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The Street Dog and the Bitch in Heat

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by likecrows

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"Unff... Oh, dear!"

The poodle whined and turned in circles, the door open to the main house - but goodness gracious! She couldn't go back inside when she was in heat as she was! Cassandra (the fourth) was clipped and trimmed in typical poodle fashion, fluff around her chest and the top of her head, though the base of her black coat had grown in a touch so that it was not down all the way to the skin. Cassandra, however, preferred it that way, even if the new, growing hairs seemed to tickle at the edges of her sex even more.

No... No, she couldn't go inside, not scratching at herself as she was! There was only one option for it as Cassandra trembled and pointed her nose at the broken fence slat, sniffing softly.

Out there... Well, there would be a dog, a street dog - but a dog who could satisfy her needs. She would have a litter out of it, that much was sure, but there was no worry in Cassandra's mind at all that madame would not do right by them. Her owners were good, kind people. They'd even given her a collar encrusted with diamonds. No less than she deserved, of course.

She wriggled through, whining as she scuffed up her coat - oh, the shame! To be forced out onto the street like a common mongrel simply because her owners hadn't paired her up with a nice, respectable hound! But Cassandra would have to do what she felt she must, if only for the good of herself and her body.

The street was cold and wet and she "harumphed" to herself as she picked her dainty paws up higher than she needed to. Oh, she wouldn't have been out and among the common folk of the town if she had had any say in the matter, yet her nose twitched and Cassandra was tugged on, following the pitter-patter of her paws down the wide path. Framed with trees, the road was safe enough for dogs like her, as long as she did not venture out into it, though it was the rattling of bins in an alleyway and a scuffle of bigger, more studly paws that she was interested in.

Sucking in a breath, she froze in the entrance to the alley down the back of one of her favourite restaurants: madame always let her sit up at the table with them there. But the dog rummaging about through the scraps of food that weren't enough for any respectable canine to devour was not like the dogs she had associated with. He was not of any specific breeding with a rough, blocky muzzle and an easy smile as he hopped down from the wheelie bin, a bone in his jaws as if it was a prize. His fur was not groomed at all, though his brown coat was thicker under his belly and fluffed up over his eyes, as if he had a ridge of eyebrows that stretched all the way across. Only his ears were like hers, even if they were not curly and groomed, hanging down on either side of his head, the mutt's eyes gleaming as he scented the air.

Oh!

Cassandra shivered in place, panting lightly, hating how even her tongue lolled out. Oh dear, oh dear - was she going to go through with it all? And in a dirty alley of all places? That wasn't like her, wasn't like her at all!

But she had to, for her madame had not taken care of the needs of her body as Cassandra knew was required.

"Hey, honey..." The roughed-up mutt said, trotting up to her, light on his paws. "Fancy seeing a fine thing like you out here. Isn't your mistress waiting up for you?"

She shivered, whining, pawing at the ground, though that wasn't going to get her anywhere. Oh, he was rough, his fur matted and dirty in places...and yet with the burning, aching need within her, the damn mutt was simply going to have to do!

"Not this time, ruffian," she said, trying to sound stiff and aloof, though the quiver in her voice took that away from her. "Ah... I am in need...mmph...of some...assistance?"

He chuckled and shook his head, though seemed obliging enough, at least to Cassandra's eyes. She wasn't entirely sure how she should read a street dog like him. Did they bite? Oh, she hoped he didn't bite! That would make the whole ordeal so very much not worth it!

"Assistance, hey? I dunno, that's a big, fancy word for a dumb dog like me."

"Sir, are you mocking me?"

She drew her head back, affronted, though the smirk on his lips told the tale that his words did not. Cassandra sighed. Why oh why couldn't she have paired up with a high-class pooch? They would have treated her right... Yet there was something that set her skin tingling about how the mutt nuzzled over her, scenting her body as if she had suddenly become a prize to be taken and claimed. And he should have known that she was a prize! Even if, of course, he couldn't have known how many awards she'd won, not even as his nose slipped under her tail, intimately smelling her.

"Name's Bork, though you're not going to remember that, are you?"

Cassandra shook her head, the cool of his nose pressing up under her tail as he greeted her properly uncouth and yet oddly delightful at the same time. She couldn't help herself, quivering in place, the typical bitch in heat. No matter what class a dog came from in life, she supposed, they always ended up the same, just like her, when they needed to be bred, to be fucked. Oh, that was a dirty word, a word that she would never dare speak aloud, yet there was nothing more fitting for how the mutt stalked around her, his tail stiff.

"Well?" She demanded, shoving her snout forward rudely in her need. "Aren't you going to do it then? If this, good sir, is some kind of ploy to make me beg for it, you'll find yourself sorely mistaken!"

"Oh, no, dah-ling," he drawled, dragging out the word as he pawed at her hind end. "I'm getting started, I am, I promise. But it would be cute to see you all bowed down before me, whimpering and begging... Did your mistress teach you a cute bark for things like that? I bet she did."

Cassandra would have had many things to say to that if the mutt, Bork, had not chosen that very moment to mount her. His paws slipped forward easily in front of her hind legs, tucking in close to her, as if it was something that his body had done many times before. Although she had not told him so - it was none of his business to know - she was still a virgin, her body pure, though it would not be for long.

His shaft slid out, barely protruding from the dirty sheath under his belly, tough Cassandra was probably imagining the other dog to be dirtier than he was. Though there was a part of her too that liked his tight grip, wanting to push back against him even more, her tail lifted and even wagging a little. And Cassandra never wagged her tail! That was for lesser dogs... A lady had to hold something back, after all.

"Erf..." Bork grunted, tongue lolling out in a faint splatter of drool that she recoiled from, making a strangled sound in her throat. "Nearly there, darling, don't you worry..."

"Ohhhhh!"

She howled as he penetrated her, pleasure sparking, yet it was the feeling deep within her gut that she was doing what she was meant to be doing with him, grunting and heaving, dropping all fallacies of being a prim and proper dog. For just how could Cassandra be like that when she was down in the alleyway, literally being mounted by a dog whose name she had only learned a few minutes ago? If her mother could see her there, she would have been horrified!

Yet there was nothing for it but to lean into the illicit, taboo pleasure, the pleasure that madame had not wanted her to have, clearly, for she had never partnered up Cassandra with another dog. As his excitement grew, Bork thrust and thrust, slamming into her, his shaft sliding fully out, even though the knot at the base was still blessedly unformed. She didn't want to have to deal with that yet, though Cassandra knew that, logically, her body would be able to take.

"Ohhhh.... Myyyy!"

What Cassandra was not so sure that she would be able to take was the overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through her, one after the other, her cunny feeling as if it was tightening around him. She'd never bred before and had no frame of reference with which to compare it, but it was better than caviar, better than even sleeping before a roaring fireplace, yelping and howling from sheer ecstasy alone. Beauty gripped her body, for there was no other way for the poodle to describe it, and rather than losing herself she found a new part of herself as her heart sung and exalted.

Her body took every stroke as if she had been doing it for all her adult life, the dog's thrusts speeding up and up, as if he was a jackhammer like the ones that she'd seen in the street from time to time, when they were ripping up the pavement. But it didn't matter, not as her body clutched him tighter than ever, penetrated for the first time, yet the aching need in her needed one more thing to be satisfied. One screw with a dirty mutt wasn't going to do it, not even as he fucked her harder and faster, stripping away the prissy dog's nuances as a posh hound, a poodle who was perfectly set in her station.

Down there, in the dirt of the alleyway, she was just like him, howling, twisting, crying out her pleasure as he pressed in deeper than ever. There, inside her, his shaft swelled, the knot plumping up, neatly locking them together as he kept right on thrusting. Only, he could not drag his cock back as much as he had before to throw his power crudely into his strokes, as rough and as tumble as the rest of his demeanour, grunting breathlessly while she trembled. Cassandra could never have guessed that a knot tugging at her sex could have been so hot, yet her body ached for it, so much so that she barely even knew where she was as he pounded her.

But she knew that her body needed it and she most certainly was not going anywhere as he howled proudly, balls bouncing off her body. His climax came in a pouring spurt of ejaculation, one spurt following so closely on the heels of what came before that she barely even could tell the difference between one and what followed. All Cassandra knew was pleasure, her head hanging a little with the weight of Bork on her back, panting, heaving, her sides heavy as if she was carrying more than him there. Soon, she would see her belly swell and madame would take her to the vet - and then her owner would see just what came from not pairing her up with a suitable mate.

"Damn, lady..." Bork panted, heaving over her as his cock throbbed, spilling more and more of his load, orgasm slowly tapering down while they remained tied together. "You must really have needed that."

Cassandra's eyes gleamed.

"If you have any sense about you, mongrel, you'll take me again when your knot softens. I don't intend to leave her without a litter in my womb, so make haste about it!"

Regardless of how it had come about, they had found a willing partner in each other, Bork teasing her about being "stuck with him" (what a terrible joke!) as he turned butt to butt with her, the proud canine turning her nose up. Yet she would have what she wanted all over again, his cock throbbing, aching deep inside her, his seed working away, just as it was supposed to.

Maybe it wasn't so bad to be out with a street dog when she was in heat...

But a second round would give Cassandra more information on what her opinion was on that matter.

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