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“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Tyranny asked.

Xane sure hoped so. The past hour or so had been spent prepping him for the coming walk through the park. He knew what he had signed up for and was ready to reap the rewards finally. He knelt upright from the floor and removed the purple, rubber chew toy from his mouth. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

Right there he broke three rules. Tyranny snapped up a single, clawed finger fast enough to make him flinch. “Ah, ah. Try again.”

Xane realized his mistake and quickly stuffed the toy back into his maw before reassuming his position on his fours. “[i]Arf! Arf![/i]” he barked, his eagerness to please his mistress muffled by the chew toy.

A satisfied smile upturned the corners of Tyranny’s fabulously painted, plump lips. “Good boy.” She tugged on his leash. “Come on. Time for walkies.”

Xane’s heart pounded and his shaved fox tail started to wag. “[i]Arf![/i]”

This was his crucible in proving his loyalty to Tyranny, his new master. Since breaking up with his previous girlfriend, he approached Tyranny with the offer of becoming her pet. She was open to the idea, but on one condition: he would have to go on “walkies” with her to prove his loyalty. Xane decided upon it not much later, offering a hesitant yet firm ‘yes’. The gorgeously tall Tyranny made quick on getting everything ready for him, most importantly finding a nice doggy suit that would fit him. He wore it now, that skin hugging pink costume which covered him from chest to toe. The bust was a great cloud of pink faux fur in a big heart shape. Adorning his head was a gaudy beehive of hot pink fur with long doggy ears drooping all the way down to his shoulders and a little pink bowtie. The cherry on top of that pink poodle sundae was a collar with a gold bell to which the leash was attached.

Tyranny kept a tight grip on it, leaving but a precious couple feet between the collar and her scaley, red hand. Her outfit was just as flashy as his was, albeit much, much scantier. A rosy, leopard print sling bikini was what little she had to cover her saurine frame. Mere slivers of spandex clung to her teats before colliding into the sorely stretched hammock cradling her titanic cock and balls. The seat was invisible within the canyon of her beautifully big butt. It split around the root of a long, burdensome dinosaur tail before swooping up and down her broad and beefy shoulders. The mankini did less of a job concealing her body than the matching boa she draped down her shoulders. She accessorized with a pearl choker and ruby colored pantyhose which fell into the platform boots she wore. From head to toe, Tyranny exuded a sexual glamour so radiant that Xane fought not to go blind when he looked up at her from the end of the leash.

Tyranny drew Xane to the front door. He shuffled on his fours as quickly as he could, mindful of the heavy clops Tyranny’s shoes made on the hardwood in close proximity to his fingertips. Of course, everywhere she walked it was like the runway, one foot strutting in front of the other with all the practiced grace of a model. He needn’t worry about her stepping on his digits, not with a woman so proud of herself and her dog.

Tyranny opened the front door and brought Xane with her onto the porch where her practical nudity and his shameless submission could be on full display. The few folk who happened to be walking the sidewalk got a full view before they would either gasp and snap their gaze away or laugh and take a picture. Xane blushed hard, though Tyranny remained unfazed. She gave them a gay wave of her fingers while tugging on the leash. “Say ‘hi’, Xane.”

Xane cleared his throat through the chew toy now dripping with drool. “Ahem… [i]Ruff![/i]” He wagged his skinny poodle tail for good measure.

Tyranny smiled. “Good boy.” She took a deep breath through her nose, filling her lungs with a sweet summer smell. “Mmm, it’s a nice and pretty day, isn’t it, sweetie? Perfect for walkies.”

Her neighbors seemed to agree. More and more people walked by, offering their reaction to the bizarre scene. Xane’s tummy did a little twist, but he wouldn’t let it stop him now. All bets were in, and the game was about to begin. He beamed up at her and wagged his tail so hard that it whooshed through the air. “[i]Rrruff![/i]”

“Mmhmm, that’s right. Now let’s get going.” Tyranny led him off the front porch, a difficult process given the hard brick steps he had to descend while on his knees. Tyranny was patient, allowing some slack on the leash while he did something like a four-legged crabwalk down the steps. Eventually he made it to the sidewalk. There Tyranny pulled on the leash until he was at her side again. “Heel, boy. Good boy.”

Xane rushed to obey. Already taller than the fox when standing on her bare feet, she towered like a goddess in those platform shoes with him down on the ground. The slightest tugs on the leash would squeeze the collar on his throat. He felt the breeze coming off her legs whenever she took a step. Forced to breathe through his nose with the chew toy in his jaws, every breath filled his lungs with that intoxicating aura of hers. Looking where he was going made it easier to walk, but he could not hope to stop the occasional glance up at his master so that he could bathe in her splendor, if just for a moment.

Tyranny caught him a few times and smiled. “My handsome boy. Are you excited for the park?”

“[i]Rrff![/i]”

“Oh, come on. You can show a little more excitement than that.”

Louder this time, “[i]Rrrff! Rrrff![/i]” It caught the attention of several passersby, but he was too enraptured with his master to notice or care.

“Mmm, me too. Come on. It’s just up the road.”

Just up the road proved to be quite the hike when on your knees. A lifetime of bipedal locomotion meant he had to unlearn virtually everything he knew about walking and replace it with crawling. It was fortunate how patient Tyranny was in that she never outpaced him. He was her doggy, after all. She wasn’t trying to wear him out, merely to test his loyalty as her pet. Thus far he showed immense potential with hardly any waning enthusiasm, though he was prone to drooping his head whenever someone noticed the odd couple. Tyranny would tug on the leash to keep his head up, sometimes throwing in a word of encouragement. “Come on, Xane. We’re almost there.”

His tail would resume wagging. “[i]Arf![/i]”

They came upon the park eventually, finding it full of citizens enjoying the nice, sunny day. Couples strode together and chatted, people on break from work ate lunch, a few friends were throwing a football. Whatever anyone happened to be doing, it came to a screeching halt upon seeing Xane on the end of a leash in that gay doggy suit. More striking was the huge dinosaur towing him along, her shoes clopping along the asphalt walkway. The way her junk bounced off her thighs in its hammock was the most exigent, either making people blush and look away or pull out their phones. Tyranny met their attention with typical flare, offering more finger waves and adjusting her boa so that it looked right.

Xane wasn’t so bold, at least not yet. He would shy his face down and clench his jaw on the chew toy. Tyranny caught him again and perked him up with a firm but gentle tug on the leash. “Don’t you worry about them, baby. You’re just a cute little doggy on a walk with momma. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

Xane mustered his courage and gave a proud “[i]Rrruf![/i]”

“Damn right. Keep your head up, boy. Remember, we’re just a girl and her doggy taking walkies. Doesn’t matter what anyone thinks.”

Xane’s tail wagged. “[i]Arf![/i]”

She smiled. “Good boy.”

The pair walked a full lap around the park’s path, enjoying all the sights in and surrounding it. More folk gawked, but Xane learned to ignore them. Better yet, he started smiling at them from behind his slobber-ridden chew toy. Sometimes he would bark. Folk would laugh, folk would shake their heads and look away. Xane didn’t care anymore. He was on a walk with his mistress. Nothing was wrong with that.

An hour of walking later, Tyranny drew Xane towards a bench facing a pond. “Woo! My feet are killing me. I look damn good in these shoes, but they ain’t for walking very long.”

Xane felt the same way. Crawling proved to be a whole-body workout with every muscle in his limbs harboring a deep but satisfying burn. Had it not been for the heavy padding in the suits paws and knees he would’ve been skinned to the flesh on the asphalt. Tryanny swept her tail aside and plopped her giant rump down on the bench, spilling her haunch blubber through the gaps. Xane was on his knees in front of her, taking a moment to rest. Tyranny patted the space next to her on the bench. “Come up here with momma.”

Xane didn’t have to be told twice. He got up on his legs to sit down, but was stopped by a downwards tug on the leash that bent him forward. “Ah, ah. Doggies don’t sit like that.” Tryanny rubbed her lap. “Lay down on momma~”

Even better. Xane laid his tummy onto the plush double-cushion of Tyranny’s thighs. Blissfully soft leg flesh sank beneath his stomach while his skinny dog tail wagged in the air above his bum. Tyranny’s fat cock and balls burned hot against his ribs, their intense temperature felt even through her mankini and his suit. His eyes began to float in a pool of bliss while the poofy tip of his doggy tail thumped into Tyranny’s cleavage.

Tyranny smiled down at her pet as he lay in her lap with his heartbeat pulsing against her leg. His growing stiffy was equally noticeable, though Tyranny would take care of that later. For now, she was content to pat Xane’s head floof and sift her claws down his back to his tail. A very happy murr rumbled out of him as his eyes rolled back behind his lids. His tail wagging intensified. “That’s a good boy. You like the feel of that, don’t you?”

Even if there wasn’t a chew toy locked in his jaws, he wouldn’t have had the brain power to say how good it felt. He gave a lazy “[i]Rruff…[/i]” Without thinking, he gave her lap a weak hump which sank his bulge into the crack of her thighs. The first ring of delight throbbed through his willy and made his nipples go hard.

Tyranny put a stop to it with a pull on the leash. “Ah, ah. None of that right now, doggy. Wait ‘til we’re back home.”

Xane buzzed at the thought. His tail wagging became feverish. “[i]Rruff. Rruff.[/i]”

Tyranny scratched him behind his ear. “Good boy.”

The hour passed with more scritches, pets, and people passing by to witness. Every so often Tyranny would have to pull on the leash again to stop Xane from humping. He would, but it was only so long until he would start again and the leash would go taut. Tyranny got the message and patted the top of his head. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s go back home. Momma’s got a reward for being such a good boy today.”

Xane’s expression had been dumbed down by the barrage of good feelings since getting on the bench. The moment he heard about her reward, however, he sparked to life and wagged his tail wildly. He looked back up at his mistress with blazing blue eyes. “[i]Arf! Arf![/i]”

“That’s right! C’mon. Let’s head back and give you a treat~” She guided him off her lap by the leash. Once he was back on his fours on the ground she stood up and began their march back home. It felt terribly longer than going to the park, but not because of any difficulties moving. Xane could hardly wait anymore. His heart pounded, his tail blurred through the air, his penis was hard like stone as it jutted against the cup of his doggy suit. Though it hugged him as tightly as ever, it no longer felt like an outfit. It had become a genuine part of him, of who he was. Once a meek little fox, he was a loyal doggy ready and eager to please his master. Judging by the urgency with which Tyranny strode down the sidewalk, she was just as excited to see what he could do.

Seeing her house peel into view brought such elation that Xane started barking again. “[i]Arf! Arf! Arf![/i]” With newfound vigor he sped up in front of her, almost like a gallop. The only thing stopping him was the leash which Tyranny allowed to go as long as it could, holding it by the end loop.

“Easy, boy!” she said, feigning a struggle to keep him under control. “Don’t rip my arm out.” She pulled the leash firmly enough to make him slow down. He did so, but only reluctantly. The erection in his suit throbbed behind its zipper angrily. The pair made it to the front porch and climbed it. Tyranny unlocked the front door, opened it, then guided Xane inside. Once the door was closed behind them, she continued to the living room with Xane at her side. “Heel, boy,” she said with a sudden sternness.

His back snapped into a line like a soldier at attention. He kept his tail erect while stepping alongside her. They came to a stop on a fluffy white rug in the middle of the TV room. Xane watched with dreadful anticipation as she strode around in front of him, those towering shoes sinking into the rug’s white fluff and then standing shoulder-width apart in front of him, putting those gorgeously thick legs in an intimidating A-shape. His gaze traveled from her ankles to that huge bulge through which he could see the girthy shape of her cock helmet. The mankini’s fabric was partially lifted off her scales by the growth of her own erection. Further north he saw her bosom, then that beautiful visage of hers gazing at him with viciously reptilian eyes.

Her plump cherry lips curled into a grin once he made eye contact with her. “Beg,” she said. Xane lifted himself upright on his knees and brought his curled wrists in front of the suit’s chest floof. Tyranny reached out her hand and held it open beneath his jaw. “Drop it.” Xane’s jaw fell, and from it the slobber-glazed chew toy. Tyranny pinched it between two claws before unceremoniously tossing it aside. When Xane closed his mouth, he felt its absence between his teeth; his jaw muscles were sore.

“You were a good boy today,” Tyranny said. “Did you like going on walkies?”

Xane nodded. He nearly opened his mouth to say, “Yes ma’am,” but quickly halted himself and gave a “[i]Ruff[/i]” instead.

Tyranny nodded. “I thought so. You like being mommy’s little doggy, don’t you?”

Xane’s tail started to wag. “[i]Ruff.[/i]”

“Mmhmm, and you’ll be a good boy from now on, won’t you? You’ll do everything mommy says?”

A goofy grin split his face. His maw opened to let his tongue bob out as he began to pant. “[i]Arf! Arf![/i]”

Tyranny’s smile deepened. “That’s momma’s good boy. Now…” Tyranny shed her boa and let it fall to the rug behind her shoes. With one hand she pulled the mankini straps off her shoulders and switched the hand that held the leash so it too would plummet off her body and leave her totally nude except for her shoes. “Suck momma’s cock.”

Xane’s gaze plummeted to exactly where Tyranny wanted it to: her hellacious member. At half chub it hung just short of the midway point down her thighs, propped up by the swell of her obese crotch eggs saddled in a crimson scaled purse. A darker, smoother skin made angry with fat veins defined the shaft. The warhead, an even darker blood color, peeked out from the retreating cocoon of her foreskin. Xane felt his tummy do a flip. On instinct his pecker throbbed into his doggy suit. His tail didn’t know whether to wag out of excitement or curl between his legs from intimidation. He looked to her for guidance, trailing his cerulean eyes from her pecker to her pretty and patient face.

“Go on, sweetie. You can do it.”

Just like that, he knew he could, and his tail started to wag. He shuffled forward on his knees to close the gap and bring his face within the heat cloud of her junk. His timidly curled paws came up from his chest and cradled her cock as gently as an orchid. A searing body heat simmered his paw pads. At the core thrummed a steady pulse working her towards what was ready to be an awesome erection. He did the heavy lifting by hoisting her pole up and aiming it at his face so that he could begin stroking it. Even with both fists stacked on top of each other he had several inches of maneuver room. An electric current rippled down his arms. Eyes sparkling, he looked up at her with a goofy smile.

“That’s a good boy~” Tyranny purred. She laid her hand atop his headpiece and patted it. “Momma likes that. Gonna have me hard in no time.”

Xane wasn’t so patient. He looked down her barrel and watched as her foreskin would peel off the glans with his downward strokes. His lips parted, and he landed a tiny smooch atop her summit. His cold dog nose twitched against its heat, drawing in that sickly pleasant mix of feminine and masculine odors. A meek whine echoed from his throat before he tilted his face to the side and started rubbing her dick against the soft cushion of his right cheek. While tilting his blushing face against that growing, burning rod he made sure to look up at her with the best pair of puppy eyes he could muster.

Tyranny tilted her head at the adorable sight. “Awwww, you want momma to get hard now, don’t you?”

Another whine from Xane. “Hmm-hmmmm…” He made sure to wag his tail as dramatically as he could.

“Awww, I know it. Momma’s almost there. Your face is so nice n’ soft. Keep using that pretty mouth of yours and I’ll get there quicker.”

That was an easy suggestion to follow. He withdrew his head so that her pecker fell in line with his maw which was already open at the ready, his teeth and black-lined lips glistening. His jaws drew forth slowly and carefully around her member before feeling her drift atop his twitchy pink tongue. Then his mouth closed, enfolding her immensity and allowing a sweet bliss to melt through his body. “Mmmmmmmmm…” purred the doggy now suckling on her masculinity.

“Ohhhh, yeah. Momma likes that.” Tyranny took a deep breath through her nose and straightened her back. “Keep going. You know what to do.” The command was emphasized with a tightening of the leash.

But Xane needed no further encouragement. His head and upper body were already at a soft bob down the upper half of her length. He would glide her cock helmet to the gate of his throat before pulling his lips to the glans. His mouth grip was soft, but oh so divinely warm and wet. The slobber built up from holding the chew toy in his mouth for so long was put to good use. It drained from his bottom lip and off his chin before sloughing onto the rug between his open knees and Tyranny’s shoes. With each slide of his head came rude sounds. [i]Schllk. Schllllp. Schllllllurp. Schlllllllk.[/i] He felt her growing harder in his mouth. She was so big, so strong, so beautiful. His eyes fluttered open so he could look up and see her face, that Olympian-crafted visage of a goddess.

She smiled down at him through the tremendous gap in her breasts. “Yeah, momma’s nice and hard now, isn’t she? Doggy’s got a nice, sweet mouth on him. So wet and soft. Ohhhhh, yeah~” The pleasure in her voice was enough to kill Xane. The way she closed her eyes and swooned her head with the tip of her pointed tongue running between her lips had Xane ready to cry. “Yeah, that’ll make momma cum in no time.” She peered down at him, her gaze turning steely all of the sudden. “You want momma to cum in your mouth? Will that make doggy happy?”

Xane’s tail wagged into a blur. An affirmative whine buzzed on her cock. “[i]Hmmmm-hmmmm-hmmmmmm![/i]”

“Yeah, I know. It would make momma happy too. Ohhhh, yeah… My sweet boy. Oooooh~” The hand on the top his head sank deeper into the headpiece until there was pressure on his scalp, slowing him down. She pulled on the leash even tighter, choking him a little. Whether it was intentional or not, Xane couldn’t tell. Xane didn’t care. It felt so good making his master happy. He would feel like the goodest boy in the world making her cum.

That didn’t seem too far off with how Tyranny was beginning to act. Her mouth stayed open in a deeply pleased O-shape. Moans escaped her with every other breath. “Huhhh… Ohhh… Xane, baby… Hahhh… Mmmm… That’s a good doggy. Ohhhh…” Soon her grip on his head was even tighter, so too the pull on the leash.

Xane’s head bobs couldn’t’ go very far with all the pressure, but he was quick to make up by grabbing the bottom half of her pole and jerking it. Going further, he relaxed his jaw and plugged his throat on her cock. “[i]Ulk.[/i]” Shorter, sharper head bobs impaled himself repeatedly. “[i]Uck. Ulk. Ulk. Uck. Uck. Ulp. Ulk.[/i]” All the while his eyes remained fixed on her, gauging her every subtle reaction.

She seemed to like it. “[i]Ohh… Oh fuck, sweetie. Ohhhh, shit. That’s good. Huhhhh! Yes… Yes, momma’s gonna cum. Huhhhhh~![/i]” All restraint vanished when she migrated the hand on his scalp to the back of his head so that she could pull him tight, a move joined by one final tug on the leash. Suddenly her hips started to buck, and her glutes started to clench. “[i]Huhhh! Fuck! I’m cumming! Huhhh! Huhhhhhhhhhh~!!![/i]”

Her orgasm blew out of her and into the back of Xane’s throat like a freight train, coming off a super powerful throb of her cock muscle. A teary-eyed Xane flinched and nearly pulled away at first, but quickly adapted to the flood and surrendered to her molten love as it slithered down his throat and piled into his tummy as a blossoming warmth.

Tyranny let loose a long, satisfied groan upon the completion of her orgasm. Her grip on his head and the leash went slack and she made a retreat from Xane’s maw. Gobs of spit fell off her half-deflated pecker and Xane’s bottom lip. “Whoooo, that’s nice. Keep it open for momma.” Xane obeyed, and Tyranny rubbed out the last pair of molten pearls from her cum slit onto his tongue. “Mmmmm, good boy~ Your mouth is nice and soft. You like big cocks inside of it?”

Xane’s tail wagged. “[i]Arf! Arf![/i]”

“Mmhmm, me too. Now, come over here.” Tryanny strode over towards the white sofa which sat on the rug’s flank. Xane crawled alongside her until he was urged onto the furniture by an upwards yank of the leash. “Up,” said Tyranny. “Lean over the back.”

Xane’s heart pounded as he climbed the sofa and got into position with his knees on the cushion, his paws gripping the backrest, and his plump ass suspended in the air behind him for his master’s inspection. She liked what she saw judging by the satisfied grin on her face. His haunches blew up a nice impression on the pink doggy suit. A button-up flap was there for entry, but for now she kept it closed. Tyranny pulled on the leash. “Bring that ass up a little higher.” A gasp was choked in Xane’s throat. He lifted his body and behind until the leash went slack when his bum was in line with her pecker. Tryanny stepped closer and hoisted her turgid pole onto the soft depression in the suit’s seat where a deep and soft crack parted his rump.

All of Xane’s insides clenched upon feeling that burning hot rod settle upon his backdoor like an intrusive snake. A chill rolled through him, rattling his tail and stiffening his nipples. On instinct he began pushing back on her so that her cock slid up the height of his crack. He tossed his ass up on it and grinded back down, juggling her meat around the inside of his juicy mounds. A timid look over his shoulder caught her watching with one hand on her hip, the other holding the leash. She never looked more giant than when she stood behind him, ready to plunge into his guts and fuck him stupid the moment he got hard.

“There we go,” cooed Tyranny. “That’ll do the trick. Momma’s getting hard already. You want me to fuck you bad, don’t you little doggy?”

Xane whined. “[i]Hmmm-hmmmmm…[/i]” To further emphasize his need he pressed back and mushed his buttocks on her pelvis. Her thighs and balls acted like a cushion, but that rapidly stiffening pole thrummed with a harsh energy ready to unleash on him.

“Yeeeeeaaah, I know you do. Momma’s gonna fuck you good.” Her hand came off her hip and undid one button on his flap in a saucy manner. It revealed a sliver of his bum, the line between his orange fox fur and the snowier inner saddle. “You excited for momma’s cock?”

The ferocity of his erection tenting the suit would’ve been indicator enough could she see it. Xane grinded on her hard. “[i]Hmmm! Hmmmm![/i] [i]Arf![/i]” The Xane that had been a proud, thoughtful man was in the final stages of collapsing into a dog-brained pup eager for nothing else than his mistress’s cock.

Tyranny could tell as much and sought to reward him. “Good boy~” At last, Tyranny’s erection was at full steam again, sitting between Xane’s glutes like a hammer about to strike a blow. She undid the second button on his flap, allowing it to fall and reveal the vulnerable canvas that was his bum. In the center was his rosy, red tailhole which twitched upon feeling the TV room’s cool AC. His plump man fruit hung just below. In front of it, his raging willy. Tyranny stuck her thumb into his crack to pull one cheek aside, making his pucker distend a little. She could feel him trembling like a leaf. She looked up and saw his adorably timid face looking back at her over his shoulder with just one sapphire eye. “Awww, is doggy worried?”

Xane was ashamed to admit it. He nodded and whined.

“Awww, don’t worry. Momma’s gonna take care of you. I’ll go real soft and easy.” She grabbed her fuck pillar and brought it back so that she could aim it at his star. “At first, at least.” Her hips came forward, colliding the cock head with his flesh portal and jolting him hard. His shivering intensified and his guts twisted. Tyranny was gradual but inexorable in her applying pressure. The flesh of her warhead compacted on his cavity which sunk around her in turn. Murrs and whimpers eeked out of Xane. Tyranny relaxed him with a soft tug on the leash. His head lurched back with his jaws agape in a soundless moan. Tyranny pushed, and she pushed. Then her head popped inside.

Xane made a weird noise. “[i]Huhhh! Uhhhhck![/i]” The pressure on his ring was something terrible, a discomfort on the verge of being painful. His claws sank into the sofa’s backrest which he clutched for dear life. He clenched his jaw and wore a wrinkled grimace. “[i]Hnnnn! Hnnnn…[/i]”

Tyranny swam her free hand around the small of his back to help him relax. “Shhhh, sweet doggy. More’s coming. Just be a good boy and relax. You feel so good. Momma wants to feel more of you.” She delved more into that searing tightness at a slow, unstoppable plunge. She savored the view of her pole being swallowed into his sorely gaped asshole. He milked her with a chaotic barrage of quivers and clenches completely involuntary. Tyranny sighed through her nose. “Mmmmm, yeah. Sooooo goooood.”

Xane agreed. Through the bitter discomfort there was a bright glow of delight from the way she crushed his boy buzzer. A great pressure settled on his cock muscle when she drilled a steady ooze of precum out his tip and into the doggy suit. “[i]Hnnnn! Hmmmm… Huhhhhh…[/i]” Ignoring the mighty pressure on his bum, Xane backed up on her. The rest of her pole was swallowed, and his buttocks mushed on her hips again. In an instant, the foundation to his pride crumbled. A great gasp swelled his lungs, then belted out of him as a couple of loud barks. “[i]Arf! Arf![/i]” Xane the fox was gone. An obedient puppy dog had replaced him.

“There we go,” grunted Tyranny. “Ohhh, that’s so fucking tight.” She pulled on his collar, arching his head back so that his gaped maw was aimed at the ceiling. She could see the way his eyes rolled up into his skull, put there by a blind loyalty set aflame by pleasure and love. “That’s a good boy. Take momma’s dick.” Tyranny’s rump swung back as she reeled the first thrust and swung her huge balls out behind her. She came full force, clapping on his cheeks and slamming her scrotum into the back of his like two wrecking balls. [i]Plap![/i]

Xane choked out a howl. He crumpled into the sofa, melting into its soft upholstery while his ass was being slammed. Tyranny withdrew her cock to its zenith before drilling it home. Xane was slammed into the backrest. The wooden legs scraped the hardwood. His girlish squeals and moans were hiccupped by the impacts from behind. “[i]Huhhh-UHHhhh-UHHhhh-UHHhhh-![/i]”

[i]PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP![/i]

Behind those meaty claps and erotic wails were Tyranny’s grunts and words of encouragement. “Mmmmm, that’s it. Mmf. Take this dick. Take it all. Hnnnn… I’m gonna fucking break you. Nnnnnn… Is doggy gonna cum? Doggy gonna cum on this dick?”

That much should’ve been apparent already with how loudly Xane cried out. Even if he wasn’t a puppy-brained idiot, he had no hope of formulating the words to tell her how good it felt, not with the white-hot bliss of having his ass pounded melting his gray matter. “[i]Hyaaaaa-AAhhhhh-AAhhhh-AAhhhh-![/i]”

“Yeeeaaah, I know it. Doggy likes it, doesn’t he? Mmmmmmmm… Fuck. Momma likes it too. Huhhh… Momma likes it a lot.” She grabbed him by the hip and pulled him back on her cock in sync with her thrusts. Waves of flesh rolled up his butt and down his thighs. His back looked ready to blow out, it was so steeply curved. The pink and poofy tip of his poodle tail was touching the top of his headpiece to form a circle of doggy slut so loving of master’s cock. Xane’s tongue sloughed out to the side, drool flinging from the tip as it bounced. He couldn’t feel or think about anything that wasn’t that massive fuck pillar drilling into him, rearranging his guts.

Nor could Tyranny manage to stop her epic thrusts. Amidst such a heaving rhythm her ass cheeks clapped, and her balls swung. The pleasure was building towards another climax, and her motherly stoicism crumpled into a sneer. “Ohhhh, shit. Momma’s gonna cum again. Huhhhhh! You ready sweetie? Ready for momma to cum inside?”

Upon hearing that his body received the same message. That mighty glow in his bum and in his penis began to swell rapidly towards a nova. Through the tight collar grip around his neck he eeked out a couple barks. “[i]A-arf! Hnnnnn! Arf![/i]”

That was all Tyranny needed. The final thrusts came hard and fast with the very last one gluing onto Xane’s backside. “[i]HRRRNNNNGGGHHHHHHHH~~~!!![/i]” A ferocious snarl split her pretty red lips at the same time her body bent backwards into a crescent. Her second orgasm spewed out of her to the beat of her cock throbs, heavy and deep. [i]Squirrrshhh.[/i] [i]Squirrrshhh. Squirrrshhh.[/i] Her balls lifted in their purse, crinkling the scrotum and tickling the back of Xane’s.

It launched Xane over the edge into his own beautiful climax. The crush on his prostate, the pumps of warmth into his innards, the squeeze on his throat, and the sound of his mistress’s triumphant growl worked together to ensure an ethereal release of delight so incredible that Xane effectively lost his mind. Out bellowed a shrill caterwaul as his penis spewed into his doggy suit. Each rope shot out to the same beat as Tyranny’s with her huge cock muscle throbbing into his boy spot. His body spasmed hard. The only thing keeping him from collapsing into the couch was the tug on his collar.

Tyranny gave some slack when her orgasm was finished. Xane slumped into the cushions like a wet blanket, whimpering with his head atop the backrest. “Oooooh, yes~ Such a good boy.” Tyranny grabbed her pecker by the hilt and made a slow retreat from his ass. The head popped free and out oozed a fat slug of cum which drooled down his backsack, tickling him. Her cum-glazed cock slumped, spent of cum but also satisfied. A badly shivering Xane fell to his side on the couch amidst the aftershock. He couldn’t feel his legs. The absence of Tryanny’s cock in his bum radiated alongside the joy. His eyes were open, but they saw nothing beyond a haze of dopamine.

Then he felt the leash being unbuckled from his collar. A kind hand guided him by the shoulder to lie on the couch on his back. Next thing was an immense weight which settled atop him. He felt two titanic cushions of womanly softness flatten on his chest, then a fat smooch on his forehead which left a big red lipstick stain. “My sweet, sweet boy,” cooed a heavenly voice. The smell of her breath was intoxicating. “You were so good today. Did you enjoy walkies?”

Xane couldn’t open his eyes. Nor could he decipher the intacacies of her question. All he heard was that angelic timbre say “walkies” and his tail wagged. “[i]Arf…[/i]”

“Mmm, and did you like getting fucked?”

His tail wagged harder. A dumb grin split his face. “[i]Rruff… Rruff…[/i]”

“Mmm, so did I.” She gave him another big smooch, right on the mouth this time. “Momma loves you. You’re gonna make a great doggy.”

Xane hugged his mistress as tightly as he could and buried his snout into her cleavage. From there came a happy, muffled sound. “[i]Arf![/i]”

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