The Tryout
The Tryout
by Kimmie Kitten
As the bus pulled away from the corner, Ally knew she was a step closer to her destination, and if she turned back now, it'd be another hour or two before the next bus came along. 'Might as well check out the place' she thought, looking at the paper with the penned in address in the pad of her paw and glancing around at the buildings.
When she found her bearings, she started down the street, eventually coming upon what can only be described as a small, run-down warehouse type of place with the address she was hunting for scribed on the side of the building. At first, she thought it was a mistake, but one glance at the window of the office at the front, and she realized it was indeed the right place.
Kendra Films.
She stepped up to the door and stood there for a moment, swallowing hard, glancing down the street and back the other way. There was still time to just walk away. But the nagging thought of disappointment kept creeping back into her head, that every other job she'd applied for in the past two months had completely declined to even interview her. And worse yet was the thought that her fiancé was already working two backbreaking jobs and they still weren't enough to pay the rent and put food on the table...
And they weren't getting any younger, weren't putting any money away toward the wedding they had been trying to finance for years, weren't saving money for that pup they were hoping to have in the next few years.
Her train of thought was interrupted when the door opened and a middle-aged cheetah in a business suit stepped out. "Oh pardon me ma'am," he apologized, stepping aside and holding the door. He seemed too clean and friendly to be in a building like this, perhaps it was a good sign?
Ally put one footpaw in front of the other and made her way inside, nodding to the gentleman stranger before the door came to a slow shut behind her. The reception desk sat empty, but there was shuffling down the hallway and soon a young-looking German Shepherd poked his muzzle around the corner, offering a smile. "Hey there, did you need something?"
"I'm looking for Kendra? I was told to meet her here at noon..."
The shepherd chuckled and stepped around the corner. "I'm Zachary Kendra, sorry there is no 'Kendra' it's just my last name." He moved close and held out a paw. As he stepped into view, she got a better look at the dog. He had handsome brown markings around the sides of his cheeks and over his eyes, a broad black muzzle, and amber eyes a girl could easily get lost in. His headfur looked a bit tussled in its stylings which helped to make him look very young, perhaps his mid 20s, but his confidence and professional demeanor gave the feeling he might be older than he looked. "You must be Ally?"
The young husky nodded in turn and took the paw for a shake. "Yes that's me, sorry I'm a bit early..."
"Oh don't be sorry, I'm glad you're early! My eleven-o'clock cancelled on me. Come on, let's go in to my office." He motioned with a paw toward the doorway to the hall before he made his way into the hallway first to lead the way. "Don't mind the dust, we're still getting settled in here, we moved from a smaller place on the other side of town. It's nice having all this space now for scenes and props."
Ally followed close behind, glancing into a door as they passed - it was full of what appeared to be stage props, something your typical theater might have on-hand. The next door was shut and dark from the look of the crack at the bottom. It was at this point that Ally had a panicked thought: what if being engaged would hurt her chances at this gig? She quickly scrambled to draw the modest ring from her paw and slip it into her pocket without being noticed. "I wasn't sure if this was the right place from the street."
"Ohhh it's the right place alright!" the shepherd replied, stepping up to the next door on the left and twisting the knob open, flicking the lightswitch on. "Come on into my office."
As she stepped into the room, Ally was uncertain what she had walked into. There was no desk in the room, just two folding chairs facing eachother on the side closest the door, and on the far wall was a plush queen-sized bed in neutral colors, the walls surrounding the bed area painted while the rest of the room remained a chalk-white color. Ally stopped and stood in the room for a minute, a slight feeling of panic welling up in her stomach.
A paw to the shoulder didn't help matters any, the shepherd stepping up behind her. "Sorry, I don't really have a normal office here just yet. Please, have a seat." He tugged one of the folding chairs over. She reluctantly set her bottom onto the chair and placed her paws nervously on her lap.
"I'm sorry if I'm a bit...stiff, I just have never done any sort of films before."
Mr. Kendra shook his muzzle and sat down in front of her on the other chair, facing her but with the back of the chair in front of him for his paws to lean on, his knees spread around it. "Naw don't worry, I actually prefer to hire talent that's never done it before. The ones in the business already have such poor acting habits, at least I can mold and shape you into whatever I want. Speaking of which, do you mind if we start with some questions?"
"Sure, absolutely!"
"These will get a little personal, but please answer truthfully so we don't get you into any sorts of film situations you don't want to be in. Are you okay with giving oral?"
Ally drew in a breath and nodded, her ear flicking as she did. It was definitely a lot more personal than she was expecting, but she answered after a moment. "Yes." It was a short answer, but it did the trick.
"Good, and I assume vaginal is cool too?"
The husky nodded this time instead of vocalizing an answer. It was all a bit out of her comfort zone, but she found a way to answer.
"Excellent. Let's do this another way then, which of the following are you NOT okay with?" the shepherd paused and glanced down at the floor for a moment as he started to read the list off in his head, counting off each by flicking out his pawfingers each new addition. "Anal, lesbian, threesome with two guys, double-penetration...?"
Ally bit her lip for a moment as the shepherd continued reading off a few more fetishes, looking the young dog in front of her over and pondering his clothing - he was dressed in cargo shorts and a button down solid blue shirt with short sleeves, perhaps a size too small as it hugged around the muscles of his chest and shoulders a little more than it should. She lifted her muzzle a bit to look at his eyes, realizing she had zoned out for a moment. "Ohhh, ummmm...well I would prefer no double penetration...no pain, and definitely no scat."
"Fair enough. We don't do that whole scat thing here," he chuckled and shook his muzzle. "Are you married? Do you have to have a spouse or boyfriend/girlfriend, anyone we need to know about that will have to watch you perform?"
The husky drew in a breath. "No, and no." She bit her lip nervously, still worried a fiancé might ruin her chances.
"Very good!" Mr. Kendra chewed on his lip for a moment, tilting his muzzle and looking at his new applicant curiously, eyes tracing up and down her form. "So I'm not really the only one that makes decisions around here, I've got a few other crew that usually help me choose our actors and actresses. If you don't mind, I'd like to record a short audition tape of you so they can see what you look like and such." He slipped up off his chair before Ally had a chance to answer, disappearing out the door. A moment later, he returned, a camera bag slung over his shoulder and a tripod in the other hand. "Let me get this set up, please come on over to the bed."
There was a pause before Ally stood up. "I didn't think there would be any..."
"Ohhh don't worry, it's just a quick video, you just need to strip down on camera so we can see how you look." Mr. Kendra propped the tripod up, fixing the legs firmly down and locking them in position.
"You mean right here? Right now?"
"Certainly, here let me get the door." The shepherd moved to the door and shut it, before returning to fuss with the camera bag, pulling the camera out and latching it onto the tripod, moving the lens to point at the front of the bed. "Come on over, it's nothing. It'll be quick and done before you know it."
She wasn't even a step toward the bed before her mind was awash with worry about the situation. What if her fiancé would be upset that she did this? She only intended to come and find out more about the job, not actually get, well, naked right away. But with a little reluctance and a whole lot of worry, she made her way to the bed and sat down at the edge of it. "I guess..."
"Trust me, if we do this now then you won't have to come back when the rest of the board is here. It's better this way and you won't have to stand in front of 6 people naked, just me. So I'll ask you a few questions on camera, feel free to get into it, play to the camera a bit." He clicked the record button and the red light of the camera popped on. "Alright, we're recording. So tell us your name."
She froze for a moment, swallowing hard and flushing warm under the fur of her cheeks before she finally answered. "Ally."
"And Ally, why are you here today?"
"Because I'm trying out for a position with your studio?" The end of her statement found her tone raising as though she were asking a question rather than answering.
The shepherd muffled a chuckle. "Sounds good to me. Do you like sex?"
The question caught her off guard and she glanced away from the camera and giggled. "Of course, doesn't everybody?"
"Well, some more than others," Mr. Kendra laughed in turn, pointing toward her with a paw. "So why don't you start by taking your shirt off so we can get a good look at your breasts."
Ally looked at the camera for a moment, nibbling her lip again before she started moving her paws down to the hem of her sweatshirt.
"So tell us Ally, what are your favorite positions?"
The young husky started tugging her sweatshirt up, pausing with it rolled just under her breasts, the soft white fluff of her fit tummy visible. "Well, I like it doggy style a lot, and I like...well I like to be on top too and do the moving."
"Excellent, that's what we like to hear...there should be plenty of opportunity for many positions." He moved the camera a bit as her paws lifted that shirt up above her breasts, peeling the sweatshirt up over her shoulders and off, tossing it aside. Her breasts were still covered, however, by a white lace bra cupped around those curves. "Nice, why don't you take that bra off too right away."
This was it, this was her last chance to say no before the camera would record her modesty. But she took the chance, her paws moving behind her to unlatch the bra, letting it fall to her lap before she tossed it over to the floor on top of her sweatshirt. "Very nice," called the shepherd, looking above the camera to watch the newfound nakedness before him, shifting a paw into his pocket for a moment and adjusting himself, although nothing really visible in the bagginess of his cargo shorts yet. "Go ahead and take off those pants too," he mumbled out to her.
It's now or never, she thought, biting her lip and putting her paws into the waistband of her pants. Her paws fumbled for a moment to unsnap the button, but the zipper slid down as she peeled apart the flaps of her jeans, wriggling her hips to shove them southward. In the process, the tightness of her pants also tugged her panties down with them. A few wriggles later, those pants and panties fell past her knees off the edge of the bed, and she kicked them off, tugging that one lone pantleg which seemed to hang around her ankle off as well.
"Nice nice," the shepherd murred out in a half whisper. The young lady was quite the looker, the soft fur of her legs tracing up along her inner thighs, that fur turning a soft white in that region. The white fluff painted up over her middle over her chest as well. She breathed in heavily as she sat back up fully on the edge of the bed, sliding her paws between her knees in a shy manner. "W...what should I be doing?"
Mr. Kendra lifted his face from the camera and rubbed a paw under his muzzle. "Well, I'd normally have you turn around and just show yourself off, but...I'm thinking we could kill a few birds with one stone here."
Ally tilted her muzzle and looked curiously at the shepherd, feeling a little anxiety from the whole situation, and the uncertainty of what the dog was about to say was starting to nag at her. "Okay, what?"
The shepherd straightened up and made his way to the bed, a bulging tent in his cargo shorts at this point, his paws dusting down the sides of his shirt. "There's a tryout session we always do as well. It's a paid session, worth $200 just for an hour, but we record the session. We do it for several reasons. First and foremost, to judge your ability to ignore the camera and focus on the...task." He bit his lip as he sat down right alongside of the husky. "If you aren't too good at ignoring the camera, there's a little acting class we can send you to over at the performing arts school on the other side of town.
"Secondly, it gives us an idea of your skills in general. This not only helps us gauge what some of your strengths are, but it also helps us place you into a tier." The canine was unbuttoning his shirt at this point, nearly to the bottom button already. He continued on with his explanation, "The tiers are one, two, and three, with three being the most professional, excuse me, the most skilled and the best paid." The dog moved his hip in against hers, paw sliding down to brush on her knee. "Most girls start out at a one, but if you're good, you could start out at a two and earn quite a bit more than a one.
"And lastly, the session gives us an idea of who might make a good pairing for you. Not only do we look at how you look on camera, but we see how comfortable you are and see which role you like to take, and that helps us pair one of our actors with you." By this time, Mr. Kendra was already loosening his shirt and letting it fall to the floor in front of the bed.
It wasn't hard to see that this German Shepherd worked out, but not to excess. The soft fluff along his chest and tummy was a light creamy-brown coloration, coating over that fit body. He had some muscle definition, but nothing bulgy, just enough to accentuate his abs and his pectoral muscles. "Are you alright Ally?"
Ally shook the cobwebs from her head, staring at the chest of the dog in front of her for a few seconds straight, processing all that was said. "Well...yes I'm fine. I just, well, I don't know if I'm ready for that step yet."
The shepherd slid a paw over to caress behind Ally's nearest shoulder. "Let me tell you, I can guarantee you're more than attractive enough to be in our films, and the only question will be whether you can actually overcome this shyness." He shifted his hips in, bumping his side to hers, now sitting on the edge of the bed right in against her. "I don't want to rush you, but we're going to have to hire someone before next week, and I've got two other girls coming by later this week for interviews." He bit his lip and leaned his muzzle in, brushing those whiskers to the outer edge of her ear. "I've got the committee coming in this evening. If we put a good show on in the video, and the committee agrees with me that you're our girl, I'll call the other two ladies back in the morning and tell them the position has been filled." He paused and drew in a deep breath, his paw sliding around to her other shoulder now, gently wrapping around her naked back. "If not, my paws are tied, and you may not get in."
It was convincing enough, the idea that the position was hers to lose already. She hunched her shoulders a little more, squeezing her thighs together with her paws buried between her legs nervously. She thought long and hard for a few moments, pondering the situation, pondering what her boyfriend might say. But the other thought that kept coming to mind was how their rent was almost a month overdue, and that it was only a matter of days if not hours before they would be evicted, and the money from the tryout session certainly help stave that off. "Alright, I'll do it," she mumbled out, closing her eyes and drawing her head in against that broad muzzle of his.
"Excellent. I'll coach you along, it'll be great, you'll see." It was hard to tell what he was talking about being great - the experience, the video, or her chances, and judging from that bulge which seemed to be holding up the fabric of his cargo shorts, the Shepherd may have had further meanings for it. "Here, let me get my shorts off as well."
Those canine paws worked quickly to unfasten and unzip his own shorts, shoving them down to his ankles and kicking them off immediately. His canine shaft jounced into view, more than half-erect by this point, what looked like around 6-inches of canine flesh already spilling from that sheath, and more under that furred sheath. And this dog was thick, from the base until about halfway up that shaft he was about as thick as a common doorknob, and his size tapered down from there to the tip. A paw of his found the fur behind her ear, petting there gently. "You alright honey?"
Ally nodded her muzzle, swallowing hard, although perhaps she was swallowing her pride too. "I'm...good."
The shepherd drew a paw over to caress down her side, lifting back up and cupping around her left breast. He squeezed it with a paw, fingers lifting underneath it as his pawthumb rubbed right across that sensitive nipple, the reddish-pink flesh not taking much of a caress before it was pert and rigid. "Mmmm very nice sweetie." His other paw found her near hip, urging her back onto the bed with a soft nudge.
The husky got the hint, shifting back and lying back with her head on the pillow, the shepherd drawing in alongside of her on his knees. It was at this point when she really got a good look at that dog cock, the reddish flesh throbbing with its instinctual desires as it hung down from his lower tummy, draping out of his sheath. He was fully hard now, a good 8 inches of erection spilling from that sheath, veins giving it a bit of a contoured look. It looked so thick, she thought, even her boyfriend had nothing on this shepherd. And those balls dangling beneath...those could surely leave a girl's furred flesh a little rosy from all the slapping.
A paw to her inner thigh sobered her up, her eyes drawing wide for a moment and her legs squeezing around it. "Relax honey," he whispered out, Ally obeying by splaying her legs apart and closing her eyes. Those thick pawfingers began teasing those moist folds, splaying the pink flesh and teasing around the edge of it. He drew a pawfinger gently in along the inside of those petals, circling up and drawing that pawdigit in against the firm little bud of her clitoris - she was clearly already quite aroused. "Very nice baby," he murred out to her, his free paw caressing her leg as his other paw continued to explore her nethers. She felt warm, and very moist as his pawfinger started to tease into that flesh, her aroma wafting up into his nostrils.
Wow, she had an enticing scent that was unlike anything he'd ever smelled. The smell was so intoxicating to his nostrils, so much that it made his erection jump and dribble a little pre from the tip.
Ally rubbed the back of her head to that pillow, letting out a soft rumble of delight at the teasing she was receiving. Her mind had cleared of all those earlier thoughts, at least for the time being, the sensation of being teased by that paw enveloping her senses and thoughts.
It wasn't until he started climbing over her that her eyes drew open. "W...wait, aren't you going to use a c..."
"Don't worry honey, we have the medical records you sent in. You're clean, I'm clean, if you'd like to see mine..."
The husky shook her head as Mr. Kendra's paws drew over her breasts again, his knees drawing her legs apart. "No, I just mean, you can't cum in me..."
The shepherd laughed and looked down into her worried eyes. "Sweetie, it's against the code of conduct here to do that. We have a strict policy about that." He drew a paw against her cheek to caress it. "Besides, it looks much better on camera when we finish on you instead."
The words weren't enough for Ally though, but as the dog's paws above her pressed to her shoulders and those hips of his drew in toward her thighs, she could feel the nudge of that thick canine erection grinding in against her mound until it prodded gently just between those moist folds.
This wasn't normally how he did things. Normally Mr. Kendra had a tendency to let a girl perform a little oral, or for him to perform a little on them first, but that smell was driving him wild, and he had enough experience to know that he would be teasing himself way too much to go through with oral beforehand.
Ally's muzzle opened to protest again as the German Shepherd's hips began to press in toward her, the muscles of his butt tensing as that canine cock began to splay those moist folds and pierce between them. A good slow thrust paused all of her conscious thought, that dogmeat caressing those swollen petals and massaging in along her inner walls, all of those sensitive neurons firing as she felt her inner flesh ablaze with such vigor and life.
It felt amazing. Both dogs seemed to enjoy that first thrust more than they probably should have.
The black and tan dog above the husky pushed in until his hips were mashed in against her upper thighs, that canine erection buried as far as he could bury it from this position. He let out a soft growl as he, himself, closed his eyes. She was so tight, that supple flesh pursing around his maleness like nothing he'd had before. While anal was clearly a tighter experience, this husky's silken flesh felt like it was almost suckling on his member.
The husky cooed out in pleasure as those muscled hips pressed in against her, and that thick length of dogmeat prodded deep into her inner flesh. This was more than she bargained for on such a day, and she hadn't even spent a lot of time considering what her fiancé might think of another dog taking his bitch. But it didn't matter for the few seconds of that first thrust, every inch of her body tingling with pleasure - her pawtoes curling, her pawhands drawing up and clenching on his shoulders, her stomach muscles tensing.
And this big dog's cock was the cause of it all.
In moments, he began to draw slowly out, letting the contours of his canine meat caress every inch on its way out, pausing with just the tip left in, splaying her folds. He glanced down, noticing the glistening flesh of his member - she was wetter than a dolphin in an aquarium. He growled out in satisfaction of this, wriggling his hips before pressing them back in, burying that cock right back into place again.
That warm crevasse was like nothing he'd enjoyed before. It was like poetry: every thrust a verse with perfect rhythm, every breath a pause, every shiver of pleasure a chorus of cheers.
The session continued, the male dog letting his hips do the talking. He drew his shaft in and out of that tender flesh of hers, letting her feel every inch of his shaft, letting her feel the size of a pornstar canine. And she was taking it like a pro, her paws rubbing over his shoulders, her breathing meeting the rhythm of his thrusts and allowing her to push her weight down to help.
The shepherd kept a steady pace, biting his bottom muzzlelip as he drew his hips back and plunged them forward, rocking Ally's body each time. That fat shepherd cock sunk deep into her crevasse with every stroke, grinding that length well into her and along her sensitive inner walls. And boy did that heated inner flesh seem to suckle on that member, every thrust gathering a squeeze of her confines around his maleness, and every subtle motion and heavy thrust eliciting a moan from her.
The big black and tan dog stopped his motions for a moment, patting her hip and drawing his member out. "Here let's try it different now..." he mumbled out, low enough that his words would be tough to discern on camera as he laid out alongside of her, on his back. "You said you liked it this way too..." The truth was that he was already feeling quite aroused by it all, quite nearing his peak that he needed a breather, but when you're a professional you never let someone know you almost made a mistake. The pause was just what he needed, or so he thought.
Ally was still half panting as she looked over at him lying there, that glistening shepherd cock standing at attention, throbbing against his tummyfluff. She felt so empty without that shaft inside of her now, her body yearning to feel it again. She took her cue, moving over to straddle her legs around his midsection and moving a paw behind her to angle that member up. When she felt it press to her wet petals, she arched her back to meet the angle of his shaft and sunk herself down, letting her weight rest fully until that dogmeat was fully implanted into her again. This time, due to the splaying of her legs around his hips, she felt it prod a little deeper than in the missionary position.
She bounced herself up and down, more and more rapidly each time, her eyes clenched shut as she moaned out, completely forgetting about the cameras. The shepherd's paws cupped against her hips and helped her raise up and sink back down each time, faster and faster, his hips swatting hers and making a thumping sound each strike, her tail dancing behind her with all the motion. Her heated flesh felt so wonderful being tormented by that big canine shaft as she moved her body and helped plunge it deep into her crevasse each time.
It wasn't until she started to feel her climax take hold that her paws began to quiver on his shoulders. "Oh god..." she whined out, her tender folds throbbing and squeezing down that length of dogmeat as her weakened muscles caused her body to slip down. She felt her own juices begin to spill out around the base of that shaft, her silken interior throbbing in orgasm, massaging around that dogcock. That knot, which had seemed slightly bigger than before, slipped into her folds, causing her to whine yet again, her climax squeezing and gripping around that knot and shaft.
"Honey..." came a panting whisper from the dog beneath her, his ears splaying back. He was close before, but this time with all the tensing of her folds and flesh around his knot, he was closer still. "Honey don't..." he started again, before biting his lip and clenching his eyes shut, that knot of his swelling up rapidly. After just a second or two, he could feel it throbbing heavily inside of the heat of that flesh-trap above him. "You've gotta...get off..." he barked out, his paws gripping at her hips and starting to pull up on her weight...
But it was too late, that knot was already swollen too large to tug free from her confines, and the motion simply served to cause her to moan and yelp in further throes of climax. The motion caused her folds to tug at his knot a little more, milking around it with such a tight sensation. "Oh god baby..." he whined out, throwing his head back into the pillow.
Another throb of her silk...
And another...
"HONEY!" He whined out - it wasn't like him to whine, but the sensation of his climax so close, being teased by her own orgasm, his heavy balls drawing up tightly, closer to the base of that sheath...
It was at this point during her own orgasm that the clouds of her climax started to clear and the realization of that knot locked inside of her began inciting panic in the husky. "Pull it out..." she panted out, pushing herself up, feeling that knot lodged way too snugly inside of her.
Another grip of her flesh...
Another throb...
"RRRRRFFFFFFFffff!" The shepherd half-growled, half-barked out, those canine balls drawing up, and his own orgasm beginning to unleash those pulses of dog cum deep into the husky on top of him. He couldn't help but buck his hips up, that canine instinct taking hold as his knot throbbed and writhed inside of that bitch on top of him, ropes of shepherd cum spurting deep into her womb and painting her inner crevasse fully. Even his upward thrust seemed to nudge that engorged member in, prodding the tip in firmly to the tight flesh of her cervix and nudging just within.
More canine cum spurted past that cervix, into her uterus, spilling deep and coating her fertile womb...
"Pull it out! I'm in heat," she whined out, the throbbing knot shifting inside of her and eliciting another few surges of pleasure through her own ebbing orgasm.
The shepherd bucked again, his balls mashing up to the bottom edge of her mound. "Rrrrf...you were supposed to pull off...never felt a bitch get so tight on me like that..." he panted out in response, his maleness still throbbing out his orgasm into her, still spurting cum quite readily into that passageway.
"But I'm not on the pill..."
"What!?" He barked out, lifting his head up from the pillow, the feeling of his shaft throbbing a few more times inside of the unprotected bitch above him. "What are you doing trying out for this if you're not on the pill?" It made sense to him now though, the pill actually affecting hormones in a bitch, and this particular husky having quite a tightness that he'd never felt before, her heat in its prime, those hormones naturally working and not being stifled by medication.
She began to whine and whimper, her ears splaying back, feeling so much of that warm cum still spurting inside of her. "I c...can't take the pill...I get a reaction...your secretary told me precautions would be taken..." The thoughts of her fiancé started washing through her mind. What if she got pregnant from this dog? What would her fiancé say if she had a German Shepherd puppy instead of a purebred husky? What if...
"Honey..." Mr. Kendra whined out as well. "We give out birth control pills in the...mmmmf...application packet. I didn't expect to...do this all today...with you...god I'm sorry. We can get you a morning after pill." Another good throb and yet more spurts of shepherd cum spilled into her. And boy was that husky tight, her seasoned silk still throbbing in the ebb of her orgasm, still milking at his shaft and knot, but there was nothing he could do to pull out at this point without hurting the both of them.
Ally shook her muzzle. "I can't take that either."
The black and tan pornstar dog shook his muzzle, feeling his climax slowing to a halt, the throbs less frequent and seemingly stopping, but that knot still quite swollen and doing it's evolutionary job to keep all that cum trapped in the husky above him. "Well gosh honey, just...don't roll us over and I guess they won't swim all up into the right spot." It was such a stretch, he knew it, especially after feeling the purse of that cervix around his cock.
And she knew it too.
Seeing her disgust with that statement made him mumble out something else: "I'm glad you're not married then..."
This made Ally's heart sink, her ears pinning back, although she chose to say nothing yet again.
"I'm sorry honey, it'll be okay, I promise." He pulled her down to cuddle into his chest, his fur warm, paws stroking along her backfur. No words were said for the next twenty minutes, the dog continuing to console his applicant while all that canine seed soaked into her fertile inner flesh. Finally, when the swelling subsided, he was able to shift his hips and draw himself out from her, drips of cum dribbling out along her inner thighs, dripping down onto the bed.
Ally cleaned up in the restroom, slipping her clothes back on and doing her best to look dignified. But her shame showed clearly, her tail drooping, her ears not sitting erect. As she made her way toward the front lobby in disgust, a paw on her shoulder stopped her.
"Listen honey, you've got a job here. That was amaz...I mean...you are an amazing dog, and you'll do well here if you're interested." Whether it was the honest truth that she was good, or whether the shepherd felt some shame and sympathy for what he'd done, not even he knew. But one thing was clear - she was the best lay he'd had in years.
For some reason, the thought of having the job simply felt like she was dragged back into the dirt. She swallowed hard and nodded. "I...need some time."
The bus ride home was spent thinking about her fiancé. What if she was pregnant? What would he think? What would he say? How would she feel the next time she had sex with him? And the biggest question of all: how would she tell him what happened...?