The Bi*&$ in heat
This is my first commisioned story, if you have a story you want, request it and I will do it for free. I will be doing these for a bit, and I will gladly do it. Sad to say, but the only way I can acctually get people to pay is with some free publicity, so please, ask me, and I will still be doing it more than likely.
The Bitch In Heat.
Claire groaned as she lied in bed. "Great, three weeks at my new job, my cheating boyfriend broke up with me, and now, I'm in heat, just damn great!" The Doberman hated the "Heat season" because if you didn't wear the damn "Heat padded undergarments" which were just diapers, then you would be stuck in your house for weeks. And if you didn't wear it going out, well, you can bet you are going to have a horde of canines hitting on you.
"Oh God make it stop!" She groaned out, her paws instinctively running across her puffed, red lips moaning loudly. She wanted pleasure, and now for the first time since she broke up with her ex she wanted a man. "I have to call the kennel, I can NOT go out like this." She throws her sheets off and tossed her brunette hair past her shoulder, reaching for her phone on the other side of the bed, dialing the number while saying it aloud.
She worked the night shift, the dead hours, mostly because the animals were quite, already fed, and all she had to do was sit at the front and listen to her Ipod till the next shift. The only real reason they had a night shift was because some of the animals had to be put in the same cage and might start fighting each other.
As the phone rang she started to look through her dresser. "There here somewhere..." She said grumbling.
"Hello, Caring Canine Kennels, My name is Jessica how may I help you?"
"Jess, can I talk to Mark?" Claire said as she shut a dresser door. "I am starting HS and need time off."
"Fuck you too?" Jessica said, a loud audible groan coming from the woman. "Same here, and Mark made me come in... Just be glad you work night shift, I swear they can smell it."
"They" Where the Feral canines, and even though they couldn't replicate with an anthro canine, they could still smell it, or the girls at the kennel swore they could. The large German Shepard watched Ashley when she was in heat. He stared at her, watched her, that was part of the reason why he was unadoptable. Some woman bought Ferals on the fact that they could satisfy them during HS, and when they are through they take the dog to the kennels, and when they find out, rather it be by mishap or a "accident" That the canines were HH (Heat Helpers) they had to be listed as one, and that put a huge damper on the odds of being sold.
Usually, they were euthanized, but since the PETA laws they could not. Most people don't know this, but per year PETA euthanizes up to thirty thousand animals they "Save", the word used lightly because sometimes they stole animals from happy homes. Well, when people found out that a man named Chris Thompson, a leader in a PETA group in California shot a canine that they had taken from a happy home, the people were furious, and now even euthanizing unless rabid was a issue, so Caring Canines Kennels was now a "Euthanize free" Kennel. If they did need to, for whatever reason, they would be sent to another Kennel. It was better for business to be smiles and sunshine, not just another dog pound.
"So you a hundred percent sure he won't let me switch schedules? Because I do not want to leave my house today..."
"Trust me, I didn't even have diapers, I had to buy mine... On the plus side I met a cute wolf, large dick too... Big muscles, definitely alpha... Oh my God when we met he was smiling cuz he smel-"
"Focus, Jessica."
"Right... You have the night shift. Just don't worry about anything cause you won't see anyone."
Claire smiles and nods. "You're right..." She said grinning at the reassurance. "I got to get ready anyway, talk to you later Jess." She hangs up and throws her phone on the bed. "Okay, take a shower, have alittle fun, then get ready."
A few minutes later she has her clothes picked out, a blue sweat shirt and a deep red skirt that reached her knees when she wore it. Best of all it hid her diaper. Now was shower time.
Claire wasn't much for rubbing, she usually had a man in her life during heat. The would spend passionate nights together, but she was alone, and in need.
The water hit her with a warmth that made her body shake with pleasure. It was so nice, the water running across her bare breasts, her nipples hard with wanting, his paws between her thighs as she moaned, rubbing herself fast, huffing in the steam from the shower as she rubbed faster, his pussy wet from the water, tingling with desire.
"God... Oh Jesus!" She moaned out as she slid a finger into her slit, bending it and moaning louder till her cries of pleasure echoed in the bathroom. She was close, it was easy to reach this point when you were in heat, and she moaned louder as her juices flowed against her hand, huffing and lying her back on the cold tile of the shower wall. "Damn..." She said grinning. Heat was a nuisance, but the orgasms were amazing.
And now it was time to actually get clean, running her soapy hands across her breasts and sides, running her claws through her chest fur to and then her hair, getting a considerable amount of shampoo and washing her hair. Maybe she would get lucky and find a quick screw, or, she might find some alone time... Hell, all she ever had was alone time. "Yeah, rub myself at work, that would get the ferals riled up."
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The diaper made a poofing noise as she sat, sighing at the uncomfortable feel. The pound was empty by eight, and it was eleven, the barking had died out a few hours ago, and she sat at her desk playing spider solitaire on her laptop. The dogs were fed, the cats were asleep, all was quiet.
And then Spike started to bark. Spike was the large German Shepard who had watched Ashley for the past few days, and though he hadn't noticed Claire, she really hadn't gone near him. The female sighed and stood up. "Agh, what is it?" She asked, shutting her laptop and looking to the canine. Seeing nothing wrong from her position, she walked over to his cage. "Oh, your out of water." She says smiling. She loved dogs, and even though she tried to act like it was just another job, she was happy to work here.
When she unlocked the door and opened it, she was greeted by the dog who barked loudly. The anthro Doberman would usually play with a few of them if they were awake, but now she just wanted to rest.
As she got near the bowl with the bucket of water, the hose had been chewed up and never replaced, she hear a loud poof and a pressure on her crotch.
"You sly bastard!" She said jumping back. "You knew I was in heat the whole time!" The German Sheppard just sat and grinned, panting and looking at her, expecting, well, you know what he was expecting, even Claire knew, and she wanted to give it to him.
At her thoughts she shivered. "Ugh, that is sick Claire." She said to herself, watching his swollen sheathe. "Then again... his old owner did it... and... you can't get pregnant..." She blushes as she slowly pulled down her skirt. It was around one in the morning now, who in their right mind would possibly be coming in to buy a pet.
With a heavy sigh, she threw the skirt out and onto the floors kennel. Spike, having watched all of this, took this as a positive sign and ran up to her, pressing his nuzzle against her diaper and chewing on it slowly. Not trying to rip it, just trying to say "Hey lady, this has got to go off too!"
Knowing what Spike was trying to tale her, Claire slowly undid the straps of the diaper, blushing as she pulled them down, leaving her exposed below herself to the feral. She needed this, heat was a powerful thing, and God she wanted someone to take her... at least the feral would feed her desires.
As soon as the diaper hit the floor, spike wasted no time, he walked in a almost dignified stride and sat in front of her, his warm breath panting against her sensitive mounds, making her clench her fists in anticipation, and as his tongue slowly lapped at her, she gasped and clenched her teeth. "Hold on a sec." She said, going to a back wall and propping herself up. "Okay boy..." He walked with her the entire time and as soon as she stopped moving he set back to work, this time licking harder, making her moan out.
"I don't know who your previous owner was but God they have you better trained then all the other HH's we have seen around here. She hadn't noticed the other canines had stirred, staring at her and spike with wide pleading eyes, they wanted some too, some of their members already poking out of their sheathe and hard.
But for now she was with spike, and spike penetrated her with his tongue now, lapping harder to prepare her for the real mating. She moaned, she groaned, that tongue worked better than any of her Ex's who had tried. "Good boy! Y-yes you a-re" She said huffing, resting her hands on his head. She didn't even notice at first when he pulled away and started to whine, placing his paws on her hips. It was his barking that woke her up from her lust. "Huh? Oh! You want me to... okay." She had feared the mating, as she had never been with a feral and even as she did this, she still found it wrong.
But she slowly crouched down and got on all fours, her tail high, turning to present it to the canine. In a way she was afraid that someone would walk in, and she wouldn't see them. But she had to remind herself, it was late, and the door was locked, only she could open it.
She was pulled away from her thoughts as Spike mounted her, his hips rocking, rock hard cock pressing against her as he tried to find that warm, wet, wanting pussy. She could feel the size and was actually blushing from it. "Oh good boy..." She said murring. When he finally reached his mark he made a lustful growl, his arms which had been on her waist went lower now, and with a loud bark of dominance, he rammed into her, half his large, red, canine cock deep into that warm, wanting mound making her scream out, half in pain, half in pleasure. It was as large as her Ex's if not slightly larger, and rammed into her with a feral wanting she found much more pleasurable than anyone else she had been with. "God... oh...." She whimpered as her mate took her, all the while he growled out. The bitch beneath him was his, no one else's, and he reminded her of that with each hump.
She wasn't surprised when that hard knot pressed against her; Anthro canines had those to, so she clenched her teeth in preparation. When his knot pressed against her folds and penetrated her, she groaned out with pleasure and the slight pain. As he knot fucked her, she panted, she moaned, she was in such a ecstasy that when she reached her climax howling loudly as he rammed into her for the last time, his knot had swelled now to the point he could not pull out anymore, and he howled alongside her as his member twitched and spilled his seed in large, powerful jets. "God..." She huffed out.
Every now and then he would cum again, something only ferals did, and when he wanted to move, she would be forced to walk backwards, he was the master, she had to accept that, and when he finally shrunk enough to pull away, he licked her face, but then bit her ear. He didn't tug, didn't try to hurt her, just bit her ear and growled. He was letting her know that she was his.
While they were tied, Claire had wondered how long it had been. Minutes? Hours? When Spike let go of her ear she jumped up, grabbed her diaper, murring at the feel of some of his seed gushing out of her warm folds, and pulled it on, reclasping the straps, running her hands across the diaper and murring. She was on cloud nine, everything was nice and happy and sunshine...
When she left the cage Spike was attending to his member, licking his self clean, but when he was done his eyes returned to her, and as she walked past the other cages to get her skirt the others whined at her, their cocks hard, wanting attention. She grinned and slowly got the females they had and led them to the cages with the other canines. She knew it was wrong, even if they were enjoying there orgies, but she was tired, and now that her desires had been taken care of, she would have a few hours without the need to mate. After they had all had their fun she put the females back in their cages. Only one thing needed taking care of.
When She left for home, she left with a canine, a leash around spikes collar that had his name, as well as the letter HH on each side, he was hers now. No, she wasn't going to become a closet case, never trying to find a man in her life, but at least she would always have Spike, her master, her Heat helper.