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Bad Puppy! By: Faction 8-7 (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/faction87) Character (Kite the hyena) belongs to Herro (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/herro) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Kite! C'mere girl!"

Kite' ears perked up at the sound of her name. She was sitting on the floor in her room, idly playing with one of her many toys. But she knew that when her name was called, she needed to come right away. She is very obedient.

She is a good girl!

She trotted happily down the hall to the front room, tail wagging, to where her owners had summoned her. But her bright and cheerful expression dulled a little when she caught sight of them. They were dressed up all fancy, wearing their shoes and standing by the front door, ready to leave. She approached with hesitation, knowing that car trips don't always go nicely for her. Trying to remain optimistic, she addressed them.

"Yes, mum?"

While her "parents" had insisted that both shared equal responsibility and authority over her, there was a quiet understanding among all three of them that it was mum who was truly in charge. She was the one who needed to be answered to on the rare occasions that Kite was misbehaving. Mum always doled out the discipline, and made it clear that she was always to be respected.

"Kite, daddy and I are going out for the night, and we won't be home until late. Can we trust you to be good while we are gone?"

"Mmm hmmm!" Kite nodded enthusiastically. She gets to be home all by herself! Awaiting further instructions, she awkwardly shuffled in place a little while she adjusted her underwear. Even though most other dogs like her got to be nude, mum had insisted she stay "modest" and made her wear those uncomfortable human clothes. She picked her claws at her bum, tugging out the fabric that had become wedged in there by her various movements. At the same time she pawed at the colourful tube top that covered her breasts, stretching the material back into place. At least she was allowed to pick them out: Kite had chosen a pretty striped pink top that matched the markings on her arms and thighs perfectly, and accented it with a bright green pair of bikini panties. Mum shook her head at Kite's slightly inappropriate actions, while dad just laughed and gave her a wink. He was funny sometimes.

"Alright. Since you finished all your dinner, you can have THREE of your cookies for dessert. You can stay up a bit later tonight, but make sure you clean up all of your toys, because I don't want to come home to a messy house. And I want you to be in bed by the time we get back. Sound good missy?"

Kite was grinning ear-to-ear now, her tail wagging at full force.

"Oh, yes mum! Sounds really good!" She of course was referring to the remark about the cookies. She paid attention to little else that was said.

"OK, mummy and daddy love you! Behave while we're out!" Mum gave Kite a gentle pet on her head, while dad leaned in and kissed her on the nose. She giggled, basking in their affection, her long pink tongue reflexively shooting out and licking the tip of her snout.

"I will! Bye-bye!" She stayed by the door and watched them leave, waiting for the car to pull away down the street before turning and giddily bouncing to the kitchen for her treat. On the way, she pulls off her irritating top, carelessly tossing it to the floor. While she didn't mind the underwear bottoms all that much, she simply hated the tight, restricting feeling on her chest. She stopped short at her dinner bowl. It's empty, naturally. On queue, her tummy growled noisily, announcing that it was dissatisfied with the quantity of food it had recently been issued. Kite looked down and rubbed it, trying to ignore the growing emptiness. She doubted that the cookies would be enough to sate her. She felt like she needed something with a bit more protein...

Something catches her eye... its the big white box where they keep all the people food! But that's not for her, right? She is salivating at the thought, and her mind races to justify it. Normally, dad would slip her some leftover food from the table. He was so nice to her. Mum would always say that too much human food would give her a tummy-ache and a chubby-butt, and that Kite should only eat Kite's food. But mum isn't here right now, is she? Still, her simple-minded conscience kept whispering in her head: "No, Kite!" ...But there wouldn't be any harm in looking, would there? The voice was pushed aside, and she walked over to the fridge, footclaws clacking on the shining white tile floor. She cautiously opens it. Angels sing and Kite's knees go weak at sight of the forbidden bounty that lay before her. If mum found out, she would be in SO much trouble...

She tries to look for something that wouldn't be missed... Kite was also a smart girl! As much as she wanted to grab those thick, raw, marinating steaks, she knows she would be found out for sure! Digging towards the back, she discovers a plastic baggie with some old, leftover sausages. Yum. Using her claws, she clumsily tears open a large hole in the bag... that's how these baggies work, right? The tubular meats are slimy and a little off-colour, but Kite's canine nose tells her they should still be tasty. She takes a bite of one, her ears swiveling around, anxiously trying to detect intruders. But she is alone, thankfully. Relaxing a little, she sits down on the floor cross-legged, basking in the chilly breeze and soft glow of the open refrigerator. The first sausage is done all too quickly, leaving her unsatisfied. What's the harm in having another one? Surely they won't be missed. She guides a second into her waiting muzzle, which is now thick with saliva in anticipation. Some small spots of drool spatter on the floor in front of her; but she is too focused on the food to notice. This sausage goes down even quicker than the first. She starts taking larger bites, and chews less before swallowing. A third wurst follows soon after, and this one is gone in no more than two or three bites.

Her heart is racing now. Her breathing is laboured and she is shaking a little. Despite knowing the coast was clear, her large pointed ears fluttered around once again, and her her eyes darted between the entrances to the kitchen. A deep, burning guilt began to spread through her; an ingrained response from her upbringing that told her that what she was doing was wrong. But for the first time, she didn't really care. The adrenaline released from her fear of repercussions was intoxicating, and this feeling combined mischievously with the gastric satisfaction of the delectable taboo fruits she was partaking. Number's four and five simply slurped down her throat whole, without even making contact with her impressive fangs. To Kite's dismay, the shredded bag was now empty.

Coming down off of her brief high, Kite took a moment to analyze the situation she had put herself in. The voice in her head came back, shouting: "Bad Kite! Look what you did! Those were not for you!" She responded with a quiet whimper, closing her eyes and clutching her head with both paws. But the voice quieted, and a rational part of her brain soothed her: It wasn't a big deal, they were probably just going to throw those old sausages away. She had her fill, and her fun, and nobody was going to know.

She was a good girl.

Kite burped. It was unexpected, and she still wasn't sure if it was considered rude or not. Human rules were sometimes a mystery to her. It had a powerful odour, a combined assault of the strongly-flavoured meats and her comparatively bland puppy-chow. She inhaled deeply, taking it as her last chance to savour the taste of her misdeeds. She patted her bare stomach, which had now had its fill. Well, almost. Kite still found herself craving food, but nothing else in the fridge looked appetizing (or safe to steal!). "That's good, because you don't deserve any of it!" she cringed again at the chastising voice and turned away from the open fridge. It took her a minute, but she finally remembered: the cookies! Mum said she could have some cookies before bed! She giggled to herself. Sometimes, she had such a short attention span.

Kite stood up and bounded over to "her" cabinet in the corner. She swung open the door and, pushing aside a large bag of dull dog food, pulled out a colourful box. "Kite's Kookies" was written on the front in thick black magic marker... At least, that's what she was told it said. She never did bother learning that silly people-language. Daddy had written it for her, and told her that it was to make sure nobody else ate them by mistake. She rattled it a few times: music to her ears. With wide-eyed excitement, she plopped the box on the counter and popped open the top. Greedily reaching into the box, she grasps a pawful. But her training kicks in and stops her. The conversation she had with mum and dad plays back in her head: "...you can have THREE of your cookies...." She released her grip, furrowing her brow as she tried to think of how many "three" was again. She carefully tipped the box, dumping a small pile (as well as a smattering of crumbs) on to the countertop. Holding up a paw in front of her face and with great concentration, she tapped out "three" on her claws, and slowly slid the result away from the mound of cookies. A look of disappointment forms on her face as she sees how few "three" cookies actually are.

She scoops up her share, forming a short, neat stack in her palm. She turns away from the open box on the counter (its too tempting to look at) and leans up against the edge of the cupboards. She idly starts to munch on them, aloof to the copious amount of crumbs and bits that are breaking away as she chews. Many scatter on the floor, with some landing and becoming trapped in the fur of her respectable bosom. She enjoys the sweet flavour, though they were a little bit dry. She would have to have some water later...

Kite munches down the remainder of the last cookie, finishing up with a yawn and a big stretch. It must be close to bedtime. She pouted, and casually brushed the accumulated crumbs off of her chest and onto the floor. She was about to turn and leave the kitchen, when something caught her eye. Normally, mum and dad wouldn't leave any food out to tempt Kite, but it looks like they had forgotten to put something away. Kite curiously sauntered over the small exotic container that sat next to the stove, ignoring the bits of cookies that quietly crunched under her feet. Her head cocked to the side as she approached, raising an eyebrow as she tried to identify the object. She had seen it before, maybe only once or twice. And this meant it was DEFINITELY not something she was supposed to have! She picked up the small brown plastic bottle and inspected it. It was heavy, obviously full of some kind of liquid. There was writing all over it, but she had no clue what it said. Turning the bottle over, she was suddenly struck with a range of conflicting emotions and forced out a squeal. For on the other side was a picture, and Kite knew exactly what it was. It showed a thick brown stream flowing out from a cartoon parody of the bottle she held, and it was flowing into a glass of milk. It was chocolate!

That searing guilt flowed through her once again. She felt naughty just holding something so forbidden in her paws. "NO. DOGS CAN'T HAVE CHOCOLATE!" The voice was louder than ever. And it was right. Mum and dad had both told her many times that it would make her sick to her stomach. She continued staring at the bottle, motionless, as she tried to settle the agonizing internal debate: It was bad for her. But she still wanted something sweet! It will make you sick. But she's never tried it before in her life! It wasn't fair!

In the end, it was compromise that won out. She convinced herself that she would just try it. To experiment. Nobody would get hurt, and nobody would get sick. Nobody would know.

Kite was still a good girl.

Her paws were trembling from the anticipation. Slowly, she turned over the heavy bottle, almost losing her grip when the sticky, heavy blob inside shifted. She held out a claw, and watched with fascination as a large globule eased out of the open nozzle and curled up on the outstretched finger. She tipped the bottle back up, but was unable to prevent several drops from falling and splattering on the ivory white tiles. She took a moment to analyze the alien substance, gently mashing it between her finger and thumb. Giving it a cursory sniff, her nose confirmed her suspicions: it smelled delicious! Not wanting to put it off any longer, she takes one last quick survey of her surroundings, before cramming the sweet sauce into her drooling mouth.

Kite's eyes closed involuntarily. She stumbled back a few steps, overwhelmed by the unfathomable flavours that danced in her mouth. It was heavenly! She never dreamed anything could taste so good. She swashed the sticky sweet syrup around in her mouth, taking in as much as she could before her body insisted it should swallow. All too soon, the rush was over. But she didn't want it to be over. Still shaking, Kite holds out her entire paw this time, squirting a sizable gob into her palm. Too much, in fact, and she had to watch helplessly as more dripped out of her grasp, soiling the once-pristine floor beneath her. To curb the spill, she quickly dumped the pooled mass into her muzzle. The rush of ecstasy was even greater than before. She began to blush. She never knew anything could make her feel this good! She spread out the chocolate-soiled paw in front of her and lapped up the remaining stickiness with her broad canine tongue. The voice was not pleased: "Kite! Knock it off! You are being a bad girl!" But she didn't want to listen. How could something that tasted so good, be so bad for her? Her mean old parents must just be greedy, wanting to keep all the chocolate to themselves. Why else would they keep it from her?

The voice was about to chime in again, but Kite was too quick, silencing it with more chocolate. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes and elevating the upside-down bottle above her. She opened her maw, and with a violent squeeze of the bottle, sprayed in an obscene stream of syrup. Most of it found its target; Kite almost choked as the goop slid past her tongue and down her throat, coating every surface as it went. It was so sweet it almost burned, but she didn't care. The remainder of the sauce that overflowed from her greedy jowls snaked its way down her face and neck, the dark brown contrasting strongly with her snow-white fur.

"I-I-I should stop..." She thought to herself out loud, emitting a quiet cry while her tongue eagerly smacked up gummy remnants that were smeared across her mouth and face.

"Yes! You should!" The voice screamed back, causing Kite to pause. She experienced a brief moment of clarity, suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation she was putting herself in. One or two old sausages might go unnoticed, but the kitchen was rapidly turning into a disaster. There was no way she could clean up this mess with her limited time and skills. She would be found out for sure, and grounded... or worse. She cried out again, feeling helpless. She glanced down at her paws, which were literally dripping with the evidence of her crimes. The dark, viscous paste matted their fur and streaked across her freshly cut and cleaned claws. With a mist of tears in her eyes, she slowly pulled them up to her mouth and sucked on the stained fingers.

But the resurgence of the flavour changed her tune rather quickly. "I just can't stop..." she whispered hoarsely between cramming digits into her greedy muzzle. "So....tasty..."

Whatever guilt that had been accumulating was vaporized in an instant. The chocolate was proving to be a powerful solvent, washing away any of the fears and hesitations that were stamped into her obedient psyche. It had also begun to corrupt her rational mind. She turned around to survey the room, drool-covered claws still hanging from her mouth. The mess wasn't that bad. She could clean it up in no time.

Good girl.

But her focus was stolen by the mountain of cookies she had deposited on the counter earlier. There were a lot more than three cookies in the box, right? How would they even know if she had only taken three? Its not like they counted them every night, that would be silly. She slowly walked over to the teasing baked goods with the chocolate in tow, crunching more crumbs on the floor and tracking sticky brown streaks from the spills. Pulling the paw from out of her mouth, she picked up a fistful of the cookies. Seeing the delicious treats in one hand, and the forbidden vessel in the other, she was struck with an epiphany. Fangs flashed in the bright kitchen lights; Kite was grinning evilly while she observed herself carrying out this mad experiment. With less care than ever, she upends the bottle over the offered mound, drowning the cookies in a thick tsunami of sweetness. In a rush for her next fix, she carelessly drops the now nearly-empty container and, using both hands and no grace, shoves her monstrous creation into her mouth. The combination was literally staggering; she fell backwards, her rump hitting the floor with a hard thud.

"MMMMRRRPPHHH" She tried moaning, but the sound was muffled by the delectable mess. Before she swallowed, she rolled across the floor, grabbing the bottle and blasting out its remaining contents into her dripping maw. It hissed and spluttered, the forceful air behind the sauce caused it to spray indiscriminately across the already-soiled white fur of Kite's face and mane. Panting heavily, she collapses back onto the floor, her footpaws streaking more chocolate stains as she fell. She closed her eyes, basking in the afterglow. This miraculous substance was wonderful!

Sobering up a little, she spies the chocolatey mess that has spawned around her. She sat up, leaning against the cupboard behind her, and absent-mindedly scraped up the straggling globs off of the floor in her immediate area.

"I can't let mum see this mess. Oh, she'll be so mad..."

When the reserves of spilled chocolate on the tiles is exhausted, Kite turns to the patches that spotted her own body. She leans in to the affected areas, lapping up the remnants of her carelessness. In an impressive display of flexibility, she sits cross-legged and pulls up a footpaw to her mouth. Her almost-prehensile canine tongue went to work, slurping up the clumped morsels that had attached themselves. Kited cooed quietly, enjoying not only the forbidden flavours, but also the sweet sensation of having her feet worked over like this. She giggled reflexively while her tongue slid over her sensitive footpads, before sliding it in between each one of her pretty pink toes. Her bathing was very thorough... she didn't want to miss a drop!

Finishing her "bath", she smacks her chops. She is very thirsty now, what with all those dry cookies and scorching sweet sauce. Her water bowl is almost empty, and she goes to fill it at the sink. On her way to the faucet she farts, nonchalantly like any dog would. Its loud and kinda smelly, people-food usually does that to her. Any meat, really. She reminisced about how mum and dad would kick her off the couch, or even out of the room when she got farty. She thought it was kind of mean of them, as she doesn't do it on purpose. She just wants to snuggle, after all. A low moan from her tummy announced that more gas was on the way shortly. No big deal though, she was all by herself!

She is about to fill her bowl when she spies something else in the open fridge: milk. Another brief crisis, and she decides that will be a more delicious way of quenching her thirst. She likes milk, but is not allowed to have it anymore. She can't really remember why though. They used big words like "lack-toast in-collar-mint", or something like that, to describe her. Oh well, words that hard to understand must be a compliment. She Pops the top off the jug, and downs the whole thing (almost the whole thing, since a bunch leaks out on her and the floor). Dropping the jug with a loud *thunk*, she jiggles her chubby tummy a bit. It gurgles, confused and overwhelmed by the concoctions she has been feeding it. She shivers... its cold! All that milk is making her chilly, and combined with her newfound fullness and late hour, she just wants to cuddle up in bed and relax.

Kite walks down the hall towards her room, short loud *prap*'s snapping out of her rear as she walked (those sausages are catching up with her). On the way she spots one of her favourite chewtoys on the floor. Its a big, red, rubber bone. She stoops down and picks it up, putting it in her mouth and wagging her tail. Heading to her room, she stops short at the doorway to her parents'. Looking inside, she swoons over the enourmous, super-comfy looking king-sized bed. Its layered with thick warm blankets and comforters, and looks like heaven. That damned voice comes back from the dead though, just in time to remind her: "You aren't allowed on mummy and daddy's bed unless they say so! They don't want you to mess up and wreck their nice expensive sheets!"

She hesitates, but then reminds herself: tonight is a night of secrets! She skips into the room and jumps onto the bed, landing with a bellyflop. She rolls over, bone still dangling in her mouth, and flicks on the TV. Its a dog show... lots of "puppies" just like Kite, all performing and looking good. She looks at her bloated, misshapen belly and sighs. All those dogs are prettier than her. But, speaking of looking good, it appears to be the boys turn. Kite had never seen so many good looking boy doggies before... and was beginning to feel a little flustered. Her body tingled, and her heart began to race again. It was not unlike the feeling of exhilaration that washed through her during her chocolate bender. But this time, the feelings were centralized a bit lower...

She moaned and bit down hard on the rubber toy in her mouth, her sticky paws fondling her exposed syrup-stained breasts. Her hands navigated further south, and she started to gently touch herself through the silky soft fabric of her panties. Another guilt attack strikes: she had been scolded for "playing" with herself before... but oh was it such a fun game! Her mum always told her it was a naughty and disgusting habit, but daddy never seemed to mind at all when she did it...

Though what little shame was brewing had no chance now. She was going to do it whether they liked it or not! She spied a particularly handsome malmute on the television, strutting his stuff... completely naked of course, like all the other contestants. She twitched a little when it focused on his crotch during a somewhat demanding physical maneuver, exposing his manhood for a brief moment. Her groping became harder, but was interrupted by a curious noise:

*GGGRRRRUUUuuuuuuuuu*

Kite stopped her exploring momentarily. One of her paws made it up to her stomach, which was now beginning to feel quite sour. Its liquefied contents sloshed and squelched as her unaccustomed body tried to process the exotic cocktail within. Her tummy was feeling... bigger. It kind of felt like she was being blown up like a balloon:

*BBRRAAAAP*

Some of the air building inside of her fermenting gut had escaped, though with little resistance from the hyena. She wrinkled her nose at the foul smell, but otherwise paid it little attention. Something much more important was on her mind... like how it would feel if she was to be taken by any one of those fit, sexy specimens on the TV. The growing fantasy made her groan out loud, a sound that was quickly parodied by her increasingly vocal stomach. A series of quiet *puffs* and *prts* found their way out of Kite's rump as she rubbed, once again completely ignored by the preoccupied puppy.

"Harrrrrnnnnnn..." Kite squinted her eyes shut and whined, partly from the rush of endorphins her actions were releasing, and partly from the flaring pains in her ailing stomach. She dug deeper into her mound, desperately trying to overcome the pain of her growing gastric distress. It was working. For now.

*GRRRRRMMMMBBLLL*

Another sinister sound, this time brought about by the increasing pressure of Kite's exploring paws. Once again she relinquished a paw from her nethers to rub her interrupting gut in an attempt to silence its outcries. A noisy *Frrrrrt* was its rebuttal. Still, she continued with her fantasizing. Her minds eye projected a doppelganger of the muscular young malamute from before. He stood over her, a hungry look in his eyes, cock erect. She fancied he was hopelessly attracted to her, in all of her chubby glory... and not those other skinny, athletic, talented showdogs. She was wet now... her panties grew damp and slippery under her claws as she slid them back and forth over the silhouette of her slit. The imagined intruder drew closer, his pulsating manhood reminding her that she ached for someone... something.... to be inside of her...

Now annoyed by the moist green barrier that lay between her and her new "friend", Kite decided it was time to lose the uncomfortable underwear. She jammed her thumbs under the waistband on each hip and rolled up on to her back, raising her legs over her head while sliding down the intrusive garment. This display of rigorous acrobatics dislodged more nastiness from her rapidly fouling gut in the form of another small fart, though this time it was disconcertingly wet. She paused, legs still suspended. A near continuous bout of wet gurgling slithered through her intestines. The fluids inside steadily increased their outward pressure, bubbling and boiling with fetid gasses. A sharp, stabbing cramp resonated through her troubled midsection, eliciting a cry and forcing Kite to pull her suspended legs tight in to her chest. Her whole body tensed, attempting to weather the excruciating pain. Her new position helped dull the pain, though it also assisted the progression of the disgusting rot within.

"Aahhhhh-hah....." With another quiet cry, Kite closed her eyes, feeling her bowels inflate once again. Flexing her swollen abdomen, she forced out the monster that was haunting her:

*BBBLLAAAAARRRT*

Kite held her breath. This latest outburst was more troubling than the others, signaling a worsening in her condition. It was wet, for sure, and she tried to ignore the fact that she may have felt something else splatter out in the process. She kicked her dangling panties off of her ankles, sending them flying across the room, ricocheting off the TV before landing on the carpet with a soft thump. The release in pressure reduced her discomfort to more tolerable levels, and allowed her to continue her fantasy. Picking right up where she left off, she envisioned the spectral malamute catching her seductively strewn panties in his intimidating jaw. Bringing a rather large paw up and forcing the fabric into his snout, he takes a deep inhale, shuddering as her irresistible pheromones cast a powerful spell on him. Oh how she wished she could have that kind of power over a real boy...

Her handsome suitor cast aside the spent undergarment and descended towards Kite, eager to take her. Kite slowly slid her legs down the comforter, spreading them in anticipation of his advances. She shuffled uncomfortably, her new position revealing an unsettling greasiness under her rump. Her belly continued its quiet churning; a constant nagging reminder that her ordeal is far from over. But all that would have to wait. She could take care of that later.

When he was right over top of her, she returned a paw to between her legs, gently sliding the tip of a claw between her juicy, swollen lips. She spread them open with the one paw, and, timing her actions to his imaginary advances, harshly inserted two fingers of her other paw. She pictured his powerful form looming over her; the weight of his body pressing down on hers, the heat from his breath on her face, and even the whiff of his subtle musk. She began rocking her hips in sync with "his" thrusting, her fingers penetrating deeper. The newfound pleasure caused her to gasp sharply, forcing open her mouth and making the chew toy to tumble out on to the pillow beside her with a muted *squeak*.

It was then that she began to notice the fantasy was somehow incomplete. While she was trying to envision this tasty young stud ravaging her fragile body, she couldn't help but feel something was lacking... something didn't feel "real". And it didn't take long for her to put her finger on it: this big dog was feeling rather... small. Her slender fingers were simply not doing him justice.

With the illusion fading, Kite sighed and rolled over on to her side, her inadequate claws still probing futilely. She was almost ready to call it a night, when the gleaming, red rubber bone sparkled in her peripheral vision. Liberating one of her paws she grabbed it, holding it in close to her face. The thick, long bone was starting to resemble something much more appealing to Kite. She ran her fingers over its surface, its texture was hard and rough, yet pleasing to the touch. It wasn't long before she needed to find out how it would feel on the inside...

Rolling on to her back once again, she resumed a receptive position beneath her fictitious lover. Grasping the toy in her paw she shut her eyes and brought it up to her lips, gently inserting it back in her mouth, though this time in a much more suggestive manner. She curled her tongue around it, licking and probing its surface, softly suckling its hard rubber tip. She imagined her actions were pleasing to the powerful pup, guiding the phallic substitute deep into her maw. Times like this, she wished she had a real companion, a mate she could please and who would please her back. She was so lonely sometimes. But soon Kite's greed took over, forcing her to slide the saliva-slick bone out of her mouth with a quiet *pop*. She needed it... needed HIM... down there...

The bone playfully traced its way down from Kite's mouth towards her eager sex, drawing a convoluted roadmap on her trembling body. She was shivering, deliberately delaying the gratification in order to ride the agonizing yet exhilarating high of anticipation. While sliding it across her stomach, the landscape below moaned and growled in protest as more of the rancid mass it contained traveled south. A long, hot, hissing fart eased out of Kite's tainted rear, further polluting the air around her. She blushed for a moment, almost embarrassed at what a real mate would think of her being so disgusting. But these thoughts were quickly displaced to the back of her mind, where they joined a meager and pathetic shadow of her conscience as it continued to plead: "No, Kite. Please stop. Please. Bad girl."

Not able to restrain herself anymore, the touring toy found its intended destination. The corner of the cartoonish bone slipped in shallowly between her lips, sending a torrent of warm juices dribbling down her crotch. Kite slid its rough, rounded edge up to her hood, and began gently using it to massage her clit. Her leg twitched as she pressed and rotated, and a low growling whimper played out from deep within her throat. The cravings forced her hand to work faster; the abrasive, digging rod began evoking quiet involuntary yelps. Her engorged nub stiffened as she lavished attention on it; this action was mirrored up above by her soft pink nipples, which were now peeking out of the fluffy tufts on her chest. Not wanting to neglect them, she reached up with her free paw and gently massaged her soft, yielding breasts. She teasingly tweaked and flicked the rigid tips, her head pressing back hard into the pillow as she imagined the attention was coming from her rowdy new friend. She used her claws to mimic the sensation of his razor sharp, yet expertly wielded fangs. He cautiously bit and twisted her sensitive tits, complimenting the harshness by sucking and slurping with his expert tongue.

Kite had had enough of his teasing though. She needed him NOW, and he was going to oblige her. She could almost hear him gasp when she tightened her grip unnecessarily on his manhood, deliberately (and reluctantly) pulling it away from her clitoris. She dragged the tip of it lower, never leaving the warm blanket of her folds, and began to insert it. Despite its size and oblong shape, the tapered end of the bone slid in with minimal effort, thanks to her generous supply of lubricant. Still, she moved it slow, panting heavily while the wide and intrusive end spread apart her insides, its coarseness remorselessly tickling her most intimate areas. Venturing in as far as she dared, she initiated the exodus, purposefully dragging and wriggling it during its retreat. Her body writhed in the primal pleasure, finally content in the sensations it was desperately craving...

But the newest resident of her nethers introduced an entirely unwelcome pressure. The large bone pushed uncomfortably on her debilitated bowels, squeezing its contents and unleashing a wave of new shifting, noisier than ever. Her stomach was on fire, and in her reckless disregard for the urgency of her condition, she had accidentally triggered something. Her abused guts spasmed uncontrollably, their putrid payload was fed up with waiting:

*ffffffffsssssSSPLARRT*

Without warning, a pressurized blast of gas and feces erupted from her ass with a sickening sound. Kite froze and clenched tightly; something had definitely come out with that one. She cringed. The void created in her bowels by this evacuation was rapidly replaced with another salvo, impatiently waiting to be launched. Her mind raced through her options, but it was clear now that her rebellious captives would not yield until they were freed. She couldn't move. It was too late to do anything. With one last pathetic protesting whine, she felt the floodgates open.

Debuting with another familiar wet fart, the rancid liquified mess flowed out of her with almost no resistance. She tilted her head up and watched briefly; a perverted part of her desired to bear witness to the horrible show. Her tailhole spattered and sputtered; pockets of gas interspersed with the loathsome deluge sent flecks shooting out across the freshly soiled bedspread. She could hear the scat as it ejected sloppily beneath her, piling up with deceptively innocent *plips* and *plops*. She laid back, helpless as the pile grew, and cringing when she felt a hot mass of excrement slide down and smoosh against her butt. The seemingly unending flow was granted a brief intermission, though only to be followed by a voluminous:

*FFFRRRUMMMP*

Kite couldn't believe what was happening. She just laid there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the loose stool continue to trickle out of her poor rump. Right now, she felt nothing, save for the moderate relief brought on by her accident. She choked violently when the heavy cloud of stink reached her nostrils, invoking a mild nausea. Physically and mentally spent, her eyelids drooped and her mind began to drift. In spite of her predicament, she could have easily fallen asleep, if not for the faint sounds of footsteps in the distance. Her eyes shot open, and she reeled back into consciousness. Was she hearing things? The unmistakeable sound of the door slamming shut shattered this theory.

"Kite, we're home!"

Kite was still frozen in place. It was her mum's voice. They were home early!

"Oh my goodness... look at this mess!"

Her voice was drawing closer. She was obviously at the kitchen now, which Kite had left in an appalling state. The fridge was still open, the discarded chocolate and milk containers were strewn about the stained floors. Cookies and crumbs were everywhere. Why did she think she could clean it up herself? With reality crashing in on her, she looked at herself with sober eyes. It was not a pretty sight.

"Kite, you come here this instant! I... I hope you aren't in our room! Kite!"

Streaks of dried chocolate encrusted her fur. The rubber chew-toy, an innocent gift she had received on her birthday, was still half inside of her, its glistening red tip jutting up grotesquely between her legs. Not to mention the reeking, steaming pile of nastiness that lumped beneath her on her parent's favourite bedspread. It would have to be thrown out for sure now. The angry footsteps pounded down the hallway toward her. Stinging emotions of guilt and remorse welled up inside her, and she began to cry quietly. Tears rolled down her burning red cheeks, spurred on by the taunting voice that now simply repeated: "I told you so. Bad girl."

Kite had been a VERY bad girl indeed.

THE END