Dogging Jesse
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This barn did not belong to her in any legal sense, but Jesse had laid claim to it in her heart. She loved to sneak in on hot days like these to be alone with her thoughts and since the neighbors rarely ever used the building except as storage for machinery in the winter, she felt it her duty to put the place to some use during the long spring and summer days. It was never locked during the warm seasons, and it was so remote in location that she could get away with using the front door to get inside without being seen.
She had always loved the rich, wholesome smells of the barn. This particular one had been empty of equine tenants for some time, but fresh straw still littered the floors of the stalls as though in anticipation of their arrival, and its subtle fragrance was welcoming. Sunlight streamed in through the windows and warmed the place with summer's glow; particles of dust danced through the golden rays cast across the floor, like something out of a dream. The young anthro greyhound quietly nudged the heavy door closed behind her slender frame as she ambled toward her favorite hiding place: one of the far stalls. The light was less glaring there and the walls and shadows afforded her some sense of privacy in the large open building.
And though she had no fear of being caught by anyone, Jesse felt the need for privacy. She had come here for a more specific purpose than usual today and it required a certain feeling of security.
On her way to the barn, Jesse had spotted others out in the field: a youthful red fox and a sleek doe. She had recognized the fox as one of her schoolmates and the doe as one of the neighbor's daughters. The pair had been nude and laid out on the ground, the fox over the doe, and Jesse had seen him gently press his glistening red organ into the doe's tender folds. She had heard their heated panting and soft groans and whimpers, seen them lick and nuzzle each other as the fox's hips pistoned with abandon, smelled the tantalizing scent of their coupling. It was a wonder they hadn't noticed her, but she had been careful to slip away shortly after the couple's ecstatic cries had pierced the air and they lay gasping in each others' arms.
It wasn't as though Jesse had never seen sex before. In all her wanderings around the vast expanses of land that surrounded her house and the homes of her neighbors, she had seen many a pair of feral animals rutting. But she had never seen anthros mate, and while she had watched the fox and the doe in their lovemaking, she had felt that same rush of desire that often arose when she watched feral animals breed.
Of course it didn't help that she was in heat herself. Being in heat was not new to her, of course, though her parents would likely be quite cross if they knew that she came to the barn sometimes to explore her body and relieve herself of the persistent need to mate during such times. Many a day had been spent here in the stall of the barn with her fingers coaxing sweet tremblings from her sex, and today would be just such a day.
Once she reached the stall, the greyhound draped her backpack on a nail hung on the far wall that had at one point been used to hold up a halter or something of the sort. From the pack she took out a large blanket and laid it out over the straw bedding to allow herself a more comfortable place to lay back. Then she stripped out of her clothes and draped them over a stool she kept pushed off into a corner for just such a purpose.
There was something liberating about being naked in the open air of the barn, something electric about the feel of the blanket beneath her bare back and the straw cushioning her weight. She relished it with a private grin as she trailed her hands over her lean torso. Then the grin disappeared as her fingerpads found the pert pink nipple adorning her left breast. She was not as busty as the doe, but if she licked her fingerpad, Jesse could imagine what it felt like to have the fox's tongue fluttering over her nipple as it had done with the doe's. A gentle squeeze and tug with her dull claws simulated his teeth, and already Jesse's breath came in shuddered gasps. She cupped and massaged her breast with one hand as the other trailed down her athletic torso and she spread her thighs as her fingers caressed the slightly swollen and damp lips of her sex. If her fingerpads were wet, it would be almost like the fox's tongue, and the warm air of the barn was like his hot breath ...
Something was moving in the barn and the sound of it snapped Jesse from her reverie. She paused and sat up, ears perked. The quiet click-click-click of claws was audible on the concrete floor outside the stall and getting closer. For a moment she thought it might be the fox and the doe seeking the same sort of privacy that had brought her here, but it soon became apparent that the animal was not anthro. No sooner had she made this realization than the broad head of a feral Rottweiler peered in through the stall door, and Jesse sighed with relief.
"Hey, boy," she cooed to the dog. "You scared me, geeze."
It wasn't unusual for one of the neighbor's dogs to show up from time to time. Jesse usually was careful to keep the barn door closed when she was inside, but she knew that the barn had other, less conventional entrances that ferals exploited when it suited them. She had seen this particular dog before on more than one occasion; he was friendly, and she had named him Rocky for lack of a more official title.
Rocky padded over to her with stubby tail awag, and he licked her muzzle in the usual greeting fashion until Jesse pushed him away with a quiet laugh.
"No, down. Ugh, your breath!" Jesse exclaimed. "Go lie down somewhere, okay?"
Rocky's tongue lolled in a friendly canine grin, not comprehending her words. It took some convincing and a lobbed piece of jerky retrieved from Jesse's backpack to get the Rottweiler to leave the stall, and then Jesse settled back again to resume her business. She licked her fingers again and applied them with tender care to her aching sex, and soon she was back in that field beneath the fox feeling his body pressed upon hers, and his tongue in her muzzle, and his teeth at her neck. Further and further down his mouth traveled through the short fur of her belly until his muzzle was between her thighs and his tongue ...
Jesse gasped sharply as something warm and wet and broad swiped over her folds. It was certainly a tongue, but it didn't belong to the fox. She lifted her head to see Rocky with his muzzle buried between her legs lapping enthusiastically at her pussy. His tongue was sloppy but his strokes were firm, parting her folds and grazing against the small bud of flesh that she had discovered was very keen to touch.
She tried to push him away with her hand, but the Rottweiler was persistent, and her resistance only seemed to pique his interest. His tail wagged harder; he thought it was some sort of game. And his tongue felt so amazing upon her heat-sensitized flesh, Jesse's resistance didn't last long. After all, she had been trying to simulate a tongue on her sex; now there was one!
Settling back on the blanket, Jesse heaved a soft sigh of contentment. "Good boy," she breathed in praise to the willing Rocky as he happily lapped. He wasn't a very gentle lover, not like she had imagined the fox would be, but each firm pass of his tongue sent shivers through the greyhound's body. This wasn't like the self-love she had experienced so often in this very stall. This was raw, unpredictable and new, and she grew slicker under the Rottweiler's attentions. Rocky seemed to thrill at the juices that trickled from her opening. He didn't let a single drop escape his tongue, and his stump of a tail wagged at a furious pace.
It wasn't long before Jesse felt her orgasm building. She was not typically loud at climax, but she couldn't be silent under that feral tongue. Soft whimpers escaped her as Jesse's back began to arch under each electrifying lick, and soon she was panting with her own tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. Her head was swimming as she thrust her hips against her feral partner's muzzle, begging him silently for release, though he couldn't have possibly understood. Rocky was enjoying the heady scent flooding from the greyhound's ready sex, and that was enough to keep his warm, soft tongue between her folds.
It hit Jesse fast. She threw back her head and let out a low howl-groan of pleasure as the first snap of orgasm ripped through her body, then another and another as that eager tongue continued to slide through her slit, soaking up every drop of cum that spilled onto it. It was longer than any orgasm she had brought upon herself, and by the time it was finished, the greyhound was weak with the exertion. She collapsed back onto the blanket, panting heavily and shivering.
Rocky did not stop licking, cleaning every inch of her and seeking more. Finally Jesse had to gently nudge his face away with her hand, grinning as the Rottweiler immediately returned to her sex.
"Okay ... good boy ... you did good," she gasped, and finally she closed her legs and rolled onto her side in an effort to get away from his questing tongue. "Rocky, no! No more. I have to go."
She giggled as the Rottweiler snuffled inquisitively at her face and pawed at her side with playful growls and grumbles and pleading whines. He wanted to play, but Jesse was far too weak and wrapped up in her afterglow to oblige. She pushed him away again with a grin and, with an effort, rolled herself onto all fours.
She was reaching for her clothes on the stool when Rocky's tongue found her sex again. The hot swipe of damp flesh against her still-throbbing folds froze Jesse in place and she sucked in a breath through her nostrils. As amazing as that orgasm had been, she knew that she was ready for another. Being in heat meant that she was ready all the time, but she had to be going soon. The sun was getting lower and she had homework to do.
Still, that tongue was demanding, and Rocky had brought her to climax so quickly that she could spare a few moments, right?
Jesse lowered her hand and was about to roll onto her back again for the Rottweiler when suddenly she felt his weight on her back. She yelped quietly in surprise, then laughed and wriggled slightly in an attempt to dislodge him.
"C'mon, Rocky, I don't want to play right now," she chided gently.
But the way his forelegs locked tightly around her hips and the way he began to thrust against her made it alarmingly clear to Jesse that Rocky wasn't trying to entice her to play.
Jesse froze as the realization struck. She was in heat. Around other anthros, this wasn't such a big deal; anthros had a higher intelligence and willpower and were able to control their urges. Rocky was a feral dog; to him, Jesse just smelled like a fertile bitch in need of breeding.
Jesse wriggled again with more urgency, but she was weak from her orgasm, and Rocky was very heavy. She protested with another yelp, but it did nothing to deter him. She was saved only when he dismounted of his own accord, frustrated that he hadn't hit his target immediately. As soon as she was free, the greyhound scrambled to stand ... but then Rocky's tongue was at her sex again and she gasped, her body going rigid as pleasure coursed through her. Her eyes closed and her whip-like tail moved aside to give the Rottweiler full access to her cunt. His tongue felt so good, too good for her to move away, and yet her pounding heart and fear demanded that she stand.
Too late. Rocky's weight was upon her again, and his powerful forelegs held him close to Jesse's body as his hips began to eagerly pump again. This time she felt something hot and wet and stiff prod at her thigh. She knew what that was. Jesse had seen feral canines mate before, and she knew that sometimes it took the male several tries to get it in. At least she had that going for her.
But Rocky seemed to be experienced. One prod was at her thigh and the next between her thighs, just beneath her opening, and then the third had found her still-slick entrance, sinking in just past the tip and withdrawing again, the fourth and fifth prods the same. Jesse yelped and tried to pull away at the third prod, but the Rottweiler was strong and lustful. He had found his target, and he wasn't about to give it up easily.
"Rocky, NO-- !"
Her admonishment broke off in a high-pitched yelp of pain as Rocky hit his mark a sixth time, this time slamming in to the hilt. Though she was wet and his cock not mostrously large, there was a painful solidness to it like he had just plunged a stick into her, and Jesse was still a virgin. The force of it stole her breath away. To top it off, the tightness of her passage had stripped his sheath down to the base of his cock, and the base of that cock was wider than any other part of it, like a small ball.
Jesse knew what a knot was. She had seen one not only on feral dogs but also on the fox. She knew what it was for. Already she could feel Rocky's knot and cock swell inside of her as he eagerly pounded her aching pussy, and her muscles clenched around him in a mixture of agony and natural instinct. A series of high-pitched whines bubbled from her throat as she was violated so enthusiastically by the large dog. He wasn't gentle. His thrusts were short and fast and powerful, and she could hear the wet squelching of their coupling as his balls slapped against her and his knot bounced against her tight opening. There was no way she could get away now, not without even more excruciating pain.
But as Rocky continued to mate her, the ache of his entry and size faded, and Jesse's whines took on a new timbre. His knot was enormous and growing even more enormous by the second, and she found it rubbed her insides in ways she had never before felt, even when she had fingered herself. He felt good inside of her. The agony of pain gave way to the heat of pleasure. His cock was warm and slick and stiff and it filled her in a most pleasant way. His balls were beating against her clit, stimulating it with each staccato slap.
Jesse set herself more firmly on all fours. She instinctively spread her legs a little more and found the pain lessened further when she gave the Rottweiler more room to fuck her. Rocky seemed appreciative of it as well as he bowed his back and rammed into her with total abandon. His enthusiasm nearly lifted his hindpaws off the floor, and he shifted from one to the other as he thrust. When Jesse shifted her own body a little, she found that she could control where his thrusts hit, and soon she discovered the best position. Her whines were now eager, lustful, hopeful, begging this powerful canine to finish within her. Each twitch and slam of Rocky's cock stimulated a place inside of her that rocketed Jesse quickly toward orgasm. Her walls clamped and flexed around him, welcoming him to spill his seed into her and claim her as his own, if only for today.
The Rottweiler's thrusts became more powerful, even as the swelling of his knot prevented him from moving much. He was surely getting close. It was so soon, and yet for Jesse it felt like an age. She was close, too, and her whines got louder and louder until they were plainly audible to anyone passing by.
Without warning, Rocky's cock began to twitch and spasm violently as it coated Jesse's inner walls with stream after stream of hot seed. It was enough to send her over the edge. The greyhound threw back her head and howled, and her passage clenched around the dog cock buried deeply within her as she leapt into the throes of her orgasm. Even though the Rottweiler had ceased thrusting, she rocked her hips back against him and ground herself upon his enormous knot until she had ridden out her climax. Then, the pair of them panting heavily, tongues lolling, Jesse quietly sank down onto her elbows, her rump kept aloft in the air by the cock still locked within her. She knew what would come next; after a few moments, Rocky struggled off of her back and swung his hind leg over her backside so that the pair of them stood ass-to-ass. She gasped and yelped and whimpered as the jolting sent a few final twists of pain through her, but then the mated pair were still and she relaxed again.
Her first time had not been what she had ever imagined or intended, but as Jesse knelt there, tied to an immense Rottweiler, she had never felt more satisfied. She found that his monstrous knot still felt glorious inside of her, and his cock continued to squirt cum into her fertile womb. She didn't know if this would result in a litter of pups (she had certainly heard rumors, but they were only rumors), but she didn't care.
"Good boy, Rocky," she whispered, reaching back to stroke the panting Rottweiler's flank.
And then outside, she heard the rustle of footsteps coming toward the barn door. Jesse's head shot up and her ears perked as the hinges creaked. Who could be coming? Whoever it was, they would surely find her here. Though the greyhound was quiet, Rocky's heavy panting could be heard loud and clear in the echoing barn, and it would be a long while before the pair could separate, thanks to his throbbing knot.
She didn't have much time to speculate. The footsteps were coming their way ...