It Happened in the Morning

By Little Sadei.

Smells are the first thing I always notice when waking from my sleep. Today had that crisp, cold air from the chilly months. My long tongue reaches out past my lips in a deep yawn. I lift my head and look a few times while my tail starts a small pat on the covers. The human laying there on the other side of his bed, Rick, I believe the others call him, took a few deep inhales while sleeping. The sound of his chest rising and falling was a soothing sound to my ears.

I move up onto all fours and nudge his face with my nose. How long has it been, a full year maybe; this guy still sleeps longer then I do. I felt the pressure of my bladder as the morning light filtered slightly through the curtains. I let my tongue extend out again, only this time to let it drag across his face. It felt rough along his stubble. Amazing how little hair they have on their body.

“Stop, Jasmine,” he mumbles in the low light. I fold back my ears and let my tongue slide across his face once again. I know how mad he gets when I do not make it outside for my release. It was infuriating how I am the one who gets chastised when he has control of the entry and exit of our home.

After another long lick his hands reach up and rub the scruff of my neck and behind my ears. “Alright, alright, go on,” his voice beamed. Damn, how good it felt when he got behind my ears. I turn around and brush his face and shoulder with my tail while dropping to the ground. The hardwood floor makes that audible clicking sound from my nails as they tap and clack across while I walk to the front door.

I could hear him as his morning routine started. He would move to his inside release room and loudly relieve himself. I remember when I was younger last summer and would gladly watch him doing this. His body would be on two legs, his hands grasping himself while he finished inside the forbidden water bowl. I still do not know why the water in there is forbidden, but I got the newspaper enough times to figure it was not worth the drink.

He was at least quick to dawn those garments and cloth over his body, the lack of hair making them a necessity. His sent moves closer, and I pick myself up to stand. His frame was built nice and tall, towering above my head, forcing him to bend over quite a bit to give me a pet or rub. His hand clasps the collar on my neck and hooks the leash.

The cold hits my nose as the door opens, making me step back to get used to the change. My companion walks out, and I march along next to him. The two of us walk for about 40 seconds before I lower my hindquarters to the ground and release my liquids. It felt good, and I held myself for a bit, considering how much I had inside.

My ears perk up, and I turn to see my human looking across the street. When I looked at the same area that he was observing, it instantly became clear what had a capture on his focus. That slut of a lab was being mounted by a pesky little runt of a beagle. She had gone into heat about three days ago, driving the neighbor’s beagle crazy daily.

The smell of her was starting to waft over my nose and it let me know what to expect when my first time would be like. I lick my lips twice and turn to look at my human. His transfixed eyes on the event across the street made me tilt my head slightly. I watch him move his hand around his crotch, and he appears to be adjusting himself in some way. Finally, I heard the beagle let out a raspy moan, letting my companion know he had finished deep inside.

The walk back to the house was far less eventful than a lab with a beagle filling her girl hole. With a hardy shake, my body was already heating to match the house as my companion removed his top layer and hung it on the back of a chair. My ears shot up high when I heard the familiar sound of a jar being opened. The smell of peanut butter had my tongue licking my teeth and lips quickly, although it was not the peanut butter that had me drooling.

I trot into the living room, where he had set himself in the chair. The smell of the peanut was already assaulting my senses. I watch with masterful patience while he scoops out a batch of the stuff and rubs a long streak of it across his lower shaft. Normally, it would not be hard until after a few motions, but he was at full size and had a dazed look on his face already. “Come on, Jasmine,” with a whisper, he calls me.

I move myself close to him, and with my tongue, my first lick collects a good amount. He lets out a soft moan while my tongue begins to slide up along his shaft over and over. Although the taste of peanut butter was amazing, it just did not compare to the salt from the tip. That was my goal this time; even after the first time, it became a kind of addiction for me.

I could feel him shift his hips and reach with one hand to scratch behind my ears. My favorite spot if I did not mention it yet. My tongue works up and down his hard member. More and more of his saltiness coated my tongue with every new lick. “Good girl”, he moans. I respond with a soft whimper. His hips start to rise up and down to match my licks. I was so desperate it only made me lick faster.

“Good girl, oh good girl,” he mumbles now. I knew he was about to give me the salty indulgence. The saline liquid tastes so amazing. I rub my tongue hard against him now. Paying extra attention to his tip where the pre-salt was oozing out. With a sudden “Oh gosh” from him, his hand wraps around the back of my head, and he tilts himself downward, lining himself up with my mouth. I whimper again as the sudden gush of hot, salty liquid starts to shoot deep into my mouth. I lick with a rapid pace to help collect all of it inside.

The taste of his white stuff was my favorite treat. My tongue licks over and over his tip as his legs flex and shake while making those little moans. As the last few drops of him reach the back of my throat, he lets go of my head and rubs all over my neck and scalp. “Yes, Jasmine, thank you,” he says. I let out a little whine at my disappointment at it all being gone and that there would be no more until tomorrow.

My eyes fluttered open the next day with my usual long, deep yawn; however, my belly felt something new and intense. A new and odd sensation fell over my thoughts, but I couldn’t describe how it made me think. I had never had these thoughts or feelings before and just shook my head to clear them away. Carefully, I lift off the bed and smell the heavy aroma of myself floating over the air. I look at my companion sleeping and let a slow, long lick cross my lips.

Although my belly felt a little on fire, it was nothing I could not handle. I decided the need to use the restroom was more pressing. I began the morning ritual of licking his face repeatedly until his sleepy eyes blinked open, and his strong hand ruffled my fur. His hand caressed my head, and a shiver ran up my spine. His touch felt so good today.

As his hand brushes along my thick, husky fur, I feel it move lower and lower on my back. Somehow, my face starts to tilt to the bed. The reverse action of my hips occurs, and they shift upward. A scorching sensation in my lower gut tells my brain there is nothing I can do to stop it. The way his hand runs along my hindquarters creates a tremor along my tail, and it lifts, and I begin to hold it tight against my back.

“Jasmine,” my friend asks inquisitively, “are…are you?” He seems to trail off in his thoughts, and that’s when his hand comes lower and runs across my girl’s entrance. The touch of his hand makes me whimper, not with discomfort but with a new profound longing. It was that moment of my whining from all the immense desires, why I couldn’t stop what I was doing; it was the start of my heart cycle.

My companion lifts his knees and slides behind me with fast motions and movements. I could only sense his actions while my tongue slid out of my mouth, letting me pant from how hot my gut was making me feel. Then his fingers caress my entrance again, only this time they slide up the length of it and then slowly start to push into me.

I felt a sudden shame and wanted to pull away from what he was doing, but the way his hand pets and rubs along my back near my tail kept me from moving. My legs lock in front of me while my mind forces me to stay in the position. “Oh, you did start your cycle,” he whispers to himself while only the tips of his fingers are resting inside my folds. They start to wiggle up and down and it makes a pleasant sensation start to build in my body.

A lot went through my mind, and focusing on one item was hard. His fingers slide in and out just a little more each time. That burning desire that was locking my body stiff, hoping he would not stop. A great need to pee, oh gosh, that was starting to fade more and more the way his fingers got deeper. What was he doing to me?

Soon, he changes up and pulls his fingers free. Suddenly his nose pushes up next to my other back entrance, and something warm and wet licks up along my slit. Was he licking me down there now, and…I hope he will not stop. He must be smelling me; my heart must drive my companion mad, just like the beagle was at that lab the other day.

“Oh, Jasmine,” he mumbles, almost in a drunken daze. I let out my little whine when he lets the tip of his tongue glide hard and fast over my slit. Not even my cleaning ever felt like this; was it because he was a male and was just responding to my heat? I could not tell what my body was thinking or doing, but it only forced my hips to push back against him when his tongue slid a little deeper into my folds and then back out.

I was unsure of what to feel or think as the thoughts of my mind drove me barking mad. He suddenly pulls away from my backside, and I can feel him shift up closer to me. Then, the tip of something warm and slightly wet starts to push against my entrance. My mind kept thinking, “he is going to mate me. He is going to mate me.” My body, on the other side, was just screaming, “I want him to mate me; I need him to mate me.”

The tip was thick, so much thicker than I thought it would be. Was his anatomy so different from my species that it was that noticeable? Slowly, he pushed it back and forth, little by little spreading me further open. Having my companion try to mate with my type was a strange feeling.

“Ok, Jasmine, just bear with it. I know…I know, girl.” his soothing voice helps with the feeling. My hips lock harder, feeling how deep he kept going. My entrance was fully open, and I let out a deep whine when he suddenly bottomed out, and I could feel him pressing against my hindquarters. It was amazing.

As the tip of himself touches my most inner depth, he lets out his little moan followed by a pleasant “yessss.” If my mind had been concerned with what was happening, it was soon replaced with a new desire. My companion starts to drag the length of himself out, and when his oddly shape tip touches the edge of my lips, he buries himself deep into me once again. I was being mated and was loving it.

I did not know what my body was doing, but the feeling was driving more of my heat between my legs to wet itself. I could also tell he was dripping something that helped him slide in and out easier. I started to whimper in a steady rhythm as his unit would pull out and push back every time. My body shook with a strange lust. I was getting closer and closer to something big happening. That slut of a neighbor lab would be jealous of how fantastic my companion felt compared to that beagle.

As he pushes in and out, his hands grasp under my leg and pull me closer. Now and then, he would pull my tail a bit to the side and seem to slam harder into me. It was going to drive me crazy when he started to mumble, “I’m going to cum, Oh Jasmine, I’m going to cum inside. Take it all, please.” Whatever he was talking about had been drowned out by a sudden rush exploding from my body. All I knew was I wanted to feel him mate me so much.

Then I felt it; the most intense feeling my cunt could muster washes over my body like a detonation. My companion pulls on my hips and grinds his member deep inside as the warm feeling of his hot white stuff starts pouring inside of me. Was this it? Was I finally mated? I did not want it ever to end as my mind felt so much pleasure.

The feeling of his manhood finally finishes dumping the last shots of his white stuff. A few moments later his member was softer and less defined. It pulls from my vagina, and I can feel his seed drip from my entrance. “Oh Jasmine, that was what I have been waiting for so long,” he said, rubbing my fur above my tail. My hips had shaken and quivered a few times, but now that that flash of pleasure was slowly fading, I could think again. My heart was beating so fast, and it was a strange longing to always have him near me. My companion was more than a friend. He was now my mate, and I wanted nothing more than to share our lives.

Suddenly, I felt a rush to pee, and I whined and started walking to the front door quickly. “Oh, yes. We need to hurry,” he yelled at himself. As we rush into the cool air, I repeatedly repeated the morning’s events in my mind. Every thought ended with, “Wonder what our puppies will look like?”

 

The End.

 

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