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I scrambled overtop of her in a hurry until my nose was level with her muzzle. She had given me a clear command and I intended to follow through with it. I pressed my snout to hers, pushing my tongue into her maw until hers wrestled it back into my own. Her tongue was long, flat, powerful and expressive in its motion. The way it played around mine had me whining into her mouth, hard as hell and leaking before we even came apart.

“Good pet, now enter your feral Mistress.”

On hands and knees, hovering above her, I lowered my body to hers and felt the Malamute’s thick, long fur tangle through my own short pelt. Her forepaws hooked around my sides, dragging my hips right up to hers, my donkey dick hotdogging her spade and dribbling pre across her belly. Her sizeable feral body beneath me was like nothing I had ever experienced. It felt inherently taboo to be with her like this, primal even. I felt in touch with my most base instincts, the desire to fuck rising in me: not to make love but to rut, to get off and fill a hole with seed. The lust was counterbalanced by a genuine appreciation for her form: her four digitigrade legs, her long snout, her heat-wet canine pussy. And then, of course, there was her domineering attitude: it was electric to me, utterly enticing.

I knew I was her pet, but I had to have her.

Taking my dick in hand, I dragged my equine shaft through her fur and over her warm, puffy cookie. I couldn’t hold back, I thrust my tip inside. My mouth fell open as I let out a gasping moan, the welcoming, enveloping warmth of her pussy proving instantly addictive. Entering her felt like coming home, to a home I never knew I had until now, one I had always needed without realizing it.

“Ffffuck, Mistress Crystal, I’m yours.”

“Y-yes. You are. Now,” she let out a whining, happy bark. “Give me a fresh batch of puppies.”

A pedantic part of me wanted to suggest the word foals, but I didn’t correct her, I obeyed her command with due fervor. Burying my face into her fluffy neck, I plunged deep inside of her. Her canine pussy stretched with every inch of my shaft. The bump of my medial ring passing through the lips of her wet sex, and subsequently being hugged and squeezed by her inner walls, elicited a gasp of pure pleasure from me.

She was whining and howling with desire, her forepaws gripping ever harder onto my sides as she kept me close, dragging me in with every thrust and practically begging me to stay every time I pulled partway out. Like this, her domineering persona partially faded; with us interlocking at the hip she was fully feral again and at the behest of her most carnal desires, totally in the paw of lust. Her four-legged form was everything, it was sending me into overdrive: our interspecies sex both natural and not, both needed and perverse.

I was certain my neighbours would hear us through the walls. It didn’t matter. I walked in with a talker, what else could they expect? If anything, the neighbours' hearing was a good thing. Hopefully they’d get so turned on by the experience that they would go and get talkers of their own. Imagine: the whole apartment block a cacophony of howling dogs, deep in their desires, a symphony of satisfaction and lust… it would be nothing short of beautiful.

I was slamming home into her with everything I had, again and again, head lifted and staring into her eyes as her own head shifted left, right, up, down, her tongue lolling out and jolting along with the rest of her body every time I rammed her spade. My balls slapped up against her rear repeatedly with a satisfying percussion, the vibrations through her body not only amplifying my own pleasure–as her walls squeezed and shook around my cock–but making her voice go vibrato, her whining multi-tone and near-constant.

“Fffuck, fuck, fuck. Mistress Crystal, I don’t know how long I can last.”

“You- ruffff! love fucking- mrrrfff! dogs, don’t you pet?”

“So, ffffucking much.”

“Aaaaand- rrrrrr! after this, you’ll- fuck! never want any other- arrroooo! kind of pussy again, will you?”

“N-no. Never. Nngh. Dog pussy is all I need.”

“Feral dog pussy.” She corrected me between bouts of howling, both of our climaxes fast approaching.

“Feral dog pussy, Mistress.”

I knew I was slicking her insides with a steady stream of pre by that point, but her own excited wetness was doing most of the work of lubing my passage through her over and over and over. I was speeding up, losing the powers of conversation or any kind of higher thinking at all. By then all I wanted was to cum, to fill my doggy lover with seed. Visions of my climax filled my head, a fast-approaching future that I desperately needed to make into a reality. I lost any last vestiges of my pre-pet life and began barking and panting like a pup, rutting into her as if I was trying to slam home a non-existent knot and breed a litter into her. I was on the verge.

She howled especially loud and long, her head thrown back, her inner walls contracting around my cock, squeezing me for all I was worth, her whole body enraptured by climax. It pushed me past the precipice.

Slamming my hips to the hilt in her shaking, orgasmic form, I came. A veritable torrent of equine spunk spouting from my shaft, deep inside Mistress Crystal’s feral cunt. Spurt after spurt after spurt, my climax showed no sign of slowing. My body was unstable by then, I could barely hold myself up above her, my arms and knees shaking as her own orgasm started up, riding out into mine, her inner walls arrhythmically contracting, milking me and extending my climax ever further.

By the time my balls were empty cum was leaking from her spade, despite how stuffed it was with donkey cock. I had given up on holding my weight and collapsed atop her. Each of us were panting, helpless, on cloud nine. Like this we were equal. No owner, no pet, all satisfaction, all love. That final word popping into my head sealed my fate. I was falling for my dog mere hours after getting her.

Well, I had said I wanted a talker for companionship first and foremost. In an odd sort of roundabout way, I suppose I had succeeded. I smiled and nuzzled into her neck fluff.

“You’re a good pet after all,” she said at length. “I think I’ll keep you.”

I woofed and wagged, knowing I’d be safe in my owner’s care. She licked my ear with tender affection, her tail wagging between my legs.

“Next time,” she said. “I’ll be on top.”