The Stray
Wow, it's been a really long time since I've written or uploaded anything. This is just a fairly short piece that's been rattling around in my head for a while. It starts a bit dark and sad, but it has a happy ending. I welcome all comments and critiques, so please rate and comment! Thanks!!
The Stray
By:Kayle Storm
It was a cool, fall morning in the city. The rain that had fallen in the days prior had cleared away, leaving the grass and soil in the small dog park at the city's center with a fresh and invigorated scent, a scent that wasn't lost on the dogs who, even this early in the day, had been allowed to run and play in the small park as their owners watched from a distance.
For one canine patron of the park, however, the morning wasn't as carefree as it was for the other dogs.
The stray cracked her weary eyes open with a soft groan. Her tan and white fur was covered in mud, leaves and various other forms of detritus that had accumulated on her as she tried to sleep under the bushes at the far edge of the park. She stood, her legs shaking, and looked around the park.
She was in the throes of her first heat cycle, and the process was not being kind to her. The heavy, rank scent of estrus clung to her matted fur like a thick blanket, mixing with the musky smell of various male dogs who had used the poor creature the day prior.
She stepped out from under the bushes, her head hanging low and her tail firmly tucked between her hind legs. She began a slow, unsteady walk across the park, hoping to reach the other side before yet another male caught her scent on the air. Barely a third of the way across the open space of the park, she was already panting with exertion, her ribs showing thru her filthy coat with each hard breath.
The stray detoured behind a narrow hedge to rest a moment, and her body couldn't resist the urge to urinate, leaving a marker of her rank, heavy scent. She lay behind the hedge, panting, and closed her eyes for just a moment.
When she opened her eyes again, the stray wasn't sure how long she had been asleep. She began to stand up, and realized that she had caught the attention of one of the park's patrons.
A well groomed German shepherd was standing just a few feet from her, sniffing at the urine she had deposited earlier. The male dog was already aroused by the heavy scent filling his flaring nostrils, and the stray could see the tip of his cock peeking out of his black furred sheath.
The male approached her, letting out a low, dominant growl. The stray had become accustomed to the behavior of aroused males over the last few days, and knew she was no match for the massive shepherd. She rolled over on her back, showing her belly in submission.
The shepherd sniffed her from tail to neck, and she could see now that his equipment was engorged and hard, a thin string of watery precum drooling from his tip. She let out a weary sigh as he nosed her in the ribs, silently demanding that she roll over.
The heat stricken stray had no choice but to oblige the horny male. She rolled her body over, her belly now against the ground. A moment later she felt the shepherd's cold nose pressing against the hot, inflamed flesh of her oversensitized vulva as the male dog filled his nostrils with her scent. He let out a soft growl, pushing upwards against her hindquarters with his nose. The stray gathered her hind legs under her and raised her tail end off the ground. Knowing what he would want next, she raised her tail up over her back to expose herself fully to the male dog.
The female hung her head low to the ground, her ears flat against her head in resigned submission. She knew that once he entered her, she would lose her mind in an estrus induced frenzy. Her body would react on its own, forcing her to enjoy the act that was about to be forced on her. Afterwards, however, the shame and self loathing would take over as her hungry vagina soaked up the seed that had been deposited in it's depths.
She felt the shepherd's cold nose rubbing against her slit, eliciting a soft whimper from her. She knew that it was a mess between her hind legs; each male that had used her the day before had left remnants of the breeding caked into the fur around her hungry cunt. She had fallen asleep the night before while trying vainly to clean herself, and her fur remained a matted mess of her own blood, urine and juices, as well as dried cum from each of the various males that had mounted her unwilling body.
The shepherd gave her hot flesh a few long, hard licks, unperturbed by the wretched state of her female parts. The stray let out a soft groan, the saliva from his tongue briefly quenching the burning sensation in her nether regions.
A moment later, she felt his weight on her back, almost crushing her into the ground. His teeth gripped the loose skin on the back of her neck, as so many males had done the day before, as he found his position atop her emaciated and unwilling body. After a few adjustments, he found his balancing point and began to thrust, seeking his target.
The stray winced as she felt the spearhead of his shaft jabbing into the already bruised skin around her slit, but she knew better than to try and fight back. After several fruitless thrusts, the shepherd finally found his mark.
The female let out a loud yelp as she was violently penetrated. Her blunt claws scrabbled against the damp ground as she instinctively tried to escape the grasp of the male dog. The shepherd growled and bit down on her neck harder, forcing her to give up her vain struggle.
The shepherd thrust farther into her abused snatch, eliciting a low groan that was half pain and half reluctant pleasure. She lowered her head all the way to the ground, her body overruling her mind as the male's hard shaft speared deep into her sore and aching depths. The stray felt his front paws wrap around her body as he set about the business of breeding this new bitch he had discovered.
The abused female couldn't help but vocalize a long, whimpering moan as her tender slit was forced open by the wanton thrusts of the powerful male. Already, her juices were making her inflamed cunt slick and welcoming for the shepherd's raging cock.
Thrust after thrust penetrated deep into the stray's hot depths, each time pushing her mind farther out of her body as her instinct to breed took over. Her eyes were glassy and distant as she began pistoning her hips back into the shepherd's violent thrusts. She was vaguely cognizant of the sensation of the male's massive knot, almost the size of a tennis ball, pushing against her vulva. Her mind struggled to fight its way back into her body, to make her resist, but she was too far gone.
The shepherd let out a loud growl of frustration as he slammed his knot into her again and again, trying to force the bulb of hard tissue past the swollen lips of her well used cunt. The stray could already feel his watery precum dribbling down the inside of her hind legs, adding to the matted mess of fur and dried fluids.
With a sharp bark of triumph, the male finally seated his knot firmly inside the entrance of her snatch. His bark of victory was rebutted by a loud yelp of pain from the stray. A brief moment and a few short thrusts later, she could feel her fertile tunnel being drenched in hot spunk. She let out a weak moan as the salty fluid stung her abused walls.
Thus tied together, the male ceased his violent thrusts. He panted hard and fast, strings of drool dripping from his open maw and down onto the back of her neck. The stray felt the pressure on her sides ease as he released the deathgrip his forelegs had put on her body. She winced as she anticipated what would come next.
The male pushed himself backwards, and, using her back for leverage, he spun his body and pitched his back left leg over her. Upon completing the maneuver, they were now tail to tail with his thick knot still buried inside her.
The shepherd dropped to the ground, resting as his knot yanked her down with him, her abused vagina sending waves of pain thru her belly in protest as she was forced to lay with her tormentor.
Her whole body ached as she lay there, listening to the happy panting of the satisfied male. Within a few moments, the world around her went fuzzy and she blacked out.
The stray wasn't sure how long she was asleep. By the time she awoke, the shepherd was gone. Her cunt ached, and she could feel hot semen spilling from it's abused depths and pooling under her hind quarters. She tried to stand, but her legs gave out almost instantly, dumping her back to the moist ground. She tried once more with the same result, and gave up.
The stray could feel the world going fuzzy again, and she had the distinct feeling that if she fell asleep again, she may not wake up. It was a thought that she relished, after the torture she had endured over the last few days.
As the exhausted stray began to slip into the darkness, she heard a rustling in the hedge behind her. She mustered her last reserve of strength and turned her head, expecting to see yet another desperate male intent on making her final moments on earth full of pain and shame.
However, what she saw instead was a tall anthro wolf wearing a tan uniform that she knew the workers at the park sported during their work days. Her pain filled, desperate eyes met the startled, yet kind, eyes of the tall lupine.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you?!!?". She let out a soft, sad whimper and tried to stand, only to fall once again. She closed her eyes, panting. A moment later, she felt strong hand paws sliding under her malnourished frame and lifting her off the ground. She cracked one eye and found herself face to face with the park worker as he lifted her up, cradling her tired body in his strong arms.
"You poor thing... When was the last time you ate something?". Even though the stray couldn't understand his words, she felt safe in his arms as he carried her thru the hedge and across the park. "How long have you been back there, girl? And you're filthy! Looks like some of the dogs weren't very nice to you. Really wish people would watch their dogs closer. If I hadn't seen that German shepherd coming out of the bushes back there, I might not have found you!"
By now, they had reached a beat up old truck at the back of the parking lot. The lupine opened the door to the cab and laid the poor creature he had found across the seat. "No offense, sweetheart, but you reek! Not gonna make you ride in the back, though. I'd never forgive myself if you kicked the bucket bouncing around in the bed."
The stray gave the stranger a feeble tail wag as a reward for his efforts, a gesture that made the worker's heart ache with the pain the poor dog must be feeling. He stifled tears looking at the ragged animal, and fetched a bottle of water out of the floorboard of the truck.
"Sorry, sweetheart, this probably isn't cold. It's been rolling around in the floorboard for a day or two, but it's better than nothing." The lupine poured a thin stream of the lukewarm water over the stray's muzzle, and was gratified to see her tongue snake out to catch it. "Still got some fight left in you, huh? Let's get you to the vet, sweetie. I can't afford it, but I sure as hell can't leave you here. I'll sell my damn kidney if I have to."
With that, the park worker shut the door of the truck and took his place behind the wheel. They drove for several minutes, his kind paw never leaving her head. The stray fell asleep, but her will to fight was restored.
She awoke briefly as she was lifted out of the truck. She could hear several voices around her as she drifted back and forth between sleep and consciousness.
"Where did you find her?"
"At the park. She was barely alive when I got there."
"You found her just in time. She's dehydrated, bad. Looks like she hasn't eaten in a while..."
"There was a male dog..."
"She's in heat. Probably wandered into the park and couldn't leave once the males got hold of her. Poor thing has had a rough few days."
"Will she be okay?"
"I think so. She hasn't left us yet, and that's a good sign. We can keep her a few days, get her cleaned up and hydrated before we send her to the shelter."
"I'd like to take her home, doctor, when she's feeling better."
"We can arrange that."
"Not that it matters, but.... How much am I going to owe y'all once this is done?"
"Not a penny. You did the right thing, and now it's our job to do the same. Go get some rest, sir, and we'll call you when she's ready to go home. She's probably going to have puppies in the future, but just bring her in when the time comes and we'll help find homes for them."
"Thank you, doc."
The stray felt a loving paw on her head as she drifted back into unconsciousness. As she faded into a peaceful sleep, she heard the comforting voice of her rescuer one more time.
"Sleep well, sweetheart, and then you can come home with me."