Furry Fuck Flick
By Woofajuana.
Damn, I’m so hot, I turn myself on, standing naked in front of the mirror, posing for myself. My fur is thick and white, with a silver diamond on my back. My floppy ears always got me teased in school, with bullies claiming I was not a pure wolf. Even with proof, it didn’t seem to matter. It’s why my older brother became a cop, always jumping to my defense.
Cupping my ample breasts and teasing my nipples, I sigh softly. I’ve been horny all day while out looking for work. It didn’t help I had come into heat while on the bus, standing between two very hot canines who had sniffed loudly and leered, making me even more aware of my situation. I had instantly soaked my panties thinking of being fucked by both of them, spitting right in the middle, my fertile pussy being ravaged.
Oh man, I had practically run home and stripped, the idea of getting pregnant by strangers making me whimper with desire. It’s not that weird. That’s how my brother and I were born, from different fathers. And my heart is making it difficult to care that much about consequences, so I can certainly understand why. It helps that any unwanted children can be given to any one of dozens of top-notch orphanages. Sometimes, my siblings and I had even been disappointed we weren’t raised in an orphanage. Those kids got the best of everything.
Glancing about, I start tossing stuff around to find my vibrator. Since I live with my brother and am unemployed, I try to keep my toy hidden. But where the heck is it? No, seriously, where the fuck?
Oh my god, I need to clean my room! There is a better time for it, though. I’ll get to that tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow. Right now, I’m on a mission. If I don’t find it, I might spread my legs for the first hot canine I see out my window. I know the neighbor had his eye on me.
Ah ha! Oh, my precious pulsating flourish furnisher, I hope you’re ready for the weekend. Several days of heat every six months can put a toy through its paces.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I check the time to ensure my brother won’t be home for a while. This is the first month for us to live together. By my first heat, he had already been out of the house. While he had promised to respect my privacy while I was in heat, I didn’t exactly want him coming home to me, moaning like a porn star.
Speaking of porn, I have a hot BDSM orgy playing on my computer next to my bed. The women of various species were all in heat, tied up or down in various ways, blindfolded and helpless, as each was fucked unprotected multiple times. Every single woman was knocked up by the end of this video.
Shit, that thought is such a turn-on right now. I’ve always locked myself away during my heats. I don’t want to stop my life for a few months to carry a litter.
Staring at the porno momentarily, I don’t need to worry about working myself up or any lube. I can feel the moisture soaking my thigh fur. Glancing at the mirror, I open my legs and spread my slippery folds back. I’m already panting as I work my clit and return to watching. I wish I could be the lucky coyote bitch in the corner getting it deep by her third partner, a hot and burly hyena I’ve seen in other pornos. He’s probably got a lot of kids.
My fingers just aren’t enough. Lying back on my bed, I spread my legs wider and slowly rubbed my vibrator against my button, the pleasure already welling up in my body.
The coyote bitch is moaning shamelessly as she’s told what a dirty girl she is. Now I’m moaning along with her, my fingers easily sliding into my soaking cunt, wishing so much it was that hyena’s cock. I’m a dirty girl, too, tall, buff, and handsome! She starts cumming, and I want to be in outer space, too! Humping harder and harder, I’m getting so close. So close; so close.
Something cold touches my crotch.
With a startled yelp, I sit bolt upright, equally surprising my brother’s long-haired purebred German Shepherd. I blink in hazy confusion. Normally, he takes his dog. Still, I guess he had been left behind today and was probably hiding in the backyard when I got home. But how the heck? Oh, my door wasn’t latched!
Trying to catch my breath while gritting my teeth, I admonish the mostly black dog like a child. “Max! Bad dog. You know you’re not supposed to be in here. Get out! Out!”
I know I don’t sound the least bit convincing. I was just about to climax, and I was still so close. Close enough that when the dog whines and paws at my leg, I bite my lip and can hardly resist the temptation. Maybe I can let Max have a lick? Just a little something to assist with my intense lust?
The second I start relaxing as I consider it, he nuzzles in, forcing his way between my thighs, his shoulders preventing me from denying him again. Instantly I’m rewarded when he stuffs his cold nose against my pussy right on my swollen clit, forcefully inhaling so that a shudder and a moan escape me.
Before I can decide whether this is a good idea, he starts to lap eagerly at my slit. His big tongue is so much better than my vibrator, holy shit, like a hot, moist blanket that could reach inside me. I’ve been suffering through my heats all wrong! I should have gotten a dog!
Now his tongue goes deeper, lapping up all the nectar I’m making. How long is his tongue, anyway? I never thought it could go so deep.
The erotic moaning in the porno isn’t nearly as loud as I’m being right now. Lying back on my bed, I spread my legs wider, figuring I could let Max get me off and kick him out. There’s no way I can stop him at this moment. I love it too much. Even my tail starts wagging, my hips thrusting against Max’s face.
Oh, I wish his tongue would stay there as my pussy walls undulate with climax. My mind is so hazy as he becomes even more eager, perhaps knowing he is being a very good boy.
He was being a very good boy.
Planting his paws on the bed and standing over me, I have only a second to realize what will happen. His tip jabs my thighs a few times. I can’t close my legs as his powerful hindquarters are in the way.
“W-Wait! Max! N-No! Bad dog!” I cry, trying to sit up, but this mountain of a dog is unmovable.
The thing is, Max is a really big dog and a really smart one. Perhaps he even has some anthro-Shepherd in his bloodline, which would still qualify him as purebred. Despite my attempts, I still haven’t gained his respect. I try to be confident like my brother, but his dog has always eyed me like he knew I wouldn’t resist once his search found its mark.
Like I said, really smart.
Growling deeply, he leans forward and thrusts into my yielding flesh. I gasp and shiver, suddenly so very full. His paws grip my sides as he starts to pound my pussy with a rapid and single-minded purpose. I grip his fur, moaning desperately as that knot swells and grins against my clit.
This is my last chance to stop him. Feral born are usually just smart enough to do menial tasks. Maybe I’d be lucky, and his pre-cum wouldn’t take. Not even that is guaranteed, as my brother told me he has already sired a dozen litters.
“B-Bad dog,” I moan, my hips humping up to meet him and my hands not doing anything to push him off.
Every bit of me is melting, cumming on his madly thrusting cock. He growls at me again, leaning into his task, his panting hot against my ear while his paws dig into my hips to claim me as his bitch. Overwhelmed with the desire to be bred, I sing for him and spread even wider, and his knot slams into place.
His hot jizz sprays deep into my waiting womb, leaving no doubt that I will carry his litter. And to make extra sure, not a drop could get past his monstrous knot.
Staring up at Max as I try to catch my breath, I realize my brother will ask questions. A litter of half Shepherd feral born will tip him off. It’s frowned on, especially with a police dog, no less! I’ll have to think of something. Maybe I can just claim it’s a different Shepherd I fucked? Yeah, because that’ll go over well.
Max looks down at me and licks my face. Turning my head, the reflection in the mirror makes me horny again. His tail wags as his perfect balls still pulse more seed into me. Like in the porno still playing (that one in the corner now being knot fucked by her fourth breeder), I could see my legs spread wide and helpless to a massive animal. Well, that coyote bitch isn’t going to have all the fun. If I’m making puppies, I might as well enjoy it.
Caressing his sides, I wrap my legs around Max’s hips and start humping him. There’s only the barest give to his tie, and it’s perfectly positioned inside me.
Again and again, I bring myself to orgasm, milking his cock for every drop I could hope to get. Max stands there, his tongue hanging from the side of his muzzle with a pleased dog grin. Whenever my moans get particularly loud, he looks down and licks my face.
When I’m exhausted, the movie’s over and starts again. Shit, I have it on replay. Hopefully, I can turn it off soon. Otherwise, I’m going to be wanting another fucking.
A few minutes later, Max finally softens enough to slip out. Another moan escapes me as all his hot fluid gushes from my used pussy. I want to get up and turn off the movie, but it feels so good to have a virile load dripping down my ass and tail.
Slowly sitting up, I practically swooned at the sight of the enormous cock that had been pleasuring me for the past half hour. Gulping, I honestly can’t wait until he’s ready again. Since my motherhood is a done deal, I might as well get the most out of it, right?
Max sits in the corner and starts licking the sheen of our combined lovemaking from his gender. With a lustful sigh, I figured I could wait for him to be ready again while showering.
Hopefully, my brother won’t be home before I get another filling. I should only be fucking his dog when he wouldn’t know. I bite my lip, the thought of such a dirty little secret nearly too much to bear. I’m going to have to masturbate in the shower.
My legs are tired from all that work, and I wobble a bit as I gain my balance.
The door swings open, and all the blood drains from my face. My grey and white brother, in uniform, has a lecherous grin and cell phone in hand. His grin gets wider (if possible) at my stunned and dumbfounded expression. I hear the shutter sound from his phone, and he snickers with glee.
“R-R-Rohan?”
“I was just home for lunch, but lo and behold, not five minutes, and my dog’s fuckin’ my gorgeous sister. He’s had you pegged for his bitch from the start.” He stalks towards me. His grin is now sinister. “And so did I.”
I stutter helplessly, not sure what to do or say. Rohan stands before me in a flash, smirking. “You’re dripping all over the floor, little sis. You should let him clean you up.”
“I-I w-was going t-to shower,” I manage to stammer before I find myself turned and pinned to my bed in a well-practiced motion.
Equally practiced is how he slaps the handcuffs on me. He leans over me, and I can’t help but feel turned on, naked and defenseless on my knees, with his body pressing me down.
“Showering now would only be a waste, sis,” he says, dark and gravelly against my ear. “You’re heat’s only just started, and I don’t want to waste any time. Max already had a head start.”
“B-But…”
The brilliant screen of his phone is thrust into my view. The video started when Max penetrated me, showing me in full enjoyment of his pounding.
“I wonder what an employer would think if I posted this on the net? You can kiss any ‘influencer’ chances goodbye.”
“Y-You wouldn’t dare!” I whimper.
A most wicked grin splits his muzzle. “What makes you think so?”
A tremor rushes through my body. I don’t want to call Rohan’s bluff. I don’t know if he’s bluffing. I know better than to dare him about anything.
Before I can decide what to do or say, Rohan smirks and calls Max over. The Shepherd gleefully obeys, his tail wagging.
I yelp when my brother takes hold of the base of my tail, jerking my ass up and exposed for the animal. With his other hand, he keeps my head pinned to the mattress. “Clean up, Max,” he commands, and his dog does that.
It takes no more than a few strong licks to have me panting. I bite my lip, swallowing a moan. I don’t want to give in so easily, but damn, Max is so good with his tongue.
“P-Please, R-Rohan.”
The moan slips out anyway. Seriously, I meant to complain. Rohan’s iron grip on my hair jerks my head off the bed, and he plops before me. He lays back so his shoulders rest against the wall. He had opened his pants, his glorious cock free and throbbing in front of my face. Grinning, he holds his phone up, and I hear it ding as he starts recording.
“That’s right. You are going to please Rohan. Now, be a good girl and suck my cock. I’ve been dying to know how your tongue piercing feels.”
He jerks me to put my muzzle against his gender. At that moment, Max’s tongue laps deep, and I gasp. It’s enough for him to pull my hair, slipping his tapered tip between my lips. He groans as he shoves me down his shaft until my nose is buried in the thick fur at the base.
“Ah, fuck. It’s even better than I thought.”
My ears are burning to that. I’m so turned on hearing my brother’s pleasure as he pumps my head on his dick. Well, since this is happening, I might as well make it good for him the way Max is making it good for me. Peeking up at Rohan, a shiver rolls through me at the smirk on his face.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot, little sister. Such a good bitch, slurping my cock. I’m about to fuck you with it, slut. Can’t let Max have your first litter all to himself.”
As helpless as the women in the porno still running in the background, I can’t stop the moans that start coming out of me. I feel close again, my hips squirming as the release wells up. The idea of my brother dumping a load on me is making me hot. He is a perfect sire; tall, strong, and handsome. He could have the pick of anyone, and yet he was picking me.
Relief was so close. Oh, please, Max, just a little more.
Rohan taps his screen, halting the recording. Removing his shaft from my mouth, he steps aside and shoves my head against the mattress again. Max needed a nudge to move out of his way, returning to the corner to watch his master rut me with a great big doggy grin.
“I’m going to fuck you, sis,” my brother says as he gets on his knees behind me, jerking my ass up high by my tail. “I’ve been waiting so long for this, and now I’m going to fuck you like the bitch in heat that you are.”
I feel his tip against my sopping-wet pussy, and a last shred of sanity grips me. “Rohan, p-please….”
He growls, thrusting into me. I’m already so wet and stretched there’s no resistance to his penetration. I can do nothing as he presses my head down harder and uses his leverage to the hilt in my needy hole.
“There’s no turning back now, sister. I might as well finish.”
With a vulgar moan, my eyes roll into my head as he jerks me back at the same time he slams forward. Without mercy, he pounds me, his fingers curling around my hips to hold me close so he can push every drop of pre-cum into me.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long. You feel so good. I’m gonna fuck you and dump my load in you, sis. That’s your purpose from now on. Just a cum dump for me and my dog.”
I don’t know what I’m trying to stammer out, but it’s certainly not words. Bound, helpless, and being bred against my will. He’s making my wildest fantasies come true, and I can’t resist. I’m bucking back against him, loving every moment his knot plops in and out of my slutty pussy.
Barely giving me a moment to catch my breath, his strong grip takes me by the upper arms, and he sits back on his ankles, sliding me straight down his cock to his soaked sheath. My legs are spread too far to be useful, trembling with weakness already. He’s just so deep.
“Your pussy feels so amazing, sis. I’m not gonna last very long,” he brags in my ear. “Even after taking Max, you’re still so tight. A perfect breeder.”
He starts bouncing me on his lap, his knot making as lewd a melody as I am.
“And you’re all mine, slut. Every last inch of you. I’m claiming this hot body for myself. Maybe I’ll give you a break after a few litters, but I doubt it.”
A few? As in, more than one? Why is that making me so horny? I’ve melted, a puddle of carnal fur in his grip. He snickers just so smugly between his panting.
“That’s right, slut, submit to your purpose. I’ve known you wanted this since the day you moved in. Always staring when you think I don’t notice. And now you have it. I’m about to fill you up, little sister. Ah fuck, take my load, slut!”
He slams me down his shaft and moans along with me. I feel his knot swell, locking him in as rope after rope of his seed coats my fertile womb, mixing with his dog’s, giving them both a chance at the eggs inside me waiting to become pups.
I feel so much fuller than I had with Max. I look down and realize why. Rohan’s knot is much bigger than his dog’s, visibly pushing out my belly under my navel. There’s a perfect bulge above the knot, and I squirm and whimper lustily, knowing it’s from how much jizz he’s pumped into me. Hell, he’s still going! It’s making me pant again, knowing that every throb is another squirt, and all of it is stuck inside me, washing away every last shred of doubt about the inevitability of my motherhood.
Rohan groans again when he’s finally spent. He hasn’t had a girlfriend in months. It’s no wonder my brother had so much built up. He’s knocked up every one of his girlfriends, so I know he’s as virile as his dog.
His snickering makes me shudder. Laying me back on the bed, he spreads my knees further apart, and I can feel his smug gaze on my ass as he admires the view of his dick vanishing into my puppy hole. I hear the shutter sound of his phone as he takes pictures, and I try to tuck my tail.
“Oh no, sis,” he growls, jerking my tail aside. “From this day on, you’re my bitch. We’re gonna make a fortune selling your breedings to the masses. All you have to do is lay there and get fucked.”
“B-But, Rohan, I…”
He growls and thrusts, cutting me off. “Didn’t you hear me, sis? I said all you have to do is lay there and get fucked.”
Just like with Max, his knot’s got just enough give to grind inside me. His sheath is drenched with my nectar, rubbing my clit just right. This just isn’t fair. I don’t stand a chance. I’m milking him in seconds, my wanton moans unhinged.
My brother’s devilish snicker is the last straw. He can hear the change in my sounds, that I’ve given in, that I’m his willing bitch. Nothing more than a puddle under him.
“I knew you’d like it, sis. You’re just like mom. The only thing she was good for was makin’ babies.”
I have no idea how long he’s had me in outer space. When I’ve returned to earth, I feel his fingers glide through my fur as he caresses me.
“God, I love you so much, sis. I’ve wanted you so bad, and now you’re my slutty little breeding bitch, aren’t you?”
Dazed and tired, I nod in agreement. Honestly, who would I be kidding to say no? It would be a lie. I did want this. I’ve had the biggest crush on him for years, but I’ve been too afraid of the tabooness of this to dare to initiate. Guess I didn’t hide it that well. He looks up at the porno that has started over again and laughs.
“Hey, I know that guy! He goes to the same gym as me.” Then he leans over me again, his voice dark and gritty against a floppy ear. “Maybe I’ll invite him over for your next heat.”
He snickers as a shudder runs tip to tail. After petting my ass and thighs while I’m still trying to catch my breath, he sighs heavily.
“As much fun as it’s been, sis, all good things end. It’s the part I hate most. All this perfectly good cum just gets wasted on the floor. Ah well. I’ll be putting a lot more into you, anyways.”
With that, he pulls his knot free of me. The searing flood of his cum streams down my clit and thighs, dripping to the hardwood floor. I’m practically cumming from the sensation. I hear him snap another picture of my sloppy, gaping pussy that he’s used so thoroughly.
“Clean up, Max.”
I whimper, but I don’t have a chance to even lift myself off the bed before Max’s wondrous tongue deals with the mess all over my legs and slit. My brother pulls his slacks together, smirking as he watches. He takes another picture before acting like he is going to leave.
“W-Wait! Rohan! W-Where are you…?”
His grin is ear to ear. “I will make a snack and call off the rest of work. Good thing it’s my weekend. As for you, sister, it seems Max is ready to go again, and once he’s done, I’ll be ready to go again. You’ve got a long weekend ahead of you.”
*****
Almost every morning for the past few months has been about the same. My brother wakes me up bright and early in the morning before work. I get myself prettied up, go to what was my room when I first moved in with him, turn on my computer, and sign into the website my brother’s made just for me. I check all the cameras around my room and then wait for the offers to roll in as I strip piece by piece and pose. The highest bidder picks the position, and it’s feral style this morning.
I practically moan and sink to my knees, putting myself in position in front of the mirror. There are a half dozen cameras set up for every angle of my morning fuckings with Max. At this point, he sits in the corner and waits, watching me do my thing with a big doggy grin, knowing I won’t deny him. I’ve hardly denied him since the first day he fucked me and turned me into his bitch and mother of his pups.
I had three pups from my first breeding: one was an anthro-wolf, and the other two were most certainly sired by the dominating feral currently fucking my soon-to-be-in-heat-again pussy. I had kept them for a few weeks, thinking they were so cute, but you don’t get a lot of sleep with mewling pups constantly suckling, so I left them at the orphanage. I know they’ll be well cared for as just about everyone is raised in one these days, and if they ever want to look me up later, I made sure to sign my name when I left them.
However, no longer suckling pups means my heat will start early. My brother is convinced it’s today. As soon as he woke me, he slipped his fingers between my folds, got me riled up, and plunged them into me as he whispered I was going to be a mother again today, so I better get on Max’s cock quick so his seed is already inside me when it happens.
Why can he make me cum so hard in an instant? That’s just not fair.
And now I am, getting it exactly as I deserve it, on my hands and knees, watching myself pant like a dirty bitch as Max grips my hips and takes me as if I belong to him. I mean, considering I’m the one wearing the collar right now, being fucked by him for the viewing pleasure of hundreds of anonymous eyes, there’s no denying I am all his.
Well, usually. Sometimes, Max has to share with my brother. The amount people will pay to watch my half-brother dress in his police uniform, handcuff, and ‘interrogate’ me over something they’ve bid for before fucking me into a moaning, twitching mess is incredible. He hadn’t been joking when he said we’d make a fortune. Ever since setting up the ‘breeding studio,’ he’s gone down to part-time, giving him more time to be at home fucking me senseless—just like Max is doing.
Suddenly, a notification pops up on the screen, a neon orange line across the scrolling chat between ‘moan like u mean it slut,’ and ‘I’m about to nut.’
I whimper in excitement. I figured out from the start that Max hates it when I call him a bad dog, and he has no qualms about punishing me for it. When we first set up the site, no one knew what the ‘Bad Dog Treatment’ was. No one wanted to shell out big cash for something they didn’t know. That is, until the first person paid for it. I’ve rarely gone a session without it.
“B-Bad dog, Max,” I moan with need.
He’s a smart dog. At this point, he knows. He knows I love every second of it, and I know he loves making me sing for him. With a deep, mean-sounding growl, he grips my hips tighter and leans forward. Hence, his head is over my shoulder and lays into my wanting and willing pussy, about to pour first dibs into my womb.
The best part of being fucked by him almost twice a day every day is that he lasts surprisingly long for a normal dog now. He’s such a good boy, always making sure I cum before he does, sometimes even several times. And right now, I’m squeezing his cock so tight it’s no wonder he can’t last. With a strong, final thrust, his knot locks him and all that gloriously molten jizz inside me.
“A breeding bitch takes the knot every time,” Rohan had told me from the start. “It’s what they pay to see.”
They also pay to watch me fuck myself on Max’s cock while there’s not much else to do. Just because he’s done doesn’t mean I am. I’ve got paying customers who are waiting for the after-show.
Sometimes, Max reminds me just how much of his bitch I am. Slipping off my back, he turns, standing tall, proud, and smug, wagging his tail high in the air as I rock back and forth, bumping butts and bringing myself to climax again.
I shut everything down when the session ends and head for the shower. I can smell breakfast cooking and my tummy protests. Peeking around the kitchen corner, I discover Rohan naked and flipping a pancake. Holy fuck, my brother is so hot. He works out almost every day, so even the thick silver fur of his back cannot hide those well-toned muscles. And his ass is like one of those carved ancient gods, perfect and chiseled. I just wanna…
“You keep starin’, sis, and I’ll fuck you on the counter so I don’t burn any of these.”
“Well, maybe I want that,” I challenge with excitement.
He throws back his head and barks a laugh, then turns and starts towards me with a playful grin. In a fit of giggles, I retreat to the bathroom, and he chuckles but doesn’t follow. When I’m done bathing and getting myself dried and brushed, I find the stack of pancakes with a fat slab of melting butter drizzled with syrup. I swear it’s just like right out of a cooking show, so perfect and mouth-watering. He knows they are my favorite breakfast.
I notice a gift box with a pretty purple silk bow on the seat. There’s a note under the ribbon. The note read: ‘I went to the gym. It would be best if you came to meet me in only this. And no scent pad.’
What? That dick! Here I was, just thinking how much I adore him and how awesome he is taking such good care of me, and he pulls this? His gym is close to his work, which is pretty much across town! I have to take a bus for an hour to get there! He could have fucking waited! I wasn’t that long. I’m so focused on my thoughts I yip in surprise when Max’s cold nose is stuffed between my ass cheeks, and he licks my slit. He does that whenever he wants now, his little reminders that he owns this pussy.
With a sigh, I stroke his head and decide to see at least what’s in the box. It is a tie-up blouse, an upper-thigh length pleated skirt, and a near-to-nothing thong. Wait, he wants me to go across town in just this? When… my heat might start… today?
Well, at least he knows my size. There’s only one problem: I might cause traffic accidents while walking down the street. Certainly, a lot of eyes are turning to leer. Thankfully, I’m the only one at the bus stop and the only one on the bus. The driver’s an old camel who gives me a judgmental glare from the corner of his eye, so I retreat to the back, slipping behind all the seats to stay out of his sight or anyone else who might get on.
I know my brother is doing this to me on purpose. He wants me all worked up. He had mentioned wanting to record us fucking in other places. So far, the backyard’s been as far as we’ve gone. I chew my lip thinking about how to keep quiet in a busy gym with my brother fucking me. Especially in heat! I can barely keep quiet whenever Max licks me, which he made sure to do before I left, giving me a sad little whine with his nose stuffed against my camel toe. I would have loved to stay and get a fresh dose of puppy juice, but instead, I’m here and starting to feel warm.
Exactly as I’m certain my brother had planned, the vibration of the bus, along with the thought that I’m going to be plowed in public, and knowing that Max’s seed is still very much alive and well inside me at the moment of my estrus has me panting like a whore within minutes.
Aw fuck, this is the second time I’ve gone into heat on the bus. This isn’t fair. I have an hour to sit here and think about the fucking I will be getting.
Perhaps sooner than later.
The bus stops, picks someone up, and starts again. And wouldn’t you know it? He walks straight to the back and slips into the other corner of the back seats! I keep my eyes down, doing everything I can to contain myself. Still, when I hear him sniff a few times and see him turn his head from the corner of my eye, I know it’s inevitable.
I could try to wait until I get to my stop. But who am I kidding? The very thought of fucking some stranger on the bus is making me squirm, and he’s not trying to hide his leering. I mean, no scent pad, dressed like a slut, panting lustfully. Of course, he’s staring.
I peek from the corner of my eye. It’s a leopard with bright golden fur and thick black spots. He’s dressed as a punk rocker with a studded leather jacket, piercings, and a done-up Mohawk tipped with neon green.
And his black skinny jeans are looking tight.
The next thing I know, this motherfucker is fucking me as I’m becoming a mother. All it took was him sliding over next to me, telling me he could “help out with my problem,” I’m straddling his lap, my tits bare and in his face, and he’s suckling me like a pup- er- kitten. His hands are on my ass cheeks, pumping me on his incredible cock.
I’ve never fucked a feline before. The anthro-felines don’t have barbs like a feral, and he can’t get me pregnant. Too bad, but he can do what I need, and that’s to fuck me hard and deep and make me cum so loud I know the bus driver can hear it.
The leopard grunts and slams me down his shaft. I can feel his hot cum pulse as I milk him for every bit of it. He keeps his cock buried in me as we catch our breaths.
“I, uh, I hope you didn’t miss your stop,” he says with a breathy snicker as he presses the stop button. “Because I did. But I think the walk back is worth it.”
I glance around in a daze and realize I’m just a few stops away. “N-No, I-I still have… a couple.”
As the bus slows to the stop, he pulls out, his seed soaking right through my thong that snaps back into place. “Well, then, you have a nice day, sexy. It was fun.”
Not soon enough, I’m walking down the street, nearly every male head turning. I smell like estrus; I smell like cum; I’m dressed like this. What else could I be wanting? Honestly, if any of these canines walking past me grabbed me by the hair, shoved me over a bench, and took what they wanted, I wouldn’t stop them.
I’m finally standing in front of the gym. I see my brother’s car parked outside with others, but the front door says ‘Closed.’ What? My phone buzzes. ‘Door’s unlocked,’ is the text from my brother. An excited shiver makes my fur stand, and I whimper, biting my lip, my tail wagging.
Sure enough, one of the doors isn’t locked, and I slip inside while no one is watching. There’s nobody else here, not even a clerk. My phone buzzes again. “Upstairs.” Oh my god, the anticipation is just killing me. I want to bolt up the stairs, but my legs are still weak from my bus ride, and I’d rather not strain myself just yet.
At the top of the stairs are the locker rooms. The male and female rooms oppose one another with a water fountain between them. Oh good, I can get a drink before I turn into a sopping wet floozy for whatever my brother planned.
I sniff the air. There are so many smells here as all forms of anthros use this gym. However, I know I smell my brother, and it’s this way, into the men’s locker room. I hesitate, staring at the door with the male symbol on it. I’m not supposed to go there under normal circumstances, making my heart race. I honestly don’t know why. Considering I’ve crossed so many other lines, why would going into the male locker room be any worse?
Biting my lip again, I slowly push the door and peek in. It looks pretty much the same as any locker room. Somehow, I thought the guy’s room would look different. Glancing around, I don’t see him but hear his voice. Is he talking to someone? Is someone else here?
Gulping, curious about what’s happening to me, I sneak in and peer around, following my brother’s voice. He’s talking about a motorcycle he’s had his eye on. I come around the corner and notice a mammoth, muscled form standing before him. I freeze, my eyes wide. Is that…?
“… and I know she’ll love to get fucked on it. Oh hey, speaking of fucking…” Rohan grins lecherously at me. “Jackson, meet my little sis.”
The spotted hyena turns around. It is him! The one in all my favorite pornos! Wow, he’s so much bigger than he looks in those movies. He’s so ripped, and his fur isn’t as thick, so it’s way more pronounced, even through his skin-tight gym clothes. His ear, brow, and nose piercings add so much to his jaw-dropping hotness. And that bulge!
“Shit, Rohan, this is your sister? She’s even hotter than those pictures!” He smirks knowingly at me, both hands on his hips, standing there tall and proud as if to let me have a good look at him while his rapacious gaze sweeps over me like a scanner. “Rohan’s told me you’re quite a fan.”
Oh my God, his voice! It sure doesn’t sound this deep and gravelly in the movies, and his accent is clearer in person, too. I gulp and stutter, so turned on as I realize what’s about to happen that I can hardly contain myself. “Uh, y-yeah! I, uh, I have.. all of… them.”
His cocky smirk is about to put me on my knees. They’re practically trembling, trying to keep me standing. He’ll inevitably be giving me a pounding I won’t forget.
Suddenly, Rohan’s behind me, and he’s got me by the arms, holding them firmly between our bodies as he growls in my ear with a tone that causes me to add moisture to my cum soaked thong, “And now you’re going to be in one of them, little sister.”
My breath catches, and my whole body quivers with weakness. Oh god, Jackson is coming towards me. I’m practically sandwiched between these two hunks. An aroused shudder rolls down my spine, ending in my loins, and spirals around like a hot furnace in my womb. Oh man, they smell so good! The heady musk of their testosterone fills my nose.
Speaking of smells, my brother sniffs deeply and grins ear to ear. “My sister, did you have a little fun on your bus ride? Just needed another filling so bad, like the naughty bitch you are. Just another sire for your litter.”
“I-I-It was a-a le-leopard,” I stammer meekly, my eyes on the hyena’s enormous package, indecently outlined in his tight, red spandex workout shorts.
Jackson’s meaty hand cups my snout and slowly raises my head so my eyes follow the outlines of his sinewy torso visible through his muscle shirt before meeting his dominating gaze. I swear I’m going to cum just from that look. He’s got an arrogant smirk, knowing perfectly well I’m struggling to prevent myself from cumming.
“Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. I’m a champion breeder. Once I dump my load in you, it won’t matter who else you fuck. This litter is mine.”
As though I’ve been shocked, a shudder goes through my body when a finger thick enough to stretch me slips under my skirt and slides between my camel toe, working me through my sopping thong. It’s a good thing Rohan’s holding me up because I’m done for. I moan and hump his finger as I’m lost in space, my eyes rolling back.
I hear Jackson snicker as he releases me. “Easy,” he drawls wickedly, and I know he means me.
As I try to catch my breath, Rohan pulls me backward a few steps and pushes me down onto a bench. Within moments, he’s got my arms under the bench. Both ankles are handcuffed to the loops of opposing locker doors so that I’m splayed as wide as I’ve ever been, entirely helpless to the ravaging I’m about to receive. Both men grin and stand over me, their phones out and taking pictures. You sons of bitches! It’s not polite to leave a lady waiting for her breeding!
Ohhh, my god. The front of Jackson’s shorts has a rapidly spreading spot of moisture, darkening the fabric’s color. Setting his phone aside, the hyena steps forward to tower over me between my legs, hands on his hips with that cocksure grin that has me melting. My eyes follow the outline of his hardening shaft as it slides upwards, growing and growing and… growing. The tip peeks over the band, and I’m whimpering in desperate need, hips utterly gyrating. I want it so bad I’m about to beg for it.
“Don’t you worry, hussy,” he snickers as he gets on his knees, rubbing that hardness against my slit, our thoroughly ruined garments, all that’s preventing him from plunging into me. “I’ll be fucking this sweet body of yours soon enough. It’s your last chance to save your womb for anyone else.”
“P-Please fuck me,” I plead, panting hotly, my mind in a heat-induced trance. “Oh God, please fuck me!”
He laughs. “You’re right. I am a god! And I’ll gladly fuck you full of my superior seed, slut.” Smirking, his head dips down between my legs, and he takes a deep sniff. “Breeding bitches don’t need panties.” His teeth take hold of the useless fabric, and with a jerk of his head, it rips like wet tissue paper, exposing me to his hungry gaze. “A proper breeding bitch should be ready for a filling at any time.”
He drags his thick, long, pierced tongue across the full length of my slit, and I moan and hump at his face. Slipping two fingers along my folds to expose my clit to his whimsy, he proves he’s an expert with that piercing. I’m undulating and writhing in ecstasy, unable to stop another orgasm from squirting my arousal on his snout.
Rising again, he snickers and licks his muzzle as he slaps his meaty cock on my wet cunt and starts rubbing his length against me. He is so huge! Looking down at my body, I can see it popping up and down from the space between my legs like a rhythmic jack-in-the-box. The tip has a waterfall of precum getting smeared all over my hole. I want it in me so bad. I don’t want to waste a single drop of that virile nectar.
“Let’s see if these tits are as hot as the pictures.” I gasp as he jerks my blouse open. He cups my breasts, his thumbs rolling my peeking nipples. “Always better in person.”
My heart flutters. That divine tip is at my welcoming hole, trembling around the head, already stretching me. He grins as I climax again, the stimulation too much to bear. “Bitch, I’ve hardly started! But I can tell I’m going to like plowing this pussy.”
Every thrust pushes him further in. I’m already so wet and loosened up, perfect for him to work that massive meat as deep as it could go. He puts his big hands on my hips and stabs every last bit of his length in me as I lose myself again, my walls milking all that precum deep into me. “Oh yeah, this is a nice pussy. A damn fine piece of meat. And now for fun.”
I knew from the start this wasn’t going to be a gentle fucking. I’m not disappointed. He starts with full strokes, pulling himself out to the tip and slamming back so that his heavy balls slap my ass. I haven’t stopped cumming since he filled me, and I don’t even know how long I’ve been a primal ooze on the bench.
Finally, he pauses and plays with my breasts, snickering as I struggle for air. “Catch your breath, bitch. When I start again, I won’t stop until I unload this sweet muffin. You want it, don’t you, you dirty little cum slut?”
I’m whimpering, squirming, looking down my body at where he’s joined me, and I can’t get enough. “I-I want it! I want your cum! Please!”
He’s got a smirk that nearly touches an ear. “Who’s the cum dump in this room?”
“I-I am!” I whimper desperately, “I’m your cum dump, sir!”
I moan again when he soundly slaps my ass. Slowly pulling himself to the tip, he narrows his eyes with lust. “That you are, hussy. And now…” His fingers wrap tightly around my hips, and my whole body shudders, knowing what I will experience. “I’m gonna fill you to bursting, slut.”
Slamming in, he stays deep and ruts hard, his soaking sheath rubbing my button like the doorbell to Heaven. I can’t get any closer to it on this mortal plane than the pounding I’m taking. My toes are splayed wide as my body is pumped into a melodic, quivering mess. Putting his hands on the bench, he leans forward and rolls my hips into a breeding press. He starts panting, and I feel even fuller. His girth is swelling as he draws near. I’m moaning, stammering, begging for every drop of it.
“Oh, I’m giving it to you, slut!” he growls, slamming deeper than he’d been before. He swells even more, his tip poking directly against my womb before I’m flooded with his fertile lava. It’s just so hot, blooming under my navel. It’s the most wonderful feeling; I milk him for every last drop.
As I come back to my senses, I notice he’s smirking with his eyes focused on my belly. Following his gaze, I look like I’ve had a big meal. I’m just so full of him. I whimper with a touch of disappointment that my rutting has ended.
Jackson grins at me. “I know, sweetheart, the ride’s over. It’s sad for me, too. You’re not just a hot body. You’re a good fuck, too. I even masturbated to make it last. With a pussy like this, you’ll go far in the business.”
I gasp when he slaps my other ass cheek and pulls out. There was only a dribble of cum that followed, most of it still stuck in my womb. Calling him a champion breeder was an understatement. No wonder he was so sure no one else would get me pregnant. No one could come with such a direct deposit.
Pulling up his shorts, he grabs his phone and snaps another picture of me after being used and bred. “This one’s worth remembering,” he says as he turns to my brother. “I don’t normally do repeat performances, but you can call me any time. I’ll be happy to fuck her senseless again. She’s going to be a hit at the parties.”
Rohan grins. “She loves parties. Oh, and don’t forget to log in tonight. It’ll be fun.”
Once Jackson was gone, my brother stood over me, hands on his hips with a smug expression. “Enjoy yourself, sis?” I’m still panting, twitching as the hyena’s jizz steadily dribbles out of me. I nod slowly, so tired after that fucking of my lifetime. “Sure looked that way. Now you stay there while I get the cameras put away….”
“Rohan!” I whimpered, afraid he was being serious. As hot as this position might be, it’s getting uncomfortable.
He smirks and uncuffs my ankles, gently placing each on the ground. When my hands are free, I touch my swollen belly. I can hardly believe how much the hyena could make, though considering the size of his balls, it’s no wonder.
Once he’s put everything away, Rohan helps me and takes me to the showers. Tender and sweet, he helps me get cleaned off and dried. He brought me a change of clothes, something a little more decent than what he made me walk here in, and a scent pad so I don’t fill the car with my distracting smell. With a loving smile, he lifts me into his arms and carries me down the stairs like a prince charming. He’s thought of everything, down to the towel on the car seat and a pillow for me to nap.
Damn, I love him. I think a nap is exactly what I need and what I take after he tells me he has a couple of errands to run, so I have time to rest. I don’t notice that he stopped at my favorite fast food until he’s gently rousing me in front of the house.
Helping me out of the car, I realize it’s evening. It’s getting close to when I normally have my second daily session with Max. I might skip the session any other time, which Max generally understands when I push him away and get upset with him for trying too aggressively. However, my heat is in full swing, and my womb has leaked most of Jackson’s extra seed and is as hungry for more as I am for this amazing burger I smell at the door.
When Rohan swings the door open and I step in, Max comes bounding from the couch and slides across the slick tile to plant his nose directly between my legs, tail high in the air and wagging. He takes a deep sniff and freezes. His tail stiffens, and he glares up at me with such vitriol it makes a shudder run up my spine. I was a naughty girl.
“Oh, wow, Max is jealous!” Rohan snickers like he knows this will happen. “Something tells me you’re in trouble, sis.”
The entire time I’m eating, Max stands tense and tall at the door of the breeding room, his gaze burning down the hallway through my fur and making my pussy ache for the punishment I know I’ll be receiving after I digest for a bit.
Not soon enough for either of us, I get myself ready in a sexy little outfit and snap my collar on. Max’s eyes narrow as I walk down the hallway, and he steps out of my way to let me in and get everything set up. I’m trembling and whimpering as I get the computer booted and everything running.
Rohan leans on the doorway, smiling at me. I know he’s set up this whole day for my pleasure. He even knew Max was going to be jealous. Honestly, I should have known as well. Why did I think he wouldn’t be upset about being cheated out of a litter with me? I am his bitch, after all.
As usual, I start the session with a bit of chat, showing off and posing, stripping erotically for every payment. Max sits in the corner the entire time. His rapacious glare makes me chew my lip and squirm. I realize I’m more excited about my punishment than my previous breeding.
Suddenly, text across the screen makes my knees nearly give out.
Jackson-hyena has joined the chat.
Jackson-hyena:’Hey sexy. The dog looks pissed. You must’ve been a naughty girl. ;)’
Jackson Hyena is the highest bidder!
Jackson-hyena has chosen: ‘feral style.’
I shudder and whimper. Rohan’s grin gets wider, and I know he’s planned every moment of this day.
Obediently, I sink to my hands and knees in front of the mirror, watching the Shepherd from the corner of my eye. Standing slowly, he stalks into position behind me. I move my tail and spread my legs a little further apart. Normally, he licks me to get me wet and ready for him. I’m already soaking my thigh fur, though, and he’s not interested in wasting time. His grip on my hips might leave a bruise in the morning. Instead of jabbing a few times blindly before finding his mark, he doesn’t take any chances to miss, aligning himself, and with a growl, he thrusts hard and slams deep. I gasp, my whole body shivering.
He starts slower than usual, dragging himself out to plunge back into his sheath. Each time makes me catch my breath, my fingers and toes tingling with electricity. I’m panting, my walls tightening as the countdown to take off makes my mind hazy. Holding me close and putting his head over my shoulder, he wrinkles his muzzle and plows me deep while his balls bounce on my clit.
I’m howling to the moon like a proper wolf bitch, bucking back to take him into me just as far as I can. I’m wet and loose enough that his knot is popping in and out with a sloppy fervor. With his experience over the months, he knows how I like it, how to play me like his instrument. He’s fucking me so hard and deep that I can’t help but sink to my elbows as I lose control.
Just then, the brilliant orange line appears across the screen that I can see from my position. I notice just above it is the comment Jackson-hyena: “Let’s make this interesting.” My brother’s response appears underneath the line with Lord Rohan: ‘Oh, that’s dangerous. I don’t think she’ll complain, though.’
He knows me so well. But the thing is, I’m already receiving the ‘bad dog treatment.’ This is the most aggressive ravaging he’s ever given my pussy. I can’t imagine it getting any better than this! And I know full well I’m the bad girl in this situation. If I weren’t in heat, he wouldn’t mind, but I’m his bitch, and he didn’t agree to share my womb.
Max suddenly slows, rocking slightly to drag his knot out with the sound of lewd, wet suction and a yelp of ecstasy from me when he slams back in. I gaze back to the mirror and catch my breath, our eyes meeting in the reflection as he slams back into me with a grunt of effort. He sees that line, too. He’s a smart dog. I whimper and utterly melt under that daring stare. My walls clench him tightly, and I cream myself, shuddering as I know I will be a very bad girl.
“B… Bad dog,” I pant heavily.
Max’s eyes narrow, and I’m just a whimpering mess under him before he starts. I’ve leaned so far forward that he plants his big front paws on the ground, still squeezing my hips and curls around to smash my pussy as I’ve never had it. With an especially deep growl, his jaws take me by the scruff and hold me in place even as my arms become noodles and my eyeballs vanish to some place in outer space.
With a rough jerk, he slams deep, and his knot swells on my G-spot. His balls are pressed tightly against me, and I feel them pulsate with every eruption of his searing puppy batter. I’m gasping for air, my abused hole gleefully encouraging every last drop until he’s well spent.
He slowly releases my scruff as I try to get my arms to cooperate since I expect him to turn and wait for me to work myself up again on his knot. I don’t know if I have to put effort into it. Despite how horny I might feel, I imagine snuggling into bed with Rohan and thanking him for such a wonderful day tomorrow morning.
A moan escapes me. Maybe I won’t have to do any of the work.
Instead of turning or even just standing there, Max begins to rock his hips. Swishing all that fertile seed around inside me as he knot fucks me into a drooling ooze with my cheek against the floor. Somehow, I feel he’s making sure I cum so long and hard that I never want to stray again, and he’s doing a very good job at it.
My tour of Heaven comes to an end. With a growl, Max turns. Since I’m loose enough, he pulls free with a squelch and a pop. My strength leaves me, and my legs slide back, so I slump into the puddle of cum on the floor, my tongue stretched out of my mouth as I try to catch my breath.
I hear Rohan chuckling softly as he stands over me. “Fucked into the floor. Savage. Hope you all enjoyed the show. Looks like she sure did.”
Max looks at me with concern as he turns everything off, sniffing and licking my face. My brother helps me up and holds me steady. “Have fun today, sis?”
I nod and lean against him as the afterglow still pulses through me. He hugs me tight, helps me clean up, and snuggles me to sleep.
For all my intentions of waking up early enough to wake Rohan with a blowjob and ride him until he knots me, I discover I’ve slept past noon. As soon as my eyes opened, Max’s face greeted me, his head lying on the side of the bed since he knew he was not allowed on it. His tail rises and wags, and he gives me a big pooch grin. Man, I love this dog.
He follows me to the kitchen, which looks out to the dining and living room. Rohan’s on the computer, and he’s got quite the grin. He’s been going through the chat logs from last night. There was a lot. The watchers were not disappointed this time, not even that odd assortment of hecklers that always appear. Near the bottom is the only watcher I’m interested in.
Jackson-hyena: ‘Beast.’
Jackson-hyena has placed a bet for the litter!
Litter size: 6
Rohan: 0
Max: 2
Other: 4
Instead of my morning session with Max, Rohan posted the video of my breeding with the hyena. He opened a betting of whose seed would be making pups inside me.
Jackson won a lot of money six months later.
The End.
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