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It was late when Zachary was called into the main room of the house, late enough that servants had gone to bed and the house was quiet. The swell groomed young foxhound made his way down the double stairway and followed the lit gas lamps to his mother's room, his lips twitched up with amusement at the way that she had laid things out as if he were going to an ominous trip. Ominous looking, or at least, he supposed that's what she was going for, trying to make it appear as if he were going towards some sort of punishment. It was her way of trying to control him, attempting to show him some sort of dread for when she wanted to rebuke him and what he had been doing, or she suspected him of doing, she rarely caught him in the act after all. Instead, she would venture wild guesses in the hopes of making him confess his guilt. He was wise enough for both to keep out of trouble, at seventeen, he was nearly a man and she had no right to try and manage his affairs.

"You wanted to speak to me?" He drawled out as he opened the door and stepped into the drawing room, grinning even more when he saw her settled at the window.

_It's like she sets it up in the hopes that I'll be terrified like I was as a child. _ He thought with amusement, not even bothering to hide the fact he was ready to laugh.

"You were out in the taverns again." His mother spoke in a clipped voice, the same tone she had used all her life with him.

He had grown up to wealth and privilege, his father had died when he'd been ten and from that moment on he had simply waited to take on the wealth of the family name and estate. They owned an entire chain of factories that ran with precision along the east coast, they had handfuls of trading interest in the railways. He was set for life, needing to do little but keep a hand on the rein and allow men who set up a board to run things, only moving in when choices had to be made. He had more money than a small city, and the only person that even remotely cared what he did with it was his mother. The dark haired woman with equally dark eyes had always stood in his way of his experimental excesses. Curiosity was always in the back of his mind, a burn to understand, to experiment, to see what the world had for him if he only opened up his wallet and broadened his horizons.

"True, I had a lovely game of cards on the table and quite a few drinks." He agreed without a bit of shame. He was old enough now, she couldn't' stop him, he was his own man no matter what she tried to exert.

"And the girl?" Her voice hardened, eyes narrowing in a way that used to send him running in terror as a child, but now he saw the truth. She had no power of him since he had come of age.

"The girl was quite happy I can assure you, and satisfied at the end." He answered smugly and flopped onto a low backed couch with a smile on his face as he looked over at his mother with amusement.

He had spent far too much time spending his life obeying her rules. She was the one that had controlled his interests in his inheritance until he had come of age, doing her best to make sure that it had done well. He was grateful to her, he loved her, but he couldn't stand her getting in his way and telling him what to do anymore. He wasn't a little kid anymore, he was able to take a controlling interest in the company and business, he was able to hire servants or dismiss them, he was legally able to behave as an adult now, but sessions like this were all too common. She would feel the urge to take some point of his behavior to task and begin to lay out just where he had gone wrong. Lately it had been his trips into town with a group of young men who visited various bars and taverns, something that she had been able to latch onto and lecture him about on a near nightly basis.

She was lovely even with her age, caramel colored head with bold white streaks running down her muzzle, delicate ears that were perfectly formed. He had gotten his looks from her, or at least his fur pattern, it had the same marbling of black and copper along his neck and down along the line of his shoulders. He lolled his tongue out a bit in a slow smile as she stiffened and gave him a look, nearly curling a lip in anger at his flippant remark. He loved the way that he could tweak her just right, even if it was often annoying. She looked at him like he was a pup and nothing more. His little faux pas as nothing more than when he had jumped into mud puddle when he was little and consistently used the exact same tone as she had back then. It was none of her business who he rolled under a table as long as she didn't end up with pups to threaten his good name.

"And Elizabeth?" His mother's eyes narrowed slightly, flashes of green beneath the dark lashes. "I was told that you were supposed to attend a ball with her?"

"Why should I? We have servants that serve as her escort," He scoffed, not even blinking at the mention of his sister. "She doesn't even have anyone courting her yet, so hardly reason for me to follow her around scowling at anyone who so much as glances at her."

"Zachary!" She snapped and flattened her ears back to either side of his head. "You're legally her guardian, and that is the end of story. You must be with her in public, she is of an age to be courted, just as you are of an age to court instead of sniffing around bars."

"I'm legally in control," He answered and flicked his tail a little, turning his eyes towards his mother. "If she wishes to be courted, let her come to me, I care little if she wants to wed. As for me? I'll enjoy the easy laughter of the girls at a bar, not those stuffy girls. When I want one, I'll have one, it's not like I'm lacking for options."

"Do you have any idea what it looks like? Out at all hours! I've heard half a dozen rumors this week alone about you!" His mother stood up, her eyes flashing dangerously at him, dark nose twitching angrily. "Back in the old country you would never run wild like this!"

"Are you serious?" Zach nearly rolled his eyes out of his head at her comment about the old country.

"You know I am! Those others you run with, second and third sons, barely in line for inheritance, it doesn't matter what they do!" She flicked her fingers forward towards him. "I have had enough!"

Ever since he had been a pup he had been told about the old country, his mother came from an actual European line, though she'd lived her entire life in the states. Her accent was barely there, but she still made a point to compare everything to life there instead of here, especially when she was feeling especially cross about what was happening. He snorted and stood up from the couch with a toss of his head, straightening the edge of his jacket in annoyance. This had all gone too far and for too long, he wasn't young anymore and he wasn't going to live the next few years where he should be enjoying himself being spent under his mother's paw.

"And I've had enough!" He responded and felt a pang of guilt, but he shrugged it off. "I'm the man of the house, I'm the one in charge, I've grown up. If you don't like it, perhaps you should find a small place of your own so you don't have to-"

"ZACH!" His mother surged forward, her hackles actually up, her normally smooth neck bristling as she look at him. It wasn't outrage in her eyes, but anger, true anger flared in her eyes.

"MOTHER!" He mocked her tone, he couldn't help himself, if this was going to be the end of her dominion over him, he was grown up! He was an adult. "I'm going out, you can tell Elizabeth that tomorrow I will be happy to attend whatever function she really wants me to go too.."

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Lenia watched her son leave and felt torn between abject rage and despair as his tail left with a high handed wag to mock her with. He had been so sweet when he had been little, so much like his father. His father had been a fine upstanding man, dashing and motivated as he had moved up from his position as a groom at a young age to a man of wealth and power. It pained her that his legacy was a half-grown pup with ideals that he was going to run wild and suffer not a single consequence of his habits. He thought he was free and clear, young and male, rich, he was partially right in terms of normal people. No one in the village or the larger town beyond would think anything of a young wealthy man in their midst and what he indulged in. Well, perhaps they would frown, but they would little harm him as long as he didn't cause real problems.

But polite society... She thought and turned from the room with a sweep of her skirt. He has no idea how he is damaging our family reputation.

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He saw himself as above the law because of his money, but they traveled through a land of wealth, one of privilege as well and could damage everything that they had gathered. Trade deals were drawn up between men of power, and here in their area, that power was solidified with old blood instead of new. They could easily deny him rights to trade agreements, business opportunities, property buys, any number of things that he took for granted and they would deny him it. Because he was starting to have a reputation of being brash and wild, of being low born instead of born to money. A lovely bride, one with a name and titles of her own, money, that would be gone as well, because he saw himself as having little reason to hide what he was doing and how he acted.

The boy had no consequences for his actions. By the time he found them out it would be too late, because there would be no small plunge here, no minor fall, it would be a topple that would bring everything to ruin. The very idea made her pull her ears back as she padded out into the hall and glanced towards the partially open door that led into the night. She could hear one of the dogs barking and the sound of hoof beats as her son left for another night sinking his body into whatever girl would raise her tail to him. There was nothing she could say that was going to change his mind on that account, nothing that he'd do to realize that things were heading in the wrong direction until it was well and truly too late.

She grimaced slightly and moved to close the door as one of the dogs came trotting up to the front porch and passed by her nonchalantly. The elegant looking dane had been a gift to the boy when he had come into his own. He had never cared for hunting, neither had she, it reminded her too forcefully of their humble roots and they had money enough to spare for food. Bastian wasn't a hunter, the great harlequin beast was more of a lap dog despite his great size, and should have been a constant companion save her son preferred to spend his nights out. Nothing was going the way that she had envisioned it, nothing was playing out properly and it was all spiraling towards ruin no matter what she did.

_He has to learn consequences, he has to learn to control himself, he must learn at least a modicum of decency and what happens without it. _ She thought with an unladylike snort and sigh.

She closed the door with a loud crack as Bastian wagged his long tail back and forth behind him, the dark brown eyes turned up towards her with the calm obedience of any well trained animal. Some found it crass that she owned a dog, it was a bit too close to their own species for many, but she found the presence comforting. One creature that obeyed her and listened when she gave commands. She stared at the bold white and black coated animal and something clicked in her own mind, something she hadn't considered before. It was the sort of thought that made her suck in a breath at the very wrongness of it, but that did nothing to dismiss it. She had a problem, she had to control her son, and she had to educate him that was her duty as a parent. Normal means had failed, so why should she maintain normal means and watch him fall to ruin?

"Bastian, come." She patted her paw against her thigh and turned towards the stairs.

Somewhere in the house was an old trunk that had survived her trip from England, had survived even her rise to power. She had just hoped she would never have cause to open it again. She began to stride up the stairs as the great dane followed behind on massive paws, the dog's tail dancing back and forth behind him. The common beast had given her an idea and when her son returned, she intended to use it. He would learn consequences to his lack of control.

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"Nnf... just see to her.." Zach slurred slightly with a grin, feeling just drunk enough to be giddy as he padded out of the stable and the sleepy eyed groom that had come to take the mare from him.

The moon was still riding high in the air, it wasn't so late as all of that and he would still be able to get ample sleep before he started his day tomorrow. The young hound shook himself, ears flopping back and forth crudely, a habit his mother had tried to break him of from the time he had been tiny. It helped wake him up a bit more as he found his path towards the main house and opted for the servants opening instead of the main door. That way would likely just put him in view of his mother and he didn't want to continue the argument when he was having a good evening of things.

He felt warm and well, he had spent the evening playing cards with a group of his own friends and several military officers. It had been intriguing listening to their stories and it had certainly lured many a female over to gasp and giggle at what was being talked about. One of them, a rather spicy feline, had found their way into his lap and he had quite enjoyed her attentions. He had even knotted her, enjoying the way she had protested at first, yowling and squirming until it had gone all the way in, after that well... She couldn't get away and if she had truly disliked it she would have found a way to stop him. It almost made him wish he had found his way into a uniform, but that had been set aside from him with Elizabeth had been born a girl. No use in losing the only heir for something as foolish as war. He dismissed the brief thought as he stepped into the house and stripped out of his jacket and threw it over against one of the cabinets and began to strip off his shirt as well.

The house was blessedly quiet as he made his way through the narrow servant's stairway, they were all asleep and if his mother or sister were awake they were likely trying to ambush him in the main room or at the top of the stairs. He let out a breathy laugh to himself and ran up the stairs two at a time until he reached the tight hallway that would allow servants to enter into the bedrooms. His floppy ears pricked forward, listening intently, and hearing the telltale crinkle of a book page being turned. He didn't bother looking to see who it was, he wanted his bed and a good solid night of sleep for tomorrow. He set his hand-paw against the front of the door and pushed it open into his private suite, throwing his shirt to one side and reaching for his pants before even looking around.

"Like a common servant." His mother's voice was a low growl of anger that sent a shiver running down his spine, his body stiffening as he swung around and dropped his hands from his pants.

"I thought-" He started, but the words dropped from his lips as he faced the elegant foxhound in an outfit he had never seen on her.

She wore a loose blouse, scandalously flowing around her body and tucked into a pair of outrageous pants that would have been too snug even on a male, let alone her shapely curves. They clung to her like a second skin, soft white leather that rippled round her as she advanced on him with her ears kept tightly back to her head and a touch of stiffness in the way she moved. She had always been every inch the lady, taking pride in how she dressed and cared for herself, making sure that everything was exactly right so as not to gain scorn from better bred women. He didn't know what to do, he didn't even find his tongue as he stared at the aggressive swagger to her hips, the outrage that made her eyes seem to burn. He tripped against something and almost fell on his rump, the left over drink making the room spin slightly.

"Zachary, I have tried to be patient with you, you are a young dog, you are testing your boundaries, but you are finding none." His mother spoke softly, almost gently, the sort of gentle that made him swallow as he took another step away. It was like a tickling breeze before a storm. "I am going to help you find those boundaries."

"Mother.. I.." He started and his bare foot paw hit against something behind him, making him yip as there was a feeling of confusing spasms that ran the line of his under paw. "What is this?"

"Your leash, my son." Lenia murmured softly as he stared at the floor in bafflement.

There were lines of salt that ran in circles, twisting around and forming strangely intricate patterns and edged with red chalk. He had no idea what the patterns were supposed to be, they were pretty enough, but meant nothing to him except where his pays touched, he felt fain spasms and twitches. Her jerked away and set his paws wide apart while trying to figure out what was happening to him as his mother reached up and ran one of her paws just beneath the curve of his chin. It was a light touch, dancing just under his jaw line, stretching backwards with just enough to tease towards his cheek and the touch made him flush. He didn't know why, it was an immediate response to the caress.

"Leash?" He asked belatedly and felt the thumb pad stroking back and forth, the gentle touch drawing him forward.

He didn't keep an eye on the pattern on the floor save to try and avoid it when he moved his legs about, but he gradually came to the back of it and tried to step out to back away from his mother. His paws caught on nothing, back hitting what felt like a solid wall as the warmth tickled over him strangely. It wasn't unpleasant, it was strangely comforting as it slipped upwards and his mother's paws moved down along the white expanse of his chest. His breathing came a bit faster as the warmth spread through his body strangely with slow tendrils that curled and uncurled. The gentle movements of the fingers ran down the line of his stomach, trailing right along the dimpled opening of his navel. His mother's other hand moved up to catch against the edge of his pants and near the lacings that held them closed.

The heat was running over his skin, making it feel slightly swollen and his breath came in short bursts as his paws remained dropped to his side. He couldn't move, he didn't want to move as her mother's fingers trailed downwards as the lacings began to loosen and pull away from his body. He drew in a sharp breath, gasping it in and letting it out in a shivery burst of noise as the edges loosened and began to fall down along his hips. They dropped lower, sagging along the crease of his rump, baring the curve of his ass before it continued to the floor. He opened his muzzle to say something, his tongue dry as his sheath was pushed out into view, her gentle hands sliding down along the edges of his hips. The fabric fell down as he watched her, his eyes wide, body tensed up and shaking before the warmth ran over him again, drawing a whine from his throat as she stroked lower, tracing just along his inner thighs.

He didn't want to move, the touch was light and tender, a gentle move that made him arch himself up with a breath that was let out from his muzzle. His cheeks burned, embarrassed by the fact that his body was reacting to the feel fo the fingers running over him, trailing and running down lower so that the finger tips danced right up and along the inside of his thighs, making him spread them open a bit wider. He could feel the tip of his cock pushing outwards, sliding along his sheath, spreading it open as her fingers nearly danced right up along the swell of his orbs. He knew he should have been pushing her hands away, snapping out of his state to tell her to stop, to feel mortified his mother's paws were on him, but his mind only concentrated on the warm feeling of his skin and body, the way her fingers danced over him with a light brush as his cock began to push outwards, sliding higher up towards his lower belly.

He could feel the heat that was burning over him flared hotter as she leaned closer to him, he felt a cold nose against the curve of his hips, the dog was sniffing him as he snapped his tail down. Zachary's groan came out wildly as his cock pulsed and spilled out a rush of precum before her fingers lightly curled up along his tip, running around the edges with a gentle massage that made him pulse and twitch, his back arching forward. He broke through the feeling of being frozen and arched forward as his mother stood up high enough to meet him eye to eye, her fingers so gentle on his shaft, rubbing and gathering up his sheath to pull upwards before the slow pulling down again so that his toes curled. What was happening? This was so wrong, it was terribly wrong, he knew it was, he had never considered his mother in this way, but now his breathing was coming in short heavy bursts, his tongue spilling out and hanging from his parted muzzle.

"You are a little more interested in listening now, aren't you?" Lenia murmured softly, her voice still holding a slight edge as the fingers pinched lightly against his sheath.

"Mother.." He panted shallowly and tipped his ears to either side, closing his eyes in pure pleasure as the fingers rubbed more firmly against the heavy pouch.

He couldn't keep himself from thrusting forward against her, grinding and pushing against her finger tips, his body shuddering as his entire body felt as if it were growing more and more swollen. His cock was stiffening, sliding free and sending little dribble of wetness along his fur as he arched forward. He couldn't move his paws well in the drawing on the floor, but he could hunch forward into his mother's touch as she stroked him and pulled, squeezing to the point of almost delightful pain as his tail flicked up high behind him. She didn't grasp his cock, instead, she kept rubbing along his sheath, teasing it and pulling it up until the lips felt heavy and swollen as they pulled up towards his tip and then drew backwards towards the base of his cock with a gentle little pull. His breath came out in a soft wheezing noise, shuddering a little bit and squirming as he opened his eyes, wanting and trying to pull his shaft down into his own mother's paw.

_What's wrong with me? _He wondered, his mind snapping back briefly, but it was too hard to maintain that thought when she was teasing him, sliding forward and making him arch his back in pleasure.

It was when she was pulling along his sheath that he realized something wasn't right, something that was changing under her finger tips and he didn't know what to do about it. He squirmed forward, nearly falling against her as her hand moved around to curl along the nape of his neck and gave a gentle squeeze, almost, but not quite, scruffing him. It made his muscles relax as he panted out, his short heavy breath coming out as he felt his cock drawing backwards along his belly, but he wasn't growing any less aroused, it was only growing worse. His body was throbbing, his heart pounding in his ears, making them feel warmer by the moment, and her hand was pushing along his sheath slowly, rubbing strangely until he was squirming in place. Something wasn't right with what was happening, but the hold of her paw on his nape made him relax, he loved the way she was kneading and teasing him so that he couldn't manage to protest.

He could smell her warm familiar scent before she leaned backwards, her smile sly and smug while her fingers slid downwards towards the swell of his balls. When she moved back he was able to open his eyes and look down along the line of his body. Zachary whined out shallowly, his eyes widening as her fingers teased along orbs that were drawing tighter up between his legs, seeing his loins as if he had never seen them before. His sheath was heavier and bunched along his lower belly, his cock was growing smaller by the moment, retreating right along the line of his belly so that only a few thick inches of crimson shaft was jutting out from the opening. He whined softly and then let out a trembling breath as his mother's paw kneaded his scruff again, putting just enough pressure on it to draw it back to make him grow limp.

His orbs were pulling up tighter by the moment, drawing between his legs while he groaned out and let out a hot breath, the pressure growing while his orbs began to pull up to snug against his body. Her fingers worked and pressed upwards, helping them while his body began to stretch and strain, parts of him shifting as his stomach did a strange flip flop. His cock was growing smaller, thinning down, retreating rapidly, his harsh pants bursting free steadily, chest rising and falling. His alarm was fading with the beat of his heart, it was the pounding rush that built itself up and made his chest tight. His sheath was changing, fattening and growing into a spade shape, fat lips starting to spread open wider as his cock shrank down. It was retreating between the lips, he suddenly realized what was happening, the pink fleshed folds were turning into a spade shaped bitch sex that was parted open to show a glimpse of the inner lining.

"Mother.. please.." He gasped out, but his mother's fingers curled up gently, pushing upwards so his head tilted back. His back hit the back of the post on his bed, eyes squeezing shut.

"Hush..." She murmured as his cry turned into a keen as his cock drew backwards, sliding between the bitch lips to dwindle and disappear.

It was burning, he couldn't breathe, his stomach felt as if it were lit on fire, searing through him until he couldn't do more than lower his head down and gasp out. He couldn't look, everything was shifting inside of him, shifting and transforming while his tail swung behind him. A cold nose jabbed right up against the side of his hip, a little nudge and rub that startled him as his mother's fingers tenderly slipped up and trailed just between the soft smooth folds. It was a gentle probe as he felt his orbs shifting through his belly, withdrawing to leave his inside legs bare. His harsh noises trembling out while the finger gently began to spread the lips open, lightly rubbing to make him fall backwards. His rump hit the bed, falling away from his mother with a short yelp of shock, eyes refocusing briefly as she stood above him with a smile lingering on her muzzle.

"Consequences and self-control, my son, you must learn about them, and what happens when you listen only to your own bodies needs and desires." She spoke softly, but firmly, but Zachary was staring downt he line of his body in shock.

His once proud sheath and balls were gone entirely, instead, his white underbelly was smooth all the way down to an enflamed puffy looking mound that was resting between his legs. He swallowed, squeezing out a whimper as he spread his legs open wide. The cunny was perfect, smooth and pale pink with snowy white fur around the edges and a few black spots just along his inner thighs showing off the vulnerable lips that were left to anyone to peer at him and see his shame. He was able to push off the marking on the ground, scrabbling on the bed and trying to figure out what had just happened. His mind felt weighed down and strange, he was being held and swallowed under by a strange sensation of warmth that was spreading. His body felt weighed down, sensitive with the pulsing of his ears throbbing in time with his heart.

"H-how is this supposed to teach me that?" His voice sounded slightly broke as his mother moved to sit on the bed neatly, her paw tracing up along his thigh.

"You've not learned consequences to your actions. Mount a female and you believe you risk nothing, because you do not see the larger picture" She stroked his leg and he jerked away as a cold nose stuffed against the line of his leg. Bastian was snuffling at him, the cropped ears pricked up high on his head with interest. "Perhaps if you experience consequences intimately, you might see the dangerous path you're going down. You might begin to learn how to control yourself."

"I... there's nothing wrong with mounting a female. I have every ability to control myself." He answered and then let out a shallow groan as her finger tip lightly traced along the outer edge of his fold and drew a startled moan from his throat, one he tried to stop. "Please don't.."

"You have control? Self control?" She asked and he nodded his head rapidly, swallowing as her finger traced along the fat outer lip. "Prove it, my son, show me your control."

He opened his mouth to answer, but her finger deliberately curled in between his folds and brushed right along the tight nub that had once been her cock. It was a brush of her finger that had him writhing back against his bed, he couldn't think as she teased over the swollen puffy inner folds, making his heart leap up so he could almost taste it beating. It made his mind struggle to work, it was being pushed under the edges as he arched and felt the finger dipping down a bit more firmly, sliding forward while his mother leaned over him and made a soft noise in her throat. It was a sweet sound as an elegant finger lightly curled forward and began to spread his inner lining, his walls being spread open wider and wider while he arched himself up in a short movement before dropping back down again, her smile sliding open a bit wider at the reaction.

Her finger began to push forward, as low steady push forward that began to push right up against a narrow opening that he had never possessed. The first feel of it pushing forward brought him up, but her hand slid right beneath his jaw lightly, soothing him. He felt a moment of panic as the finger dug forward and began to press and stretch his passage open with a steady forceful curl that made him feel the wall spreading wider and wider. It was like nothing else he had felt the in the world as the finger tip parted the tight little opening wide, sliding in a ring that made him curl his toes and cry out softly. It wasn't a cry of protest, he couldn't protest, it sent pleasure firing through him as his tender new passage was invaded by the gentle stroke and rub forward, curling just enough that he could whimper out, the shallow noise bursting free and he rocked his hip upwards, an inch of thick feeling finger pushing in and pushing out something slick. Oh god.. he was growing wet.

"H-how?" He panted, the sound ragged and rough as he tried to work his tongue right, his body felt all wrong, strange new sensations were building.

"Deny him." She whispered softly in his ear, leaning forward to gently kiss against his cheek. "Deny him and you will be free, only deny him."

"Deny.." He felt the finger pulling out slowly and drew a high pitched whine from his throat, making him finish the sentence in a pant. "who?"

"Him." She ran her finger along his inner thigh and moved it before a cold nose touched his inner thigh and made him nearly jerk his leg away as a hot breath panted out against him.

Zach's eyes flashed wide as he remembered the dog that had been in the room, the occasional touches of the animal that had distracted him, but now he looked down at the large blocky head and eyes that were studying him. The nose was working, twitching and wriggling, sucking in the breaths in short little bursts, the tail wagging back and forth behind him as he grew more interested in what he was smelling. His immediate response was to jerk back, his legs drawing up onto the bed as the dog's large muzzle slid forward and brushed along his inner thigh. He snapped his ears backwards and pulled his legs together, but the nose began to push up higher along his inner thighs, the breath hot and teasing right towards the swollen puffy folds. He felt it tickling over him, running over the edges and making his entire body tense up in a mixture of shock and pleasure as the cool nose slid up higher. He knew he should have pushed his dog's head away, the very idea was shocking and mortifying as the black and white dane drew in a deep full breath of his scent, but all it felt was tension and warmth as the tongue flicked outwards and brushed just along his inner thighs.

The sheer state of the puffy bitch folds gave lie to his state, they were drawn taut with heat, he could even taste it on the air, and that only made things more confusing for him. The scent of a female in heat, unhampered by the sweet scents and oils designed to keep proper ladies from being embarrassed about their bodies. It was a scent he adored, lusted after, that triggered so many parts of him to burn hot, but he no longer possessed those parts, instead he was feeling new places throbbing and beating with increased need. His lower body warming and he moved backwards, nearly falling against his mother as Bastian's long tongue suddenly plunged out and ran right between his legs, his muzzle forcing them open with a lavish stroke that drew a high pitched cry from his throat. Hot silken muscle roiled and rubbed upwards, spreading the spade shaped folds open to lavish the stroke upwards and pushed its way inwards.

Zach's eyes squeezed shut, he had to control himself, he needed to push the dog away and sit up, he needed to grab his pants and cover up the newly created cunny and keep himself safe. His mother moved on the bed, her hand drawing his head towards her, making his eyes open wildly before the dog's tongue pushed out again. His body seized, it was soft heat and warmth, it spread all over the tender outer lips and pushed them open, lavishing it with a stroke that dragged wet slippery saliva over him before pushing inwards. He could feel himself growing wet, the bitch-sex slickening in natural reaction, the juices being scooped up as the hot scent of arousal was growing on the air. His breathing coming in a shaking burst, tongue sneaking through from between his lips.

"Where is your self control, my son?" His mother murmured into his floppy ear, her fingers running along the nape of his neck. "You have bragged you possess it, so where is it?"

"I.. Nnnn..." Zachary closed his eyes as the dog's muzzle pushed harder against his mound and started to lick harder, pushing and nudging, twisting and curling to spread the puffy lips open wider and wider, yawning the virgin lips apart. "I.. need to think.."

Yes, he needed to think, he knew he did, his mind was struggling to find solid ground to think, but then the tongue began to push forward right into the narrow opening, the hot breath tickling along his lower belly. His folds were spread wide as the dane's broad tongue started to push its way forward, Bastian's eyes closed as the powerful velvety appendage pushed into his passage and began to nudge the walls open wider. It found new places, places swollen and the nerves raw feeling to make him arch upwards in pleasure, shaking and leaning his head back. He forgot his mother's voice, her presence, his mind was concentrating only on the way the dane was exploring her. He was slurping up the taste greedily, the bed shifting weight as the dog's paws came down on either side of the mattress and the tongue dug in deeper. Parts of his body never touched were caressed and slathered with wetness, his own juices spilling out, he was mortified to feel himself growing wetter for the feral beast, reacting so needily that he wanted to break free.

There was a reason most families tended to avoid keeping certain animals as pets, those that were too close to their own species could be unpredictable. He knew that equines refused to deal with anything other than cattle, their daughters too precious to find a stallion stalking them. It was the same all over the country, but he had always been fond of Bastian. True, he had a sister and mother, but the females in his family had always been cautious and the dog hadn't shown any tendency to be attracted to them. He had even gone to pains to make sure that he had been well trained in boundaries and behaviors to discourage any embarrassing tendencies. They could breed true with anthros, that was the terrifying part, they were just close enough that it was not unheard of for a female to bear offspring from the joining. Now, now the large dog was shunning all training, swallowing down the hot taste of estrus, the tail wagging rapidly as the black and white muzzle pushed forward hard enough that the tongue writhed in deeper to make Zachary moan out, the sound breathy and filled with need.

After a few moments, the dane pulled his tongue out with a wet noise, the hot panting breath rushing against his aching loins before a paw dug in against his hip. For a moment, his mind was nothing but white noise and fire, not understanding what was happening. The dull claws hooked against his hips and he realized that Bastian was trying to pull him up, and that drew the foxhounds eyes down along his pet's undercarriage. Several inches of violet-crimson cock was jutting out of the low swung sheath, obscene looking, more bestial than his own had been, bringing with it a myriad of scents that flooded his slender muzzle. He blinked slowly, trying to remember what was happening, he knew that he had to get away, but that knowledge was dissolved when the muzzle leaned down and lapped over the swollen spade shaped folds again.

"Let me help.." A warm voice whispered in his ear, and hands touched his shoulder, lightly pushing up to turn him against the bed. "Just like this, on your stomach."

_This.. is this right? _He thought and swallowed, his heart hammering so fast that he felt almost sick, the arousal and lust making it impossible to sort himself out.

It was so much easier to roll over, the small voice in his mind was nothing compared to what his body was telling him, what the touches were telling him. They overwhelmed him ruthlessly, giving no quarter as his belly was soon pushed against the edge of the bed and the dog's muzzle pushed beneath his tail. He lifted it up, whining out shallowly as the velvety appendage began to push itself into his passage with a powerful caress designed to spread him open. It was like nothing in the world, his body locked in the moment of pleasure, thinking of nothing else but the fact he needed this, wanted it, his body screaming for something he wasn't prepared for and didn't care. The hot tongue slurped through him, dragging backwards, pulling along the newly made sex, polishing along the nub that had once been his cock, making him shudder as he pushed his hips high in the air, foot paws touching the ground so he was entirely bared to the massive canine.

The head nuzzled along his spine before the weight shifted, the sudden heave of weight hit along the curve of his lower back, pushing his tail to one side as heavy paws curled up along either side of his hips with a drag of the claws. Zachary briefly snapped into reality as the hot puffing breath kissed against the nape of his neck and his hips were yanked backwards by the too large Great Dane. Bastian was huge, the animal's back easily came up to the middle of his waist, when he stood up he would tower above his master's and now the body was shoving forward as the haunches tucked up close. Something hot and slimy dragged right up against his inner thighs as the dog shifted and humped forward with a shower powerful jerk forward. Wetness spilled out while he squirmed in place, pushing his hands under him, tongue falling out, he didn't care what was really happening, he wanted this, all he knew was his need as the dog's slimy cock pushed and rubbed, tapping under his tail.

He felt a hand sliding along his hip, his mother moving beside him as teeth nipped against the nape of his neck, catching slightly while the boned spire jabbed and shoved roughly against him, the dog's breath coming in short bursts. The paws kept shifting on his belly, there was nothing natural about this, nothing acceptable, his own pet was suddenly shifting as a paw moved and dragged the glossy boned cock down right towards his enflamed lips and kissed the tip right against him. Zachary had only a moment to realize the threatening bare flesh was pushing right up against his folds before the dog tightened the grip on his paws and lunged forward with a brutal powerful thrust.

"AAAAHHHH!!!" He cried out, his jaws opening wide, eyes snapping open as his virginal body was stuffed with glassy smooth dog cock for the first time in his life. In true feral fashion, Bastian didn't give him time to adjust or ease in, just a single powerful stroke.

The untried enflamed flesh clamped down tightly around the feral length at stuffed itself into him, pushing out a mixture of saliva and juices from his body as the Great Dane whined and shuddered, the heavy haunches driving forward to force over half the boned length into his passage. He felt wet precum jetting out inside of him before the hips jerked backwards, yanking and pulling taut along the swollen spade shaped sex, causing Zachary to clutch tighter around his dog, squeezing in reaction before the hips lunged forward again. Inch by inch was force fed into his needy body, pushing the walls open wider and wider, delving impossibly deep until he was almost scared he was about to break. The internal walls caressed and closed down, squeezing and rippling in an attempt to adjust to the sheere size that was spreading him wide. His puffy outer lips rapidly thinned down to a lewd O as the dog's next thrust drove the sheath right up to rub along the puffy outer folds.

Bastian's paws clutched him, they dragged him back to help keep him in place as the powerful haunches started to thrust wildly against him, short powerful movements. The withdraw was enough to make him cry out, his paws grabbing at his own covers, his eyes squeezed shut in humiliating pleasure as the glassy shaft teased and rubbed, finding places that shocked him with a rush of pleasure as wetness was pushed out from his wide spread folds, making them gape open lewdly before the draw back. It was too big, the shaft almost terrifyingly large compared to his body, but somehow he kept stretching around him. Zachary's body writhed and twisted, squirmed and struggled as the heavy weight pushed harder against him and the hind legs spread open to cup around his outer thighs as the sheath drove harder up against his swollen lips, forcing up an obscenely wide base, driving and squeezing forward as it was pushed free of the low hanging pouch.

He squirmed and arched harder, but the weight pinned him in place as his entire body was taken, every part being stroked made his muscles suckle and squeeze, he was growing wetter. He could feel and hear the wet noises, the arousal was being pushed out around the cock as the knot ground itself right up against his puffy outer folds and started to stretch them open wider and wider. Each grind pinned against his clit, teasing it until he was letting out shallow yelping cries, whining and squirming. The need flaring through his belly, building up rapidly, it was a fire that consumed him. There were no thoughts, only the feral need to be filled, the knot pushing and wedging, forcing inwards, pushing free of the sheath as he splayed his legs open wider. The inside walls were pushed wide, the outer lips pushing up in a tight ring as Bastian's hips shuddered and the thrusts shortened, the knot constantly creating a new pressure that was forcing its way home.

Zachary's entire body tensed, his eyes snapping open as the knot sank home with a wet squelching noise, forcing its way into his tender body, causing him to lock up and clutch, trying to hold the stiff boned length entirely inside of him. The hips pounded, claws digging in tightly before the knot yanked backwards with a popping noise before the next thrust forward fed him the powerful length. The foxhounds body suddenly gave up, it was hot and cold, the muscles tensing and quivering as he cried out loudly. God, how he knew that sound, the pleasured eruption of a bitch being mounted, his body caught in the heat of orgasm so unlike others he had felt, and it swallowed him down. The knot drove home and he squeezed around it, feeling it flaring open wider, stretching and inflating to make his cunny look puffy and swelled wide the dane's shuddering hips kept pumping against him, but the yanks back drew his hips with the dane's haunches as the knot refused to pull free.

Every pulse and twitch, he felt it, it was a torment of pleasure as he writhed and twisted, the heavy furred orbs were pushed up along his inner thighs before it began. He felt it, the wide apex of the knot was throbbing and the balls moving before the narrow tip drove itself right along a barrier deep inside of him. Zach's shuddering form trapped as well as any bitch, and he didn't care, he couldn't care, all he knew was the fire and burn before the first hot spray of cum erupted from the narrow tip and hit deep inside of him. So rich feeling, spraying out in a pressured stream as the entire cock swelled and bloated his birthing passage, streaming out sperm rich seed into his unprotected lower belly, shooting it towards the ripe ready womb. The foxhound was shaking, breathing hard, eyes closed, he didn't try to jerk away as another spray streamed inwards, flushing deep while the quivering and contractions of his own body milked the dog greedily for what he was pumping inwards.

Zachary's head dropped down to the covers on the bed, whining out shallowly as his womb was glutted with millions of sperm already, spreading through him and seeking deep towards the fertile ovum nestled deep inside of him. He knew he should have been panicking, twisting and fighting, but he couldn't make his relaxed muscles work as he remained in place, feeling every squirt soothing the ache so deep within. A warm hand slid down to trace along the line of his back, a familiar paw rubbing down to trace along the edge of his ear as his mother caressed him while he was being bred. Her fingers running until his head was lifted up from the bed, eyes unfocused and feeling the trailing touch running along his jaw. Another warm rush of cum pumped into his body, flushing deep as the smallest creamy trickle escaped from around the knot. He felt it dribbling down, coating his inner thighs as his breath coming out in shaking bursts.

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Lenia looked at her son, his body pinned with his trim lower stomach starting to show a slight swell as the great dane emptied his seed into the vulnerable womb. There was no hint of control there, he hadn't protested, not truly, he hadn't struggled or fought, he had given himself over to the animal from the moment the tongue had started to work over that swollen cunny. Already she knew that the flush of seed was spreading deep into the estrus flushed womb, threatening to fill her son with a litter of shame for what he'd done. Her lips quirked up a little bit as she kept stroking him, feeling him shaking as Bastian shifted and turned about, swinging a hind leg over his new bitch's rump to stand ass to ass with the fox hound, tail wagging slowly back and forth as the heavy shaft remained lodged deep inside of the newly made passage.

It would take months to teach him, train him, the next week she would begin to teach him control using the Great Dane. There was little doubt in her mind that Bastian would mound the boy again and again, each time increasing the chances for a swollen belly, but even if that was a consequence, it would teach him what he needed to learn. He would learn how to control himself, he would have too, she would not be changing him back immediately, instead she would allow him to struggle along. He would learn how to say no to those rough friends in the taverns, how to decline females of the night that wished his affections, he would turn his attention to the business as there would be little to keep him focused outside of that. There would be no reason for other families to frown at him, withdrawing the idea of supporting their family with an offer of marriage.

A harsh lesson, harsher than I would wish, but one he must learn. She thought as she watched the lower belly starting to swell, the sheer amount of seed inflating his slender belly. If he carries a litter, that will be an even more important lesson.

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She would turn him back, she had no doubt, but if he birthed a litter she would keep them close to home. They would be bastards, of course, likely they would be born as dogs such as Bastian, but they might also be born as proper children, but it little mattered. They would be cared for and supported, and they would be a visible reminder to her son what losing control of himself meant. The consequences to his actions could never be escaped, but... She wondered just how long it would take him to control himself enough to deny the Great Dane his desires. A smile curled her lips as she ran a hand down his back, watching the orbs twitching as they continued to seed the boy, they'd not be separating for quite some time..