Marked (cw: watersports)
Hey everyone! Sorry for being a little bit inactive, I have quite a bit of stuff going on which I'll recap before starting this story. Also, this story is by request from someone, let's call them anonymous. Not my personal type of scene, I'm more the cuddlefuck guy, but it's whatever. Had fun writing this so far.
1) I have a few projects that I'm working on, a couple of short stories and the ever-present novel (which may or may not be stuck at 27k words.)
2) There's a lot of instability right now with where I'm living at what's going on at home, it's had my anxiety WAYYYY up
3) I've been devoting a lot of time to my new partner and stories for him always take priority number one.
But anyways, here's the first part of a story I'm working on:
Marked (Ch. 1, cutoff, unfinished)
I didn't even know his name. That wasn't what either of us were here for, and we both knew it. No pleasantries were to be exchanged, no snuggling or kisses or introductions. He wanted a bitch to raise their tail for him, and I was more than happy to offer my furred rump to fill the position. Over the past few years, I'd been called various different names: cumdump, slut... A while ago, those names would've hurt. Nowadays, I just recognised that this was all I was good for: being a walking hole to be filled, whether it's a stream of piss arcing into my muzzle or spurts of warm cum shooting into my tight tailhole, filling my belly up with seed.
We'd talked for a couple minutes before he said he had to go to the restroom. The second those words slipped out, he was lost to me. Odds were, by the time he got back I would be in another booth, someone else pumping my maw full of their musk, sweat, and cum. There wasn't enough time in life to waste on waiting.
I didn't, however, expect him to pause before making his way to the doors, turning back to me.
"Well, are you coming?"
As soon as those words registered to me, I hopped out of my seat with an eager expression on my face, tail wagging happily. With a smirk, he grabbed me by the collar, dragging me roughly to the bathroom. I stumbled a few times, his pace a little quicker than I would've carried myself, but his paws held me up, the ring of fabric around my neck digging into the fur. Now this was an interesting master. At first, he had seemed shy, almost wary of me, but the confident way he dragged me across the club proved that I was his, at least for the moment. He threw the bathroom door open and pulled me in, letting it slam shut behind him.
Both urinals were occupied, the one on the left filled by a buff tiger whose blue and white stripes were magnificent enough to mask me gasp in surprise, and the one on the left by an older grey wolf who would've been more at home at a Bingo club than a gay bar. Yellow piss splashed out of both urinal bowls and onto the nasty floor underneath, adding to the ever-present puddles and stains underneath.
At last, the tiger finished, sighing in happiness and buttoning up his jeans. Straining to the side, I was just able to catch a glimpse of his beautiful sheath, tiny drops of clear urine clinging around the thin slit in the middle, his pink tip just barely poking out. I'll find him when my current master's done, I thought, my tongue lolling out and salivating at the thought of cleaning off his musk, running my paws up and over his barbs, cupping that heavy sack... Out of nowhere, a paw cuffed me on the back of the head, knocking me forward even though the paw on my collar made sure I couldn't fall.
As if hearing my thoughts, my master released his hold on me, letting my body drop to the disgusting floor.
"Stop. Thinking. Of. That. Tiger," he growled, staring down at me with pitiless eyes. "You're mine now. My hole to fuck as I see fit, and I want all your thoughts to be you begging me to let you cum. Got it?" He waited for me to nod a response before continuing.
"And you'll refer to me as 'Sir' or 'Master' whenever I refer to you. Now, crawl over to the urinal, slut," he said, putting as much emphasis on the last word as he could, enough so that I could almost see the condescending smile gracing his face as he looked down at me. I did as he asked, putting my head down and crawling like a feral dog coming to heel at his master's command. After a couple of steps, I felt a heavy weight settle on my back, and I looked behind me to see him standing with one foot-paw on my shoulder, glaring at me.
"What's the proper response, pet?"
"Yes, master..." I said, biting down the last of any pride that I had.
He smiled at me, releasing the weight on my shoulder. "There's a good boy..."
Despite my embarrassment and shame at not being the perfect pet, his praise still made my tail wag with happiness, a shiver of a blush filling my cheeks. With my head down, I continued moving forward, pausing once I came across a puddle of sticky pee on the floor.
"Well?" he asked, tapping his paw on the floor. "I don't have all day."
"Y-Yes, master..." I murmured, dropping a paw into the puddle. Surely he wouldn't mind if... I ran my paw through the viscous substance, the yellow liquid beginning to solidify but still jellylike for the moment. It was lukewarm to the touch, and I wished with a pang of regret that I would've been there when it was warm and fresh, wished that it could've stained my fur instead of this damn tile. I'll have to make do, I thought, bringing my paw up to my mouth and giving it a tiny lick, dragging my pink tongue through the mixture.
Like always, a bitter shockwave exploded through my mouth the second that yellow liquid touched my tongue, contorting my features into a grimace even though I loved the taste. I shook my head and sat back down on my rump, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the rush of flavours and musk that coated my mouth. Pee was the best- the way its musky scent washed up my throat and into my nose, overstimulating all of my senses at once with its overpowering aur- WHAM!
Another blow, this time sharp enough to knock me face forward to the ground, hit me on the side of the head. I laid there on the ground, unmoving, my vision blurred from smashing into the tile floor, vaguely aware that my master was muttering under his breath, though that was in another world. Gradually, my ears stopped ringing enough that I could hear my master's whimpering.
"Shit, shit, shit!" he continued, staring at me. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I was trying to fill the role, and,,"
A tinge of discomfort raced through me as I realised what he was saying, my slow mind struggling to comprehend. He had it all wrong! Did he really think that he was the problem here?
"No!" I whined out, trying to get his attention. "No, no... I was a bad puppy," I said, casting my head down so I didn't have to meet his sad gaze. "I didn't mind master and he punished me as he saw fit. It's my fault."
It always made me feel guilty whenever a master tried to take the blame for something I had done. Sometimes I wondered whether it was a trick to see if I was a loyal puppy or not, but with this one it was completely genuine. He was an interesting master indeed. I felt a sudden rush to fix what I had done, to make my master as happy as I could in the moment, and I cocked my head, almost-whimpering. "If master is okay with it," I said, meeting his gaze shyly, "Pet would like to continue..."
He stared at me, surprised. It must've been the first time he had filled this role- he truly had no idea how deep my puppy admiration and loyalty to him would go. I... Was the pet. It was my job. After a moment of consideration, he nodded, stepping towards me and pulling down the waistband of his shorts at the same time.
A rush of warmth and happiness coursed through me. I wasn't going to let master down! Tucking my paws underneath my chest, I crawled onto my knees, kneeling with my mouth wide open for him to use. He would continue,,, oh was I going to make him happy! Behind me, my vulpine tail swished in a puddle of piss, mopping the floor in my excitement.