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Disclaimer - Feeling a little bit poodly? Do you enjoy creative fur styles? Do you feel like giggling and riding a weird dildo you got in the mail? Then this is the story for you! (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Le Bark

At the electric Bzzzzz of the doorbell, Dwane rushed from his room, socks skidding on his apartment's linoleum. He crashed into the front door, peering through the peephole to see the delivery person walking away. He glanced up to his roommate's door on the other side of the kitchen, but it looked safe. He cracked open the front door, grabbed the package, and scampered back into his room.

His heart thudded in his chest. It wasn't that his roommate wasn't a nice person or anything, he just really didn't want to explain that he'd subscribed to a dildo of the month club.

Dwane tore open the thick plastic packing bag to reveal his toy for the evening, holding the box in his hand and turning his head to the side in confusion.

The part of the garish pink and brown box that he could read said " Le Bark" in a large bubbly font. There was a plastic window in the font letting him see the bright pink toy contained within: a tapering matte length with a pointed head, a long smooth bulge, and then a thick bulb at the bottom before the flared base: like a buttplug with more steps. The rest of the box was in a language that he couldn't understand. If he had to guess, he'd say . . . Japanese?

Regardless, the previous three toys he'd gotten from the subscription had been fantastic, and so he was willing to give it a shot.

He tore into the cardboard box, extricating the wobbling silicone length as well as a bulging foil packet and a small folded set of instructions. He gave the new toy a sniff, drinking in the scent of fresh silicone before he took it to the bathroom and rinsed it off just to be safe. Scooping up the packet and instructions, he flopped back onto the navy-blue towel he'd laid on his bed. He reached over to his desk and set his computer to the "Fun Times" playlist, thudding EDM pouring out just loud enough to cover up his activities without bothering the neighbors.

Blane tore off his shorts, shirt, and underwear, grabbing the small instruction booklet and trying to read it. He couldn't make out much of the strange densely packed symbols, but there was a smiling, busty cartoon poodle on every page. Dwane's brow furrowed as he turned the page and found that the chocolate brown poodle was also very well endowed, with a bright pink cock that looked just like the toy hanging between her legs along with a taut set of hefty balls. It was weird, but he had to admit, pretty cute. The character was oddly appealing, fluffy and feminine. It made him blush just thinking about her.

This was nothing like the previous toys he'd gotten, which were much more abstract, and also, came with instructions in English. But it was kind of fun to have a character to add into his fantasy. There was just something about that flouncy, grinning poodle that made his heart throb . . . and other parts as well.

He chuckled to himself as he flipped to a diagram on the next page. It showed hands tearing open the foil packet, and drizzling clear slickness over the toy.

Ahh, so it came with its own lube.

Hardly able to contain his excitement he tore open the foil, set the dildo upright, and squeezed out a copious amount of clear slick lubrication that drizzled onto it like some kind of lewd syrup commercial. There was a lot of the gooey stuff. His nostrils flared as he noticed that it smelled . . . oddly fantastic, like peaches, but with a bit of a vinyl tang to it. The smell alone was already making him rock hard.

He raised the package up to his nose to get a sniff and accidently got a bit on his lip. His tongue flicked out almost of its own volition and his eyes went wide, the strange synthetic taste sinking into his senses.

Delicious.

Dwane panted as he held the dildo down with one hand, raising himself up on his knees over it and then lowering his pristinely prepared ass over it. The cool, clear lube made him shudder as it smeared against his tensed hole, the chiseled tip pressing against him, toy bending and then flicking away with a rubbery wobble. This was a bit trickier than the other toys he'd tried. He raised himself up and bobbed down again, the tip poking his rear entrance and then sliding up between his cheeks. The lube made his rump feel warm, heat spreading out as he built up an awkward, rocking rhythm.

He was so focused on trying to take the point, that he didn't notice that his tongue dangled out slightly further as he panted, or that curly brown fur was fluffing up around his rump.

He gritted his teeth, holding the dildo steady as he rocked back and then moaned out as the tip slid inside of him, the shaft following and stretching his hole wide as he clenched around it. It was surprisingly pleasant, yielding rubber springy, spreading him gently as he bobbed down lower and lower. The heat of the toy blazed inside of him as he bounced on it, sinking deeper and deeper. Thin, shaved brown fur radiated down his thighs and up his back, the prickling blending with the heat blooming inside of him. It just felt better and better.

God, he was such a slut. The thought made him giggle, thinking of the curvaceous poodle from the instructions.

As he groaned out, his jaws began to creak forwards, his stubble covered in a smooth dark coat of chocolate fuzz. His hair curled, darkening to a rich chocolate brown as it began to bounce around with his movements. His lengthening pink tongue flopped along with him as he bounced on his bed, the wide bulb of the dildo straining against his ass over and over again. His hips creaked and widened, thick fur bouncing as his thoughts zeroed in on nothing more than feeling the whole yielding length lodged inside of him.

He tittered, voice slightly higher pitched, sheer joy rising inside of him as he rocked down over and over, ass stretched slightly wider every time. He panted, closing his eyes, unable to get the image of that slutty poodle from the instructions out of his head.

His slickened hand rubbed up and down his straining member. He imagined what it would be like to stroke up and down the poodle's pulsing shaft. As he rubbed, his cock slowly twisted, skin thinning down, sensations becoming more intense. His balls swelled, pubes pulling back into a light dusting of chocolate fuzz. His foreskin retracted, sliding down to the base of his swelling shaft, forming a loose sheath as his tip dwindled into an animal point.

He whined out. He wanted to be a good dog, just like she was. He imagined squeezing her tits as he ran a hand over his chest. He kneaded in with his palm against his nipples, hissing in a sharp breath, pinching and teasing himself. He was so lost in his fantasy that he didn't notice his own flesh swelling to fill his hand. His chest hair curled, becoming softer as more fuzz sprouted in, becoming a dense, soft, glossy wool that covered his budding breasts and biceps.

In his mind he groped at her breasts, running his fingers through her soft fur. As he tweaked her nipples, imagining them as his own, his skin darkened, areolas widening, nipples swelling out stiff under his fingers. A band of satiny, curly fur bloomed in along his slender wrists. As he continued to grope, his fingertips swelled into suede pads, nails curling into claws as he envisioned her squeezing in at his chest.

He bobbed harder on the rubbery toy under him. The knot bumped up against his ass, straining his ring of muscle a little wider as he ground down before sliding up again. As his muscles clenched, his spine creaked, wrenching out, new tail slapping behind him against the bed, a fluffy brown pom-pom sprouting at the tip.

In his mind, she was there, behind him, whispering into his ear, telling him that she knew he wanted it, to be a good girl, to take it all.

He was a good dog.

A good girl?

That sounded right.

"Yes. Yes!" she shrieked. "Please. Please just a little more. I need it . . ." As she whined, her ears pressed out and flopped over, silky, springy fuzz covering the outsides as they dangled to her shoulders. Her feet creaked out behind her, bulging into canine paws. Bands of plush chocolate fur fluffed up around her ankles. She panted heavily, tongue dangling out as her teeth sharpened, darkening lips curling up in a grin. She bit down on a padded finger as she rammed down on the knot under her.

She groaned, squeezing the base of her cock as it swelled out into her leathery palm, pulsing in her grasp.

Her tail raised, trembling before the bulb of the dildo slammed into her ass in a hot surge of pleasure.

She gasped, imagining both fucking and being fucked by the busty poodle girl. She was the busty poodle girl and she _loved_it. Baring her fangs, she squeezed her knot tighter, ass spasming around the one lodged in her shapely rump. Her stiff cock shuddered, extasy surging through her, building up to a fever pitch before burst after burst of cum shot forth from her bobbing cock.

She squealed, heavy balls clenching, cock spattering all over her shaved body and plush fur. Her ass wrenched down at the rubbery, yielding toy as it spread her wide from the inside, mashing against her prostate. She tugged at her cock, falling back against her bed, tail whapping against the towel: pom-pom wobbling. Her cock jerked out a few more dribbles of seed as she shuddered and whined.

She lay back, breasts heaving as she caught her breath. She brought her paw up to her face, idly lapping her warm, salty cum off of a claw, considering what she wanted to do next.

She was definitely hungry after all that work, so maybe she'd cook up that steak she'd been saving for a special occasion.

But first, a shower.

* * *

Shawn walked up to his apartment door, fishing for his keys. It smelled delicious. His roommate must have been cooking one of his "famous" steaks. They weren't bad, but he'd had one before, and it was a little overdone.

He walked in, closed the door, hung up his coat, and then looked up to see an anthropomorphic brown poodle wearing nothing but a flour-stained blue apron, overcooking steaks in a skillet.

"What the . . ."

"Oh, hey Shawn. I'm cooking three of these if you want one!" She turned over one of the steaks, clacking her tongs together, tufted tail wagging behind her.

"Dwane? Is that you? What the fuck happened to you!?"

"What? Oh, it was just some kind of magical dildo I got in the mail. No biggie," she giggled.

Shawn's face screwed up in intense puzzlement as he started to ask a question and then thought better of it.

He walked to his door, hearing the steak sizzling behind him as he closed it.

They never spoke of that day ever again.