Polaroid
DISCLAIMER: Posted below is a pornographic short story about a human male and an anthro canine female. Sexual intercourse is included, and in graphic detail. If you are offended by this in any way, please press the "back" button on your browser window, or the "X" button in the upper right of the window. Seek psychological counseling immediately. Drink two glasses of lukewarm water and enjoy a children's chewable vitamin. Avoid fatty foods. Give money to a charity. Fly around the world in a dirigible, but avoid Chinese airspace. Santa Claus and the Easter bunny do not exist. They are merely your parents conspiring in secret to shower you with love and their hard-earned money just to make you happy, and unselfishly giving the credit to a make-believe character.
And thus, it begins!
Polaroid
By Paul Nowak
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"Hey there, Jamie!" a young man in a German police jacket shouted to a gorgeous dog-girl, an anthropomorphic collie, as she passed. She seemed to be in a bit of a rush, and her soft, flowing beige fur waved slightly in the hot blasts from the old heating vents.
"Hmmph," came the simple response of the canine. She strolled away unceremoniously, her muzzle pointed arrogantly in the air.
The boy who was given the cold shoulder by the drop-dead gorgeous bitch was me. That's right, old Jim Hatlader, when I was still in high school. I just stood there and watched that beautiful Jamie McDougal stroll away in the main hallway of St. Mark's High School. It was around noon sometime, and third block was about to begin. At Saint Mark's, we were on the four block system. It was an old system, but we stuck to it anyways. Perhaps because it was a Catholic school.
As I sighed and watched that beautiful figure leave me in her dust, I felt a hand clap on my shoulder.
"Man, Jim," my friend Rob muttered. "You sure have a weird taste in women." I didn't stop watching that butt... the perfect shape. One could see it's lovely form easily through the miniskirt as it swayed sexily out of view. Her tail was down. I figured Jamie knew that I was staring at her ass. She was probably trying to cover it. But it sure as hell didn't stop me from trying.
"Weird taste?" I asked. Rob grunted in response.
"Yep," he said, looking through his folder for something.
"Nah, man, I'm not weird," I uttered, finally turning away as Jamie rounded a corner. The hallways were pretty busy because next block started in about three minutes. Rob and I had to hurry, or we would be late for Biology.
"Yes, you are," Rob contradicted as we strolled hurriedly down the hallway. If we were late for Ol' Mr. Sommersby's class again, we'd be toast. "We are losers, man. Let's face it."
I turned to my old friend, and feigned astonishment.
"Losers?" I gasped, staring at him, wide-eyed. "A coupla golden gents like us? Losers?" Rob laughed at my display of sarcasm. "We are pure gold."
"Uh huh," Rob shook his head, as we hurried up a flight of stairs. "I mean, look at you. You are... literally... chasing the tail of the only anthro in St. Mark's. She's a dog, man." I looked away.
"Jamie is not a dog," I said, standing up for that ever-so-popular girl who hated my guts. "She's... Jamie." Rob blinked at me as we rounded the final corner.
"What?" he just asked, shoving me a little. He would never understand.
"Just forget it," I asserted as we entered Mr. Sommersby's room. It reeked of rubbing alcohol.
"Just in time, boys," Mr. Sommersby pointed out quaintly, gently perusing his lesson plan. His tiny, upturned white moustache reminded me of devil's horns. I silently took my seat by the window in the back just as the bell rang.
"Now, for today, class..." Mr. Sommersby began to drone in his dreadful, signature monotone voice. My mind was instantly on cloud nine.
"Oh, Jimmy..." Jamie whispered, her soft paw dragging against my cheekbone. She giggled a little. "You are so cute."
The daydream was a bit too unreal even for a loser like me. Jamie McDougal was, as Rob had said, the only anthro girl going to Saint Mark's Catholic Academy. She had to be female. She had to be a collie. Why, God? It was a dead-on combination. I had a pet collie, at home. But it was a he, Buck, and he was just a dog. But not Jamie.
Jamie was different. She stood up on two legs, she was shaped just like any regular person. Except, of course, she had a doglike face, wonderful, warm, soft fur, and a tail. Her hands, or paws, and feet, or hindpaws, were padded, just like a real dog. And boy, she was beautiful. Big green eyes, long red hair, and a great ass.
I sighed to myself as I watched some idiots strolling about through the parking lot. Dumbass football players.
I hated football players. And basketball players. And... well... nearly every athlete. You see, I was not a very... sporty guy. I hated the competition. I tried football once in sixth grade... But I quit after some guys from the other team caught me after the game and beat the living daylights out of me. I coulda sworn it was the entire team taking punches at me, but it was probably only three or four guys. Nevertheless, it was shitty.
I was more of a gamer. I liked to chat online, play computer games, and write stories. Yeah, I know what you are thinking. A grade-A, bona fide loser. Well, you are right. I exercised here and there, but it was to keep in shape. I didn't do it to piss other people off just because I stopped them from bringing a ball over a certain white chalk line. The only extracurricular activity I joined was the Marching Madness. I know, a really crackpot name. It was St. Mark's marching band. And I was not musical.
If you've got any logic in your head, and you know me at all, you'd probably say, "Jim? Band? What the hell are you thinking?" 'Cause I'm not musical at all. I suck. I stand around in a really stupid outfit and walk in a line and hit a drum one time every thirty-seven seconds. Well, I only joined the Marching Madness because Jamie was in the band. She plays the trombone... Or was it a saxophone? An oboe? ... Aw hell, I don't know. A golden-colored thing that she blows into really hard and makes really nice sounds with it.
Jamie is good at what she does. She's very popular. When she first joined St. Mark's last semester, things were a bit iffy. You know, the government had to step in to stop discrimination and such. But Jamie is strong, she pulled through just fine. She actually became quite popular. And I loved her.
Drama club, speech club, chess club, she was in everything but the Jim Hatlader club. And it was the only club I wanted her to be in.
But seriously, I joined band just because of her. I was madly in love with her, and I think she knew it. I was always looking at her. And she hated my guts.
I loved every moment with her. Even if she was only making really good attacks at my character and turning me down for even the most neutral of invitations to social gatherings. I loved to hear her light, feathery, and sometimes seductive voice, even when it was aimed to harm me. She could be telling me to go suck an egg, and I'd just smile and feel very warm inside. Jamie McDougal, that's her. What a dame.
"Mr. Hatlader?" the name made me jerk to attention.
"Yes, Mr. Sommersby?" I asked, looking quickly at the scrawny professor.
"Please begin our reading on page 244," he requested in a very pleasant voice. I nodded and began to read.
I was an okay reader. Of course, we were on the section of reproduction; the estrus cycle to be exact. And of course, the bastards who wrote the book were using dogs as an example. I kind of had a secret thing for dogs, and of course, I kept on thinking of Jamie. It was torture.
Next block, which was also the last block of the day, was Band. I was ecstatic. Time to basically sit back and watch the whole band practice. I could purposely not hit the drum the entire time, and Mr. Stevenswool did not seem to care.
Mr. Edward Stevenswool, or Ed, as he insisted to be called, was one of my favorite teachers. A somewhat chubby, balding, bespectacled man, Mr. Stevenswool was a wonderful instructor. He taught band, which he had professed on numerous occasions, he had no interest in. "But, because you guys are obviously interested in band, I am going to try my best." After a moment, he grinned at our laughing. "Interesting change of pace, huh? Usually the entire class doesn't give a dang, while the teacher is passionate about the subject." He was a really funny guy. He gave that band class his all. I got there early, so I could sit in the back and watch Jamie.
"Are you guys ready?" he inquired as he strolled into the classroom, a big smile on his fat little face. He got an obvious yes through voice, nodding, and tooting of instruments. "Good then," Mr. Stevenswool said, rubbing his hands together briskly.
"Boy, sure is cold out there, eh?" he asked suddenly. He went off track like that so suddenly sometimes, it was as if somebody else was talking. But nope, it was him.
Mr. Stevenswool was right. It was only late November, and the weather was already terribly cold. We nodded here and there.
Mr. Stevenswool hesitated in front of Jamie to give her his fat little smile. She giggled, and then he looked back to me, and winked. I shook my head and began to laugh a little. It was a good thing Jamie liked him so much too. If she caught on to what he was meaning, she woulda socked me and him in the jaw.
Ed Stevenswool knew I liked Jamie. He saw me trying to talk to her, and saw me failing. But of course, he sympathized.
"Just keep trying, James," he advised calmly, with that smile on his face. "You will always miss 100% of the shots you don't take." I just nodded. He meant well, but I knew Jamie hated me. I just could not accept it.
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Band ended with a short speech on the band trip tomorrow for the big game against Parlington Academy. Our team was making it into the finals, and it was sort of far away.
I had all of my paperwork in order. I was eager to go. Even though the bus ride was probably going to be about six hours long, we would get to stay at a hotel overnight. I wished I had some friends in the band with me, but I could get along okay.
I walked home, as I always did. It was a short distance away. As I left the band room, I waved goodbye to Jamie, who ignored me. That kind of hurt.
The walk home was pretty uneventful aside from the fact that I had a really bad erection the entire time. That biology lesson and Jamie were taking their toll on me.
I got home, and my mom was not there for some reason. Probably buying groceries or whatever. I was glad she was not there. She was not very nice to me.
"Why don't you go out for football, Jimmy?" she'd demand. "You can't just go to school, work, and go to sleep. You've got to spend time with us. We are your family, you're not a boarder." "Are you wearing that shirt... again?" "Jimmy, come here now, I need your help." "Take your shoes off, I just shampooed the rug." "Turn down that computer, it sounds like World War Three up there." "What did he say? ..."I wanna... F... you like an animal"!? Give me that CD, you can't listen to such filth."
She was a nice lady and all. She tried hard. But I just wanted to be left alone, I felt pretty bad.
I collapsed on my bed and turned on the tv. Putting on some old cowboy western show as an excuse to be laying there alone and quiet, I turned down the volume and masturbated. God, I was such a loser.
My mom knocked on my door at about six. I had fallen asleep.
"Are you ready for dinner, James?" she inquired impatiently. "Its already nighttime."
I sat up and looked out the window. It was nighttime. The moon shone weakly through the dense clouds, and a touch of snow was falling. I smiled a little. I love the snow. It reminds me of Christmas, and my birthday, which is a few weeks before Christmas, and New Year's. All of these things make me very happy.
"Yeah, mom," I answered, smiling. I was in a wonderful mood, just because of the snow. I swiveled upright in bed and trod downstairs to the dinner table.
I took my usual seat by the window, and my brother Jason and my younger sister Rosalie took their seats at the table too. My dad was working; he always worked until practically eleven at night. Funny thing was, he started at about seven AM. I found out a few years later that it was because he was having an affair. I don't see him much anymore.
My mom had made some meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I loved all three of those things. I love meatloaf. I love snow. And I love Jamie.
"Whatcha smilin' about, bro?" My older brother Jason asked, himself smiling a little.
"I dunno," I lied, looking down at my plate. .
"Are you ready for that big trip tomorrow?" my mother asked me.
"Yes, ma'am," I answered, digging eagerly into the meatloaf. It was delicious. My mother's cooking always was, unless she was very tired. You could tell because whatever she made was sort of dry. Instead of complaining, I'd feel sorry for her and assure that the food was actually really wonderful. She worked very hard for us.
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I woke up the morning of the trip very early. I was very tired, but I figured I'd just sleep on the bus ride. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair... and hesitated. I would not shave. I looked sort of handsome if I "forgot".
And so, I bound off to St. Mark's, very ready for this trip. The sky at six AM was still dark, and the snow was done falling. It crunched underneath my sneakers as I walked. The snow was only a few inches deep, but it was pristine and undisturbed. The moonlight radiated from its pure white surface, and I was almost embarrassed that a jackass like me had to trod through it and ruin it all. I almost wished I rode a bike or something. At least then, it would be a pretty, curvy line through the beautiful snow.
Before long I found the band gathering their things and boarding the bus. I got on and clomped to a seat close to the back which seemed empty. Giving a final look to everybody in the aisles, I sighed. I could not see Jamie. Was she not going?
I slid into the back seat, and heard a grunt.
"Geepers, I'm sorr-" I shut my mouth real quick when I saw what I had done. I had slid into the seat of, you guessed it, Jamie. She was sleeping on the bus already.
I stared at her, in awe, as the passengers of the bus got situated. It was a wonder how Jamie managed to sleep through the commotion. Maybe it was because she was part dog or something. Selective hearing.
Jamie's rich, gorgeous eyelashes were closed relaxedly around her eyes as she slept. Her knees were brought up to her chest, and she hugged them, resting her muzzle on them. Her tail was even curled up around her, to help keep her warm. Seeing her there, she was so cute and soft and fuzzy. I dared to gently touch her tail. It was wonderfully warm and supple. I had never touched her before.
The bus started, and luckily, Jamie only stirred slightly. I was terrified that the beautiful creature might awaken and see me seated next to her, and punch me in the face. But she just squirmed a little so her muzzle was pointing to me a little more. I wanted very much to pet her, or something. Wisely I chose to just sit there.
The nighttime, snowy ride filled me with melancholy feelings. There I was, riding in a warm bus... but I didn't have any friends on it. I was going away on an exciting journey... for the sole purpose to get away from home. I was sitting smack dab next to the girl I loved ... and if she knew, she'd probably stab me with a pocketknife or something. Everything seemed so wrong.
Oh well, I thought, slouching back in the chair. I'll get over it. I mean, what else is there for me to do?
The bumpy ride and quiet drone of the engines were very comfortable. The air was kind of warm, so I opened up my coat a bit. Of course, I had to undo the zipper at about a rate of an inch per minute, so it would not awaken the elegant, terrifying beast seated immediately to my right.
I opened my eyes with a touch of suddenness. I was very hot. I was sweating a bit.
My eyes darted about frantically. The bus was still moving. Nobody was screaming, it was obviously not on fire. Then I felt myself moving from something.
I was snuggled up next to Jamie. Oh God, I thought, becoming rigid. Her slow, quiet breathing pushed against me a little. Her fur was indeed warm and wonderfully soft... but I would get her claws in my eyes if I did not act fast.
Very slowly, I looked down. Her tail was wrapped around my waist too. I looked across the aisle. There was Andy Bumgardener, grinning at me like a moron. He snickered, and muttered,
"Lucky you." I shook my head, my eyes wild with terror. I had never, up to that time, been filled with so much panic and fear for the preservation of life. I was almost animal in the primitive urge to escape the warm, loving, and misguided embrace of the wonderful, soft, and (I now knew) cuddly Jamie McDougal.
Andy was on to the whole thing. He had watched me fall asleep, and slowly lean against Jamie, who just hugged me. He pointed to his watch.
"You two have been like that for... maybe two hours," he snickered again. "I even got a picture on my Polaroid camera." I blinked in fear as he held up the picture. Although it was sort of far away, I could see it as clearly as if it were a few inches in front of my nose. There I was, hugging Jamie quite lovingly. We were both clearly asleep.
My mouth was dry with terror. I slowly tried to ease out of Jamie's arms, but she groaned a little and rested her muzzle on my shoulder. I closed my eyes as her hot breath wafted onto my neck. I began to feel a little horny. I heard Andy laugh.
"That's sick," he snickered. "You are getting all intimate with a dog."
I blinked at him, and I was suddenly filled with rage. I clenched my fists, but I tried to remain quiet.
"She's not a dog," I hissed. "She's a wonderful person... with fur." Andy only snickered again.
"Psh. She's a bitch."
"Suck my dick, Andy," I snarled. Then, a wicked smile spread across Andy's lips. I had no time to counter what happened next.
Andy coughed. Really loud. It was of ridiculous volume. I winced with the enormous cough. The face Andy made seemed to suggest it hurt, it was so loud. And, certainly enough, Jamie's eyes fluttered open.
I just sat very still as she silently slipped out from around me, and leaned against the window, staring out of it. Andy giggled. You fucking beatoff, I mouthed to him from across the aisle. He made a masturbating motion with his hand.
After a few minutes of sitting very still, I swiveled so I was facing forward. Jamie's eyes were riveted on the window. Outside, a light snow had begun to fall, and she seemed to watch it. But I could see her reflection. Her eyes were not moving. She was staring into space.
By the time we got to the hotel, it had been a few, wordless hours. I was very afraid to say anything to Jamie. I did, though, manage to get that Polaroid from Andy by whacking him lightly in the nuts. While he recoiled, I snatched it.
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A few days prior to the trip, Mr. Stevenswool had the band fill out small forms to list who we would not mind being roomed with. Since I had no friends in the class, I left mine blank. And apparently so did Jamie.
When we both heard the announcement, we were stunned. The whole class's rooms were being read, and quite nonchalantly, Mr. Stevenswool read the dossier for room 213, the only room with only two occupants. And they were of the opposite sex. Nobody else even seemed to notice, it was near the end of the list and mostly everybody was pretty rowdy. I looked at Jamie. She just was standing there, stunned. I felt sorry for her.
"I'm... I'm sorry," I apologized. Jamie just looked at me numbly. I didn't like that look. Her big, green eyes seemed empty. It was my turn, for the first time ever, to walk away from her. She seemed pretty astounded. Her angry mood would come later I assured myself.
We were allowed our separate ways, and when I got the room key from Mr. Stevenswool, he just winked at me. I was so numb, I did not say anything.
I wandered alone down the hallway to my room. And then, up a flight of stairs. And then another hallway... Geepers, our room sure was far away from everybody else's! It made my mouth dry.
I scanned the key and entered. There wasn't anything special about the room. There were two beds, thank God. Maybe Jamie would not be so very enraged at the whole situation.... No, she would be.
I dropped my stuff at the foot of the bed farthest away from the door. Perhaps being closer to the door would mean Jamie had room to escape, and that would make her feel more comfortable.
Plopping onto the bed, I turned on the television. There was about three hours before the band had to assemble for the game... and Jamie never showed up at the room.
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Most people would be astounded at how I am not going to describe the amazing football game in rigid, grappling, gut-wrenching, vomit-inducing detail. Well I'm not even going to talk about the actual game. All I know is, our team lost.
The whole time I felt bad. My stomach was full of butterflies. I wondered where Jamie had spent all that time, and I wondered what would happen tonight. She probably got a room with some other really popular girls. And I hugged her on the bus. Sort of. Well, she hugged me. But it was my fault. I should not have sat next to her while she was asleep and in a cuddly mood.
When we returned to the hotel, we were pretty exhausted. I had a reenactment of the scene from earlier, but only this time, good ol' Mr. Stevenswool was trumpeting about how we did great out there, even if our football team did not. If it were any other teacher, I would have just walked off in the middle of his speech. I didn't care about the game. I felt like I screwed up the relationship with Jamie that I had which was already seriously screwed up to begin with. And it wasn't really my fault, but I was to blame. What the hell.
Anyways, I went back to our room alone again. Of course, Jamie was nowhere to be found.
I jumped into the shower because I smelled like a farm. After the relaxing, hot shower, I flopped onto the bed lazily and flipped on the television again. In the unlikely event that Jamie showed up, maybe if it were just to stick the barrel of an AK47 through the door and empty the magazine into my head, I decided to put on some boxer shorts. I didn't want her to see my nasty bits, especially if she was there to kill me.
After a little restless while of watching a Spanish soap opera and trying to cheer myself up by providing silly voice-overs, I turned over restlessly and began to look at that picture.
It was a really nice picture. There was Jamie, very adorable in her sleeping state, resting her cute little muzzle on my shoulder. I looked pretty stupid, sleeping next to her, but if I totally avoided the memory of what had actually happened, we looked like we were in love. I smiled a little at the picture and remembered how her warm, furry body felt next to mine.
After a few moments, I noticed something above me out of the corner of my eye. I looked up, startled. It was Jamie.
"I-I-I'm sorry!" I screamed, shoving the picture into her paws. "I didn't... I mean, I wanted to give this to you!" It was a total lie. I wanted to keep it forever. I wanted to be buried with it when I die. "It belongs to you..."
To my utter horror, Jamie sat on the bed next to me. She was wearing a very pleasant, cute little soft-purple t-shirt and some pajama pants with little rubber duckies on them. The bed creaked a little under her added weight. Her eyes slowly searched the picture.
"Why is it mine?" Jamie asked in her typical sweet, quiet voice.
"Oh God," I stammered, taking it back. "You are right. I will throw it away."
I swiveled upright in the bed to discard the picture when I saw the look on Jamie's face. It was one of indescribable hurt. I froze.
"I said I was sorry," I mumbled after what seemed like hours. I jumped when I felt her paw rest on my hand.
"Don't throw it away," Jamie whispered. "If... If you don't want it, I will keep it."
Inside my head, my brain exploded.
"No, no, no, I'm sorry!" I shouted frantically, hugging the picture close to my chest. "I love it.... Er, ack!" I held it out. I was trembling very much, and my behavior was curious even to me. "You take it, if you wish."
Jamie just blinked at me, a confused look on her heavenly face. After a moment, it broke into an incredible smile It was like getting hit by a beautiful train traveling at three hundred beautiful miles per beautiful hour. Jamie then scooted up onto the bed, closer to me. Her paw pressed the picture against my bare chest, right over my heart.
"I... I have a confession to make," Jamie muttered, a slight blush apparent under her fur. I swallowed hard. "I... was not asleep... when I cuddled with you."
Somewhere in my brain, a blood vessel snapped or something. Because my head began to spin.
"Wh-what?" I mumbled stupidly. Jamie scooted up a little closer, and I began to tremble violently. Jamie leaned in close to me, blushing a bit deeper.
"I snuggled with you on purpose," she whispered. It could not be true. Jamie McDougal hates me. This must be a dream, in impostor. "Jimmy..." her voice was soft and engaging, with an almost otherworldly quality to it. It was the voice of an angel. "I... I kind of thought you sat next to me because you like me... so I sort of... snuggled with you." Her face was dark red.
"Oh, Gosh, Jamie," I said, loosening up a bit. "I just love you to death."
Jamie smiled at this, and I blinked at myself.
"Yeah..." she gently rubbed my arm a little, and her smile faded away. "When Andy... said that... those nasty things... You..."
Jamie fell silent, stumbling a little for the right wording. I leaned closer, impatiently. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer.
"I what?" I asked, petting her knee a little bit. I was kinda scoping the situation out, and boy, I loved petting her.
"You... you proved... You weren't just... another pervert. Looking for a..." Jamie blushed a little. "A nasty doggy fuck." I blinked.
"Well no," I assured, finding an atypical confidence present in me. "I really do think you're a really nice, well-rounded girl..." After a moment, I giggled and leaned into her. "And you are really cute."
Jamie giggled too, and before I knew it, I was on top of her. I am not usually very romantic or confident, but this just sort of happened. I kneeled above Jamie, kissing her invasively. Our warm, wet tongues met in each other's mouths, and we lustily pursued each other. Her tongue was much larger and broader than mine; a big, velvety doggy-tongue. I felt it sliding against my tongue, gums, and teeth, and my body quaked with intense sexual urges. Her maw drew slightly as she began to suckle gently on my tongue.
I placed my hand on Jamie's tummy and began to rub it gently, slowly working my hand up underneath her shirt. I felt her curvy spine move fluidly, presenting her full breasts. I cupped her full, perky left breast, and groped it slightly. Jamie giggled at me around my tongue, and when I tweaked her nipple, she yelped, and threw her head back breaking from the kiss.
I then climbed atop Jamie, straddling her. I slipped her shirt off, and discarded it on the floor. I eyed her soft, full, beautiful furry embellishments, and toyed with her nipples. They stood erect in my fingers, and Jamie watched me tease her, her maw parted in a slight doggy grin.
"Oh, G-God..." Jamie stammered, her voice tense and whiny from her sexual excitement. I had never seen her this way... and I loved it. I leaned over her, and began to bite her neck. She yelped again, but immediately silenced her cries of passion. She began to grind her pelvis against mine in slow rhythm, an intense yearning for gratification in her fluid movements. I grinned and released her neck from my teeth. Instead I took her hard nipple in my mouth, and suckled on it.
"Mmmmm..." came the simple yet wonderful response as Jamie's canine body craned and ached for my touch. She ran her digits through my hair lustily, and out of nowhere, she wrapped her legs around me.
"Stop teasing me," Jamie whimpered, leaning back but still locking her legs around my waist. I grinned at her and released her nipple. It was wet with my spit, and I blew on it a little to make it cold. Jamie gritted her teeth, squeezing my waist hard. "Here, see for yourself..." Jamie gave me this wonderfully innocent look as she took my hand in her paw and slid it down her pajama pants. Her soft silk underpants were warm with the heat of our bodies, and her pubic fur was just as silky and even hotter. She slowly ran a few of my fingers against her soft, swollen, furry pussylips. A touch of her sweet juices made my fingers slippery.
"I'm so wet," the canine girl whined, pressing my fingers against her eager sexlips, which parted quite readily. I gasped. I had never had my fingers in a vagina before, and God, it was magnificent. Her tight cunny muscles created a strong, wet suction on my fingers that I could only imagine on my throbbing penis, which was achingly ready for action as well. I wanted to cling to her hips, I wanted to fuck her like a dog, I wanted to come hard into her... But a thought occurred to me.
"Eh, Jamie," I stammered, my own voice so broken up with arousal I found it hard to understand. "I don't... have a condom..." Jamie smiled, showing me a small patch which was affixed to her lower left side. Birth control. I grinned at this revelation, and Jamie slipped out from underneath me, an equally playful grin on her muzzle.
"Come on, then," Jamie whined, flagging in front of me as do all bitches in heat. She raised her soft, fluffy tail high in the air, and a white patch of fur surrounded her pouting vagina and her tight pucker. "Give it to me hard, Jimmy," she begged.
I did not need to be told again. Sliding my hands up onto her hips, I took my erect cock and rested it against her furry, swollen sexlips. I had to push a little, and Jamie whined a bit, but with little effort, my cock was inside of her. Pleasure overloaded my senses as I rammed her tight doggy cunt. I stared guiltily down at her pussy, and I winced in delight as she pushed her pelvis back at me.
"Oh God yes, fuck me like a horny little bitch, yes!" Jamie dirty-talked, her eyes shut tightly with sexual gratification. "Come in my tight doggy pussy!"
I thrust my throbbing erection into Jamie's furry sexlips as long as I could. I gripped tightly onto her hips, fucking her, my mind bearing only lust and an urge to come inside of her. As I bucked against Jamie's furry butt, her stance weakened. She began to yelp and whine, as dogs do during intercourse, as she reached her orgasm. Jamie could only hold her pelvis in place for me to fuck her, as she began to whine and tremble with lust.
I felt Jamie's vagina begin to contract and adhere tightly to my erect penis as she began to howl. Suddenly, her entire body tensed up, and after a moment of gasping for air, she collapsed again, and a rush of her thick, hot honey coated my penis and ran down her inner thigh. I watched in amazement as I entered her furry, swollen pussylips, and some of her honey actually became visible, making her sopping wet. Just when I thought the friction could not get any better, it did.
I gritted my teeth as I felt my own orgasm coming. Jamie's canine body just held up weakly to my thrusts as her tight, sopping wet vagina impatiently coaxed my semen out of my balls. I held it off as long as I could, but I finally let go. My hot, thick semen shot out of my throbbing, erect penis and into her velvety, furry pussy.
After a few blissful minutes of just holding each other, I finally caught my breath and whispered to Jamie.
"Jamie?" I asked, the signature, euphoric sensation of afterglow burning in my brain.
"Yeah, Jimmy?" she replied in a cute voice, resting her muzzle on my chest. Her big, glassy green eyes were locked with mine. Before today, this would have made me really uncomfortable. But now... I had never felt better.
"Jamie, I..." I stumbled a little, running my fingers through her hair in a slight petting motion. Jamie closed her eyes and murred softly.
"Yeah?" she asked, giving me a little squeeze.
"I... really had an amazing time." Jamie looked up at me and grinned slyly. "It's beyond words. But I-" I was stopped by Jamie's pointer digit, which she rested against my lips. She giggled a little at the expression I made.
"What are you trying to say?" she whispered, moving to give me a warm kiss on the lips. Our tongues grazed one anther briefly, but it was less passionate and more affectionate.
"I... I love you."
I blinked at myself. The instant I said it, I was afraid. I was being too cocky.
"I love you too," Jamie whispered in reply, giving me another warm, gentle, quiet kiss.
...Maybe I was not being too cocky after all.
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Our naked bodies were entangled on top of the sheets in the dimly-lit hotel room, far away from home. We were proud of having slept with one another, proud in an immature way of what we had done. However, more importantly, we were also quite proud that we finally found that special person. Or furson. When one takes into account how empty I was when I left for the trip I never anticipated to enjoy, it is astounding to look at what I came home with. I came home with more than I ever dreamed of having. A girl I could love with all my heart.
I married that gorgeous puppy, Jamie McDougal, a few years later. We still have that photo. We have our problems here and there, as do every couple. Money problems, mom being furious at me for falling in love with a dog-girl, work, and whatnot. But we were always in love and happy, and we always will be. We are presently considering having children... if we can figure out what they would look like. Whether we choose to or not, though, we still love each other.
A loser and a bitch may not amount to a hill of beans alone, but they can accomplish anything when they are together... in a Polaroid.
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