Latex-Pups - Chapter 1
This is a story about how the protagonist met his Latex-Pup, that he named "Pop".
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A Latex-Pup is a dog-like creature made almost entirely of latex. Latex-Pups are highly sexual. They depend on humans' bodily fluids. They gain life energy from the fluids. Furthermore, they depend on having their genitals stimulated often.
The predatory nature of Latex-Pups makes them be seen as an epidemic by humanity. But to me, they're lovely company!
Pop appears from between my legs, and places his front paws on my lap. "I am trying to watch a YouTube video here, Pop! Geeze". Pop's massive paws press against my crotch. I stroke Pop's rubbery latex neck. I scratch the top of Pop's head and his tongue hangs out. I lick Pop's nose and his lips open, and I lick the tip of his pink tongue. He whimpers in satisfaction. I refocus my attention on the YouTube video. I am looking for a good one. It will keep me entertained and distracted for quite some time. Pop starts whining. He then licks my cheek and neck.
I adjust my boner under Pop's paws, so that it would be more comfortable. My sweatpants are comfortable and warm. I look out the window. Snow covers the street, the roofs and the walkways. It is sunny. The sun makes everything glow. And it is quiet, not a single person is out there. It's peaceful. I can hear my phone going off. I check my messages. One from my boss asking me to work the next night shift. I agree, since I have not much else to do. I give Pop a quick massage of his neck. His latex skin is warm, and firm.
I reach down to touch Pop's rubber penis. He whines again. It gets my attention. I look up at him. He is panting heavily, drooling. His eyes are wild, his pupils dilated. His tongue is sticking out. He leans over me and licks my face. I taught him to be patient with his peepee-scratches. I stop touching his penis. His tongue flops onto my shoulder. He wags his tail rapidly and whines again. He is begging me to play with his penis. I am amused and intrigued. "Good boys are patient with peepee-scratches", I say. I start petting him again. Pop licks me all over my neck. His tongue is clammy with saliva. But I enjoy it nonetheless. I love to pet a soft, squishy, slippery object. His penis is definitely squishy. I lick his nose. It is wet and glistening. The saliva makes his nose slick. I put my hand around his penis and squeeze. It moves, as if it were alive. I laugh. "Good boy," I tell him. "You're such a good boy, Pop. You know that?".
A new video comes on. In it, a reporter discusses stray Latex-Pups. She talks about how the Latex-Pups are not allowed near schools. There are lots of them running rampant. She talks about several politicians, who argue in favor of exterminating all Latex-Pups. But the scientists disagree. Scientists say that they should try to study them and see what the consequences could be, before doing anything drastic. This causes a lot of people to become angry and oppose the government's decision, saying that it is irresponsible to let them roam the streets. Even the scientists say that people are right to be afraid. Latex-Pups are incredibly sexual, and many find them disgusting. A scientist even said they might end up being an important biological weapon. Some people have even speculated that latex pups may be spreaders of AIDS. But the scientists have proven they cannot be responsible for HIV because latex pups do not carry viruses.
"Just give them all to me.", I say to myself. I can handle Latex-Pups. The trick is to train them to be patient. They don't have enough intelligence to understand what I'm telling them. They just want to fuck. But once I have given them enough training, they'll learn how to be good little dogs. Once they've learned how to be submissive, I think they'll be able to do whatever I ask them to do. They won't bite when they don't get peepee-scratches. They won't tear my clothes off or chase me around. That's my goal with the latex pups. They are perfect. Perfect for me. No one wants to fuck something so ugly and gross. But to me, they're wonderful, once they are submissive. Like Pop. Pop is always happy. He loves to lick. He loves to lie down for a cuddle. He likes my fingers to stroke him. I'm sure he is just a big ol' softie deep inside, who loves to be petted by anyone he chooses to love. I smile at his affectionate behavior.
The stray latex-pups I encounter on my way to work growl at humans, and stalk them. They are desperate for sex. They are extremely aggressive. But they usually don't attack, unless someone pushes them. I make sure not to push the strays into attacking me. They have too many teeth. Once they are too close to you, and you can't run away, it's best to pet them until help arrives. Or, if you have no choice, to touch their genitals and sphincter, and to let them lick you. After they have tasted your sweat or saliva, they think of you as a submissive prey. You have to make sure that they stay in a dominant position. If you allow them to dominate, they might relax enough to let you escape.
Sometimes, though, you find latex-pups that are small, weak or gentle enough to handle safely. This is how I found Pop. He was alone, and starving. He did not fight me or bite me as I came up to him. He did not claw me. Instead, he started pawing my jeans-covered crotch, sniffing it, pushing his snout into my crotch. It tickled, and it made me laugh, but I did not push him off me, afraid that he would take it the wrong way.
I didn't want anyone to see me with the latex-puppy. They would shun me for engaging with them voluntarily. So instead, I took a step back away from the dog, and calmly started walking. I was hoping that he would follow me, and he did. I walked down a street, hoping to find a trail that leads into the forests. Eventually, I found one. As I started following the trail, I heard a loud bark behind me. I turned to look back at the stray puppy. It stopped and stood still. It looked at me. It seemed that it thought I was trying to escape him. So, quietly, I hushed to him, "come here". I looked at him expectantly, hoping that he understands my intent. He obeyed without hesitation, padding along the ground towards me, and stopping next to me. He rested his snout on my leg, sniffing. We weren't in the clear yet, but hopefully we'd get there soon. I rubbed the side of my shoe on his rubbery stomach, making sure not to touch his penis. I then whispered "come on", and started moving again. I felt the puppy move with me. He trotted beside me for a while, keeping pace with me. Sometimes he would take licks at my crotch, and I made sure not to upset him by hitting his head as I walked.
As time passed, the rogue puppy became increasingly clingy. He would latch his teeth onto my pants, and not let go, sometimes pulling me. At first, it scared me, and I considered running away. But I was too deep in. And so instead, I would pat him on the head, and reassure him that the pulling and gnawing wasn't necessary.
We weren't in the clear yet. The trail looked too well-kept, and people could come by and see us at any moment. We needed a secluded spot, maybe somewhere in the woods, where we could be alone. But I started worrying that the latex-puppy would become too impatient, and start ripping my jeans apart. That would definitely end poorly.
I decided that, perhaps, occasionally touching my crotch and letting him sniff it would make him calmer. As I kept walking, I reached inside my jeans to stroke my penis. It started squishing between my fingers. My penis twitched a few times, leaking pre-cum. The Latex-Puppy went mad at my movements, and sniffed vigorously, stepping into my path. I was forced to come to a stop, so as not to anger him by walking into him. I removed my hand from my pants, and the puppy instantly started licking the pre-cum off of my fingers. He was so excited. Then he grabbed hold of me. He pulled me forward. He was tugging at my pants again. It was frustrating. He was acting like a spoiled brat. All I had wanted was to find a secluded spot, but he wouldn't understand! I started shouting at him, "Get off!". He let go of my pants immediately. He whimpered and licked my shoes. He looked sad. He started whining softly, and looking back and forth between me and the trail.
This made me feel like I was back in control. Maybe he had grown accustomed to having me around, and trusted me now. But I knew better. He was still acting out. Maybe he needed to be shown his place. Right now, though, he kept licking my shoes. I decided to crouch down, firmly hold him by his neck, and pet his rubbery cheek. "That's a good boy", I cooed. "Good boys listen, and are patient". When I felt that he was finally calm and relaxed, I stood up, and kept walking.
I followed the trail to the edge of the forest. It was late afternoon and the sun hung low over the trees. The air smelled sweet and fresh. Birds chirped above, and small animals scurried about. I looked around. The latex-pup started sniffing my buttocks, and I felt confident enough to let him, even petting his head to let him know that it was alright. We were still in danger of being caught by joggers, or by cyclists. But for now, it seemed silent and empty. The latex-pup started pushing his snout against my sphincter through my pants. His forceful behavior made me afraid that he would act up again, and so I started walking.
He followed me, keeping a respectful distance, not barking at anything. We walked a while longer and came upon a pond. It was filled with frogs, all of which hopped, squeaked, and hopped again. It was such a beautiful pond, and such a lovely sight. The pond was surrounded by tall grass that blocked view from the trails. But it was still too close to the trail for my comfort. This was when I decided to go off the trail, walk past the pond, past the tall grass, and keep moving into the deeper forest. I looked behind me to make sure that the latex pup was okay with this plan. He kept following me. It seemed that he was determined to stick by me, no matter where I went. I tried not to think about what would happen if I wasn't interested in him any longer, and tried to escape. Would the latex pup turn savage? Or would it be content?
It was dark, and I could barely see where I was going. I felt that it was best to stop here. I strained my eyes and looked around. There was a clearing right in front of me. I walked towards it, and the latex pup followed. I could hear the birds and the crickets. It was so peaceful. My tenseness subsided, and I decided that it was safe.
Latex-Pups have excellent night vision and hearing. If I wanted to escape now, it was too late. My heart beat faster. I could barely see the pup, but I could make out that it was encircling me. Suddenly, it moved closer. Then it jumped on me! I held my breath, waiting for the bite. I held my arms in front of me. But instead of a bite, I could sense a rhythmic motion, and the pressure of paws on my chest. As I opened my eyes to meet those of the latex pup, I realized what he was doing. He was humping the air between me and him. I stood there, as the latex pup leaned against me, panting heavily and uncontrollably humping away at nothing.
I decided to remain in this position, and calculate my next move. I didn't want to upset him, as his teeth were dangerously close to my face. I had seen latex-dogs that bit people during sexual activity before. I watched as he continued to breathe rapidly, his mouth open slightly, showing the pink gums underneath.
If I wanted to move my arms, I would have had to make sure not to push him away, or appear as though I struggled. And so, in order to assure to him that I wouldn't fight, I kissed his snout. He was so focused on his task, that he didn't respond to me at first. After a couple of moments he briefly stopped, licked my face, and moved his back legs closer to my body. I could now feel his belly, and his hardened prick. He had a large penis, and so it pressed uncomfortably against my abdomen. He must have been enjoying this because he kept humping his hips against mine. He had laid his front legs on my shoulders, and hugged me against him. I could barely keep balance, as my knees buckled under the weight. I wrapped one arm around his waist to steady myself. Almost immediately, he stopped, and growled. "Shhh ssh shh", I cooed, afraid that he would bark or bite me. I kissed his neck as a sign of submission. He stopped growling, but kept his claws digging into my back. I didn't dare remove his legs from my shoulders. The puppy was breathing quickly. He started licking the back of my neck, almost as if to make up for the growling. "I'll be good", I cooed, with shaky voice. He seemed satisfied.
I could feel my heart beating, pounding hard against my chest. The scent of latex filled my nostrils. The latex was soft and warm. I could feel hot drool all over my neck and shoulders. Slowly, I wrapped my other arm around his waist, while leaning my head against his neck.
What an awkward situation, I thought to myself. In the middle of the forest, in the middle of the night, hugging a horny latex dog while standing. What a stupid idea! I should have just stayed at home, watching a movie. But then again, maybe it was just that I got carried away. He hadn't bitten me, and he wasn't trying to rip my clothes apart... so I was probably safe.
Still feeling uncomfortable, I slowly started to crouch down, with the pup's weight still on my shoulders. The moonlight was bright enough for me to make out the silhouette of his dick. As I lowered my body, I kept holding onto the back of the dog, so as not to fall backwards. I had to shift my weight forward, however, which made my face dangerously close to the latex dog's penis. It was emitting warmth. I let go of the dog's back, and plopped on my butt. The weight of the dog still on my shoulders pushed me back, and we both collapsed onto the ground.
The latex dog landed squarely on top of me. I couldn't lift him, even if I tried. He was too heavy, so heavy that it pushed my breath out. My lungs strained against my rib cage. I started coughing violently, but that only caused the latex dog to start growling. I began to feel dizzy. "Get off, please", I whispered, weakly.
The latex dog ignored me and kept growling.
"Please get off". I was losing consciousness. I didn't even have energy left to struggle.
The latex dog stopped growling and licked my nose. I closed my eyes and almost succumbed to sleep. But at the last moment, he got off of me, and I sat up gasping for breath. I didn't know how much time had passed, until I heard a noise. The latex dog whimpered, and I could feel the warmth of his pee seeping through my shirt and down my body. He was peeing on me. I instinctively threw my hands up in disgust.
His body was hovering over me as I sat there, receiving his piss as if he was marking a fire hydrant.