Maid for you!
A feline is unwittingly hired to please dogs. First day, and she finds herself a knotty girl.
Kiku's tail flicked as she stepped up to the richly made porch. Or she thought it was called a porch- A flat surface of what she thought was marble stretched to either side of the double-wide front doors, tall pillars stretching up to support a balcony for a second story made from more marble and decorative brass railings. Steps led up to the platform, three of them, narrower than the porch and sided with little garden beds that grew flowers along the edges, then two tall bushes to give cover and shade.
It was all quite impressive, but the small feline had felt that way about everything involving these folk since she'd contacted them over a job offer. They hadn't even taken in anything more than her age and her work experience before setting up a meeting at a local café- So casual, yet so professional in how it was handled. The older gentleman she'd met- Perrin was his name- was well-dressed in a standard butler's livery, taller than most and with a blocky figure, he could have done just as well as a footman! Straight greying hair brushed back over his ears, and his hard-edged friendly and energetic since the moment he'd laid his eyes on her, laughing and joking from the outset, a boisterous and outgoing attitude that left the feline feeling rather shocked as well as impressed!
With those massive hands dwarfing hers in a vigorous shake, she was grateful to find he treated their waiter the same- A part of her had worried he thought her a child. She felt half his size at four feet tall, with slender shoulders and waist, her hind paws nearly as thick as her hips, and the creamy fur that layered over her body with a fine fluffy complexion- A somewhat eggy white all along her front, with a soft woody brown along her back, edged and striped with a pale black in a wavy brushed pattern along her back- Nearly doubling her size where it wasn't compressed down. With the thick tufted ears that protruded from a mess of near-blonde silky brown hair almost the size of her head combined, and a chest that only wasn't flat because her torso widened there, many of humans would compare her to the size and shape of their own kids. It always irked her, more than a bit at times- She was tall for her species, even!- But there was nothing to be done for it.
The job was simple enough, as things went- The master made few demands, and the ones he did make were the sort anyone could achieve, but a professional's touch was always superior to just any pleb. She'd be tasked with cooking, cleaning, all the normal sorts of chores and she wouldn't be alone in them- She'd be there mostly to help alleviate the burden of everyone else. He'd pressed into her that she had to be OK with dogs- And she was. There were some she'd rather not get involved with, and if she had her utmost preference they'd be kept at a distance, but there was nothing wrong with them. She'd blinked when he insisted that she swore- There were many dogs in the house, and they were permitted their freedom to do damn near anything they'd want. Master preferred it that way.
It was a little disconcerting, but the pay was some of the best she'd ever seen offered, and she'd be living there- So no need to cover rent. A year there would be more savings than she could make with ten anywhere else, maybe even twenty! Certainly worth far more than whatever irritation she might face with dog spit and chewed up things. She'd jut put her special possessions in a box under the bed.
And so here she was- Standing with a basket in hand, long tail swishing about, a small box of her things at the inside of a tall gate on the other end of the walkway. Dressed in a simple yellow gown that draped casually from her shoulders to just above the knees, something she'd found at a thrift shop that looked pretty enough. The butler had stressed not to worry about clothes- Her uniform would be provided. He'd taken measurements right there in the coffee shop, much to her embarrassment and a very plain grin from the couple seated next to her.
Her ears were folded back as she stared at the door. Frosted glass set in a silvery frame showing light filtering in from the other side, what seemed to be stairs. The house wasn't big enough to be called a mansion, but it was three stories tall and as wide as three houses crammed all together. Lifting a paw, her chubby digits a near-perfect hybrid of human and animalistic parts, she was just about to prod the button next to the door when a shape flickered on the other side, and the butler she'd met with threw the doors open with such vigor she could hear a snap from some mechanism in the frame.
"Greetings!" The man bellowed in the same second, the whole display making Kiku squeak jump back with a fright! Tail lashing as it rose a little, bristling out alongside the hackles that rose along the back of her neck, mouth dropping open and eyes going wide until she managed to smooth her features out.
Unaware her tail was still lashing, the feline bobbed a quick courtesy and gave her best smile, trying to hide how startled she'd been. Eyes crinkled up as she straightened, she let off another squeak escaped from her lips before she could stop it as he clapped a friendly hand over her left shoulder, Perrin giving her a grin that showed the edges of his pearly white teeth at the center "Kiku! I am so very glad you are here. And punctual too! It's perfect. Perfect! Come!" His voice teetered on the edge of shouting and just being loud, the man funneling her into the entryway while her mind fought frantically to catch up, paws moving on their own. She was so caught up in his excited movements, the thought of the basket on the porch and her things near the front gate were swept from her mind!
"O-of course!" She managed with a croak, eyes flickering about the landing. The room opened up like most manor houses would, a hall off to either side of them, and there were indeed stairs leading up to a windowed wall, then turning back over themselves to lead to the second and third stories. Thick embroidered rugs that lined the wooden paneled floor, patterned in a mosaic style that seemed to cross-cross over itself like how one would lay out the crust of a pie. Simple golden thread forming a pattern of various canines dancing and playing along a dark woolen back. The walls were covered by tapestries that held more animal depictions, ranging from simple nature scenes to sillier play happening between one or several species, and almost all of them included dogs of some kind- Though birds seemed to be a close second.
She could scent multiples of canines immediately on walking through, the rugs looking cleaner than most she'd seen in her life, but still covered with a fine layer of dog hair. The smells blended together, and highlighted how clean everything else was about the place- They shown only because there wasn't much of anything else to blot them out.
He led her down the left hall, smiling wide and giving a sweeping bow to the first open door they passed- There were several closed before it on either side of them. It was a kitchen, a tall equine girl wearing a woolen shift and an apron, peeling potatoes over a gas-fired oven, dropping them into what smelled like a very meaty stew. The equine returned the gesture with a bob of the head, Kiku unable to make out many more details about her or the space other than that they were female and held sleet grey fur.
"Yes. That's Julia now. A wonderful cook she is, master of spices. Makes a wonderful dish for the dogs too, yes she does! Very healthy. Makes their coats shine like rough diamonds. I'm surprised none of the lads came to greet us! They might be out back, they like to stick together you know. Or maybe they're eating- Nothing will stop them from food, let me tell you. Oh! There's Greyson now. He's a bit more of a loner, but gets along well enough with everyone well enough!"
Kiku froze as a tall, leggy great dane came bounding down the hall from in front of them, appearing suddenly from a doorway. Nearly the size of her, he was as grey as his name marked him, though a splotch of white painted his front chest. Broad and shoulder and loose in lips, his fur was taut and lustrous everywhere else. A wagging tail rose as he spotted the pair, going stiff as ears perked up and went alert. Staring at her, not dropping pace until he came to a halt a scarce foot away from where she and Perrin halted. Sniffing the air, the slightest growl touching his breath, but he leaned in with a little wag, and Perrin patted her shoulder "Best to get to know him now girl! He's liable to knock you over if you're not careful, but he's a friendly sort. Just tends to be more possessive of his toys than the other dogs."
Kiku nodded, glancing back up at Perrin, then giving a shy grin to the dog. Her paw lifted up, turning her palm up flat, flexing the thick beans that lined it and every digit, spreading them as far as they could go. "Hi, uh, Greyson!" She tried to offer her paw to him, to push it under his nose, but the Dane just snorted, whiskers brushing her hand as he dropped below her wrist, running his snoot down her arm and pressing it into her belly. She squeaked, mewling with surprise at how vigorously the animal pressed into fabric and fur, feeling his snorts and sharp exhales through the dress. Perrin spoke with a laugh "He likes the scent of you!"
"He's a little... Invasive!" she murmured, wincing as his nose dropped lower, the great dog leaning in to manage, prodding in against her thigh and nudging her dress upwards, making Kiku shiver and squeal, smacking lightly at his nose with a sharp "Not down there!", and making both the dog and Perrin recoil with an offended look.
Perring quickly grabbed her wrist, holding it in a firm but gentle grip that offered her not an inch to budge it with. She blinked, looking up at him with a confused look. His eyes were harsh as they stared into hers "Don't smack the dog girl! He's only curious. He wants to get to know you, and I told you. The dogs do what they want, and you're to let them!" His other hand worked on scritching Greyson's ear, urging his head back down with a gentle rubbing press. Greyson, for his part, eagerly delved his muzzle back down beneath her dress. She shivered, feeling his breath across her bare thighs, his nose just a hairsbreadth from her panty-covered crotch. Her focus was not on the dog, however.
"What? But. But! He's really close to some... Some private areas..." She started with a splutter, and devolved to a meek, shy whisper by the end. Perrin's frown was unwavering, and his face seemed hard. He spoke softly "So? He has to get to know you, girl! You're expected to care for all the dogs fully, and I won't have you smacking them on the nose just for being a little curious! I won't have it!" His voice was nearly a growl, harsh on her ears. It would have been a lot more understandable to Kiku's ears if she didn't feel a tongue colliding with what Greyson was breathing on. She shuddered, any response or thought lost with the shocking sensation of a tongue plastering her panties into her crotch, fur bristling all over her body. Her free paw almost immediately pressed into the dog's muzzle, trying to push him away, her nose turning down to glare at the hound until she realized Perrin's darkened face.
Her body quivered as he snatched up the other arm, Greyson's tongue lapping briefly at her crotch once again before he stumbled out of the way of Perrin's yanking of her, dragging her to the room that the Dog had walked out of and yanking her in. She cried out, her legs flailing, but her body was light and he was strong, carrying her off her feet for half the journey, her shouts for him to let her go ignored.
It was a simple room, walls and floors the same as in the hall, just bare, save for a few shelves along the wall, a table in the middle of the room, a couch and some dog beds along the side. A TV was set up opposite to the couch, the furniture all very plain, if well made. Perrin sat back on the couch right in the center of it, yanking Kiku over his lap, ignoring her hisses and flailings as he hoisted her belly and chest on a knee each, making her wince and whimper as he let her head drop and her bottom raise. She thought for sure he was going to spank her, until his hand caressed over her tail. From the corners of her eyes, she could see Greyson standing in the doorway, his tail wagging.
"You do not seem to understand how to respect a dog. You do not shove, you do not smack. What a dog wants in this household, a dog gets, and you will do everything in your power to give it to him without delay!" He was breathing rather heavily, and while his voice remained loud, the anger was gone from it. Now, he sounded like he was lecturing a particularly dim student who was doing remarkably stupid things with their time. "I know this can be a difficult concept to grasp at first, so we need a demonstration. Greyson!"
Kiku swallowed hard as he grasped her tail, lifting it tall for the dog that trotted over with quickened steps. His breath and his slobber coming in almost together, tongue lashing out as quickly as sniffs could be had, trailing from the crotch of her slit all the way over the base of her tail, the tug at the hem of her panties riding up the tailbase, and when it slipped back down, the elastic band was ridden a little lower. She could feel cool air brush across her tailhole. She whined, her legs giving little squirming kicks "Kn-knock it off!"
"No. You need to learn" Perrin's voice was firm, one hand gripping the scruff of her neck while the other's gripped Greyson's, her eyes widening till the lids were taut as the dog was pulled over her back, his shaggy body trembling over hers, paws dancing and smacking over her back, her shoulder, until he settled over the top of her figure. He kept on holding her neck, while his other hand patted the great dane's chest, then stroked back beneath her tail and hooked over her panties, tugging them down some more. "W-what are you doing..." her voice was small- She was afraid for his answer.
He gave it promptly. "Teaching you how to behave around a dog. Keep your tail up!"
His barking order made her tail flick up on a reflex, just from being startled, as Perrin reached back and grasped Greyson by the sheath, who proved his eagerness by thrusting down with his hips almost immediately. Perrin's palm shifted, guiding a slobbering taper to between Kiku's legs while the girl shuddered and squealed! "What?!" her legs giving little kicks, but there was too much weight on her back, and Perrin's knees rose a little so she couldn't slip herself onto the floor. That taper dragged through her shaggy fur, grinding upwards and nearly prodding through her pucker's thickly wrinkled rim, but it glanced off instead, pressing harshly into her tailbase. She winced, feeling slippery flesh tightening to her butt, then drawing back. A moment of relief before it thrust back forward, and this time two of Perrin's fingertips funneled it through, slotting the dog into her soft, fuzz-clad crotch.
"What?" She couldn't believe what was happening. Her paws clenched down into Perrin's legs, strained so tightly that her claws were pricking through his leggings, tightening and bunching the fabric into thick creases, though he didn't seem to care. Body and mind overwhelmed, she could barely even form rational thought. Greyson's thrusts were thick and heavy, that shaft expanding rapidly through her little cunny. Soft lips sliding apart, tender flesh engulfing inch after inch of that rigid doggy cock. She wasn't sure if it was being pushed into her, or what was already inside just grew out. She wasn't sure if it mattered. Those hips rocked her body, rocked her senses, rocked her entire perspective of the world. It hurt, but pleasure fought back against the pain, senses she'd never felt before screaming. It resolved itself to a sensation akin to being punched in the gut with a tickle- Pressure overwhelming but it didn't hurt worse than a pinch, and it made her stomach roll with just how much of it there was. How could there be so much of it? Why did it feel so wet?
Cum slopped from her crotch as those hips rolled. She hardly noticed Perrin's grip relaxing on her neck, turning to gentle and soothing strokes from the top of her head to her shoulders, something that really did help even her breathing. Dog semen spilled out in a fury across her walls, shooting out this way and that, and it trickled from her crotch to her thighs in a torrent, that thick shaft displacing it as soon as it let it loose. There was just no room in her body for anything else- Her lips were stretched taut, her walls full as they caressed his thick shape. That taper dragging along her cervix core, battering at it, bringing pained winces to her face from a sensation that she only half-felt- But when he finally pushed through, when that thick cock sprouted into her womb, she gasped!
His knot had been half-inside her, but she only realized it as it began to swell. Both their bodies still rocking gently, but the thrusting came to a jerked halt as that knot ballooned inside of her belly. Forcing her apart, straining her, little squirts of cum bubbling up where they'd rested on the edge of her folds, everything else already painting thighs or the carpet, if it wasn't now being shot through to her womb. Vision blurred, the feline shuddered, feeling the pressure and heat being intensified within her belly, seeming to seep out through the rest of her limbs. It was too much... It was too much
"What..." She muttered the word out weakly, panting with a spluttering gasp as Perrin stroked her over the ear. "Poor girl..." His voice was much gentler than it had been before. "Perhaps I should have started you on a smaller dog. Oh well. Relax, and sleep if you feel you need it. Just means things can only get easier from here, eh?"