on the feeling of Drake's dick caressing the insides of her slit.
"Oh yeeeeah!" Delilah cheered growlingly, "Give it to me!"
Drake didn't make a lot of noise, just subtle rumbles as his balls smacked against Delilah's belly.
Drake wasn't very accurate, but he occasionally shot his dick in the right spot. Delilah wasn't expecting a dumbed-down dog to have any sense of her pleasure, but simply enjoyed getting it on with a feral beast.
Drake, not knowing how to restrain himself, was quick to cum, and barked occasionally as he did so. Delilah could feel him cumming inside of her, and bit her lip in pleasure. Drake's penis flowed with semen, and which each thrust shot more spunk into Delilah.
As Drake's orgasm finished and he pushed out those last bits of sperm, he backed out of Delilah and fell down on his dirty butt, his penis still erected in the air.
Delilah took a moment to breath, then turned around to look at Drake, "Alright. Let's get you cleaned up."