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The Kennel Club

By: Thaine T. Stephens

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A warm breeze stirred suddenly, rustling the grey fur of Danica's legs. She shivered as the wind traveled up her thighs and through the sensitive fur around her exposed sex. There was something exhilarating about going without panties, but her heart was racing for other reasons. Her black furred fingers raised to her cheek and ran through the twin streaks of white there. It was a habit she had developed as a cub and hadn't been able to shake. The wind picked up again, this time strong enough to blow her waist length, platinum blonde head fur out behind her. She glanced around warily before pressing the door buzzer again.

"Where the fuck is he..." she growled, folding her arms across her chest and shifting her weight impatiently from one foot to the other. The back of the kennel was lit with a single encased yellow bulb, bathing the stoop and the door in an eerie hue. With growing agitation Danica pressed the buzzer again. "You got ten seconds to open this door or I'm out of here," she whispered, knowing that the tiger wouldn't be able to hear her.

She was on the count of eight when there was a loud clicking sound from the other side of the door. There was another click and then the handle turned. Danica took a half step back as the door opened and a feline head poked out. Neil gave her a smug grin and stepped back, holding the door open with an outstretched arm. "Hey Dani, thought maybe you changed your mind..."

The vixen snorted and stepped inside, brushing her way past the orange and white tiger, "I've only been standing out there for ten minutes. Is the damn buzzer broken or are you just deaf?" Her heart raced a little more as he let the door close behind her, but she wasn't going to let him know how nervous she was. She kept her back to him as she looked around: the back door to the kennel had opened into a narrow hall of cinder blocks painted a dull cream color.

Neil stepped up behind her and ran a paw over her shoulder, brushing her long head fur away from her neck. "Sorry babe, I had some preparations to make." His fingers moved across her light grey neck and down her chest to the start of the large white teardrop between her breasts. When she didn't object the tiger slipped his paw into the plunging neckline of her top and cupped her left breast gently. His fingers found the barbell piercing in her nipple and tweaked it gently, making Danica shiver in the feline's grasp. His other arm wrapped around her midsection and slid up into her shirt, giving the piercing in her bellybutton the same treatment as the one in her breast.

A soft squeak emanated from her throat as the tiger leaned in and licked the three earrings in her right ear: he stopped near the pointed tip to tease the scaffold piercing with his teeth. "F-fuck, Neil," she growled with a ragged breath. The tiger bit onto her ear a little harder, making her yelp, as the paw at her waist moved through the light grey fur of her belly and into the hem of her skirt. She shivered in his grasp and reached around behind her to feel the bulge in the front of his jeans.

"No panties?" he asked with a chuckle as he released her ear from his teeth. The response came as a squeeze to his hardening member, a sign he took as encouragement. His orange and cream furred fingers moved lower until he found the beginning of her slit. Dulled claws slipped out of hiding and hooked into the stainless steel ring hanging from her clit. Danica moaned and pawed at the bulge in his pants with a new fervor as her most sensitive piercing was teased. With a wicked grin Neil kissed her cheek, between the white stripes of fur, as his middle finger slipped inside her, gently nudging the second ring below her waist, the one in her outer lips.

"Neil, that's enough," she panted, grabbing his wrist with her free paw and pulling it from her skirt. The tiger didn't resist, but his disappointment was almost tangible. Slowly he released her from his grip, but not before giving her a nip on the neck. "You'll get your turn," she assured him, turning around and pressing her muzzle to his lips. Neil licked at the end of her muzzle, his rough tongue teasing the piercing in her lower lip.

"Oh, I have no doubt," he said, bringing the fingers that had been between her legs up to her muzzle. Danica flicked out her tongue and ran it along his fingers, the warm metal stud in the center trailing along the underside of his finger. "Y'know, sometimes I think you fell into a tackle box," he chuckled, taking a moment to poke at all of her piercings. She sported one in her right eyebrow, as well as her right nostril, with the ring in her left lip. In the ear he hadn't molested she had three more rings, as well as another scaffold piercing towards the tip.

Danica stuck her tongue out at him and waggled it, the steel ball glinting wetly in the fluorescent lighting. "It started with an eyebrow and snowballed from there. Besides, you're not innocent yourself." She leaned in and nipped at the stud between his lip and his chin as her paw grabbed his crotch again. "I've seen the jewelry down there before, remember?" The feline grinned, letting one of his fangs overlap his bottom lip before leaning down and nipping her nose ring.

"And it makes a beautiful compliment to yours. It's a shame I have to wait," he said, his smirk growing, "but it's worth it." Stepping around her Neil motioned for the fox to follow him down the hall. They passed several closed doors before turning down another hall. Their footsteps echoed off the walls but Danica could not hear them for the sound of her heart racing in her ears. They came to another closed door and Neil smiled back at her before opening it.

The strong scent of canines hit Danica like a wave, making her shiver reflexively. The room she entered contained eight compartments separated by chain link walls. Residing within each kennel, staring up at the vixen, was a feral German shepherd. Danica's fur stood on end as eight pairs of eyes set upon her. The dogs were up instantly as soon as she stepped into the room, most of them with wagging tails. Neil came up behind her, letting the door close, and placed a reassuring paw on her shoulder. "They are, uh...staring at me."

Chuckling the tiger rubbed her shoulder gently. "They are always happy to see someone new. Especially a female..." Neil motioned towards the center of the room where a blanket and two pillows rested, the preparations he had mentioned earlier. "They can probably smell your excitement too," he whispered, reaching down and sliding his fingers up her inner thigh. He smiled when she squirmed and brushed his paw away. "Why don't you go ahead and give the boys a show..."

A shiver of excitement went through Danica's body as she stepped towards the blanket. All of the dogs were still watching her, their ears up and forward and their tongues hanging out as they panted. She stepped closer to one of the pens and put her paw against the chain-link door. The black and brown canine within came forward and pressed his nose though one of the links, sniffing her paw earnestly. The feel of his nose against her fur excited her and she relaxed a little when the shepherd's tail wagged faster. "Good boy," she crooned softly before moving back to the center of the room.

Fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, Danica began to remover her top hesitantly. The dogs weren't the only ones watching her intently: she knew that Neil would also be watching her strip, but it was nothing new for him. Slowly, once all the buttons were undone, she let her top slip from her shoulders and down her arms. The cool air in the room made her nipples stiffen, the blue and gold barbell piercings through them glinting in the light. One of the dogs gave a soft bark, making Danica jump slightly, but Neil was swift to quiet him.

"Go on," the tiger urged, stepping forward and offering to take her shirt. Danica nodded softly and placed her clothing in his paw before hooking her fingers into the waist of her skirt and peeling it down her supple thighs. "Thatta girl," Neil grinned bending down and picking up her skirt as she stepped out of. He leaned in close as he straightened, brushing his nose through her belly fur. His rough tongue snaked out and brushed over her belly button piercing, making her squirm and pull away. The feline grinned as she pushed him hard, licking his lips and tossing her clothes over his shoulder. "Guess it's time to let one of the boys out."

Her heart raced at the sound of that and her fur stood on end as Neil walked to the furthest kennel. Danica crossed her arms over her chest and nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot. She watched with growing excitement as the tiger removed a leash from a hook on the wall and replaced it with her clothes. A metallic 'click' echoed off the concrete walls as Neil opened one of the kennels and stepped inside. He bent down and hooked the end of the leash onto the black German shepherd's collar before leading the dog out of the cage.

Danica's throat tightened at the sight of the dog. He was definitely one of the biggest shepherds she had ever seen. His groomed coat was solid black that held a healthy shine. His dark brown eyes locked onto the vixen immediately as Neil walked him over to her slowly. "Krieger, heel." At the tiger's command the shepherd stopped and sat down, never taking his gaze off Danica. "Good boy, Krieger," he crooned and scratched the dog behind the ears. Krieger let the praise go unrecognized: he was far too interested in the vixen just a few paces away.

"He's...not gonna try to bite me, is he?" She shifted nervously, rubbing her shoulder with one paw. Supposedly all the shepherds here were police dogs in training and probably taught how to take down a suspect if necessary. The last thing she wanted from this encounter was a nasty bite wound. She took a hesitant step forward and Krieger's shoulders hunched forward, his ears up and pointed towards her. Danica stopped and looked to Neil for guidance but the tiger just grinned back at her.

"Relax babe. Krieger may be a little intimidating but he's the best behaved dog we've got." The tiger gave a soft pull on the leash and the shepherd stood again. Neil stepped towards Danica and the dog followed obediently, sniffing the air eagerly. He held onto the leash firmly as Danica held out the back of her paw, which the shepherd sniffed warily. The vixen visibly relaxed when Krieger flicked his tongue out and licked at the tips of her fingers.

Slowly Danica sunk to her knees, still holding her paw out for the dog. She reached out and scratched him behind the ears and was rewarded with the wag of his tail. "Good boy," she whispered, tussling the thick fur of his neck. Krieger's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he began to pant and nuzzle her paw. A shiver went through the vixen as she stared at the large, wide tongue and thought about it being put to use.

"See? He's a big sweetheart." Neil chuckled as he reached down and unhooked the canine's leash from his collar. The dog lurched forward suddenly, taking advantage of his new freedom to knock Danica backwards and clamber on top of her. The vixen let out a surprised yelp as the ninety pound shepherd bowled her over and began to lick at her face. The broad canine tongue brushed over her piercings, sending a thrill through her as Krieger lapped at her face and muzzle.

"Shit, Neil, you ass,"she muttered as the dog pinned her to the ground. She put her paws on his chest and tried to push him off, but he was heavier than she expected and had her leaning back on her knees at an uncomfortable angle. As quickly as they began the dog's licks subside as he began to sniff her vigorously. His cold, wet nose brushed her face and moved down her neck to the patch of white between her breasts. She let out a soft gasp as the cold nose brushed one of her nipples and the barbell within. It hardened almost instantly: Danica loved for her nipples to be played with. She squirmed as the shepherd's attention moved down her body, through the soft grey fur of her belly until he began to sniff between her spread knees. "H-hey!" she said in surprise and started to push the big dog's head away, but he wouldn't be deterred so easily.

That cold nose brushed through the long fur around Danica's sex, inhaling the scent of a female that needed breeding. Even with the vixen's paws pressing down on his head Krieger pressed his nose to her lips and gave them a tentative lick. Danica gasped sharply as the tongue brushed over her clit ring, flicking it teasingly. She gave the dog's head another hard push and this time he backed away, just long enough to get out from under her paws before darting back in between her knees.

"Relax babe," Neil said as he watched the vixen wrestle with the dog. "This is what you came for, isn't it?" He stepped over to her and gently reached out and grabbed her wrist. She started to pull away but Neil held on to her arm. "It's alright," he crooned, staring into her vibrant yellow eyes. After a moment Danica nodded and Neil let her arm go. He watched as she put her paws on Krieger's head again, but this time she wasn't pushing him away: she was scratching him behind the ears.

"G-good boy," she stammered, running her fingers through the shepherd's thick fur. Neil was right: she'd came because she wanted to try new things, and she was too far too back away now. Danica shivered as the tongue stroked the entire length of her lips, brushing over both of her lower piercings. She could feel the heat flushing her cheeks and ears as the canine tongue caressed and teased her.

It wasn't until she heard the electronic sound of a camera shutter that she realized what Neil was doing. "Shit, shoulda turned the sound off," the tiger growled as he held up his smart phone. "Oh well, too late now," he smirked down at Danica and pressed his thumb against the phone's touch screen. Another shutter noise echoed off the concrete and steel surrounding them but it didn't seem to bother him or any of the dogs. However it did bother Danica.

"H-hey! I didn't agree to that!" she shouted, trying to push Krieger away again but the big dog held his ground. The vixen swallowed a moan as the shepherd's tongue flicked over her rings, trying to maintain her composure so she could yell at Neil. "You didn't m-mention pictures," she said sternly, trying to scoot away from the dog unsuccessfully. "Put it away."

The grin that spread over the tiger's face was almost malicious as he held up the phone and took another picture. "Hey, relax. I just thought you might want to document your first time fucking a dog. Have something to remember the moment by," he chuckled, taking another three photos in rapid succession. Neil hovered just out of Danica's reach as he circled her and the shepherd, his phone clicking away.

With a growl Danica rolled onto her hands and knees to push herself off the ground. "Put. It. Away." She turned towards Neil and started to rise but Krieger took her new position as an offer. The ninety pound German shepherd hopped up onto the vixen's lower back, his weight forcing her back to her hands and knees as his front legs wrapped around her waist. "Hey! Wh-" she started, trying to rise again but Krieger held her firmly. Her face flushed with heat again when she felt the dog's hips begin to thrust against her. She could feel the hard tip of his member poking into her rump with each thrust.

"That's a good girl. Just keep your ass in the air," Neil teased, taking more pictures of the newly presented scene. Krieger was lying along Danica's back as he held onto her waist and pumped his hips. Judging from her expression he hadn't found his mark yet, but she was jumping forward with each thrust. Reluctantly Neil slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked over behind the shepherd. Without saying a word he knelt down and scooted Krieger's hips forward, reaching underneath the canine to guide his full sheath closer to Danica's sex. The dog whined softly as he pumped into the tiger's paw, his member aching for something else to thrust into. As Neil guided them together he could feel Danica's entire body tense as the tapered tip stabbed around her entrance, then he felt her jump as it slipped inside.

"AH!" she cried out as Krieger lurched forward, burying himself inside her. Neil pulled away and rose to his feet again to stand to her side as the German shepherd's hard cock pounded her. Krieger's thrusts had been slow and long while he was trying to find her, but once his tip slipped past her lips they came hard and rapidly. "F-fuck," she moaned as the shepherd panted in her ear. This was the primal fucking she had wanted: sex so feral that it was quite literally, feral. She moaned again as the dog cock stroked in and out of her. The claws on his front paws dug into her waist, but Danica barely noticed the discomfort. There was only one part of her body that she was focused on.

Krieger whined and growled occasionally as his thrusts became shorter, but harder. His tongue lolled out of the side of his muzzle, dripping a small string of saliva onto the vixen's long, blonde head fur His paws gripped her hips tightly as pumped into the vixen, his balls slapping against her with each thrust. The knot at the base of his shaft was beginning to swell, just enough to tug at Danica's lips with each withdraw.

Neil smiled as he circled the rutting pair, making sure to capture the moment with his phone's camera. Danica might not like it, but he didn't have any intentions of sharing them. He just wanted a memento of the occasion and he felt that was the least she could do for him arranging this evening for her. His erection was straining against the front of his pants as he watched the shepherd breed his friend. The sights, sounds, and scents of the scene before him were taking their toll on his resolve and the more he thought about it the more he realized that a few pictures weren't the least that Danica could do for him.

Panting Danica reached out and pulled one of the pillows to her chest. Her arms were becoming shaky from holding herself up so she lowered her upper body down onto the pillow. "Oh, ah, fuck," she moaned, the new position giving Krieger more leverage, allowing him deeper thrusts. She hugged the pillow to her chest with one arm while her other paw slid down her body between her legs. Her heart raced when her fingers brushed her clit ring, then moved past it to feel the swelling knot that was tugging at her lips. It wouldn't be long before it swelled inside her, locking them together... She shivered at the thought but didn't have time to dwell on it as the tiger stepped in front of her. "N-Neil," she panted, looking up at him as he knelt down in front of her.

"Do this and I promise no one will ever see the pictures," he whispered, sliding his phone into his pocket with one paw while the other unzipped his fly. He reached down and stroked Danica's cheek and she nuzzled his palm in return. His cock was hard and throbbing when he opened his pants, the slit at the tip glistening wetly. Slowly he brought it to her muzzle and the vixen opened her mouth eagerly. Neil slipped his cock past her lips and was rewarded with her pierced tongue brushing against the barbell under the head of his cock.

Danica grunted and lurched forward as Krieger gave one last thrust before his knot swelled, locking them together. She squeezed her eyes shut at the pressure in her cunt as the shepherd's knot tugged and pulled at her lips. His forelegs tightened around her waist as his thrusts came faster. Her fingers brushed over clit ring again then moved behind it to stroke the swollen canine knot. The feel of it sent a wave of excitement through her. Slowly she began to bob her head back and forth on the tiger's cock, stroking the underside of it with her tongue.

With a long, low whine Krieger's entire body tensed and he began to fill Danica with his feral seed. The swollen knot kept them firmly locked together, making sure that she received every drop as the shepherd held onto her tightly. There was so much and it was so warm that Danica could hardly believe it: her fingers brushed over her clit ring, flicking it back in forth excitedly as she neared her own climax.

Letting his paws rest on the vixen's head Neil began to thrust into her accepting muzzle, his sac bumping against her chin lightly. A smile crossed his face when he noticed that the dog had stopped thrusting and assumed that whining noise was his finish. "How does it feel to get bred by a feral?" he asked her, thinking he could see a red hue forming under the grey fur of her cheeks. The sight was turning him on as well, especially when Krieger attempted to get off of the vixen. The shepherd hopped off of her back but the knot kept them locked together. Slowly he lifted his his back leg and turned to face away from the vixen.

Danica moaned around the cock in her muzzle as Krieger turned, his knot pulling at her cunt with the full weight of his body now. She shuddered and moaned again as she came, the added pressure sending her over the edge as her fingers toyed with her lower piercings. Her entire body trembled with her climax as she squeezed her eyes shut at the pleasure.

The tiger smiled and ran one of his paws around Danica's warm cheek, brushing her long head fur away from her face. Being in this position with the vixen and another male wasn't a new experience, but the other male had never been a feral before. "He's tied in you good, isn't he?" he asked, not expecting her to answer with a full muzzle. Danica moaned again, sending sensual vibrations through Neil's cock.

As the shepherd continued to pull with his knot Danica could feel it starting to slip. Her fingers moved from her piercings to the stretched opening where and she and Krieger met and she could feel the warm cum starting to leak out of her. The thought of it thrilled her and for the first time wished Neil was taking pictures for her to see later. She ran her tongue up and down the tiger's length as he pushed in and out of her muzzle, making sure to flick at his frenum piercing whenever it reached the end of her tongue. She knew from experience that was his weakness, and it didn't take long for him to reach his peak.

"Ah...sh-shit," the feline growled as he came, pushing his cock to the back of Danica's muzzle as he began to fill her mouth with his seed. The vixen didn't even hesitate to start swallowing, drinking down his cum eagerly as her paws returned to stimulating her clit. Neil groaned loudly and stroked the back of Danica's head as his climax ebbed, pulling out slowly as she sucked him clean. He sank back on his haunches, panting lightly as she smirked up at him. "W-what?"

"I think you..." he paused, groaning as Krieger's knot pulled at her again,"you enjoyed watching just a little t-too much..." Danica whimpered in her throat as she ran her fingers over her clit, Krieger's knot slipping again. Her fingers worked faster as she felt another orgasm approaching. The shepherd was stretching her wider as his engorged knot tugged and pulled at her cunt. Squeezing her eyes shut Danica flicked her piercing back and forth, letting out a low moan as she came when the canine knot slipped out of her with an audible 'pop'. Warm seed ran through the fur of her thighs and ran down her fingers as she trembled in pleasure.

The shepherd wandered a few paces away before lying down to clean himself as Danica slumped panting to the floor. Her muscles were exhausted from being so tense and there was a throbbing ache between her legs. But the ache she didn't really mind: that was always the sign of a good fuck. Slowly she removed her paw from between her legs, wiping it off on the blanket as she rolled onto her side. "Damn..." she panted, looking up at Neil with glazed over eyes.

"Knew you'd like it," the tiger said as he stroked the side of her cheek one more time. He tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, pulling out his camera to get another couple of pictures of the exhausted fox, then retrieved the dog's leash. Krieger had finished cleaning himself and was laying a few feet away panting heavily, but didn't resist as Neil clipped the leash back on his collar. Obediently the dog followed him back to his kennel. "So," the tiger said as he returned to the exhausted vixen, "you ready?"

Rolling onto her back, her blonde head fur splaying out around her, Danica looked up at him quizzically. "Ready? For what?" Her entire body was exhausted and it was an effort just to roll over. She dreaded the walk back out to her car, knowing that the ache between her legs would get worse before it got better.

A wicked grin crossed the tiger's face as he motioned around the room. "You've got a few more boys to service here. You can't play favorites; that would hurt their feelings." As if they agreed with him one of the German shepherd's let out a short bark and a whine.

Danica shivered at the thought. And even though her body was already tired she wanted to give it a try. She could handle it...she knew she could. "Just...give me a minute before you get the next boy out..." she said, reaching down to run her fingers through the cum-coated fur around her lips. "Oh, and Neil," she said as he was opening another cage, "this time you better get some close up shots." The tiger chuckled and grinned, nodding as he lead a black and brown shepherd out on a leash.

It was going to be a long night...

The End?