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Flare grumbled to himself as he watched his trainer shut the door. Watched her silhouette as it traveled past the window, mount her bike and travel off to whatever errands it was that she had to run. He glanced about the strange living room, the owner- A friend of his master, another girl whom's scent made him certain they were sisters, even if her hair was a little longer, her skin a little more pale, and her general physique just slightly more plump. He sighed- It wasn't the first time that he'd been dropped off somewhere, but he at least was normally taken to somewhere **Fun**. Like the daycare, or with one of those move-trainers at the park. Here just seemed **boring**, everything was clean and put together and there didn't seem to be any toys about- None that smelled like they were for him, anyways.

With his sitter just cozied up on the couch, he began to pace about a bit. The massive arcanine startlingly dainty when it came for moving between furniture, barely even brushing the living room's coffee table as he strolled on by, not even brushing her when he began to sniff and snuffle at something from beneath the couch. There was something hard under there, hard and rubbery and thick- It smelled good, was long like one of his bones, though the shape was a little off. The taste familiar but different, and Flare began to think that his master had left something behind that they'd dropped. Of course, when his sitter saw that her was pulling out a massive black dildo shaped like a flaring horse, she just squealed and snatched it away from him. He tried to keep it, growling his excitement over this game of tug-o-war, but she smacked him on the nose and he grumbled, releasing it, all sorts of disgruntled as he went slinking off to the rest of the house, ignoring whatever scolding she was giving for his misbehavior. HE wasn't the one going around smacking HER, now was he?.

He ended up falling asleep near the back door after a bit of exploration- Every inch of the place sniffed all over, at least the rooms that weren't blocked off by a closed door- And when he returned to figure out how he was going to get some food out of this sitter, he found she was asleep. He grumbled at that, disgruntlement growing further until he realized what posture she was in. It wasn't quite the same as his Master- Her posture was more pronounced- But she had the same sort of curl of her body, blankets all wrapped around shoulders and chest, hugging them in so tightly that they'd pulled them off her panty-cladded bum. Her smooth cheeks bare, and hanging over the edge of the cushions just that little bit, the couch too small for a full stretch so she'd angled them off to hang against the coffee table. The smooth, curving lines of her ass not even partially obscured by the thin pair of tanned panties that she wore- The fabric was thin and elastic, and it had bunched up into the crease of her broad central crack as she tossed and turned in her sleep.

Desired welled in Flare almost immediately. It wasn't quite the same by any stretch of the imagination, and his master was always bare, but- There was only ever one reason that she ever slept in that sort of pose. For him. Maybe this girl wouldn't be so bad...

Panting softly, he snuffled his way up to the sleeping woman, dipping his muzzle down and nudging it against her rear to take in that muted scent. She was clean, she was healthy, and he was fairly certain that had he been another species, she'd also be receptive to his seed. That didn't matter much to him- Eggs were unimportant compared to the glories of battle, and the praises of his master- But the thought did make his sheath twitch in such an odd way. He never really considered it before, but if his master could carry his eggs...

It was a silly thought, but he found himself salivating at the prospect. Her smell, her shape- Her everything. It was so close. Shutting his eyes, it was easy to imagine his trainer there before him. His wet tongue smacking down before he even really put thought into what he was doing, the broad muscle scooping in past the edges of her panties, dragging across that practically bared slit, curving and spreading it from either edge, tucking into the slight funnel that was her butt and bottom hole. She twitched, moaning softly as she stirred, so the Arcanine acted quickly.

Rather than risk waking her up with more lashes of the tongue, he stepped forward. Not really paying attention to where he was moving- His Master always made the same posture when presenting herself for him like this, and he had that burned into mind and heart- And as a result he didn't quite realize he was stepping on his sitter's face. Smooshing her lips and almost smothering her into the couch, her little jolt and snort as she was awoken so rudely lost on him- He was far too focused now, hips bumping and rolling on down, sheath swelling as it grazed across her cheeks, that taper prodding out into that plump, taut flesh, until it hooked past her panties and slid inside. The warmth that greeted him made him groan, his other paw hooking into her shoulder, grabbing at it, pressing in so tightly that it pulled half the remaining covers off, bunching them between her back and the couch's. His thick fur cascading over the little sleeveless shirt she war, a thin black nighty too simply made to be scandalous, his thick tufts tickling her all about

He didn't hear her little grumbles, didn't pay attention to the little jostles or half-hearted struggle that she gave. He was too focused on the image in his mind, of his trainer, of making those small adjustments to her trembles or moans until they matched. His shaft swelled, hips bucking forward, hunkering down until he could only push forward, or risk slipping out. A risk that didn't last for long as inch after inch of his meaty cock poured into the girl, driving through and swelling by the second, hot creamy seed pouring across her walls, slathering them, coating them over and spilling out along the edges, trickling down t he curves of her thigh to either trickle off onto the carpet or stain the cushion of the couch. His tongue was lolling, dense globs of saliva sliding off, either smacking her above the eye, on the eye, or across her forehead, forming a glistening wet smear along the uncovered portion of her cheek that soon highlighted the girl's deep blush.

Her struggles had stopped now- The arcanine's shaft driving deeper in eager little bobs, wet squelches to be heard whenever he had to pull back- A rarity, given his absolute desire to seed this woman. Sheath bunching around her outer lips, the pile of loose skin and fluff growing subtly, normally looking like it wasn't moving at all even as it shifted entire pounds of dense doggy cock. His length growing so hard that even the tiny bumps formed by his veins were more pronounced, a polished rippling texture formed that ground her apart.

He wasn't even aware of the swelling of his knot until she began to gasp frantically under its pressure. He could feel the tightness now- Master always stopped it for him before he pushed in too far, always cradled those orbs in her palms and squeezed them with all her might as he came- But she hadn't stopped him. It took him by surprise as much as her, those fat edges swelling out, spreading her poor slit far beyond its normal capacity, baring the back edges of his knot in a little oval-like window around the root, the back end bulbous and heavy. He tried to pull away, just out of the shock of how tightly he was being held, of how warmth was seeping in in such wonderful degrees to a place so sensitive like he'd never felt it before- But he was trapped. She yelped beneath him, and he went still, body trembling with sheer undiluted pleasure, his seed pouring out in deep, rapid bursts. Flooding through her womb, painting and staining her walls, just filling every crack and crevice that it could reach. He groaned, his paws shifting, and she just moaned- Both sucking in desperately needed air from being shoved face-down for so long, and just basking in the pleasure of the knot.

It took several minutes for sense to return to male. Flare's tail twitching in a gentle wag, contented as he lay sprawled over the girl's body, replacing the blanket she'd been wearing almost in its entirety. She seemed to be nodding off, sleepy to begin with, and so overwhelmed by her first real encounter with an Arcanine that it had rendered her borderline delirious. He himself was almost overwhelmed, but this posture was uncomfortable- Several parts of him were straining, and it wasn't long before he had to hoist himself up, paws scraping over the coffee table as he started to pull himself away. Only he grunted, and she groaned, whimpering and ordering him to stop moving as that knot remained well and truly sealed. His cock pulsing at the added stimulation, still leaking a dribble of seed, some leaky faucet that didn't know how to turn off even while water flooded over the pipe. He shimmied his hips, careful not too pull too much, and just slung his legs around. Feeling his root twist, his sheath and fur shifting back, filling the gap between the two as his thick haunches tucked themselves against her far more slender hips. Standing there, panting, feeling the throb of her tight little pucker, the delighted pulses that his own thick rim gave, the girl no longer leaning against the coffee table- Instead suspended by his knot to keep her bottom half from falling to the floor. She was biting at her pillow, and he just gave a sloppy sort of grin and held his muzzle aloft, looking positively content. The squeeze she gave around his shaft making him ripple, releasing a few more jets before he finally settled down- It would be as long as an hour yet before his shaft would go down