Wolf Bait
Story by Dukeman on SoFurry
Theo is an unusual sheep, because he's made of leaves and smells minty! He's also unusual in that he has a breedable slit between his legs. He needs to be careful about getting knocked up, especially when canines seem so attracted to him.
After a boring week of paper-pushing and meetings that could have been emails, Theo had gone to a new bar in hopes of an exciting start to the weekend. A couple drinks, some flirting, maybe a guy to take back to his apartment- no, he shouldn’t. It was a mistake to go to the bar at all, honestly, for he wasn’t like other guys. For one, he was an adorable sheep with leafy green wool and minty aroma. For another, his outward appearance screamed ‘femboy’, but the area between his legs was distinctly female, thus subjecting him to all the pros and cons of having a pussy. One such con was going into heat early, practically ruining his Friday night fun.
Oh, he could still go out and have a good time. He just needed to be careful. Extra, extra careful with his self-control, and of others who might take advantage of his near-delirious state. Theo was swooning at every second guy to enter the bar – especially the big canines – and he was barely into his first drink! It might have been a better idea to go to his usual bar where he was a regular instead of halfway across town to a place he already forgot the name of, but that was hardly exciting. The stakes were higher, but so was the sheep’s mood. There was something alluring to the risk of it, like gambling with his own body.
His mood skyrocketed when a wolf, who had been staring at him across the bar for some time, came over and claimed the stool next to him. They were just his type; a large, handsome wolf that looked like they could pick him up and then some. They were a timber wolf of brown and darker brown fur patterns with a creamy chin that looked like it extended all the way down to places Theo forced himself to look away from. The wolf sized him up as well, then ordered the pair of them drinks.
“Hey~” said the handsome wolf.
“H-hiii,” Theo choked out.
“I’m Duke.”
Already, he wanted to hide, even though this was basically what he came here for. “Theo..”
“Well Theo, what’s a cute thing like you doing in a place like this?”
A place like this? He didn’t actually know what kind of place this was. It seemed like a bar, though the clientele came and went unexpectedly fast. “Uhm, what do you mean?”
Duke leaned on the bar with a casualness that suggested he was a regular. “It’s a bar. Does everything a bar does. But it’s sorta unspoken that,” he gestured around to people in pairs, “this is a meeting place for, uhhh… Hookups.”
He blushed immediately. It’s that kind of bar?! I really should have just gone to the usual, he thought. The timber wolf picked up on his embarrassment and laughed.
“Relax, I’m not looking to take you home- unless you want me to,” he said, leaning closer to flash his fangs. Those jagged teeth, the kind an apex predator had, made to bite down on the neck of unruly prey, caused Theo to let out a soft “meep”. He was in deep trouble; Duke was exactly his type, and he was this close to- nope! Self-control! The sheep shook his head, ridding it of dirty thoughts.
“Uhh, no. No thank you, but uhm,” he started to say. It was a really bad idea to sit and chat with a canine like him with his heat reaching a boiling point, since it would no doubt lead to flirting and… possibly more. Just being in the wolf’s presence and basking in his predatory gaze was thrilling… Surely just a bit of flirting couldn’t hurt? He wiggled on his stool cutely, “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you a bit more, Duke. If you’re okay with just chatting?”
“Yeah, no worries! Any excuse to get this close to a cutie~”
Theo felt himself blushing again, and a nervous chuckle died in his throat. Wow, tonight is going to be interesting. He took a biiig gulp of his beverage; if the wolf was going to keep laying charm on him, then he’d need some liquid courage! Never mind the steady loss in inhibitions and the rising lust in his loins. This was the thrilling start to the weekend he’d been craving all day; all he had to do was resist any extremely tempting invitations to the wolf’s home. Easy, right?
Duke spotted the sheep sticking out like a sore thumb when he’d entered his usual hunting grounds, since they were brilliant green and exactly the type he was looking for. The wolf was here almost every Friday night to find a new toy – and he always got one, even if it took some extra ‘convincing’ – but tonight promised more; on approaching his target, he picked up the familiar scent of a bitch in heat. Odd, since the sheep was clearly male, even if they had some feminine qualities. No matter, the plan didn’t change, it only made him desire the cute little prey animal even more.
Chatting up Theo had been easy enough; he had a silver tongue sharpened over countless weekends at this very bar. He learned a lot about his mark over the first couple drinks: lives alone, friends and family in far away states, submissive to a fault. The sheep was practically wolf bait , and he had to glare a few other canines off from approaching his meal. After a few more drinks, the sheep inevitably excused himself to visit the boy’s room, failing to follow the most important rule in chatting with strangers at a bar.
Protecting your drink.
As his leaf-shaped tail disappeared around the corner, Duke called over the bartender – also a wolf – and whispered into his buddy’s ear. They gave a nod and swiped Theo’s drink, quickly holding it out of sight while fetching some medicine from a small, hidden alcove under the bar. The sleeping pills and fertility enhancers were already crushed for quick use, allowing the bartender to mix the powdered drugs in well before they returned. Theo came back to drink and flirt without missing a beat, gulping down his tasty cocktail without noticing the extra alcohol that’d been added to disguise the flavour. Halfway into the drink after that one, the effects caught up with him, making him sooo drowsy and horny that he was falling off the stool. Duke, being the gentleman he was, caught the little sheep and supported them out the door.
“This one’s had too much to drink, I’ll take him home. G’night mate.”
The bartender gave a slight nod, to which he responded with a villainous grin. The pair stumbled over to Duke’s car, where he buckled the floppy femboy in and got into the driver’s seat. He’d had quite a bit to drink already, same as Theo, meaning he would certainly be too drunk to drive. A non-issue, since he was already committing crimes, one extra hardly changed anything. The timber wolf drove his passenger out of town, driving in ways that earned him a few honks, but nothing more.
For Theo, the night had become a blur, which he assumed was just the result of drinking more booze than he should have. He was having so much fun at the bar chatting up Duke that it seemed rude not to keep drinking, so he did. The sheep’s head became heavy, and before he realised it he was stumbling out and into somebody’s car. Not his, since he’d taken the bus in. It had to be the wolf’s. Sure enough, when he got his weak neck muscles to comply, he rolled his head to gaze at the brown-furred wolf driving him home. Duke is so handsome, he thought. He focused on the timber wolf more than the actual surroundings – it was all just hazy blurs he couldn’t make out, anyway – and struggled to produce a few comprehensive sentences.
“Heyyy Duuuke.”
“Hm? Whatsup?”
“Can you take me home pleeease.”
“Yeah, of course. Be there soon.”
“I haven’t told you-“
“Got it off your phone,” replied the wolf, reaching over to tousle his hair, “just close your eyes, you’ve had a lot to drink.”
“Baaaa…” he huffed, alcohol on his breath.
“I’ll take good care of you, cutie.”
He blushed and melted a little in Duke’s passenger seat. “Baaaa..!”
At some point Theo did close his eyes, and when they finally reopened he found he was no longer in town. Instead, the car’s headlights illuminated a long dirt road lined with old trees. His head didn’t feel so heavy anymore, but it was still a chore to move. He flopped his head to look at the wolf.
“Wha, w-where-“
“Nearly there,” they interrupted, petting the sheep’s head. That felt really nice.
His eyes drooped heavy, then closed again, but this time he slept. The narcotics running rampant in his body, among other things, reduced him to a limp doll, allowing him to be manhandled by anyone who sought to take advantage of his extremely vulnerable state. Everything had gone exactly as planned, and in just one evening, his life was completely ruined.
Theo awoke an unknown amount of time later with a dry mouth and scattered brain, struggling to move or think. He quickly became aware that he still felt drowsy, but not sleepy. Something was wrong. His pussy also felt like it was burning up, far more than heat should have. There was an unusual craving to get fucked and knocked up by a big, hard-
The sheep shook the thought away and forced himself to sit up, refocusing his vision. After glancing at the surrounding concrete walls, he realised he didn’t remember where he was, or much of anything since the bar. He held his aching temple, and it came back in flashes: getting blackout drunk, being driven home, the wolf. Duke! Where was he? The sheep sat up on a bare mattress – not very comfortable, he complained inwardly – and peered around the room, his vision still a little fuzzy from all the alcohol.
There was a basic bathroom in the corner that looked more appropriate for a prison cell than… wherever this was. There were some dog bowls – food and water – for a pet that wasn’t currently in the room. And besides the plain mattress, the only other feature in the bleak, grey room was a staircase leading up to a door. “Why am I in a basement..” he muttered to himself, holding his aching forehead. The sheep stumbled onto his hooves and made his way up the stairs to find Duke, or anyone.
Except, the door was locked. He jiggled it, hoping it was just stuck. No, definitely locked. He was locked in a basement. Eyes growing wide, the prey mammal began to hyperventilate, rattling the door knob a lot harder and pounding his clenched fist against the door. “Hey, heeyy!! Hello?! Somebody let me out!” he shouted with increasing panic. Fuck, fuck, did he fuck up? Getting drugged and kidnapped at a bar was supposed to be a cautionary tale, he never actually expected it to happen!
Suddenly, the door at the top of the stairs – the one Theo was currently pressed up against – swung open, sending him tumbling down and earning a few nasty bruises. With his brain all rattled, the sheep didn’t notice Duke until they’d come all the way down to crouch before him.
“Oh, sorry about that sheepy. I didn’t think you’d be awake yet.”
“Oouggh, fuck,” he moaned and winced, half-opening one eye to look at his wolf ‘friend’. “Did you fucking kidnap me-?”
The wolf simply shrugged, as if it were a normal thing to be asked, “yeah I did. It was easy, too. Types like you are basically wolf bait.”
The predatory term sent a shiver through the leafy sheep. He was sobering up very quickly, and was becoming very afraid. It was then that he noticed the timber wolf was holding some belt-like things and looking at him as if he was a piece of meat. They even licked their lips.
“W-what’re you going to do with me..?” he asked, more afraid of the answer than Duke himself.
The wolf chuckled, but otherwise stayed silent, grabbing Theo by the arm and hauling them up. He bleated as he was tossed to the stained mattress and pounced on, fearing for his life as that large canine began tearing into him. Claws and teeth, shredding the nice clothes he’d worn to the club and ripping tufts of leaves from his woolly exterior. Carnivores falling into their old habits and savaging herbivores wasn’t unheard of, so he fought back in a primal need to survive, kicking and lashing out and what felt like a wild animal about to devour him.
If Duke had wanted to, he could have eaten the minty sheep, because their pitiful defence hardly deterred him at all. Other than a glancing hoof to his ribs, he easily overpowered and stripped his prey, leaving Theo in little more than scraps of cloth to cover his femboy figure. Where the wool was sparse, thin cuts and shallow gashes seeped with red as he clearly hadn’t been careful enough. That, or he simply didn’t care. Duke licked his dark lips again.
“Heheh, knew you had that smell about you. You barely look like a man, so it makes sense you got a cute lil’ prey pussy~”
Theo secret was exposed; the wolf had ripped through his pants and confirmed what his keen smell had anticipated. The sheep wasn’t just a cboy, he was in heat, too. There was no mistaking those puffy, eager outer lips, or the way they glistened with barely constrained arousal, especially with the fertility enhancers rampaging through his syste. Being at the complete mercy of the dangerous wolf should have been the biggest turn-off imaginable, yet he could not deny the forbidden perversions swimming through his mind. He was completely at the mercy of this strong, dangerous wolf, and that thought alone made his minty pussy clench.
“N-no,” he whimpered, though he only half meant it. “Please, don’t do this… Let me go, Duke.”
“Call me sir ,” he growled, “or master if you prefer. That’s about the only choice you’ll get from here on…”
Theo let out a pathetic “baaa” and tried to cover himself on the mattress, using limbs to protect his vulnerable pussy and neck, as if that would do anything to hinder a wolf like Duke. They picked up one of those straps and grabbed his wrist, easily overpowering his weak prey arms and pinning his left hand. They connected the strap to a buckle Theo hadn’t noticed on the side of the mattress, tying his wrist with very little give. After doing the same to his right wrist, the leafy sheep was deprived of his arms. There were more straps, but the canine clearly didn’t need them as they gripped Theo’s legs, right under the knees, and lifted them up, nearly folding the terrified cboy in half.
Having his legs forcefully bent that far was a bit painful, but that would be the least of his worries as he felt something hot and slick slap down upon his exposed slit. Instinctively he tried to close his legs, but the wolf’s grip was iron. He wriggled fruitlessly, desperately trying to prevent the inevitable. As Duke gave a toothy grin and dragged his leaking tip across his sensitive entrance, Theo realised how _well and truly fucked _ he was.
The bleating sheep boy kept kicking his legs, struggling in vain against an opponent that considered him a snack. The wolf could have thrust into his exposed cunt at any moment, but he kept on teasing, dragging that pointed tip along his wet groove, waiting for the prey’s fear and anticipation to grow ripe. It felt humiliating to be so helpless, like he’d been reduced from a free-thinking person to just an object for sexual use. Theo felt another shiver. He’s using me, he thought, I can’t do anything to stop him, I’m no more than a fucktoy now. Despite how terrified he was, a bead of sweet, feminine arousal rolled down onto Duke’s length. The fire in his loins was unbearable, worse than any heat he’d ever experienced before, enough to make him – to some extent – crave the big, strong wolf poised above.
Theo’s eyes were wide like saucers, pupils dilated in a mix of terror and forbidden excitement – just as he wanted. His cock lanced forward, spearing himself into those tight folds. They yielded easily due to a mix of arousal and the sheer force behind his hips, allowing him to sink deep on the first go. Theo screamed, then pleaded, then sobbed. He ignored it all and kept pumping his hips, undisturbed by his ‘toy’ making those ugly sounds. All that mattered was how well they squeezed his dick, and how many pups he could force in there.
“Fuckin’ tight,” he snarled, “were you saving this for someone special?” The roughed-up sheep was too busy groaning to reply, so he continued, “oh well. You’ll be making me some wolf pups instead, once I pump a litter in you…”
It hurt a lot, especially when compounded with the stinging claw marks all across his body, making him look like the victim of a wild animal attack. Despite this, his traitorous pussy was thrilled at the thick meat it greedily gulped, sucked, and squeezed on. His female anatomy and drug-fuelled heat didn’t discern between a gentle lover or savage rapist; it determined there was a suitable male breeding his fertile body, and that was enough to reward him with unparalleled pleasure.
His thick thighs and legs trembled when he was forced to cum all over that fat cock, getting him to moan for the first time that night. Duke’s lip tugged into a smirk, “there you go, enjoy it pet. You might as well, because I’ll stop when I want to. You just lay there and take it.”
He thrust harder, making the mattress creak under strained springs as he fucked his prey into it, making them feel his thickness spread them open. The wolf’s girth almost doubled when working the knot into his tight cunt, somehow elevating both the pain and pleasure. It was like trying to shove a tennis ball in there, which seemed impossible at the time. “Stop, please, it won’t fit-!” he pleaded. Duke didn’t even slow down, as if he hadn’t heard them at all. He just kept pounding into their leafy butt, making the knot seem a little more possible every time.
It was hard to tell if the sheep’s groans were pained or happy – even Theo couldn’t tell – whenever he forced one out of them. Duke hoped they felt as good as he did. There was no denying he was the villain in this, but it’s not like he hated the sheep. He liked Theo, they were rather cute, and very breedable. Ever since approaching them at the bar, he’d desired the pretty green sheep very much, and wouldn’t allow a little thing like ‘consent’ to stop him from claiming his new favourite toy. Even while he fucked them, he was imagining all the fun things he could do to them later. Lots and lots of sex, of course, but also an overwhelming desire to own Theo. Like property, or a pet. He had to have them, and now that he did, it was intoxicating.
“Huff, rrff, fuck I love you-“ he gasped, getting a short, surprised bleat out of the sheep. In a strange show of affection, the wolf leaned down to drag his broad tongue along Theo’s neck, leaving a trail of saliva that wet the thin fur. He was tasty, so he licked again, and again. Then nibbled.
Under the onslaught of sensations, he could no longer control his bleating; the sheep baaed and moaned, feeling very much like a piece of fuckable meat in the moment. The wolf’s teeth weren’t enough to pierce the thin hide of his neck, thankfully, though it left little tickles and strangely intimate sensations that came with it. As terrible as it was, some fucked-up part of Theo felt giddy about feeling so wanted like this. His legs squirmed again, and this time, he realised Duke was no longer holding them up.
He could have fought back, could have found the perfect angle to perhaps kick Duke in the nuts. The chances of escape were slim, but the leafy sheep didn’t even try; the first thing he did was wrap those legs around the wolf raping him, and then he bleated, “baaa… Please…”
Duke exhaled warmly onto his prey’s wet neck, making them to shiver, “Please sir.”
Theo’s pussy clenched hard at that, reminding him of just how much wolf cock he currently contained (a lot). The knot was almost gaping him to the halfway point, meaning his fate would soon be sealed, and his womb would be quite busy for the next nine months. It was clear the wolf wouldn’t stop, he’d already tried and failed to convince them, failed miserably to fight back, so what else could he do?
Nothing.
Duke was right, he was just a subby little prey animal, born to be the fleshlight of a predator like them. Accepting that wasn’t so easy, since he’d be discarding the rest of his life, but it was a fact at this point. He’d been kidnapped with zero idea of where he was or the chances of rescue. Maybe he’d never return to his old life of unjamming printers and consuming mediocre coffee, maybe he’d never have the future he dreamed of, the one where he lived with a hot guy and had a fulfilling job. No, the only certainty was that he was underneath a horny wolf intending to knock up his fertile boypussy with a litter of wolf pups. The worst part was that it felt incredible to be his subby little cock holster, like that was his true purpose.
Theo pulled his legs in, helping press Duke’s hips against his own. With a glassy-eyed stare, he gasped, “please sir, knot me.” That admission opened the floodgates, and he suddenly didn’t feel so bad being kidnapped and raped. How could he, when it felt so good to be a predator’s fuck toy? “Fuck me up sir,” bleated the minty sheep, “fucking rape me, knot me, knock me up pleasepleaseplease-!”
His words acted as encouragement, getting the canine to go all out on his desperate cunt. With a messy, wet ‘shlorp’ it finally sunk in, knotting them together and bringing them both to climax. Duke’s brief howl was silenced when he jammed his jaws around his prey’s throat, this time biting hard enough to draw blood in a savage ‘claiming bite’. For Theo, his keening cry hit a crescendo when he felt that first splash of wolf cum slap against his womb, followed by more and more ropes that quickly filled his belly. Every part of him was shaking, overtaken in a full-body orgasm that made him question why he’d resisted at all. Minty sheep juice flooded over the canine’s dick, helping his millions of sperm travel up and into his most fertile place.
The amount of cum surging into him felt visceral, like he was getting pumped up like a balloon. Not entirely an exaggeration, Theo would discover, as he looked down to see the canine cock-shaped bulge in his abdomen slowly disappear as it was replaced by a slight cum belly. Seeing that, knowing his herbivore eggs were being violated just as much as he was, implanted by a motherload of sperm to create the wolf’s pups, sent the sheep into another orgasm before the previous one had fully finished. After what felt like an hour of riding mind-breaking pleasure, he collapsed to the mattress, tension leaving his muscles as he floated on a cloud of bliss. Not quite, since he was on a dirty mattress, pinned by a wolf that had put claws, bites, and a litter in his body, but it felt undeniably good.
Duke went back to affectionately licking his neck while grinding into the limp sheep, murring and pulsing even more seed into them, as if every egg hadn’t already been claimed by the first wave. Theo was a little unresponsive after getting brutally fucked like that, but he didn’t mind. Once the knot softened enough to be tugged out, followed by a deluge of fluids that added to the stained mattress, he simply humped it back in, eager to ‘break in’ his new toy. Even thoroughly fucked, the sheep squeezed his dick perfectly. “We’re done when I say we’re done,” he whispered, beginning to fuck them again.
Theo continued to be raped for hours, though each time they finished it felt a little less like rape. At some point they’d put a collar on him, during one of the many times when he slipped into unconsciousness. There was a leash attached – which the wolf tugged on liberally – and a little metal tag he wasn’t able to get a look at. Gone was the terrified sheep that had woken up in that basement; now he was reduced to a slutty little hole for his mast- no, he still had some resistance in him. The chance for freedom was still alive, he just had to wait for the damn wolf to stop creaming his pussy so he could find a way out. Or endure long enough for people to notice he was missing. He hadn’t told anyone he went to the bar on the other side of town tonight, but people had seen him. They saw him with the wolf, surely someone would come looking. Surely.
“You’re so perfect, I love your pussy, rrrf, fuuuck,” the wolf groaned as he came again, filling Theo with… he’d lost count, but his belly was starting to look a bit pregnant already. He puffed with exertion, “hhhr, you’re mine, all mine Theo. My personal breeding toy, gonna turn you my puppy factory…”
His pussy clenched at the wolf’s words, filling him with far too much joy at the thought of being here that long. He had to escape, but where were they-? He recalled a long, dirt road during their car ride… Fuck. How far had they gone? Would anybody be able to find them? It was likely that Theo was on his own, in charge of his own fate. That wasn’t very inspiring. He just had to hold out, hold onto his sanity, no matter how much his traitorous pussy loved getting fucked by the strong wolf.
Wolf bait, his womb reminded him. You exist to carry his pups, be a good girl and grow them in your womb, push them out then get knocked up again, be his subservient little puppy factory. Those were the inner thoughts he battled with, as much as his body struggled to endure the physical pounding Duke constantly subjected him to. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to win. As his captor began thrusting into his sloppy, cum-filled pussy yet again, Theo’s own exhaustion caught up to him, and he passed out. His doll-like form bounced on the mattress as Duke kept going; it didn’t matter if his pet was awake, they were tight around his dick all the same…
On that long, dirt road that led to his unregistered property, Duke drove home from work with a carload of supplies. He had two mouths to feed after all, and eventually he’d have many more. They didn’t go get an ultrasound, for obvious reasons, but he could accurately guess it was going to be a lot.
The wolf pulled into a carport; it was well maintained, just like the rest of the house. He had several friends in high places, which was why his hideaway ‘den’ looked like a comfortable lodge instead of a rusty shack in the middle of the woods. He performed questionable services for said friends, and in turn they made sure the right people never saw him. It was an unethical living, but Duke wasn’t concerned with trivial things like that. Eager to relieve some tension after a long day, he left most of the supplies in the boot and went inside with a newspaper under one arm.
“I’m home,” he announced.
Just as she’d been trained, Theo crawled around the corner to greet her master. He hadn’t needed to keep her in the basement after the first month; she’d been thoroughly broken in by then. The leafy sheep no longer resembled the femboy that was dragged into this house, now that she had a sizeable baby bump. Several of master’s pups were kicking around in there, and that filled her with unparalleled joy. Below that bump, just above her minty pussy, was a tattoo that one of master’s ‘friends’ had etched onto her, causing even the short fur of her abdomen to show a silhouette of a wolf’s head in the various brown shades of Duke’s fur.
The greeting consisted of some girly bleating and nuzzling into the wolf’s affectionate paw. It felt so good when master pet her. Duke sat on the recliner and he immediately followed, taking his position between master’s legs and burying his nose in their crotch, earning a sweet “good girl” from the timber wolf. She tugged his pants down, uncovering his wonderful sheath. Like sniffing a flower, she huffed his scent before digging her snout into that opening, inhaling and licking whatever she could. That masculine scent always made her feel better, like a hazy fog that removed any desire to think. Thinking was too hard; it was better to be a pet.
Master’s shaft extended into her mouth, which she obediently sucked on before it ever became exposed to the air. While she worshipped him, the rustle of paper told her he was reading the newspaper. Those things were full of nonsense she didn’t need to worry about, her only concerns were serving master. Once his shaft was polished and shiny with saliva, she nestled under it and huffed his amazing balls – the same ones that had gifted her with master’s puppies.
“Hey, slut,” she heard him say. Theo looked up, vision half-obscured by his hefty cock.
“Baa?”
“Look, it’s you,” he said, tapping the front page. There was a picture of a minty green sheep boy in amongst his family and friends, along with the heading: Missing for Nine Weeks, Search Efforts Fading. She didn’t recognise anyone in the picture, and went back to cleaning master’s nuts. He chuckled and petted her between the ears, “good girl~”
Theo was vaguely aware that this hadn’t always been her life. She’d been unhappy before, unsatisfied with her life until Duke took the decision away and changed it for her. He’d claimed her, marked her, knocked her up. It was him that made her realise she was a slutty hole, and more importantly she was wolf bait. That meant she belonged to master. He could do whatever he wanted to her, and she would enjoy it. Life was perfect.
Duke set the paper down and yanked on Theo’s leash, causing the collar to bite into her neck. She moaned. Grabbing her by the chin, he inspected the cboy’s adorable features again, taking note of his womb tattoo on her baby bump and the collar tag that simply read “Duke’s Pet”. He smiled warmly, for she was perfect, then leaned down and kissed Theo deeply, pushing his tongue into her cheeks and injecting doggy saliva. He met no resistance.
“I love you, pet.”
“I love you too, master.”