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I stood with my hand on the doorknob, hoping, as I always do before opening it, that I will find my dorm room empty. I knew it wasn’t going to be the case. I could hear some video game blaring and my roommate shouting instructions and expletives, presumably at some other players.

I opened the door and stepped into the common room, and wasn’t surprised to see Bruce there, taking up the entire couch as he yanked his controller and bounced on the cushions, apparently engrossed in whichever mindless shooter he was obsessing over at the moment. And as usual wearing nothing apart from his underwear. I thought about saying something, again, but he knew Bruce would just default to the ‘fur keeps me covered’ argument. Oh yeah, my roommate is a seven foot tall Great Dane. A complete fucking… dog!

Now before you get started, I’m not speciest, so don’t go hating me. I come from a very liberal home and lived near and went to school with tons of anthros growing up. Even canines, and I never had a problem until Bruce. That’s because every other canine I had ever met was a normal person, regardless of physical appearance while Bruce was a… dog! At this point I should mention that I don’t like actual dogs. Aaand here comes the second barrage of hate! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate dogs, I just don’t like being near them. I never could wrap my head what it is that people find irrevocably cute about the humping, barking, jumping, slobbering, farting fleabags. So I always kept my distance from dogs. That is, until the geniuses at campus housing condemned me to Bruce.

The accommodations themselves were pretty nice – each unit had one common room big enough for a couch, coffee table and TV, and two adjoining rooms just big enough for a bed and desk. The idea was obviously to give two students a place to relax/eat together, and also give each person a little bit of privacy. But Bruce is a dog – he doesn’t like privacy, because privacy means being alone. Which means even if I cede him the common room, he’ll still take every opportunity to pester me and intrude on my tiny sanctum.

He’s also a slob. His dirty clothes are everywhere, since he strips to his underwear the moment he gets inside. His fur is also everywhere because he doesn’t bother to brush. He eats and drinks on the couch, and as a consequence the sofa looks like a Jackson Pollock. I even suspect that some of those stains are… well, let’s just say I’ve never been able to catch him at it. He’s also loud and has no discernible sleep pattern, which means he’ll often be passed out on the couch when I want to sit and watch something, and up all night making noise while I try to sleep.

And any time I try to confront him about any of this stuff, he adopts this good-natured, deep-down-you-really-like me dog attitude while everything I say goes in one floppy ear and out the other! But the worst, most frustrating thing about him is that he’s… hot.

Now, I’ve known for some time that I’m bi (again, very liberal home) and even though I’ve mostly dated girls, I sometimes get the hots for a guy and that doesn’t bother me. I even dated a ram my freshman year in college. But I’ve never been so attracted to a guy before, much less one that I can’t fucking stand!

Bruce is undeniably attractive – tall, wide shoulders, and inexplicably muscular and toned considering he eats junk and doesn’t do sports. I figure he might be a jogger – he acts like a dog in every other way, why not chase cars too? And those boxer briefs he wears leave very little to the imagination.

So I shot him a look that carried all my displeasure, and hopefully none of my arousal before retreating to my room. I sat down at my desk, to study and try to purge my mind of my inconvenient attraction to the Antichrist. I put on my earphones and once the music drowned out the noise from next door I finally relaxed enough to work. After several hours, I looked at the clock and saw it was past 8pm. Since Bruce had a date with Elaine at eight, I figured it was safe to go into the common room and enjoy some quiet TV time. In retrospect, if I had taken my earphones off, the noise coming from behind the door might have warned me what to expect.

As it was, I walked in to see Bruce still very much on the couch, now completely naked and stroking a massive canine cock. He turned to look at me, showing no embarrassment whatsoever, and just said something that I presumed was ‘Hey’ before returning his attention to the TV screen. I stood there, frozen and slack-jawed, for a few seconds before taking the earphones off. My ears were immediately filled with a cacophony of moans, gasps and growls from what turned out to be a pretty hard-core porno. The dog on the couch just kept stroking what must have been at least a ten inch erection as if I was invisible.

“What the fuck?” I posed the question burning in my mind.

“Oh, well Elaine blew me off, so I have to blow off some steam. I’d been saving up for a few days and couldn’t wait any longer.”

“But…you have your own computer. In your own room!”

“Yeah, but… widescreen!” he said, gesturing to the TV as if that was a perfectly reasonable argument.

I turned to look at the TV, trying to give my thoughts time to regroup. The action on screen – a busty human female moaning theatrically as she was taken doggy-style, literally, by an anthro malamute – was actually less distracting than the image of the naked Dane stroking himself on the couch.

“Like what you see?” he said and I turned red as a beet before realizing he was talking about the movie. I couldn’t deny it, since the sweatpants I was wearing were visibly tented. “C’mon, sit down and take a load off. You’re not gonna get any work done if you don’t take care of that thing…”.

I could have just walked away, gone back to my room, put my dog-blocking headphones back on and… done whatever I needed to do. Looking back, that would been the sensible choice. However, at the time, I wasn’t thinking sensibly. I sat down next to Bruce, who was once again focused on the TV stroking himself. The room was filled with the girl’s moans and the smack of the canine’s hips against her ass as he bred her savagely. I couldn’t deny it was pretty hot – the over-the-top sounds I first thought the girl was faking seemed to be real, and quite appropriate considering the size of the knotted red shaft pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy. Before I knew it my hand was on my own cock, pumping away as I watched the screen and occasionally glancing down at my roommate’s package. As time went on, my glances became more frequent, and soon I was picturing myself in the woman’s place and wondering what a canine’s cock felt like.

My attention was drawn back to the movie when the girl let out a few shrieks and then a sharp scream as her canine lover grabbed her hair and pulled her back at the same time he gave one powerful lunge. I winced at the sound and the sight of that massive knot disappearing inside her. The dog growled, his humps now shallow and rapid while the girl’s cries changed and her body shook as she came around the doggie dick wedged inside her. The canine stopped humping and the camera moved close to show his balls twitching as he bred his female. He parted her lips a little and the camera got a great shot of the girl’s knot-stuffed pussy, packed so tight that not a drop of cum was leaking out.

“That looks… painful.” I said, although the sounds the girl was making in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss didn’t really give that impression.

“Yeah, girls are always nervous about taking the knot the first time, going on about how it looks too big, how they can’t fit it inside them, but after that…” Bruce trailed off, his meaning clear. We sat there in silence, watching the malamute rub and grope the ass of his exhausted bitch.

“Wanna touch it?” he said, in a no-nonsense voice a person might use to offer somebody some chips, and I almost jumped. I looked at him and he looked down at his crotch, leaving no ambiguity about what he was referring to. I was speechless, since the thing to say in a situation like this is ‘No’, but I just couldn’t get it past my lips.

“C’mon, you’ve been looking at it all night!”

I tried desperately to think of something to say. Something other than ‘I didn’t think you noticed’. “I-I don’t…”

“You know I have really good hearing, right? Do you want to know what I heard outside my bedroom door last time Elaine was here?” he asked.

That was… not my proudest moment. I had come home one night and heard sound’s coming from Bruce’s room, much like the ones coming from the TV right now. I should have just gone to my room, which I did… eventually.

I looked at Bruce’s face, trying to determine if he was just messing with me, but all I saw there was that typical dog-like happy-go-lucky grin. I looked down at his crotch, taking in the sight of that slick red shaft and the bugle already forming at the base and before I knew it my hand was wrapped around it. I started stroking it and heard a low murring sound coming from the Great Dane as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. If he wasn’t sitting, his tail would probably be wagging! Still, I had to admit that my heart was also beating a little faster as I stroked the shaft I’d been fantasizing about for some time.

Bruce apparently enjoyed my touch, as evidenced by the pre that was spurting from his tip and now coating my hand. I sniffed and realized his juices had a very distinct smell, and that I’d been smelling it since I sat down. It smelled kinda nice, and made me curious… Oh well, as long as I’m doing something stupid, I might as well go all the way. I took a quick glance at Bruce, and satisfied that his head was still thrown back, bent down and brought my lips to the tip of his shaft. I ran my tongue over the tip, catching another spurt in my mouth, just before I felt a paw on the back of my head. I opened my mouth, originally to protest, but the paw shoved down and I ended up swallowing almost a foot of canine cock.

I could hear Bruce let out another long and satisfied murr, could even feel the vibrations of it while I sputtered around the red rod, trying to get a grip on my gag reflex as the cock spurted directly down my throat. He held me down firmly and I was forced to swallow to keep myself from choking, my field of vision now filled with the sight of his swelling knot and massive sack. Admittedly, the sight of them might have inspired me to put in a little more enthusiasm into what I was doing. After a little less than a minute of me sucking his cock I felt him release my head and I pulled my mouth off his shaft.

“What the fuck did… “ I started to berate him, but got cut off when he put his hands on my hips and almost effortlessly pulled them up. Damn, I didn’t realize how strong he was, and I’m not exactly heavy. I landed face first on the couch cushion as my ass was yanked up and my pants pulled down.

“What are - aaAAAH!” I tried to protest but almost squealed out when I felt a smooth broad tongue run all the way from my sack to my twitching pucker. I’ve never been rimmed before, being too embarrassed to ask anyone to do it to me, and I certainly couldn’t imagine anyone who’d do something so disgusting willingly. When the tip of that enormous tongue slipped a little inside me, I had to clench my teeth to stop myself from making sounds that would make it impossible for me to look my roommate in the eye or myself in the mirror. As the oral assault continued I became aware of a wet sensation in the crack of my ass. Eww, he’s slobbering on me! That, that… DOG! I thought about saying something, but I wasn’t sure I could get an intelligible word out with that broad tongue lapping at my ass. I also really didn’t want him to stop doing it, as evidenced by the rock-hard erection now dangling between my legs.

Soon (too soon!) he stopped and I pulled my flushed face out of the couch to look behind me. What I saw was Bruce kneeling behind me and aiming that canine cock at my well reamed ass.

“Wh-what are you doing!?” I asked, fighting for breath.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m gonna breed you.” He said nonchalantly, pressing the tip of his cock at my slightly gaping hole.

“And it doesn’t bother you that I’m a male?” I asked, since I’d always figured he was straight. Apparently, he’s so much of a dog that he’ll hump anything he can!

“Well it would if you were acting like one. But a bitch in heat is a bitch in heat.”

I was trying to think of a way to disprove his assertion (not easy since I was on all fours with my ass in the air) but I was interrupted when Bruce bucked his hips and buried more than half his length inside me. My head shot up and my eyes opened wide, a startled yelp leaving my throat as my ass was brutally claimed by the canine behind me. I grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming out and forced myself to relax, knowing that clenching up would only make it hurt more. I felt his shaft sink further in, it’s progress eased by the pre that was now squirting inside me, and I realized how much more painful it would have been if Bruce hadn’t prepared me. I never thought I would say this, but thank God for dog slobber!

I felt his knot press up against my pucker and for a moment I was worried he’d just ram it in right now, but to my relief he paused, allowing me to adjust. To my embarrassment, he spent the time groping my round ass, no doubt admiring the view of my opening stretched wide around his cock. I had to admit, now that the pain had faded it was starting to feel really good, and by this point I would have probably be moaning and pushing back lightly if it hadn’t been my idiot roommate behind me. That would just prove that he was right when he called me a bitch and I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction!

I stifled a whine as he pulled out of me almost all the way before plunging back in. His cock was hitting all the right spots inside me so I tried to enjoy it, lowering my chest and resting my head on my arms. I could hear the room fill with slaps, could feel his hips smack my ass every time he bottomed out, my pre-drenched insides now taking him easily. My own cock war rock hard and flopping against my abdomen as Bruce held me by my waist and pulled me back to meet every thrust. I had to admit, grudgingly, that having a guy fuck me had never felt this good, and it was getting harder and harder to keep quiet as my prostate was pounded with every plunge of that doggie dick.

A girly squeal that, thankfully, didn’t come from me brought my attention back to the TV and the forgotten porno just in time to see the woman wince before the camera zoomed in and showed a massively swollen knot distend her pussy before it popped out, followed by a flood of cum. I winced and thanked my lucky stars that at least I wouldn’t have to deal with that, since I was certain the bulbous knot even now hammering away at my ass had no chance of slipping in.

I felt Bruce’s rhythm falter a moment before he lowered himself over my back, supporting his massive frame with his arms. I was about to ask him what he was doing when he resumed thrusting, this time in shallower, but much faster strokes. My cheeks burned red when I realized he was now humping me just like a feral dog would a bitch in heat. I lifted my front again and arched my back and immediately let out a long, shaky moan. In this new position my prostate was being battered by the canine shaft fucking me and I could feel my achingly hard shaft leak pre, realizing how close I was to release. I had never had an orgasm from being penetrated alone, and part of me burned with shame at the thought that this is how I would have one – by being bred like an actual bitch! Fortunately, that part wasn’t currently in control.

The dog doing the breeding was now panting over me, the sound almost but not quite masking the slapping of his hips against my ass, and the wet sound of his cock slipping in and out of me. I bit my lip to stop myself from panting and moaning as the sensation of the hot red shaft claiming my rump kept me deliciously close to the edge, threatening to push me over any moment. This wasn’t lovemaking, wasn’t even sex. It was rutting, plain and simple – a mindless feral fucking, and although I would never admit it to anyone (especially him!) I have never felt this good in my life. I knew that a single touch of my cock right now would make me cum, but this way I was kept in a state of ecstasy, my world narrowed down to the sensations coming from my rear.

Focusing on those sensations, I realized now that Bruce’s strokes were shorter my ass wasn’t clenching in time to stop his knot completely, and I could feel the throbbing bulb slip a little bit past my outer ring every time he thrust in. Part of me was alarmed – the knot was already huge and I knew it would get much bigger if it got inside me. Another part of me wanted to feel it, the sensation of being tied and bred by a powerful male like a real bitch.

“S-stop – ahh! – trying to push it in! It’s not… gonna fit…” I managed to get out, my brain back in the driver’s seat for the moment.

“Yeah, that’s what – ungh! – all human bitches say. At first…” Bruce grunted above me and as if to prove his point changed his tempo.

He was now making sharp, brutal thrusts, keeping almost his entire shaft buried inside me as he focused on getting that lump past my ring. I grunted every time he lunged, pushing me forward as my body refused to accept the rest of his bestial cock. I tightened my pucker as much as I could, knowing that if he did tie me it would prove him right, which would hurt almost as much as the knot itself. I felt like I was winning, as slap after loud slap failed to force the thing inside me. It was then that I felt him bite my neck lightly, just a pinch, but enough to break my concentration. Realizing what he was up to, I clenched my ass as much as I could. Unfortunately, I did it a split second too late, and all it served was to keep the knot lodged inside me.

I let out a scream as the dog above me claimed my rear end, taking solace that anyone who heard it would never believe it came from me, or indeed any male. His humps were now very shallow, serving just to grind and tug the bulb expanding alarmingly inside my ass. It was then that I felt it – a growing pressure on my prostate, more incredible than anything I ever felt and all my pain and frustration melted away, my eyes becoming glazed and unfocused, my eras filled with Bruce’s soft growls and strange whines that must have been coming from me.

It felt like an eternity, trapped on the edge of bliss under the massive Great Dane as the cock buried in my ass made me whimper and gibber unintelligibly. It wasn’t until I felt the first hot spurt shoot inside me that my own sack tightened and I started to pant and whimper as I felt myself cum from being fucked like a bitch. Instead of squirting my load as usual, my cock seemed to drool a steady stream of cum, more than I’d ever produced but still just a fraction of what Bruce’s canine sack was dumping into me.

I lowered my head on the couch, even though it now dawned on me how few of those stains were from spilled food and drink. I was past caring about anything other than the cock still shooting that hot cum inside me, not a drop escaping my ass thanks to that mammoth knot stuck inside it. I felt Bruce shift behind me, and for a moment I was worried he’d tried to turn around so we were butt-to-butt like an actual dog. Instead I felt his powerful arms wrap around my chest as he flopped back to a sitting position, effortlessly taking me with him until I was seated in his lap, his shaft still buried securely inside me, and somehow still cumming! I thought I could almost see my flat belly bulging slightly, stuffed as it was with a canine’s cock and cum, before my attention went back to the TV. The woman on screen was still busy cleaning her canine lover’s shaft of their combined juices. Well, if Bruce is expecting that he could forget it! Even a bitch can only be pushed so far before she bites back…

*******

Walking back to my dorm, I thought about how my life has changed since that night several weeks ago. Some things are still the same – I walked in and noticed Bruce was watching TV in nothing but his underwear. His ears, among other things, pricked up at the sight of me and I sighed, knowing there was only one way to calm him down. I dropped my pants and bent over the arm of the couch, almost immediately feeling strong paws spread my cheeks and a heavy canine tongue invade my proffered ass. I bit my lower lip as my pucker was briefly rimmed before the paws moved to my hips and something hot and hard wedged itself in my opening. I stifled a scream when I felt the doggie dick spread me open, almost half the length shoved inside me in one thrust. As the Great Dane hilted himself and started to hump, I remembered that one thing in my life still hasn’t changed – my roommate’s still a pain in the ass!