A New Breed
It was a chilly morning, early October sure was making an appearance by bringing cold winds. And though the air in my house was a tad bit nippy, I was sweating hot. Leaning against the kitchen counter, I sipped on my morning coffee as I tried to fight off the urge to pant. My body felt weird, like there was an itch I couldn't scratch and I was all too aware what it was.
My heat.
It was natural for a someone like me, a wolf anthro, to go into heat once every month, though I still wasn't used to it. I hated it in fact. I didn't have a boyfriend or lover, and I was too prude to go out to the bar and pick up a stud. So I stayed in my house, alone except for my German Shepard, Sarg.
That was another thing. He could smell my heat, so I had to keep myself doused with perfumes to keep my scent from making him go crazy. Not that I haven't thought about it before, my heat makes me do crazy things but I was too moral for that, plus a feral could impregnate me.
With a huff, I finished up my coffee and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water felt so good against my fur but it didn't wash away the burning feeling inside. With my body facing the hot stream, I ran a hand down my body, my fingers combing through my dark grey fur before the tips of my fingers teased at my sensitive clit. I lightly feathered my fingers along my slit, just barely sliding between my lips before sliding one finger fully inside of me. Oh it felt so good! But it wasn't enough. I needed something more.
Quickly I moved my hand away since I was only making it worse for myself, and finished up my shower before climbing out of the tub and wrapping a towel around my damp body. As I peeked out of the bathroom, I looked up and down the hall. No sign of Sarg. That silly mutt was probably somewhere sleeping, as always. I tiptoed to the bedroom where I made a B-line towards my vanity, which had my perfumes.
All too quickly, I picked on of my perfumes up but it slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor before rolling under the vanity. Ugh, of course, even gravity is working against me. I secured the towl around me before dropping down on my hands and knees, searching under the vanity for the vial; just then I felt something cold press against my folds, making me jump.
I turned my head to see my full grown Shepard standing behind me, his nose pressed against me, inhaling my unmasked heat scent.
"Sarg, get away from me!" I moved my hand to swat at him, but as he ran his broad tongue between my folds I trembled instead. Oh gods, that felt so good. My body betrayed me, and I watched in surprise as my own tail lifted to present myself like a willing bitch. That was all he needed. He continued to lick at my slit, the tip of his tongue dipping into my hole as he lapped eagerly as my arousal. My body shivered, and I arched my back as I let out soft, breathy moans.
I needed to stop, I needed to pull away but I couldn't. My body was acting purely on instinct, and I even whimpered when he pulled his tongue away. I turned my head to look at him again just as he reared up to mount me, his large paws wrapping around my hips, his pads resting on my thighs. The towel had now fell open, letting my breasts hang as I struggled to hold myself up under his weight.
He bucked his hips rapidly, trying to find his target, though with each time he missed, I felt his slippery member mat my fur with dribbles of pre. I needed him inside me, and soon I rocked against him, hoping he'd his his mark soon, which he did and he drove it home with a powerful thrust. I cried out as his large, swollen member filled me completely on the first thrust. Sarg then went to town, pounding into me over and over with an animalistic pace.
"Fuck. Yes Sarg! Fuck me like the bitch I am!" I was panting now, my body still rocking against him as he rammed into me over and over, the tip of his member pressing against my cervix each time. It wasn't long before I felt something larger press against my folds. His knot. There was no way it would fit. I knew this, and finally I tried to pull away but that idea was pushed out of my head when I heard him growl in my ear. I truly was his bitch, and he wasn't going to let me go until he bred me properly.
A few more rapid thrusts and I felt his thick knot push into me, stretching me to my limits. It hurt, there was too much inside, and now his tip was locked against my tender cervix, pushing past it. He came hard, I could feel it pouring into me, heating up my core. I can't say I didn't like it but part of me wanted to scream and pull away from him. Minutes past, the only thing I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears and his panting as he held me still, waiting for his knot to shrink enough to pull away from me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Seven Months Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sat on the couch, one hand on the remote as I flicked through the TV channels. I was almost falling asleep with boredom, since nothing good was on tv but a pressure inside of me made me perk up and smile. Looked down at my swollen belly, I rested a hand on it and rubbed, trying to sooth the pups kicking around inside. Beside me on the couch, Sarg watched me, his tail thumping against the brown leather. I was surely his bitch. And he was the father of my pups.
*This is my very first story with feral/anthro relationships. I don't know how I did. I hope you guys like it >.<