{"sf1_id":2222994,"sf2_id":"m0KKVMze","title":"Rough","author":"Gerrark","words":6234,"posted_at":"2025-02-05T01:10:17.000Z","tags":["Ass Worship","Dog","Feral","Humiliation","Hypnosis","Male","Musk","Tanuki","brainwashing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2222994-rough","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/m0KKVMze","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/71/88/7188346a-68f2-4aa9-a777-7b809ad56d7e","description":"No good deed goes unpunished, and nothing illustrates that better than this story I did for anothermeekone (check their FA, bsky, etc) as a part of a trade. When Meek takes home a dog to give it a new home, he becomes the bitch of the house, not the other way around.  \n  \nInvolves a feral intelligent animals, hypnosis, ass eating, general degradation and etc. Enjoy!","content":"“We are no longer masters of this planet, of our homes, or even of ourselves! Our  \nimaginations have been taken hostage, our drive to improve have been squashed  \nentirely; there’s nothing inside of us anymore! Don’t you see? They’ve taken everything.  \nWe have no power, no soul--I don’t think anyone even has a proper sense of  \nself-preservation anymore! We’re slaves, begging for their boots on our tongue, their  \ncollars around our necks! No, we’re lower than that, we’ve fallen lower than that! There  \nare no men anymore, but dogs! We are dogs! Craven, submissive, obedient dogs! Dogs  \nthat are just begging to be brought to heel by the big government we elected! And the  \nonly way you can avoid begging for scraps is by checking out my new book, The X  \nFactor, available now for-”  \n\\*Click\\*  \n“I think that’s about enough,” Meek said with a sigh. He hadn’t really been paying  \nattention before all of that--the point of the radio for him was not so much the content on  \nit, but having voices blasting in his ears to keep him that much more alert on this lonely  \ncountry road at midnight. But all of that? That was too much. The tanuki could just as  \neasily keep himself awake by speaking about what he saw as he drove home from his  \nclosing shift--he just preferred not to, on account of it drying out his mouth something  \nfierce. Better than hearing that shit, though.  \n“Fields, like always,” the tanuki said overly loudly, really forcing the action, as well  \nas his awareness, “Plenty of trees, that burned down shack that’s never going to get  \ntaken care of, the creek bend, a box-ah, shit!”  \nMeek was so distracted by the box he was looking at that he almost swerved off  \nthe side of the road, but that wasn’t why he brought his vehicle to a complete stop, or  \nwhy he leapt out of it with a face full of fear and confusion. No, it was what he thought  \nhe saw in the box that made him stop, his suspicions confirmed the moment he jogged  \nup to it--several piteous barks emerged from within, his snout shifting from shock to  \nhorror.  \n“No way!” Meek moaned. Yes way, unfortunately. For the box was no mere box  \nbut a pet container, and one occupied by a very wet and very haggard-looking bulldog.  \nNow that the tanuki was within line of sight he barked endlessly, biting at the bars of his  \ncage and just generally going crazy in there.  \n“It’s okay, it’s okay boy,” Meek said gently, his steps much more cautious as he  \napproached the container. He had to be careful, because not only did he have no idea  \nhow this dog would react to his help, but the beast’s cage was perched pretty  \nprecariously against the rocks it had crashed against. One wrong move and the tanuki  \nmay have trouble finding his way out of the pitch black river himself, dog be damned. A  \nvery cautious approach.  \n“Easy boy, I’ve got you,” the tanuki continued to whisper, taking his last few  \nsteps. He leaned slowly towards the container, just over the creek’s edge, while the  \nsound of splashing water he could barely see gently rocked the poor canine’s prison.  \nThe dog had quieted somewhat but was still shivering dreadfully, clearly terrified. He  \nwasn’t barking though, or moving too much--now was Meek’s chance. Mumbling  \nsomething along the lines of “gotcha boy!” but much less intelligible, his hands shot out,  \nand gripped… something. It was a flurry of limbs and rocking back-and-forth energy for  \na moment, and Meek’s right foot ended up dreadfully wet, but with a great grunt and a  \nfall Meek and the dog were safe on the shore, with the pup still upright, at that. Flat on  \nhis back and gasping for breath, Meek turned towards the cage, the dog inside much  \nmore quiet, calm. If the tanuki didn’t know any better, he could swear the canine was  \nsmiling.  \n“I would be too, after that,” Meek muttered, absentmindedly reaching out towards  \nthe cage. He realized his mistake far too late, but didn’t pay for it--when his fingers  \nbrushed against the metal bars the dog did not bark, or bite, or anything like that.  \nInstead, the animal gingerly licked at Meek’s fingertips, the tanuki’s heart melting  \ninstantly.  \n“Poor thing… I wonder what I’ll do with you. I mean, I can’t leave you here… I  \nguess I’ll take you home for tonight.”  \nThe bulldog barked enthusiastically, his tail wagging so hard Meek could hear it  \nhitting the inside of the cage walls. Shaking his head and smiling, Meek bent over to  \npick it all up but stopped, noticing some writing on the side of the carrier that he hadn’t  \nbefore.  \n“‘Bad dog’?” Meek wondered aloud, the bulldog getting very quiet once again. If  \nMeek had been paying attention, he might have heard something that sounded quite  \nsimilar to a sigh of relief once he shook his head and said “Man, some people are sick.  \nLet’s go home, boy. Or girl? I dunno.”  \nThe dog responded with a deep bark, which the tanuki did not understand, but it  \nstill made him shiver for some reason. Blushing, Meek picked up the cage and carefully  \ntook it back to his car, putting it in the passenger seat. He could still swear the beast  \nwas smiling, and for the whole ride, too.  \n\\*\\*\\*  \nBy the time Meek finally got home that night he was exhausted, so much so that  \nhe almost hit the ground as he crossed the threshold into his house--normally he would  \nhave too, just to lay on the cool linoleum for a moment while he summoned the energy  \nto make himself one more meal before bed. But that was for nights where he didn’t have  \na cage in one hand, and a big bag of dog food in the other. So instead, the tired tanuki  \ngently placed the cage on the ground, dropped the food, and closed the door… before  \nfinally letting himself crash to the ground, right next to the cage. The dog tilted its head  \nand stared at Meek, while the latter peeled his snout off of the (mostly) clean floor.  \n“Alright… Moment of truth…” Meek muttered. He’d been telling himself the whole  \ntime between saving the dog and now that he’d be alright with whatever happened,  \nbecause he was doing the right thing, and that’s what mattered--didn’t make the  \npossibility of getting mauled any more attractive, though. Pre-wincing, Meek’s shaking  \nhand finally found purchase on the cage’s lock, and after a few slip ups the lock went  \nclick and the front door swung open. Meek only realized he was closing his eyes and  \nholding his breath once the dog started licking his face, which caused him to  \nimmediately gasp, and yelp, and flail a bit.  \n“Ah oh! Oh, oh… hahah, hey, stop, that tickles!”  \nMeek’s desperate hopes were not in vain, apparently. Not only was the bulldog  \nnot biting his face off, but the little brute was downright sweet--gently but unceasingly  \ndid the canine scour Meek’s face with affectionate licking, continuing to dog-kiss at the  \ntanuki’s hands even when he pushed the little mongrel away. He didn’t immediately piss  \nor shit either, something the tanuki was very afraid of. No, the only things he did once  \nhe was free was lick at Meek and walk around the house, sniffing like crazy.  \n“I can’t believe someone tried to get rid of you,” Meek said, watching the dog  \nwaddle about, “Why would someone try to hurt such a good boy?”  \nMeek was not just assuming, for he had actually been quite careful not to gender  \nthe dog in any particular way up until this point--now, though, oof. Truly no doubt as to  \nhow to refer to this beast anymore. Frankly Meek felt a little strange calling him “boy,”  \neven. “Man” felt much more appropriate, considering what the bulldog was packing. The  \nway he strutted about as well, so oddly confident… Meek shook his head and rolled his  \neyes at himself. He must have been pretty tired and pent-up if he was blushing just from  \nlooking at a handsome mutt.  \n“I’ll feed you, and then I’ll whip up something for me. Sound good?” Meek said as  \nhe pushed himself up off the ground. The dog barked affirmatively, but did not turn back  \nto look at him, continuing to strut about the house and sniff--for a moment Meek was  \nvaguely reminded of an old ex he had, and he couldn’t exactly tell why. But the thought  \npassed as quickly as it formed, and he made his way over to the kitchen.  \n“It’ll be just you and me boy,” Meek said, grabbing a bowl and a pair of scissors  \nfrom the drawer, “No one in this house but us. Used to be grandma’s.” The tanuki  \ncontinued his expository mouthful as he prepared the dog’s dinner, talking about how he  \nhe’s lived alone for a few years now because living out in the middle of nowhere makes  \nfinding a roommate impossible, but it’s less about the money and more about how he’s  \nwanted some company so he was actually a bit happy to have the dog here, etcetera  \nand etcetera, until he was sliding an overfull bowl of dry dog kibble in front of his new  \nguest.  \n“Dinnertime, boy!”  \nMeek was smiling very wide; the bulldog looked far less pleased, and even went  \nso far as to snort in a manner Meek could only interpret as derisive. He looked at the  \nbowl of food, and then Meek, and then back to the food, before turning away from both,  \nhis nose upturned.  \n“Oh come on ma-boy,” Meek whined, sinking to his knees while the dog  \ncontinued to waddle away, “I’m sorry if it’s not your favorite, but it’s good stuff! I know it  \nis!” The mongrel kept walking until he got to the fridge, whereupon he sniffed a few  \ntimes and then plopped his butt down--after a few seconds of Meek looking on in awe  \nover the dog’s brazenness, the mutt finally looked back at him, his expression oddly  \nexpectant. The way his eyes were narrowing…  \n“Smart dog,” Meek mumbled to himself, shaking his head, “But come on, boy,”  \nMeek began again, already walking over to the fridge. He grabbed the door handle but  \nthen stopped himself, looking down at the beast with a truly pitiable look.  \n“Are you sure? I promise, the TruNu Kibb-”  \n“Rrruff!”  \nThe dog’s tone, his look, even his aura, somehow--there was no room for  \nargument in any of it, something Meek could feel just as well as he could see. It was…  \nintimidating, he couldn’t think of any other word for it. Not that he was afraid of a dog,  \nthat would be silly. Especially a dog so small, and who clearly wasn’t violent. Still,  \ndisappointing this mutt was simply not something that Meek wanted to do. Felt… wrong.  \nThis was a powerful beast, a handsome animal, and one who just dealt with a  \nharrowing, life-or-death situation… of course Meek wanted to make sure this dog was  \nwell taken care of. A natural reaction.  \n“Bark!”  \nMeek jumped, looking back at the dog with a blush and an apologetic expression,  \nalready opening the refrigerator door before he started to speak.  \n“Well I’m sure there’s something in here for you, huh? Let’s see… Can of  \nchickpeas, old lo mein, tomorrow’s steak-”  \n“Ruff!”  \n“Wha?” Meek froze, his hand centimeters away from the tupperware of leftover  \nsloppy joe mix he was just about to suggest. Looking back at the bulldog with rapidly  \nmounting trepidation, he quickly grabbed the meat mix anyway and presented it to his  \ncanine guest.  \n“This must be what you’re smelling, right boy?” Meek asked, though his tone  \nsounded closer to a plea, “Lots of yummy meat here--that must be it, huh?” He popped  \noff the top and all but shoved it into the unflinching face of his bulldog companion, who  \ndid nothing but stare back at him. No sniffing, no licking his chops. Just that  \nunimpressed look. Meek could feel the sweat collecting in the armpits of his work shirt.  \n“Come on,” the tanuki whimpered, sinking to his knees, “Please, the sloppy joe  \nmix is good, I promise! And besides-” He leaned in close now, quite close to the mutt,  \nhis eyes as watery as his voice was warbly.  \n“It’s my one big treat to myself every week! I love this steak, I live for it, I-”  \n“Rrr, ruff!”  \nMeek’s back suddenly straightened; right after, he gulped. He was sure what he  \nheard was not words, and yet it was so much clearer than if it had been: that steak is  \nmine. And no amount of begging, or half-hearted threats would change that fact, either;  \nMeek knew it. The tanuki’s shoulders rose, only for them to droop down one more time,  \ntruly defeated. He placed the sloppy joe mix on a nearby countertop and then turned  \nback to the fridge, sniffling as he removed the plastic wrap from the half-pound  \nporterhouse. He could hardly look as he placed that beautiful slab of shining red meat  \ndown on the floor before the bulldog, and yet the moment the canine started chowing  \ndown he couldn’t look away. He ate with such ferocity, he was so hungry. Beautiful  \nbeast. Why was Meek so reluctant to give him his steak?  \n“I’m sorry,” Meek muttered absentmindedly, the smile on his face growing as  \nanother snarfing grunt made its way out of the bulldog’s snout, “A dog like you really  \nneeds the protein.” The beast did not respond, continuing to chew and slobber and tear  \napart what little still remained of the meat, so Meek just used this opportunity to fill a  \nhamburger bun with what remained of the sloppy joe mix, and sit down. On the floor,  \nbeside the dog. He didn’t even think about it, though it did seem strange once he was  \ndoing it. Well, he just wanted to be near his ma-dog, right? Make sure he didn’t need  \nanything else, like water, pets, or a massage… normal dog stuff. Right?  \nThe tanuki tried to make sense of the many thoughts in his head, some very loud  \nas opposed to others, while he munched away at his sandwich. Something was off  \nhere. But what, exactly? He knew there must be something, but he couldn’t put his  \nfinger on it. Like, why was he eating this sandwich? Right, that was weird, because-  \n“Woof.”  \nMeek froze, mouth agape. The bulldog was done with his meal, finally satisfied  \nwith the thorough licking he gave the kitchen floor, and was now strutting over. As soon  \nas he got in front of Meek he rolled onto his back, and then turned to look at the tanuki  \nexpectantly. Meek’s hand was on his belly in a flash, and as soon as it was, they both  \nsighed--it would have been genuinely hard for an onlooker to tell who was enjoying it  \nmore.  \n“Right, it is weird,” Meek said, finally continuing his train of thought, “because I  \nshouldn’t be eating when my little man needs his belly rubbed, huh?”  \n“Woof.”  \n“Ahheheheh,” Meek giggled--he would have curled his headfur around his  \nfingertip if there was enough of it, the impulse was staggeringly powerful, “Yeah,  \nexactly.”  \nMeek’s sandwich lay on the floor, already forgotten, both hands dragging across  \nthis beautiful beast’s belly. For such a little dog, it truly was something to behold. An  \nimpressive paunch, but not too heavy, probably just heavy enough to really start to  \nsmother someone if it was on their face, not that he was thinking about that. His coarse  \nfur was so handsome as well, so appropriate, softness wouldn’t work. And those thick  \nclaws, they looked like they used to be so sharp, so well manicured--something Meek  \nwould have to consider doing for the dog himself.  \n“That’s-”  \n“Rrruff.”  \n“Heheh, nevermind.”  \nThe tanuki’s hands resumed their scritching, even reaching up to rub the  \nbulldog’s neck a bit to help him swallow what remained of Meek’s sandwich. The beast  \nate every last crumb and then burped, a loud and terrible sound that was very smelly to  \nboot, but all Meek could do was smile and sigh with hearts in his eyes as the canine  \nlicked the last of the meat grease off of the tips of the tanuki’s fingers.  \n“Mmm, I think I’ll call you…”  \n“Woof!”  \n“Rex, right,” the tanuki said, his smile so wide now, “My man Rex.”  \nMeek did not get to bed until very late that night--between rubbing Rex’s gut for  \nso long that he couldn’t feel his legs anymore, cleaning the kitchen floor, and making  \nhimself a pitiful egg sandwich, the tanuki could barely keep his eyes open as he flopped  \nonto bed. And he certainly didn’t have the energy to pushback on the dog already laying  \nin bed beside him.  \n“Just for tonight,” Meek mumbled, in a dream already as far as he knew, “But  \ntomorrow…”  \n“Woof.”  \n“Tomorrow I’ll get you another pillow,” Meek said through the dog tongue on his  \nface. He couldn’t help falling asleep with a smile. A big one.  \n\\*\\*\\*  \nMeek was gone, sure, but there was no amount of “gone” enough for him to hear  \nthat and not snap out of it.  \n“Get me a smoke, bitch.”  \nThe first thing he noticed was the smell. Dog. Everything had it, everywhere  \nabout it. The slobber, slicking various parts of his body into crusted cowlicks; the fur, all  \nover everything everywhere at once; that ass, that absurdly powerful odor of dog ass.  \nWith how close the thing was to Meek’s face, there’s little wonder about its potency.  \nThere were many other canine musks to discern amongst the atmosphere, very  \nshameful ones indeed, but thank goodness the ass one was so strong. Yes, thank  \ngoodness, he-Meek shook the smile off of his face, and that’s when he realized he was  \nin the middle of kneeling in front of the couch and rubbing the bulldog’s back paws.  \nThat’s also when he finally saw the state of his house.  \nIt was never the cleanest, or most decorated home. A few fun posters on the  \nwalls, some secondhand but well-kept-enough furniture, several toys here and there  \nfrom various games that helped splash color across the ancient country cottage, a  \nmostly dusted breadth of surfaces… a respectable enough homestead, especiall for a  \nguy like Meek… and yet the changes that the last week had wrought were nothing short  \nof remarkable--in such a short time his home was nothing less than annihilated. Almost  \nevery piece of furniture looked chewed on, including all the door frames, even the fridge  \nhandle. Anything comfortable enough to sit on was clearly pissed on, maybe recently.  \nHis many statues and models were scattered, demolished and destroyed, several  \nbeyond recognition. The scene only had a few seconds to flash before Meek’s eyes  \nbefore the epiphany robbed him of his vision, but even that was enough to fill him with a  \nstaggering, if momentary, amount of suspicion: he could not to convince himself that at  \nleast some of the destruction wasn’t motivated by pettiness exclusively. Now he was  \nhurt and horrified, but at least it didn’t last long. Because he just realized-  \n-it’s been a week?  \nMemories that felt like dreams all fought for his attention, furiously, instantly. In a  \nshow of what little self-preservation he had left they arranged themselves in a mostly  \nlinear fashion, which kept his brain from snapping like a twig under the sudden strain.  \nOnly just barely. The ones from the start of the week were little more than a blur at this  \npoint, but the broad strokes were still enough to horrify him.  \nHe didn’t remember exactly what happened when he woke up the next day, but  \nhe remembered sleeping in late, and so did Rex. Right, his nails, they needed  \ntrimming--he went out to get clippers, and clipping turned to washing, massaging, more,  \nmaybe? Rex on his mind all day at work, and then more pampering once he got home.  \nDid he hit the store? For another steak? Or two, or three, or… a week’s worth. Of  \ncourse. Expensive, but worth-ah, mm. Another blink, and the recalling continued.  \nSteaks, more rubs, such deep ones that second night. Or the third? Every night.  \nIt’ll be every night. Deep, deep rubbing. Rubbing Rex’s thighs, marveling over how  \nstrong they are. Powerful man--he remembered feeling that exactly as he stared--they  \nstretched, taut. Breathing felt taut for a moment, as his thumbs pulled down, firmly, he  \ndidn’t need to be so gentle with such a dog. Down to the paws, feeling Rex’s pads in his  \nfingers. Squeezing them, feeling them squish ever so. A little dirty, but he was prepared,  \nit would seem. He didn’t remember that step, but the rag was beside him, ready. He was  \ncleaning Rex’s paws so delicately; so domestic. He knew he wasn’t wearing a frilly  \napron during all this, pretty sure, but his mind’s eye still felt it was appropriate. The tent  \nat his front as he did the deed, apron or no, was accurate, however. He was very sure of  \nthat.  \nIt started so innocently, or at least close enough to the word for a horny and  \nfoolish tanuki to tell himself such a lie. Pampering the dog, feeding him a diet Meek  \nhimself could only dream of, letting him take more than half of the bed and all the  \npillows and most of the blanket, giving him kisses, giving him belly rubs, leg rubs, back  \nrubs, head rubs, ass… Ass…  \nMeek saw Rex’s ass plenty of times before that integral moment. Heck, he saw it  \nas soon as the dog waddled out of the cage for the first time. But there was something  \ndifferent about that time, three, or maybe four, or five(?) days in, whenever it was. When  \nhe was in some sort of daze on the couch, smiling, sighing, horny, who can say why. He  \nremembered tasting slobber in his mouth, maybe that had something to do with it. Didn’t  \nmatter. That ass was suddenly in front of him. Hind paws on his chest, while Rex’s  \nforepaws were on his stomach. A heavy, but powerful thing. Firm, flexing, canine ass,  \nwith a hole that the tanuki could not pull his eyes away from. Meek stared at it, mouth  \nagape, for so long; what felt like minutes, -not- seconds, and that wasn’t the mania  \ntalking. He lost himself in awe if the dog’s firm cheeks for too long, eons of moments  \nthat could have been the whole week actually or maybe he was just so horny he was  \nlosing his mind? Either way, Rex ended up having to take the initiative, and sat his  \npowerful ass right down on the tanuki’s face. So sudden, suddenly dark, suddenly dank,  \nsqueezing. It was the best orgasm of Meek’s life.  \nAfter that, everything fell away. Meek thought the memories from six days ago  \nwere hard to grasp? Every moment between that first face-sitting and this brief moment  \nof lucidity was simply gone. So much ass kissing, literal and otherwise, he knew that,  \nbut the shape and scope of it were beyond his melted brain. Not that he needed to know  \nit. What was important was that he was where he needed to be, where it felt natural.  \nServing his man. Making sure he was comfortable at all times, making sure to-  \n“Get me a smoke, bitch,” Rex snarled, whipping his head back so he could flash  \nthe tanuki his fangs, “Don’t make me say it again.”  \nMeek once again snapped out of his euphoria, because even with the immense  \ngravity of bulldog paws and ass constantly pulling his gaze, his train of thought, his  \nboner, everything towards it, those words out of that mouth were still too much to pass  \nby him without cause for pause. This dog… can talk?  \n“Jeez, did I make ya stupider than I thought I did?” said a voice that had to be  \ncoming out of Rex’s mouth, as unbelievable as it seemed, “Hey, bitch, wake the fuck  \nup!” The only daze gripping Meek now was one of mounting shock, not of brainwashed  \nbliss, but Rex either couldn’t tell the difference or didn’t car, because he had already  \nturned around to give Meek a clumsy slap.  \n“Ah, buh?”  \n“Wake up, damn,” Rex barked, his face hardly a whisker away from Meek, “It’s  \nbeen too long since I had a puff. Get the fuckin’ box on the counter you bought me the  \nother day, remember? Goddamn, bitches these days…” He growled a few more sexistly  \nflavored insults in Meek’s direction while he paced a few circles and then plopped down  \nonto his side. He stretched, no longer looking in Meek’s direction--the cockiness was  \nstunning, and had Meek in the grip of something like reverence for a split second--no!  \nHe had to, he must… well fuck, he had to do something!  \n“How… why?” Meek asked, rising to his feet and looking around the disaster that  \nwas once his home. Rex lifted his head, snorting when he realized what must have  \nhappened, and yet moved with no urgency at all as he rolled onto his feet. No fear, no  \nnervousness, not even a single second of an expression that implied he was  \nsecond-guessing things, despite the very loud hysteria that the tanuki was working  \nhimself into. Because even once Meek started going on about calling some friends,  \ncalling the police, getting the hell out of here, joining a monastery and so on, all Rex  \ncould be bothered to do was shake himself and then let out an authoritative bark.  \nAnd that’s all it took.  \n“Yessir!” Meek yelped as he snapped to attention, blinking rapidly once he  \nrealized what just happened. Why did he… and it felt so good. His cock was throbbing  \nso much, and every time it did he had to swallow a groan. What was he just doing? He  \nwas, was…  \n“On your knees,” Rex grunted, and Meek’s legs almost collapsed out from under  \nhim, bringing him muzzle-to-muzzle with the bulldog once more. He started to say  \nsomething, but gulped it down once the canine’s gaze locked onto his own.  \n“Seems like someone forgot her place,” Rex growled, slobber dripping down from  \nhis jowls, “You’re a bitch.”  \nThe word hit Meek like a slap to the face. Days of service to a dog master  \nechoed about in that almost empty head of his, while something about that canine gaze  \ndrilled directly into his brain. Photographic flashes of him fondling paws, kissing Rex’s  \nbelly, licking his ass while yanking on his knot--Stop thinking about it stop stop!--flared  \nup every time he tried to remember how fucked up this all was, those anxieties never  \nfinding enough of a foothold to wipe the widening smile off of his face. Rex’s growling, it  \nhad such a tone, this bass to it. As Meek’s brain tried to desperately fight the tide of  \noverwhelming confidence pouring from the bulldog’s eyes his body shuddered under the  \nweight of his words. Not just his words, actually. Every grunt, every snort, every growl  \nand every bark… every noise Rex made caused some part of Meek’s hips to twitch,  \nsome digit to curl. He was already rapidly losing and he knew it and kept fighting but  \nsome part of him knew it was already too late. And that part was making his head slowly  \nmove up and down along with the dog’s.  \n“My bitch. My maid, my cushion. Say it.”  \n“B…buh-”  \nMeek’s lips started to move on their own, but what little remained of the tanuki’s  \nsanity fought them every step of the way. Somewhere in his addled mind he knew the  \ndanger of letting himself say it--of admitting this is his place, belonging to this dog, in the  \nbliss of servitude. That all he needed to do was let himself admit it, and that fog of  \nobedience would descend upon him again for what would likely be the last time, turning  \nhim into what it was natural for him to be. All he needed to do was let himself say it, and  \nhe’d be free, free to be shackled by this dog, like he truly--no!  \n“I… I cuh, w-w-w-”  \nWhile Meek fought for his life, Rex just sighed and grumbled something about  \nbitches and their lack of respect these days. With Meek still staring straight ahead and  \nmumbling as if he was speaking in tongues, the bulldog pulled himself out of his sitting  \nposition, turned around, and pointed his ass right at the tanuki. Meek stared right past it,  \nas he was doing with everything at the moment. Not for long.  \n\\*CLAP\\*  \nThe sound of the bulldog clapping his cheeks in tanuki’s direction made Meek’s  \nears, fur, tail, and dick all stand up straight, his eyes suddenly and truly focusing on the  \nfeast before him. The part of him that was fighting so desperately for control was now  \nfighting just to keep from drowning in dog ass, stink.  \n“Admit it, and you can ta-”  \n“I’m your bitch!” the bitch shouted, drool dripping from his pink chin. He dove in  \nimmediately, and without express permission at that, but Rex let it go (this time, at  \nleast). Because damn, this bitch was going nuts on his ass, swirling that fat tongue of  \nhis so fuckin’ sloppy around his flexing dog hole. Hefting his nuts, and just like Rex  \nliked, juuuust enough for his cushion to appreciate the weight. Kissing his cheeks too,  \nthis pink bitch loved that for some reason--not that Rex was complaining. Really  \npuckering up and smooching on his powerful cheeks, really letting that ass of his crash  \nacross his snout. All that, combined with the constantly muffled “Thank yous!” that were  \nmotorboating his asshole in a strangely pleasant way, all of that was just about perfect.  \nThe only thing that could make it better, in fact, would be-  \n“A smoke, bitch.”  \n“Right!” his pink bitch yelped after going ramrod straight. With no difficulty  \nwhatsoever, because it was an order from Rex, his Master, Meek rushed over to the  \ncounter, and then rushed back. He set the prepared cigar into the bulldog’s lower jaw,  \nwhich immediately clamped shut. Rex raised his brow and the lighter appeared, full of  \nflame to light the tip. As soon as it started blazing he snorted, a thick gray cloud right in  \nthe bitch’s face. The pink fool was gone before he did that, but now? He wasn’t coming  \nback--that smile couldn’t wait to plant itself right back in between his cheeks. Speaking  \nof.  \n“Back to it, cushion,” Rex grunted, each word swirling with smoke around his  \nbitch’s head, “And don’t be lazy about it. Touch my fuckin’ dick a little, shit.”  \nNot even a microsecond after Rex got into position was his bitch nose deep in his  \nass, sucking and slurping and slobbering so much Rex almost dropped the cigar while  \nhe moaned--his tail kept wapping the pink cushion’s forehead. Right back to where they  \nwere, but now with a cigar, and with his bitch giving his throbbing rocket the attention it  \ndeserved. Only a minute or so more of worship was needed before Rex howled out a  \ncloud of pleasure, making a mess that could never be cleaned out of the couch,  \nclenching his ass so hard around his bitch’s face that he was starting to convulse from  \nlack of oxygen. Grunting, cumming, more squeezing, fuck, fuck-  \n“Fffffuck,” Rex groaned, orgasm finally tapering off. It took him awhile to get his  \nhead back on straight, but once he did he ashed his cigar (that poor couch cushion) and  \nturned back around to look at the slumped over bitch on the couch behind him. Out cold  \nand still smiling, even with a slack jaw.  \n“Hey, bitch, wake up!” Rex barked, spitting into the tanuki’s mouth. His bitch woke  \nwith a coughing fit, sputtering and spasming for a good thirty seconds against the couch  \nbefore catching his breath and turning towards his Master. There was no intelligence in  \nthat gaze of his, none whatsoever--never would be again. Rex couldn’t help but smirk at  \nhis handiwork.  \n“Clean up this mess,” Rex commanded, waddling to the slightly cleaner end of  \nthe couch, “And get me an ashtray. And a beer.”  \nThe pink cushion jumped to his feet, gave a quick salute (weird, but the bulldog  \ncould still appreciate it), and got to it, completely oblivious to the trail of cum leaking  \ndown from his pant leg. Rex chuckled to himself--couldn’t remember the last time a  \nbitch came just from getting smothered by him. This one was a keeper.  \n“Hey, bitch! Pay attention, you’re makin’ a mess all over the damn house.”  \n“Yessir!”  \n\\*\\*\\*  \nRex’s terrible laughs came to an abrupt halt; barks so loud and brazen that every  \nso often his pink bitch had to answer the door to drive off the neighbors at the other end  \nof the street. He opened his eyes and turned to his pal Charles, the border collie to his  \nleft, and said:  \n“What was that?”  \nCharles started to answer, and then instead let out a sudden bark, before lifting  \nup his hind leg and kicking the pink cushion away from his ass. Despite the swelling that  \nwould absolutely lead to a black eye later, Rex’s bitch jumped to his feet with a bow, and  \na penitent tone.  \n“Sorry sir! Can I get anyone anything?”  \n“Beer.”  \n“Whiskey.”  \n“‘Nother smoke.”  \n“Clean my toes, faggot.”  \n“Yessirs!”  \n“Anyways,” Charles said, shaking himself out from nose to tail before taking a lap  \nof his martini, “I asked you your errand boy’s name. Couldn’t have been ‘bitch’ his whole  \nlife, right?”  \n“I dunno,” laughed Humphrey the great dane, bumping Rex from the right, “He  \nsure fuckin’ acts like it!” Another bunch of barking laughs filled the room, as well as a  \n“Got that right!” from some poodle humping a pillow on the couch. This was right as the  \nbitch came back with their drinks, Humphrey ordering the whiskey. Before the tanuki  \ncould slip away, the dane’s huge paw pressed down on his shoulder.  \n“Stop,” Humphrey growled.  \n“Yessir?” the cushion said with enthusiasm, coming to an immediate halt, “What  \ncan-mmf!”  \nThe huge canine forced himself upon the tanuki, threatening to envelop the small  \npink thing’s snout entirely in his own as he licked the top of the little guy’s mouth. He  \ngasped, but he did not struggle, not even as the dane’s claws started to really dig into  \nhis shoulder. Or when the aforementioned poodle waltzed over to join in on the fun, and  \njust started biting the bitch’s leg. It might have gone on a lot longer, but Rex was  \nimpatient as he was demanding.  \n“Ease the fuck up Humph, I want my beer sometime today.”  \n“Fine,” Humphrey said around the cushion’s face, and then he pulled off and said  \nit again, “Fine.” The shivering, gasping tanuki immediately picked the drink tray back up  \nand went about his business, poodle still attached to his leg--the little fucker wouldn’t be  \nsatisfied until his bite mark was as visible as the many others peppered across the  \nbitch’s body.  \n“What was its name…” Rex mumbled to himself as the bitch set down his beer,  \nthe dog taking a few quick laps, “Mmm. Don’t remember.”  \n“Hahah, really?”  \n“Naw,” Rex said with a shrug, before dipping his head back down and grabbing  \nthe cigar with his mouth from the ashtray, “Hey, bitch! What was your name?”  \nBy this point the bitch had its mouth wrapped around Charles’s paws, and was  \nquite busy moaning around them and lapping at his toes, but as soon as the question  \nreached his ears, he stopped. His name? Name? The submissive, obedient part of the  \npink beast, the only part there was left, desperately searched the archives of his brain.  \nLooking as far into the past as he could, thinking so hard it was making his forehead  \nhurt. But no matter how hard he thought, no matter how much he struggled, it was  \nimpossible. There was nothing there. Nothing but the present, even trying to  \nconceptualize otherwise was impossible. With his voice downright dripping shame over  \nthe failure, the bitch said (from under the table, and still partially muffled by dog feet):  \n“I’m sorry Master… I dunno.”  \nRelief filled the bitch’s head as laughter rang out all around him. He didn’t really  \nunderstand what was going on, but it sure was a load off to hear that Master and his  \nfriends weren’t mad at him. Even more of one when the next command finally came,  \namidst all the snickering.  \n“Clean my ass, bitch.”  \n“Hey, mine too!”  \n“Don’t forget me, fag.”  \nStars filled the cushion’s eyes and didn’t leave until they were pressed up against  \na huge dog’s backside. When did they all get lined up like this? Did he lose himself  \nagain to some of Master’s smoke, or growls? Everyone seemed happy, all their tails  \nwere wagging; that was the only important part. Wagging, making their asses shake  \nhypnotically in front of him, his body swaying along. Licking at an ass until a different  \ndog barked or the one he was currently servicing gave him a warning nip. Falling into  \nthe flow of perfect subservience as he swirled his slick tongue along each asshole in  \nturn, taking their ash, their spit, their abuse, their ass sweat, everything. Taking it all and  \nsmiling like a bitch. All he ever was."}