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Finally, the weekend.

Arthur got home and tossed his briefcase on the kitchen table by the front door. He arched his back and took two hands to push it out, his rotund belly pressing outwards.

As he walked around the living room he kept on his work clothes: a white collared t-shirt with a dark blue tie and black pants. He needed a sitdown. He collapsed on the couch and picked up the tv remote from in between the cushions.

"Alyssa?" he called.

"Yeah, dad?" a young girl's voice answered back.

"Just making sure you are home." he replied.

Arthur didn't like the idea of leaving his 9 year old daughter home alone for the hour or so it took between her getting home from school and him getting home from work but she was careful about it and passed a fire safety course.

The house was a small one with the main living space being a den, kitchen, and small corner dining area. The hallway by the couch lead to the bedrooms and the bathroom. A small house, maybe, but not that a father and daughter needed that much room. A father and daughter and one other family member.

There was a tapping on the floor. Arthur looked up to see Belle, the family's pet collie with a luscious coat of brown and white fur. Belle briskly walked up to her myuman master.

"Hey Belle," he said, reaching down to pat her on the side. "Glad you can take care of Alyssa while I'm not here."

Belle looked up and gave a little bark.

A sinister shadow veiled over the neighborhood. Magical forces landed in the vicinity. There was a house across the alley from Arthur's. Warm yellow light emitted from the house's old fashioned windows. Silhouettes of people walking around the kitchen flickered in a window.

Then there was a panic coming from the house, with screams and shouts. While there was a figure of several myumans broadcasting on the window, a figure with a large snout arrived. While the panic continued inside the house, a sneaky presence left the house and traveled toward's Arthur's home.

A red fox appeared outside of Arthur's home. He wasn't an ordinary fox, but a being of great power. Orzlac was his name and it was his duty to enter myuman homes and 'give enhanced life' to the household's pets and to turn its myuman occupants into zoomans.

Orzlac searched the perimeter of the house for an open window. There wasn't any. He saw one that he could hop up to though. The ledge by the window was just big enough for him, so he hopped up. Trying to open the window with his paws showed the window was locked.

He sighed, "Why can't this be easy?"

His eyes glowed with a fiery white. There was a snap and smoke emerged from the locking mechanism in the middle of the windows bottom. Orzlac gave the window another glare and it opened like magic. The mesh on the inside? Orzlac touched it and it peeled away allowing Orzlac to head inside. The window stayed open behind him.

He walked across the floor with its old 1970's olive colored plastic tiles. There was the murmur of the television. Orzlac sniffed and could sense two myumans and a dog in the house. He turned the corner to see a fat fatherly myuman Arthur and a female collie laying down in the corner.

"Whoa!" said Arthur, getting up from the couch and moving back, "Oh shit oh shit."

"Dad?" called Alyssa from the other room.

"Stay in your room, Alyssa." said Arthur, "We got a wild animal in the house!"

"I am not wild." said Orzlac.

Arthur looked at the fox perplexed. He looked over at the T.V. Did the T.V. make that noise? It couldn't have been the fox!

Belle growled and barked at the fox, getting into an offensive position and snarling. Orzlac wasn't going to feel threatened by a dog.

"Can you move past your disgust for me and hurry along?" the fox asked the collie, "I've got a lot of houses to visit and I want to get this over with quickly."

Belle suddenly turned docile. She got up and walked over to the fox, sniffing at him curiously. Orzlac seemed uninterested in any greeting with the collie. Arthur stared at the two, unable to say anything. Was he hearing things?

"Daaaaaad" said Alyssa coming into the living room. Alyssa was a young myuman girl with shoulder length blonde hair wearing a pink t-shirt and light blue pants. She looked up at her dad, "What's wrong?" She then saw the fox on the floor, "Ah! A wolf!"

Arthur walked over to Alyssa and took her by the shoulder, "Get back in your room and shut the door. This thing might be rabid!"

"I am not rabid!" said the fox, "Do I-?" He sighed. He didn't really care about making a big flashy entrance or explaining anything to the myumans. He had a task to perform in two major steps.

First: he looked at Belle. He raised a paw and out came a bolt of green electric fog. Belle put her chin out like she was ready for it and it absorbed her form. Her figure became a silhouette in the mystical cloud.

Alyssa clinged to her father's arm, "Daddy!"

The silhouette in the cloud of fog grew tall, about six feet. When the fog disappeared, there was the figure of an anthropomorphic collie female wearing a blue blazer with a light blue shirt underneath and blue pants. It was Belle.

"A... aaah!" Arthur was so stunned he didn't know how to scream properly.

Belle looked at herself. She looked at her clothes and her tail, "Not bad."

Orzlac nodded. He turned to the myumans, them staring back with stunned expressions and shivering with terror. It was time for step two. Orzlac sat up and raised two paws to fire two beams at the father/daughter couple.

Their forms were absorbed by light and when the light disappeared, they were confused for a moment. It didn't take long for them to notice the changes in their body. They both had white fur all over their bodies. Their footwear has disappeared revealing white furred feet with tiny claws. Their hands had tiny claws too. Their heads had transformed into rabbits head with two tall ears cradling their hair.

Arthur looked down at his daughter, eyes horrified at what the fox had done to her. Alyssa looked upward. A part of her mind recognized Arthur as her father but the rabbit faced creature was a horrifying stranger.

Wetness appeared on Alyssa's pants and grew like a blossoming flower all over the front. Some strand trinkled down a pant leg and dripped out onto the carpet at her feet. Pitter-patter.

Orzlac huffed, "Look at that: my work here is done." The fox turned tail and walked back into the laundry room, calling from behind the wall, "Have a good night, dog!" The window audibly closed.

Belle looked back at the rabbits and the rabbits stared back at her, still unable to believe what was going on. Without being told by Orzlac himself, she knew that they were her pets and that she had control over them by voice command.

She took a step forward, "Ok. Now it's my time to be the master!"

There was a fierce hiss sound. Belle looked down to see wetness explode all over Arthur pants. On the inside, Arthur's large penis was firing itself at maximum pressure! His underwear was soaked in a flash and pee waterfalled down both pant legs, soaking his fur. Big dark splotches appeared all over his pants until there were two hefty streams going down the fabric. A large puddle grew on the carpet, wetting the green fibers.

Belle looked at her two rabbits- both with peed pants, "Hmmm. I should likely clean this up but on the other hand... night will come soon. Time for a walk."

With pee still dripping from their pants, the two rabbits headed to the door. They took the lead, like they were dogs on leashes. Arthur opened the door and went out, with Alyssa then Belle following behind him.

It was early enough that the street lights were on in the local park. It was featureless aside from a few benches and pavement paths. Lots of grass, it was.

Belle contently walked her two rabbits around, their peed pants cooled by the evening breeze. They were so freaked out they couldn't even notice other pets being walked with other masters. They only moved because it was Belle's will. Within the last fifteen minutes they had been invaded by a talking fox, saw their pet dog mutate and start talking herself, and then they got transformed themselves. They weren't in a receptive mood.

Belle saw a few people up ahead. She recognized Driller, a golden retriever, although this was the first time she had seen him on two legs. He was wearing no shirt but a pair of light brown pants with a belt, a hole in the back for his fluffy tail. He was with two others. There was Sparkles, a goldfish lady with a thick scaly tail coming out the back of her. Now myumanized, she wore a beautiful pink dress with a split at the back for her tail.

"Hello Driller," said Belle.

Driller gave a wave, "Belle." He turned to Sparkles, "This is Sparkles, the fish of the household."

Belle reached out and shook her hand, "I've never had the pleasure!"

Sparkles gave a big friendly smile, "Up until now I've been confined in a tank."

Behind Sparkles and Driller was an orange snake girl with her head hung low. She wore a black t-shirt with a grotesque band design and a pair of soft yellow cargo pants. No tail.

"Is this your pet?" asked Belle.

"One of them." said Driller, "Most of them were so spooked at their sudden lifestyle change that they could barely stand. We left them at home."

Sparkle slapped the snake on the back, "Introduce yourself, Abby."

The snake looked like it pained her to even look in Belle's eyes. Belle or anyone else. She opened her mouth, "Hello... dog."

Driller and Sparkle laughed. Belle stepped aside to gesture at her two rabbit pets. Arthur and Alyssa stared back with eyes consumed with a quiet insanity. They were miles away.

Driller looked down at their pants. Their pee soaked pants were hard to overlook. Driller chuckled, "They must be excited to be your pets." That got a chuckle out of Sparkles.

The park was alive with lots of myumanized animals. Those that were masters were confident, calm, and had tails. They commanded their pets. The pets were tailless and terrified. Belle smiled when she saw a gerbil master forcing her gerbil pet to run around on all fours. The pet looked so humiliated.

Belle and the others said their goodbyes and she and her two rabbits continued their walk. As they walked, Belle started to smell a stench from the younger rabbit, but ignored it. The smell wasn't too bad and the young rabbit could suffer having pooped her pants.

Belle crossed paths with another newly appointed master: Pixie the cat. She was overweight, but stylish. There was also Geffa, a myumanoid black dragon and there was Bugsy, a regular-shaped raccoon on Geffa's shoulder wearing some clothes.

"Good evening," said Belle.

Pixie grinned, "How's it going, dog?"

Belle chuckled, "Taking my pets out for a walk." She said, "Yourself?"

Pixie scritched her neck, "My pets, well- the one's that are in town- they are busy getting... busy." She looked around the horizon. Between the night darkness setting in and the multitudes of naked animal people around she couldn't see any of her pets. "They're somewhere around here."

"Are these lettuce-eaters your pets?" asked the raccoon.

Belle giggled, "Lettuce-eaters" She nodded, "Yes. Arthur and Alyssa."

Geffa walked forward, with a sinister smile. Arthur, who had previously seemed unaware of any other person around, his eyes darted on Geffa. He watched her like a mouse to the predator eagle.

Geffa got up in his face, "This one looks like a very big snack."

Arthur's pupils shrunk to specks. There was a loud FLORP and then a tinkling sound. Arthur's pants already wet with his urine, ran with pee yet again, beads of it drips off of his legs and onto the ground. A wet and wild symphony of BLARTS and PBBTS ran behind him.

Geffa chuckled deeply, stepping back to get out of the splashzone and the vicinity of the odor. Bugsy laughed hysterically and slapped his knee, "Poor bastard re-peed his pants!"

Pixie giggled and put a hand to her cheek, "Oh my!"

Belle looked at Arthur, pee dripping from his slacks once again. The mess his made in his pants was pushing them out and the odor was thick, but Belle also found it gratifying and needed to get used to it anyway. Her pet crapping his pants was likely going to be a recurring thing.

Belle got a little chuckle out of it herself, "Alright. I would love to stay but I got to get these two home," She looked at both of them- spooked and soiled, "They both need changes."

Geffa, Pixie, and Bugsy waved them out. The three of them walked home with Arthur and Alyssa in front. For Belle, Arthur's bowel movement was in plain few and she didn't mind the occasional pet or master seeing Arthur like that.

There was an odor in the air on the way home.

Getting back to the house brought the odor into the room. The rabbits didn't seem too upset by their accidents either. They were still dazed although Arthur was starting to come out of it.

Belle turned on some lights. She looked at her two pets, and huffed.

"Alyssa," said Belle, "Come with me to your room. We'll get you changed." She looked up at Arthur, "Arthur, get to the washroom and undress. Put your dirty clothes into the garbage can."

Alyssa took Belle's hand and they walked down the hall into Alyssa's room. Arthur walked down the hall behind them and turned into the bathroom, shutting the door. Even if dazed, Arthur could still follow commands.

There was a tall standing plastic garbage can in the corner of the room. Arthur took off the top and put it behind the sink. He undid his belt and dropped his pants. They hid the ground with a muffled thud, and he could hear the wetness on them. His underwear was already falling off his legs, the weight of the load pushing them down. He got ahold of them and slowly lowered them into his pants.

If there was anything that would take him out of his daze, it was having to slide down a pair of crap-filled underwear. He placed the loady underwear into his peed slacks and stepped out of the ruined garments. Wrapping it up so as little matter would escape the bundle, Arthur put the thing in the trash with a deep thud.

Cupping his hands around his butt to catch any stray waste, he waddled to the sink and reached down to turn on the faucet and shower head. He wasn't comfortable having a big mess on his butt and legs but he at least waited to the shower's water was the right temperature by removing his shirt and putting it on the towel rack.

He noticed something: his penis had grown in size. He hung flaccid but was thick and at about seven inches. Wow, what a cock. Even in his mind-boggling terror, he had to appreciate his refurbished member. Seven inches while flaccid, how big could it get?

Once the water was right, he went in and started washing off his waste, the water below turning an unpleasant color for a few minutes. He got it all clean and made sure to dig into the fur and get out all the waste.

Belle came in without knocking. Arthur reflexively covered his crotch and pull over a shower curtain.

"Don't hide from me," said Belle. "Stand up straight."

Arthur stood up, looking directly at Belle unflinchingly as the shower lasered on his head. Belle had a bundle of clothes. She looked into the trash can, "We take this out later."

She took a step in and saw the floor was wet. She carefully walked over to the toilet, set the clothes down and ripped off some toilet paper. She leaned down and wiped up the floor before tossing the paper into the trash. A wash of her hands.

"There's some new pants," said Belle.

Arthur nodded and Belle closed the door behind her. Having cleaned himself. Arthur turned off the shower.

It was time for dinner but Belle wasn't up for cooking anything. After her pets were cleaned up, they took to the kitchen table. Belle tossed them a bag of carrots from the fridge. The two ate the carrots, staring into space nibbling down one carrot after another.

It wasn't long before Alyssa had peed herself again. The rabbit girl sat there consuming her supper while a burst of wetness exploded on her pants and trickled down her legs, onto the floor. Belle looked underneath the table and sighed but figured she'd wait until her supper was done to change her.

Then her dad did it too.

Arthur, still staring into space, let his bladder go, flooding his dining chair with liquid, it dripping off the sides. It went down his pant legs and dripped out the bottom onto the floor.

Belle collapsed her head into her hand, leaning on the table, "Orzlac should have brought me some diapers for you guys!"

After Alyssa was done her dinner, Belle took her into her bedroom to get changed... again. Alyssa began yawning and her eyes were having trouble keeping open so after getting clean clothes on, Belle put her into bed. She tucked the little rabbit in and the little rabbit went to bed.

She went back to the kitchen and saw Arthur sitting there, pants still wet from when he just pissed himself. She knew he would likely do it again before the night was over, so there wasn't a point in changing him.

She got out some newspaper and placed it on the couch. "Sit" she told him and he sat down on the paper. She sat beside him and the two watched TV together. An old action film, it was.

Arthur regained his expression, although slowly. At first he was staring at the screen like a zombie, but waves of emotion came over him. Discomfort, anxiety, fear, confusion. Glimpses of them appeared on his face.

"W, w, w," he couldn't make out the words. He tried a few times in a single minute, only making noise like a DJ scratching their table.

Belle was annoyed but patient. She knew he'd regain the ability to speak.

"W... why are... you doing this?" asked Arthur.

"Doing what?"

"Making me a rabbit," said Arthur, "Making me... a pet."

"I didn't make you a rabbit," said Belle, "You are my pet because that's what you are."

Arthur had no words. It was a concept he didn't know how to engage with. If he said he wasn't her pet, nothing would change. She clearly had the ability to control him with words alone.

Was Belle gone? Was the new collie that was their master the new Belle? The new Belle wasn't the adorable pet that Arthur has enjoyed for years. She was a myumanoid creature capable of making decisions.

Maybe that's what was most upsetting about the situation?

Arthur's concentration returned. After cycling through the same thoughts on his situation for the tenth time, his mind wandered to new things to concentrate on. The movie on TV was one he recognized. He forced himself to relax and focus on the movie, letting all his thoughts gravitate on the film.

Time passed. The plot moved forward. It was a generic action movie but Arthur recalled a lot of it when he saw it years ago. In that night of confusion and terror, finding something familiar was relaxing.

Perhaps too relaxing. As Arthur sat there, a quiet hiss came from within his pants. His pants, halfway dry from his previous accident, got dark and wet again. A puddle moved across the newspaper below, darkening and waving it.

Arthur watched and grimaced. Belle took a look over. She was hoping that her pet would learn to hold it but she wasn't surprised he couldn't. The pee traveled to the end of the newspaper and dripped on the couch.

Belle shifted a hand over and rubbed Arthur's thick forearm. She said, "You're finding this movie really intense, I suppose?"

He could feel the urine dancing through the fur on his butt and legs. He giggled. Or it was something that sounded like a giggle. His mouth was too neutral. But he sat there and giggled, watching the movie.

There was a crackle. Belle's ears perked up. There was FLORPING and PFFTING and FRRRRTING coming from behind Arthur. As he sat there giggling, the bunny man was relieving himself into his underwear, the feces taking seat in his pants.

The giggling continued as the sounds of crapping continued. Arthur's pants started to push out as they filled with another round of poop. He giggled like a dumb ape as he performed something a dumb ape would do.

Odor rose from Arthur's pants. It drifted and flowed towards Belle. She wafted at her nose, although there was no helping the unstoppable smells coming from her pet.

"First thing in the morning is me going to the store to get some diapers," said Belle.

She let Arthur sit in his mess. Arthur sat still as he could, making sure not to squirm so the amount of feces and piss his pants didn't feel so bad. It was small refuge for a bad situation, though. He could feel the pee go down his legs and he could feel the poop consume all around the back of his butt and around and under the thighs.

Belle would get used to it, she assumed. And then she did get used to it. But then she found the smell charming. The smell had character. She looked over at Arthur. Arthur turned his head shyly.

Belle's loins burned. There was something so primal about a person relieving themself in front of her. She wanted that energy inside of her.

She took his hand, "Let's go get your changed."

She took the remote and flicked off the TV. They got up together with Arthur wiggling in discomfort at all the mess he had in his pants. He took tiny steps as the two walked into the bedroom (formerly Arthur's bedroom but now Belle was the leader of the house).

While Arthur stood awkwardly in the middle of the floor, carpet rubbing on his barefeet, Belle went to the kitchen to get a wet cloth and some garbage bags. When she came back she held the cloth in the hand and dropped the garbage bags by her feet.

"Alright, rabbit," said Belle, "Take off your pants."

Arthur unzipped his pants and pulled them down. A pair of underwear thoroughly crapped in were revealed. After letting the pissed pants drop, he took hands on his underwear and carefully lowered it. With hands as gentle as a harpist, he placed his monumentally crapped underwear into his pants.

Arthur looked back, "N, now what?"

Belle took a cloth to Arthur's behind and began wiping. The mess was vast so Arthur was standing for awhile. Belle let a lot of material drop down onto the ground, in Arthur's garments. It took awhile but she cleaned him up.

The cloth was looking nasty so she dropped it in a garbage bag and after asking Arthur to step out of his pants, she picked them up and put them in the bag. Not all the mess was cleaned up though.

She took the garbage bag to the door but when out to get some paper towels from the kitchen. When she returned to the room, Arthur was facing the doorway, big cock in plain view. Arthur reflexively covered it.

Belle sighed, "Not this again. Take away your hands."

Against his will, Arthur's arms pulled away. His dick dangled there. Looked about eight inches.

Belle handed Arthur a few sheets of paper towel, "Clean your rear. I'll take the front."

Belle patted down Arthur's thighs while Arthur patted his ass. She worked her way up Arthur's waist to his member. Arthur flinched when she touched his sack and dabbed the top of his cock with a towel.

He giggled and gave an awkward smile. He snerked and bit his lip.

She took the shaft in hand, feeling it grow and lengthen inside it. She let her fingers boat the ventral, a thumb riding along the bumps of the erect rod. Her palm rubbed the side. Arthur's cock rose, reach out in front of him. It was long and hard.

"My pet is quite endowed," Belle looked up and smiled, patting the top of Arthur's shaft, "Humongous!"

Arthur smiled goofily and curled his toes. They walked over to the bag by the door and put the dirty towels in the bag. Belle walked Arthur back into the center of the bedroom.

Belle looked at Arthur's shirt and tie. She took the tie, "Let's get these off, huh?"

Arthur loosened the tie and took it off while Belle undid the buttons on his shirt. They dropped the articles on the floor. Belle looked at Arthur. He was heavy set with a large furry belly.

Belle took a hand to Arthur's belly, "Looks like my pet needs to lose some weight. Get on the floor."

Arthur dropped to the floor, rather quickly for a man his size and his knees felt the brunt of him dropping on them. He was on all fours, nervous to what Belle wanted to do with him.

"Run around the room!" she said.

Arthur, awkwardly, ran around the room on all fours. It was hard for a myumanoid to run on all fours and it involved raising one's ass high and whipping out the legs in front and pulling them back to thrust himself. It was similar to how feral lapines ran but it wasn't meant for a myumanoid- especially one of heavy fat.

His scurrying around made loud thumps on the floor. Arthur himself was concerned at having his body controlled like that. He couldn't stop it but at least it didn't hurt too much. He could feel his enlarged rod hanging from his body, waggling with the running.

"Come here!" said Belle.

Arthur immediately pivoted towards Belle. He walked up and squatted in front of her. Belle pointed at the crotch of her pants, "Sniff."

Arthur didn't want to but he couldn't resist. He leaned in and sniffed at Belle's crotch. It was embarassing but then the pheromones took his nose and it was irresistable. Arthur instinctually knew that Belle craved him. His dick poked up and got steel hard!

Belle giggled, "I must admit, pet... I am wanting you." She took a foot and raised it to the bottom of Arthur's cock. Clawed toes gently caressed its skin. The cock grew even longer, now clearly over a foot with a girth stretching over an inch in length.

Belle got down on the floor and splayed her legs, reaching her crotch to Arthur, "Do you want to feel?"

Arthur nodded. He reached forward and placed a hand on her crotch. It was so warm. Belle moaned and her tail whipped. Arthur rubbed, feeling her vulva through the pants. There were two clothed bumps inside here and Arthur wanted to scope the pants so that her vulva shaped prominently.

"Careful, pet," said Belle, "You're going to make your master..." she giggled, "glue her panties."

Arthur bit his lip and took his cock, stroking long strokes. Letting Arthur take away his hand, Belle closed her legs and rolled on her arms and knees, her ass facing Arthur. She looked back with a smile, "Undress my hindquarters."

Arthur shifted up and took hands to her pants and pulled them down, letting the tail glide through the hole in the back. The panties underneath had a similar design, with a hole for the tail. Arthur carefully leaned the tail down and lowered the panties, revealing faint webs of love honey coming from the collie's warm sex.

The rabbit jizzed a bit.

"Enter" said Belle, pants and panties around her knees.

Arthur climbed over and rested his big belly on Belle's back. His massive warship docked into her, parting the soft folds of her sex. Belle gasped for air as the big intrusion filled up inside her.

It dug into her, pushed out the walls of her sex, and began drilling. Thump thump thump thump thump, it dipped into her like the biggest mozzarella stick. All the anxiety, terror, and confusion that consumed Arthur that evening faded away with every thrust. His mind got lost in the primal pleasure of shoving his cock into a beautiful female specimen. Arthur closed his eyes, arched back, and let drool hang from his mouth.

Belle was having a better evening than Arthur beforehand but the feeling of her rabbit getting into her with his humongous rod made everything else vanish. All there was cock. Belle's eyes narrowed. A clumsy smile came across her face and some wet hung from her maw.

Arthur's huge fuzzy balls smacked against the thighs and bottom of Belle. Every whack was like an erotic punch, Arthur love to be given it, Belle love to be receiving it.

Belle arched her back and whimpered doggily. Her pet got so deep into her she thought he could uncover a diamond.

She panted, tongue hanging out, eyes thrown back in ecstasy. She squeezed her ass cheeks together just to hold that massive cock tighter. Arthur's flabby mass pushing into the surface of her cheeks was a good spanking she wanted.

Arthur leaned down and took an arm around her waist. He reached up and felt around for one of her tits. When he palmed it, he couldn't believe how big and firm it was. He thumbed it, squeezed it, and jiggled it. Big. Big and round.

Having her pet's fatty hand grope her breast made her blood flow hot. He pinched her nipple through her bra, like he was trying to milk her and for how could his cock was rattling around in her netherregions, Belle would gladly give milk for him.

Belle's sex held onto Arthur's massive rod like the best kind of attempted strangulation. His mind couldn't help but center on that hard cock massage. Robust vaginal walls pushed against the brick of his cock.

The collie could feel an orgasm coming on. With every thrust, it teetered towards her, flaring up her loins and her chest. She moaned and cradled her back towards and away from Arthur until the climax was pounding on the door.

She growled and barked. She barked into the wall in front of her like she was hallucinating a car driving by. Her nethers seeped with liquid, descending from her fleshy walls onto Arthur's hard cock.

She leaned back and howled, her feet curling with toe-claws scratching the carpet below.

Seeing his master howl in orgasm struck a bullseye to Arthur's ability to hold in his blast. He bit his lip and moaned coarsely and his thrusts leaked his jizz. First, small bursts but Arthur let the cum take him over and the shots got bigger, firing large spurts of his product.

Arthur rubbed his head into the collie's cheek as she howled and he grunted. Hump, hump, hump, hump. Every time Arthur's huge ass rammed into Belle's hindquarters, little drips of their mixed sex liquids crept down onto the floor.

It felt so good to free their loins. Rubbing their bodies together and letting the genitals spray juices at each other, nothing could be better! They grunted, howled and seeped at each other.

Arthur had shot his load into his master. He pulled out and fell back on his big butt. Belle collapsed on the ground. The two panted heavily. It was great for both of them and it seemed too good to be true for Arthur but when he looked up at his collie master and saw her staring back with a toothy smile, he knew that more was to come!

Belle leaned up and took off her blazer. There was a red dress shirt underneath so she udid the buttons to reveal a huge rack. Removing her bra allowed full sight to her round breasts. Arthur glowed when he saw his master's cute nips.

Belle motioned Arthur to lay down on his back. The fat rabbit laid down on the carpet, mound of fuzzy fat pointing up at the ceiling. Belle crawled over and rubbed her hands into it, getting a nice feel for her rabbit's fat.

The massage got the attention of Arthur's cock. Still wet from infiltrating the collie's nethers, it rose. It hardened and built like a tower. The foreskin peeled back to let the tip blossom upward.

Belle took the cock and let its tip poke into her palms. She thumbed it and let it rub along her fingers. She leaned the cock against her torso and held it there, gently. She let it rub against her navel and skim over her pussy as she lifted herself up and then dropped down onto it, letting it pole her. With her knees around Arthur's waist, she rode him.

She moaned and Arthur smiled widely, drool wetting his chin. He curled his toes. Belle lifted and dropped, and rode his cock. Arthur's eyes split and he grunted lowly like a dog talking in his sleep.

Belle smiled wide, drool flowing all over her maw. Her tongue hung out the front of it between her teeth. Her eyes looked to the roof, wild with ecstasy. She panted with every rub onto Arthur.

Belle's breasts jiggled with the movement, and so did Arthur's fatty stomach. They lost themselves into their erotic connection: Belle feeling like she was going to be split in half by Arthur's long cock drilling up into her and Arthur feeling like the rest of his body was going to vanish from existence with his cock feeling so pleasured by Belle's vaginal cave.

While Arthur's cock tip drilled into Belle's nethers, poking into her deepest point, they grunted. They grunted and drooled like idiots, letting it whip and snap everywhere. It flowed from Arthur's mouth onto the carpet.

Belle's cooch took Arthur's cock like a glove. It craved it's solid mass inside her. It sucked in his cock like a black hole. It pulled and tugged his cock deeper inside. Arthur could feel it stretching like he had put it in a penis pumper.

"Nnnngh" groaned Arthur.

He geysered and feeling cum fill up her sex caused Belle to climax too. She whimpered and barked and their combined fluids seeped out from Belle's nethermouth, getting all over Arthur's fuzzy balls and onto the floor. Arthur pumped into her, squirming around like a rabbit escaping preydom and Belle rocking on him like she was sawing a log.

Their mix of barking, squonking, grunting, and yelping filled the room and then they sunk, catching their breaths and letting the last tugs of their climax wring out of them.

Belle gathered some strength in her legs and pulled herself off of Arthur's cock. The cock fell flacid and they both dripped from their genitals.

That wasn't enough for the collie though. She walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge. When Arthur turned to see what she was doing, she lifted her legs up, feet high in the air and sex plainly visible.

Arthur got up and walked over, hardening cock already bouncing with every step. He reached out and rubbed up the bottom of Belle's thighs, tickling her vulva. Belle moaned and her feet swayed together, toeclaws brushing down the other foot's fur. She held her legs and framed her vulva like a fuzzy warp gate.

He took one of her legs and rubbed his cheek against the calf. He held the legs, rubbing a thumb down the backs of them, and took his cock up to the collie's sex. It paused outside her hole, getting big and hard.

And then it went in. Round three. Arthur's dick was surrounded and welcomed by the collie's hot netherregions and Belle's vag was rammed by a large, hard sex log.

The drilling began. With flabby ass cheeks that jiggled each time he pushed forward. His face scrunched with an expression of strife. It was a rough, dramatic fuck.

Belle bit her lip and dipped her head down, her eyes narrowing. The sausage drilling into her was overwhelming and her body shook with excitement. Two hands to the edge of the bed, claws digging into the sheets.

Her feet twitched and bent in Arthur's hands. Arthur had her legs resting on his face and his face into her legs' flesh. He grunted with every pump.

They were two sacks of meat, wrestling with each other to feel the deepest feeling. Unf unf unf unf. Belle was the master of Arthur and Arthur was her pet but in that moment Belle saw Arthur as an equal: an equal that she couldn't imagine being without. A world where Arthur didn't have his huge cock inside her? She couldn't imagine.

It had been awhile since Arthur had got any, but fucking Belle felt so familiar, like they had been doing it for years. His long rod stirring her pot; it was familiar. His balls smacking against her fuzzy taint; familiar. Them staring at each other, Belle exposing her big breasts and Arthur showing off his big belly; familiar.

Arthur moaned coarsely and his cannon fired its load like a water tower bursting. He sprayed into her, powerful and passionate. He stood up on his toes, clenched his asscheeks, leaned back to throw out his big belly forward, and arched his head back to howl at the ceiling.

Seeing her pet howl as hard as his rabbity self could got Belle's loins flaring up. Her inner dens quaked with pleasure and broiled with desire. Ooze flowed from her and the shock of her orgasm spread over her body.

She howled and kicked her legs, grinding against her pets rapid thrusts. His cock could have splintered her hipbone. Her toes fanned out. Her torso clenched and her tongue hung out of her mouth and she drooled. In the midst of her climax, she let go of control of her mouth and let saliva spin all over herself.

They shared a song of orgasmic animal noises. Liquid seeped from them, sliming the bedsheets at the edge of the mattress. It splashed the fabric and coated the fur on Arthur and Belle's taint.

They grunted and moaned, pushing out the last ounces of their climax. Arthur fell back down on his heels and dropped forward, his big belly hanging in front of him. His cock came out, covered in slime and juice. It hung over his big balls, still thick with arousal.

Belle dropped her legs over the bed and fell back, gasping for air. Arthur took to her side and laid down on his back too. Both gasping and catching their breath for a minute. After a minute, Belle looked at Arthur and waited for him to notice her smile before climbing on the bed and up to the pillows. She waited for Arthur to sit up so she could spread her body over the bed. when Arthur looked at her she gestured behind her and Arthur moved back to look up her body, in doggy position, tail lifted in welcome and toes wriggling with anticipation.

Arthur slid onto her, his belly sinking into the furry contours of her back and his rod hinging into her sex. He took his arms onto the bed and began thrusting. Belle bit her lip and let her body embrace Arthur's hard drilling.

It was like a mining pick chipping away at her gems. Hard but so precious. To Arthur it was like seeing how far down he could get into her tunnels. Deeper, deeper, deeper... It was like his cock was tickling the chin of a beast hidden at the end of an endless cave.

Arthur had never fucked in that bed before, but he could have gotten used to it. But it wasn't his bed anymore, but Belle's. She owned it and she owned him.

But he was always welcome in her bed. He fucked her so good, making her vaginal lips whistle with delight as his massive tanker rubbed against them. Belle loved to have her pet in bed. What else was she to do but get mated hard and long?

Arthur let his mind be taken away to primordial earth when there were no houses or huts and people mated in the middle of the jungle floor. That's all Arthur and Belle were in that moment, two people fucking like wild animals.

Belle looked up to see Arthur's scrunched face and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She pursed her lips and howled. The walls and ceiling of the bedroom vibrated with her mighty canine croon. Juices seeped from her.

Arthur couldn't hold it either. He groaned and grabbed the mattress below. His thrusting sped up and he fired, white spunk leaking from Arthur and Belle's hindquarters. It splashed on their legs and onto the bed.

A duet of howling and grunting and then it slowed and the two animals collapsed on the bed, catching their breath. Arthur's body was tingly, from the tip of his ears to the claw of his toes, but the sensation was prominent on his penis.

Belle's cooch was in pain with such a relentless rubbing but it was a good pain. The friction burn was throbbing but sweet. Belle laid there and stretched out her legs to give her worked-out cooch some air.

They laid there for what felt like minutes, messy blankets kicked to the floor and Arthur's leg resting in a pool of sex liquids. Then Belle turned to Arthur and said, "This is no longer your bed, but I would have you in it every night!"

Arthur said nothing. The exhaustion came over him and he fell asleep. Belle soon followed.