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Joseph had been looking forward to it all week. Something about those questions really riled him up. He was astonished how detailed and [i]explicit[/i] some of those questions were on the survey. Maybe sex was the whole point. It could have been that it was all just an elaborate setup for a quick hookup, but hell, he was happy to take that too. The fang cat, the big strong smilodon was on a bit of a cold streak, and as romantic as he was feeling, he really needed someone to break that streak with. Preferably several times.

All he had was a table number. That had been mailed to him physically at some point in the days leading up to the event. He still had no idea who was hosting the whole thing, or what their intentions were. Hopefully it wasn't some sort of viral marketing thing. That was the only thing that would have really disappointed him. One at a time, him and other big guys and gals alike stepped through the door to find their mysteriously assigned partner. When Joseph made eyes at his match, he nearly knocked her out of her chair from a look alone.

A long-toothed smile spread across his face when he saw the husky jump. She stiffened and slid back in her chair, getting both hands over her muzzle before she yipped in surprise. A pair of bright blue eyes were open wide, staring at him, never seeming to blink. Such a soft, fluffy, squishable girl she was, even from a glance. The chub on her figure made him want to just dash over there and scoop her up on the spot, but that might have made her pass out, from the way she was looking at him, clearly blushing intensely beneath her fur.

For all the urges the sight of her inspired, getting closer to her made his own instincts grow all the more powerful. He could feel the warmth radiating off of her before he even sat down. Canine pheromones probably shouldn't have worked on him so effectively, but one huff was all he needed to know that cute bitch was in heat and it was only getting worse the longer she looked at him. Had she been that way the whole time, or was simply laying eyes on him enough to send her breeding urge into overdrive? He grinned to himself at the thought of that, finally taking his place in the chair across from her.

“Well. Hi there. I'm Joseph. I think I can already tell we're going to get along [i]really[/i] well."

“Wh - why do you say that?" The heat radiating from her only got more intense. He wouldn't have been surprised to see her cheeks ignite. “Oh, and I'm Layla, but ..."

“Layla. That's a sweet name. So. Getting a little heated tonight?"

Her voice fell to a very soft whimper. “What?"

“Oh, you know. Feeling the season? Those instincts kicking in?" When she just stared at him, either not knowing what he was talking about or just pretending not to, he leaned across the table. “Caught you in the middle of your heat, did I? How convenient. And dangerous."

“Ohmygod I'm so sorry ..." she blurted, tossing her hands in the hair. “I was just ... everything was going fine and then my mind started wandering. We're been waiting here for a while honestly. And then I just ... I felt it start. And it wouldn't stop. And I started thinking about who might come through that door ..."

“Well." Joseph slipped back in his chair again so she could have a good look at him. “Am I everything you hoped I'd be?"

“ ... betterrrr." She moaned that, then covered her mouth again for a few seconds to contain herself. “I'm not just saying that. I saw some of the other guys, and I thought, oh god not him. Just ... too much. I was hoping for someone more ... well, I don't know ... someone I'm not afraid of."

He tipped his head at her. “You're sure you're not a little afraid? You don't have to be. But you haven't held still for a second since I saw you."

“I knowww ... you're still plenty scary ... but in a comfortable way. I just ... “ She stopped, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes for several seconds before continuing. Looking at him directly, she spoke with much more confidence, or maybe that was just urgency. “Can you ... can you [i]help[/i] me?"

“I can do that." Joseph slowly stood. “I don't think we can do that [i]here[/i] though. But maybe you have somewhere in mind."

“Oh thank god, I just ..." She finally managed to laugh at herself. “It kind of felt like I was going to die. This one's really bad."

“Well. You know what they say." Joseph gave her a flirty look from above. “Your place or mine?"

Layla took a moment before she got up. “Oh, mine actually! I, um. There might be some useful stuff there."

“Now that makes me arch a brow. Are you going to tell me what sort of [i]stuff[/i] that might be, or do I just have to guess?" Joseph was beaming at her at that point.

“You don't have to guess! Just wait a little. You'll see. It's better that way, anyway."

She looked around, as if scanning for the closest exit. Joseph knew he had to get her out of there fast. She was like a ticking bomb, ready to go off, or to wrap herself around the first guy she saw. He needed that to be him. Taking her hand seemed far too formal for such an occasion. He sized her up just a moment and then he just went for it. She was a little chubby, but that didn't stop him from reaching out for her hips to pick her up. By the way she so eagerly wiggled into his grasp, she was okay with that, even if she giggled nervously when he actually did it.

With a horny husky leaning against his chest, breasts and belly squished to his strong body, Joseph proudly strolled out the front door without so much as a word of complaint from any of the other members. As for who was running the whole thing, he still had no idea, but he was just thankful he went through with the whole crazy process so he could meet her. Once they were out on the street, he gripped her a little harder just to keep her close, but he realized something.

“You might have to give me directions. Is it far?"

“It's not, but you don't have to carry me the whole way, silly!"

“Maybe I want to." He gave her a smile, and then caught her eye in such a way that didn't need further explanation before the two of them moved in for their first kiss.

Even that, Layla needed so badly she was moaning into his mouth in moments. They made out right in front of the bar, listening to the cars passing them by. Joseph couldn't help squeezing her butt a little, kneading into that lovely cushion, and he got a little spark of something that had his pants bulging just a little more than usual. When they pressed so closely together, of course she felt that, but being modest wasn't exactly the point of their whole meeting. She probably would have kept making out with him all night if he let her, but he had to pull back from that kiss for her own good.

“Okay. I'd totally take you right here on the sidewalk, but for one it's pretty cold tonight, and for two that's kind of illegal. Wouldn't want to be interrupted when I'm giving you exactly what you need so bad. So! Left or right?"

Layla gave him a brief dreamy look. Maybe she was picturing getting pressed up against the brick wall and fucked in front of everyone who passed them by. She finally answered with a wag of her tail. “To the left, noble steed!"

“Hey, don't tease, I could drop ya any second!"

“Hope I'm not too heavy or anything ..."

He saw that brief downcast glance and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Dropping his voice to a lower rumble was just the thing to banish those worries.

“You feel how hard I'm getting for you right now? You smell so good. You're so soft and fluffy. I'm going to fuck you so many times."

She wiggled again. Getting in just the right spot so his bulge could press around the plump outline of a puffy canine pussy, of a prominent spade that would have been clear if was wearing anything tight, she whispered again.

“Not a dealbreaker, is it?"

Joseph had to get a better feel for himself. There were cars passing the two of them by, getting a full view of him reaching up her skirt for a grope, but if Layla didn't mind, neither did he. He felt around her inner thigh, feeling the dampness there, letting the warmth guide him until he laid his fingers on her puffy pussy. Just one good feel of it was enough to make her yip and pull away.

“Nnnn ... it's too sensitive, don't tease until it's [i]time[/i] ... please ..."

With a nod, he withdrew. To make up for it he just growled with lust and went in for a nip on her neck that brought a shaky whimper that only got louder when he finally spoke the answer she was waiting for.

“That's the opposite of a dealbreaker. You've got exactly what I expect from a needy, breedable bitch like you."

“Nnhnnhnn ..."

“That was a good moan. Three syllables, at least. Now let's get you home."

Off they went, with Joseph easily supporting her weight the whole way, pressing his fingers deeper and deeper into her juicy butt with every step. She broke from her whimpering and panting and wagging every now and then to tell him to turn. It was just a full two blocks away, but he'd carried bigger ladies home. His arms weren't even tired by the time they got to the front door of her place - a cozy house with plenty of yard for their future offspring to play in, he couldn't help but think when he strolled up the front steps.

He had to set her down so she could actually unlock the door. That didn't mean he was taking his hands off of her though. Stepping up behind her put his ever-growing bulge right between her shoulder blades. He was a lot bigger than her. And his cock just kept filling out the longer he was close to her, the more he breathed her horny scent, the less he felt like he could control himself. Laying his hands on her shoulders might have started as a gentle massage while she fumbled with her keys. Yet by the time she was about to unlock the door, he was blatantly grinding and humping her, much to her wagging delight, with her tail beating against one of his legs.

“Okay! Let's get in there!"

Joseph really had to fight down the temptation to pounce her from behind as soon as the door was open. The feline instinct was strong, but he didn't want to hurt her. Thick as she might have been, she was still a lot smaller than him. He didn't want to hurt her, aside from the possibility of a little tenderness once he was really done reaming her. She turned around and slowly backed into her place, wiggling too much to walk in a sexy way. Her sheer excitement was hot in its own way. A glance around the place revealed the cute, welcoming decoration of a smart doggy who had good taste in art and definitely loved to read, but really getting to know her could come later. He knew how urgent things were, which was why he spoke only a single word.

“Bedroom."

“Heeee ..." she snorted with laughter and swooned all at once somehow. “This way."

He followed her, closely, touching her, squeezing her, even giving her butt a small whap. It was almost imperceptibly gentle, but it still made her give a little [i]nnh[/i] anyway. He made a note of that for later. In the meantime, he all but chased her up the stairs, until she was panting a little and giggling alike. As soon as the door to her bedroom was open, she was fair game, as far as he was concerned. She didn't so much as manage to get the light flicked on before he scooped her up and hauled her to the bed, planting her down firmly on her back so he could kiss her all over, lick her, nibble her with soft touches of her fangs, and absolutely rob her of every single article of clothing she was wearing as quickly as possible.

Her squirming didn't help him, but he didn't complain. It was fun to watch her totally unable to control herself like that. He started at the top. Unbuttoning her pretty blouse, he took a moment to run his hands through her hair and give a little tug to her braids. Another small but noticeable sound of pleasure escaped her parted lips at that. Noted. When he got her down to her bra, he immediately went for her belly. She had a lovely soft, jiggly middle and he squeezed as deeply into it as he could, kneading, squishing, until she couldn't help giggling at him.

“That tickles ..."

“In a good way?"

“Sort of! Is it, you know ..."

He knew what she was going to ask. They'd already been over it, but maybe she was having a little confidence drop, just trying to believe such a hot guy was so horny for her. He made a small shushing sound and maneuvered himself over her so he could hump her leg like a horny dog himself while he played with her middle. That probably got the point across.

Eventually of course he had to move up to her breasts, which were so elegantly lifted by her bra. A good squeeze of those gave him a solid, overflowing handful each, and brought a moan from her that was probably audible to her neighbours on both sides and across the street. Again, he jotted something down in his mind to use for - or perhaps against - her later.

Before he could get to that, he still had work to do. That skirt had to go. He reached right up it to get a good grope of her tightly outlined spade, feeling just how much wetness had soaked into her cute little panties. Then he started grabbing. Not her, but every piece of clothing that kept him from seeing her totally naked. Tugging, dragging, and almost pulling her right off the bed in his enthusiasm, he eventually managed to steal her skirt, her panties, and her stockings too, and all without ripping anything either. That was an accomplishment in itself, but that was all the care he was giving her pretty clothing. Away it went, tossed over his shoulder so he could get to his prize.

That slick, shiny spade of a dog cunt was giving off steam for how much heat Layla was putting out. Joseph barely got a chance to look over the details before he was muzzle-deep in it, burying his head between her thighs no matter how much she squirmed and shrieked with pleasure and surprise alike. If he had to take her by the hips and hold her down just so he could keep her where he needed her, he would. For the moment, she simply clutched at him, tugging his ears and hair a little as she scrambled to deal with the shock of pleasure that came with a big, strong, fangy cat sniffing the pheromones right from her pussy. Joseph made sure to get his senses thoroughly saturated in her before diving in further. Dwelling in her needy perfume for long enough was starting to make him feel like a big dog himself.

He was still clothed, something which made itself more and more apparent the longer he sniffed her. Joseph definitely heard the fabric tearing, giving in under the pressure of just how [i]hard[/i] she was making him. He could always buy new pants. Dog pussy was worth any sacrifice. Especially one that [i]juicy[/i]. Joseph rubbed his face all over Layla's slick spade until his entire muzzle was drenched in her lust. She was putting out such a mess, absolutely dripping, and that was before he even started properly pleasuring her. Part of him wanted to cover his ears in anticipation of how loud she was going to surely scream once he started licking, but he was too busy squeezing her thighs.

One good swipe of a rough, extra stimulating feline tongue with no warning whatsoever got exactly the reaction he hoped for. Every single muscle in Layla's body tensed at once, somehow pulling away from him and pushing back against his lips all at once. He didn't stop at one. A brief pause to let that pleasure really sink in, and he went even harder on her. Slopping, stroking, admiring her wet sex inside and out, he filled his mouth with her flavour until he simply had no choice but to drool on her, panting with desire the longer he spent with his mouth wrapped around her pussy. Sucking, slobbering, and plunging inside to slickly, loudly tonguefuck her sent juices rolling down his chin, coating him right up to his ears after servicing her for long enough.

“Unnh ... [i]UNNH![/i] God, I just, I just [i]I JUST![/i]"

She couldn't finish her sentence, so she just said the first part louder. He got the idea. Looking up at her with fond eyes, vision slightly blurred, he saw her desperate expression. Poor girl looked [i]fearful[/i] for how horny he was making her. Her lip was quivering, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, her legs trembled in his grasp. When she wasn't simply panting, she managed to steady herself for just long enough to utter her whimpering plea.

“Please ... “

That was all the begging he was going to get from her. Keeping her waiting any longer would have simply been cruel. He did have to take his mouth off of her to get his pants off, though. To compensate, he kept one hand on her pussy, slowly stroking her, idly fingering her to keep her on that perfect edge while he did his best to work his belt with the other hand. It probably would have been faster to commit both hands to that task, but leaving her without any stimulation for even a second was unfathomable to him. He couldn't stop touching her. Every detail, every texture made him so fucking hard he could have erupted all over her right that very second, and it only took a few more seconds to show her exactly how she made him feel.

Joseph dragged his clothes off as quickly as he could, kicking them off just so he could let that thick cock spring up to its full size for Layla to see. She gasped out loud, even visibly winced at the sheer size on display, and yet managed to pick herself up to crawl over to it, kneeling before the spire of stiff feline dick like it was her altar. Joseph was pretty damn big even for a guy his height, with the kind of cock that needed more than two hands to grasp it all. Even more impressive than that though was the pair of balls already actively pumping and clenching beneath it, an ample pair already working his first load up for her. Layla licked her chops to go in for a taste, but he stopped her with a hand atop her head.

“There's time for that when we're done putting out that fire."

That was just how committed Joseph was to helping her out. He could have had a gorgeous husky sucking on his cock and looking up at him with those bright blue eyes, and yet he refused to be so selfish. Instead, he pushed her down again, this time a little more firmly. Her horny giggle told him she didn't mind. With his hands planted on her shoulders, he scooted her back on the bed until her head was comfortably cushioned by her assortment of pillows, and then he got on top of her. Watching her expressions shift from frantic, to awed, to simply adoring made it all worth it.

So did the sensation of finally getting to grind his dick against her fat pussy. He rubbed her only a handful of times at the very most. She needed that cock inside of her. Layla was humping, bouncing, arching her back just to be slightly closer to him, and he took that guidance to heart. Penetrating her slowly, smoothly, deeper, he kept pushing until he felt the first resistance. She was ever so tight around his shaft, and yet he seemed to fit perfectly inside of her, gliding on her excess juices, stuffing her deeper and deeper until he had his balls nicely nestled against the base of her thick, shiny sex. A glance down just to see how good he looked inside of her, spreading her open around his cock, and he looked up to give her a fangy smile.

“You feel so good, Layla. Just let me know if I start going too fast, okay? It's going to be hard to hold back with you."

“Hff hhfff hfff ..." Layla couldn't say much when she was busy panting so hard she was drooling on herself a little. She eventually managed to take a deep breath and smile back at him. “I'm pretty durable honestly. Like, really. Just ... let your body guide you."

He offered her a nice, deep growl to remind her exactly the kind of big cat she was dealing with. She eagerly nodded her approval, and kept on nodding when he finally started fucking her. Joseph made sure those first thrusts [i]counted[/i]. He thumped her hard and deep, testing the strength of her bed and body alike. The first one held up to the thrust, with some nice wobble travelling through her curves and belly thanks to how firmly he smacked her butt with his balls. The bed sagged a little, but a girl like her wasn't about to cheap out on such a thing. Moving in to alternate between kissing her on the lips, the cheeks, and nibbling her on the neck and shoulders kept her busy, muffling some of her moans while bringing others out of her even more loudly than before.

The sabrecat was only just getting started with her when she started screaming. He couldn't help a proud grin to hear her making sounds like those. They were the kind that might have brought someone running to help from another room if they heard her, but he knew there was nothing distressed about it. Overwhelmed, shocked, stunned by how good he could make her feel perhaps, but nothing she was doing told him to stop or slow down in the slightest. She wrapped her arms around him, and in time her legs too, pulling him closer, squeezing him with all her might, humping right back into him to make him thrust even deeper into her, milking at his cock with the surprisingly tight contractions of rising ecstasy he made her give him. That was one horny bitch who only wanted to be fucked harder. Joseph could do that too.

A little more muscle, a little more power, a little more [i]instinct[/i] made him the perfect match for her intense need. He went faster, he went deeper, and he got his cock so slick with the juices gushing out of her every time he pushed all the way inside that it only made things easier. A succulently squelching mess of a fuck left warm mix of juices soaking them both, running down their thighs, dripping on the sheets. Neither of them cared how much of a mess they made. It all just meant the scent of sex and need was thicker in the air with every hot breath steaming in and out. They were locked together in an embrace of something beyond mutual desire, and neither of them looked likely to let go. That brought one thing to Joseph's mind.

“Didn't wrap up before - [i]mmh[/i] - going in, you know."

There was more to say, but he left the rest implied so he didn't miss a beat, fucking her pussy as smoothly as ever. Layla's eyes lit up through the haze, and she simply nodded again. She was a whimpering, shaking mess, clenching on his cock harder and harder with every single thrust, vibrating all over like she was barely in control of her body anymore. Yet despite everything working against her, she found the strength to answer his unspoken question and finish the conversation that had taken place between them entirely through the gleaming, lust-glazed gazes they shared.

“[i]All[/i] of it."

The smile that split his face made his fangs even more prominent. He nodded to her, then pressed his cheek against her own so they could both moan into each other's ears. Maybe that was risking deafness for how much he wailed through those finishing strokes. He had his weight fully on her body, prone across her, using her for a pillow, fully pinning her where he needed her. They were [i]committed[/i]. There was no stopping. He fucked her at full speed, slamming her body, keeping the jiggles contained with his muscular form pressed against her own, and she could only bark and yelp and sing a song of bliss for him to go along with his near-roars.

Joseph couldn't help a bellow of sound for her, a proper big cat roar that shook her windows and rattled the lights above them until they flickered. Humping, grinding, [i]mating[/i] with the husky girl brought him to the kind of peak that even had him shaking. Just for a moment. After that, it was all flexing and controlled, deep thrusts, milking out all his cum into a cunt that needed it so very bad. She was tight around him in seconds, and he felt the splash of her squirting juices pouring over his abs, soaking him in the same scent that had driven him half-feral just to breed with her. All that seed, all that thick, potent smilodon spunk went shooting straight into her womb until the pressure was too much and some came pouring right back out, adding to the musky mess they were both making together.

Draining his balls fully, directly inside of her meant they were taking [i]such[/i] a risk for their moments of heaven and lingering satisfaction. And yet that relief was so very worth it. Layla was still clinging to Joseph even when she came down from her peak and was left in sleepy, twitching happiness. She wanted to make sure he came fully, completely inside of her without spilling a single drop. Only when she was so full her tummy was a little bit tighter did she let her arms slump down to the bed. Laying all sprawled out with her eyes closed, her tongue hanging out to one side of her mouth, and her pussy still quivering around her cock, she looked as if she might have fallen asleep until those lovely blues shot up with her yelp when he started pulling out of her at last.

The long, slurping [i]schlurk[/i] of a sound drowned out everything else for a few seconds. He dragged that moment on until she was squirming again, popping out with an expected splash of spunk misting up the air with his good scent. A fine feline musk was a strong competitor with her own pheromones. He made sure she carried it as much as the sheets did. Rubbing his sex-coated cock against her thigh, humping her a little, rumbling the whole time, he made sure she was nicely marked in big cat. He almost definitely just got her pregnant. It was important to make sure she knew she was [i]his[/i].

Yet he made sure not to get it too clean. There was still some cum and other juices clinging to his cock when he rose up to his knees above her, slowly running a single finger along the underside of his shaft. He wasn't any softer. Her womb was flooded with the smilodon seed that was slowly working to take root inside her, but no matter how soaked and satisfied she was, he still throbbed for her. When she met his eyes, she bit her lip. A few blinks shook off the daze of afterglow, and she managed to prop herself up on her pillows just in time to hear his growly, dominant words.

“[i]Now[/i] it's time to suck on it. You'll get it nice and clean for me, won't you Layla?" He paused, one corner of his mouth stretching his flirty smirk a little wider. “You're my good little cocksucking slut. I love the sight of a slutty bitch drooling on my cock."

He left it at that, and just watched her for a reaction. The words looked as if they were flowing through her, bringing out a long, happy sigh that ended in a soft moan under her huffed breath. That one, he'd just guessed on. And he'd guessed correctly, by the looks of things. Up she got, with only slight strain, slipping on the first attempt to spring up from her spot. He took her hand in his own, squeezed, and guided her along. They twirled together, almost dancing on their knees a moment, but it didn't take long before he was down where she'd just been, sitting with his legs spread wide, and he a great big fistful of her bright blonde hair. Tugging on that made her give him the [i]good[/i] whimpers.

That was exactly the kind of teasing and roughness alike that made her the most loyal, enthusiastic cock-cleaner she could be. Even Joseph had to give a slight start when he felt how firmly she latched onto him. Those lips pursed tight around his dick, right down to the base in a single slurp. Layla's sole focus was doing exactly as she was told. She didn't suck so much as she simply stuffed his cock fully into her muzzle and partly into her throat, licking it up and down to make sure she got every single drop she could. The feeling of her gulping around his tip was enough to make him twitch, and even moan a little himself. Only when she polished and spit-shined his shaft thoroughly enough did she start sucking, but he pulled her back before she could really get to it.

“Anyone ever told you what a good girl you are," he softly said once her lips popped off his dick.

Her eyes went bright and shiny. She wagged even harder. That was another successful guess of what she liked.

“I bet you'd look really good in a collar. Maybe with a nice leash attached for putting you where you belong ..." He was mostly musing out loud, not expecting her hasty reply.

“Want me to get mine?"

He gave her a grin while she blushed and looked away from him. She was perhaps a [i]little[/i] too quick on the draw with that suggestion. Not that he judged.

“Of course you have one. No wonder you wanted to bring me to your place. Well. Would you like that?"

Layla nibbled on her lip again, shifting this way and that where she knelt in front of him. The answer was obvious just looking at her quivering from shoulders to sex, but he wanted to hear it from her.

“ ... I'd like that a lot, to be honest."

He gestured with his head towards her closet, where he assumed she stored all her secrets. Layla bounced up out of bed, trailing cum from her creamed cunt as she went. She didn't seem to notice. Everything was nicely organized behind the closet door, boxed and labelled in neat, loopy handwriting. One of them stood out. It required some effort from the husky just to slide it a few inches. Joseph had a look at the label.

[i]Toys. :) [/i]

She spent a bit of time rustling around in there. He heard the clink of what sounded like metal chains, the crackle of leather, and other sounds he couldn't identify as easily. Something made her chuckle when she came across it, so she pulled it out to show him a large, sturdy metal cage like something they might put on a wild animal.

“How about this?" She grinned at him.

Joseph returned the expression, rolling onto his side, not-so-subtly presenting his whole toned form to her. “Layla, have you ever bitten anyone in your life?'

“Not on purpose. I lick though!"

“And I love that."

Eventually she produced what she needed, clutching a thick collar with a prominent, but blank tag. She was beaming by the time she ushered herself over to Joseph and handed it to him. Though there was one thing he noticed when he got his fingers on that strong leather strap.

“No name on it yet?" he asked.

She nodded, tucking her hands behind her back, shuffling her paws. “I figured I'd save the engraving part for when someone gives me a nice nickname to put on it. You know, like ... “

“Bitch?" He winked at her.

She wiggled and wagged. “Like that, yeah. Yeaaaah."

“Let's get that on you, pup slut."

He held out his hand for her, and she took it, squeezing. Joseph got that collar on just tight enough to stay in place without being uncomfortable, then tested its strength with a few tugs of the attached leash. She huffed deeply every time he pulled, following along until she was on her back again.

“Look at you. Going to bark for me, like a good dog?"

She gave a few happy little [i]wuffs[/i], with a big smile on her face the whole time. Joseph nodded his approval, climbing over top of her, sitting lightly on her belly.

“Such a pretty face. Huskies, you know? You look like a painting. Such a cutie. I really wanna cum on all that. How about I fuck a good girl's tits a while?"

He didn't need to wait to see what she thought of that. Of course she loved it. Another happy [i]wff[/i] was more involuntary when he slapped that still-wet cock atop her bust. A few rubs had him find his spot in no time. Such soft, silky fur against his shaft made him pause just to groan. He shook his head and huffed some hot air, just to get steady. There was no time to moan when he had a hot husky girl to titfuck. Pushing his dick deep into her fluffy cleavage, until the tip poked up under her chin, he made sure to keep tugging her leash now and then to make her steal some slurps.

Rubbing against her fur alone probably would have been enough to get him enough with enough friction. She reached up to squeeze her breasts together, just to give him even more to grind against, but he still wanted more. Her slopped tongue guided him along. He jabbed his cock towards her muzzle while he pleasured himself. By her moaning, she loved the feeling just as much as him, but that soon grew muffled when he tugged her leash and tipped her head down with a hand so he could fuck her face just as hard as her cleavage.

Pushing deep into her muzzle, if not all the way with his balls slapping against the underside of her bust, he let her drool all over him with her outstretched tongue cradling every inch he gave her. A little growl came out of him. He tightened his grip on that leash. Flexing his muscles tightly enough to really give it to her, he got no complaint from the husky sucking on his cock. She pursed her lips tightly enough to add some extra pressure to every thrust, swallowing the precum he shot straight into the back of her throat. She barely even got a chance to taste it. All she could do was gulp, gulp, gulp, and let him use her in exactly the way he wanted. Which was exactly what she was hoping for.

Joseph didn't have to worry about making her cum. He fucked until it felt too good to slow down. Faster and faster he went into that pretty muzzle, watching her adoring eyes reflecting his lusty gaze the whole time. A gnash of teeth and fangs, a snarl at the ceiling, a firm hump of his hips, and he was ready to paint her. He let her swallow the first few shots, but he was serious when he said he wanted to cum on her, even if that meant yanking back from the warm embrace of her suckling mouth just so he could see her adorable features half-vanished under the torrent of cum she helped milk out of him.

He splattered her from braids to face, then slipped back to cum in her open mouth. The rest he splashed all over her plump tits, until they were thoroughly coated in a streaming pattern of big cat cum. The fanged feline smiled his best fangy smile as he loomed over her, cock twitching until the last few drops dripped down and slathered it in a glistening layer of lubrication. He tugged that leash again, bringing Layla up from where she was sprawled. She whimpered for him just right again, especially when he brought her into his embrace.

Hugging and squishing her after just cumming all over her meant he got some of it on his own fur, but that was inevitable when he was that productive. He simply had to feel her up some more. A few rubs along her sides eventually had him down to her hips, then up again. He spent some time pawing and admiring her belly. He could hear it sloshing when he handled it enough. Every second that passed was one she got a little more pregnant for him. A good squeeze down her back let him get both hands on her ass, leaving her leash dangling for the moment. He needed two hands for that butt. Once he started groping it, he couldn't get enough.

“I wanna watch that ass bounce while I fuck you. Get down on all fours for me, bitch. Be the best doggy you can be."

“[i]Wurrrrrf.[/i]"

It was sort of a bark, sort of a moan, and it came with her immediate compliance. She was so excited to obey him that she flopped over for a second as soon as he let go of her. Maybe she just needed a little help. Holding her by the leash, tugging, guiding, he eventually got her where he wanted her. She had her head down, her elbows planted, and her cushy ass was all his. That wagging tail was distracting. He made a grab for it, snatching it by the base and [i]pulling[/i] with his free hand until her whimpers turned to whines and she was moaning like a whore for him all over again.

She was every bit as wet as before. His cum was still dripping from the folds of her shiny black spade, flowing with the juices she was making, pouring it out down the back of her thighs. One hand on her leash, one on the base of her tail, he tugged her right into position for a good, harsh mounting. It was like he'd known her for years. He felt as if he knew exactly how rough she liked it, how far to go with her without breaking any of her limits. Pushing them a little was fine.

More than anything, he needed to be inside of her again. Taking that plump pussy from another angle brought all sorts of new pleasures. He clutched her, clawed her a little, and made sure she stayed exactly how he wanted her for a good, hard humping. There was no question of how much she could take. He pushed until he was balls-deep once more. Taking her from behind helped him go even deeper, to press his nuts even more snugly against her spade, feeling her leaking a whole mess of lust all over him. She soaked him before he even gave the first thrust, and only got wetter once he was deeply, powerfully [i]fucking[/i] her.

All it took was a few good thrusts to get the wobble he wanted. He was in the perfect position to watch his strokes bounce through her soft body, and anytime she tried to squirm or adjust he tugged that leash a little tighter. Joseph was in control now. He fucked her exactly how he wanted, picking up, going hard, thumping her until the wet smack of his nuts to pussy and thighs alike was getting loud enough Layla had to flatten her ears. Or maybe that was just the sign of her total submission to her new friend she was already prepared to call her master. If not just her partner, her lover, for how good he was breeding her full of their future hybrids.

When he was certain she would be a good girl for him, he relented on her leash and took her by the hips instead. Such wonderful whimpers she made, especially when he raised his hand to smack that fine ass in the middle of his thrusts. He knew the sound of a [i]good[/i] yelp when he heard it. That hurt just right, for her. After that, he was back to lunging thrusts, groping and playing with her big round butt all through the drive to breed her again. Her womb was already sloshing with his cum, but he could do better than that. Leaning down so he could be close to her flattened ears, he growled extra low to make sure she heard and felt his words alike.

“Let's see if I can get you pregnant [i]again[/i]. I want to see you overflow. And then swell."

Layla gave a small, quivering whimper, which was about the best she could do. She wasn't about to try to dirty talk him back. She was all his. He rutted her until her arms were giving out beneath her and her knees were wobbling just to keep her weakened body balanced. Rather than let her fall or flatten her under his muscular weight, he used his strength to pull her back against his chest and hug her from behind, still thumping, still driving, still fucking her as hard as ever. The [i]schlick[/i] of wet sabrecat cock pumping into her grew until it was like a shout as her pussy got wetter and her shrieks of pleasure rose and rose, until all was drowned out by his most beastly of orgasmic roars.

He was an ancient, primal cat, at least at heart. She hadn't heard him [i]truly[/i] roar yet. Her windows were rattling while he blasted out that triumphant sound, shooting her full of cum all over again. This time he had even more to give her. He let his balls clench up tight against her cunt and flood her until she couldn't hold anymore. Streams of smilodon cum poured down the back of her thighs and pooled on her bed, further filling her room with his scent. She wasn't going to get that out of her fur or sheets alike for a while. And he just kept grinding, milking out everything he had left to give her, squeezing her belly so he could feel it expanding under his hands.

That was where he kept her, collared and close, so he could nibble and lick her until their bodies stopped flexing out the last of their orgasms. Layla quivered a little longer than him, pussy still squeezing on his dick as if to get just one more squirt of cum out of him, but he was dry. For the moment. A few minutes was all it would have taken if he wanted to fuck her again, but by the way she slumped into his embrace when she finally relaxed, she was done. He didn't want to push her too far on their first date. Especially when his potent, plentiful spunk had all but ensured there were many more dates to come.

“Hmmmf ... come here, pup."

This time he didn't use the leash. All he had to do was flop over to the side, and she fell with him. He spooned her, cuddled her, and let his soaked cock slowly slip out of her. Stroking her belly made her faintly wiggle, but she was too weak to squirm. That soft husky was only going to get bigger. She felt so warm, so content, and that feeling radiated out to him as well. It was more than just a quick hookup. Someone out there knew them both so well, and that they were meant to meet. Joseph was going to take such good care of her, and was going to have so much fun with her subby, needy self too.

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It took a little work to get all their hybrids to sleep, but a purring lullaby always soothed the fangy little huskies or the extra-fluffy sabrecats. Joseph crept quietly down the hall when all was quiet to join Layla in the bedroom. He did his best not to wake her either. She was all curled up in a ball of comfy husky, holding her belly. They just couldn't keep their hands off each other. No matter how many times he knocked her up, no matter how many offspring they ended up having, she still wanted more. Though sometimes even she needed a little break, especially when she was feeling particularly tender. Pregnancy took well to her body, but she was still several months along, yet again.

“How are you feeling tonight?" he whispered when he saw her shift.

“Mm. [i]Mmh.[/i]"

That groan said it all. A little too sore for sex. He would have been content to simply spoon her and fall asleep with her in his arms, but he knew that characteristic lift of her tail. She still wanted it. Just in a different way. Settling in to rub up against her from behind, aligning himself right between the cheeks of a great big rump that had only grown bigger with all her months spent knocked up, he hugged and gently squeezed her. Everything had to be just right for his soft, pregnant princess pet.

Pushing slowly inside of her, penetrating her cushy ass, he eased along until he was deep inside of her. From there it was nothing more than a slow, cozy fuck, all nestled under her tail and between her plump cheeks. A bit of idle intimacy and pleasure kept them close and softly murmuring, not really speaking. Their bodies did that all for them. Now and then they gave a small gasp or grunt to let the other know how much they were enjoying it, when they weren't just licking or kissing each other. In and out he went, slowly massaging her internally, working and edging himself towards what would eventually be another of his big fat cumshots Layla so enjoyed. He knew he was going to make her cum too.

Just because they were [i]together[/i] didn't mean she wasn't still his pet. For those on the outside, they were a loving couple, but there was something more than that between them. There was no need for a leash when he was being that gentle, but had long since grown comfortable with wearing her collar more often. It didn't take her long to decide what to get engraved into it when she finally got it done. She simply chose to tell everyone who saw it who she belonged to, and exactly how he made her feel. Neatly written on the shiny tag were two clear words.

[i]Joseph's bitch.[/i]