extreme beastiality

OoC: For the record, this is my first try at ever really writing something along these lines. I've done a little human smut in my own fandom writing but I get a little sick pleasure from indulging in my animal side every once in a while ^_~ I've been LOA recently due to a stint in the hospital and then moving house but hopefully this will be the start of a new trend of mine.

For reference's sake, this is the first part of a fictional piece that will no doubt, be written with a fair amount of first person as a means to try and suck the reader in. I hope you enjoy it and all constructive criticism is welcomed.

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Man's best friend. The companion through the ages and loyal to a fault. But who decided that it was *man's* best friend? When was it agreed that woman's best friend would be the vibrator she keeps stashed in her underwear drawer? You know the one, the one that one she guiltily bought from that dingy little sex store, the one that seemed less conspicuous than somewhere corporate like Ann Summers because deep down you can't help but think it's a little pathetic that you have to rely on a rubber, buzzing dick to get you off instead of looking for the variety that actually has blood running through it. You know the ones, the type that’s actually even harder to come by than a good dildo. A real one. But then, that defeats the object if even then, it just doesn’t scratch that itch.

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For the umpteenth time in almost four years I watch with that familiar tug in my stomach as streamlined muscles stretch and pull. Muscles that were designed to run, to sprint down along the riverside or to go full out in a seamless gait through fields. From the tip of a cold wet muzzle to the end of a well feathered tail, the dog is a work of art and one that has inspired through time in all his sensual glory. My breath catches as he stops, freezing in his sprint through long grass to look at me with those dark brown eyes as though he has heard my every thought and even now stops to answer, a cock of the head, a lift of those long, pendulous ears or even a wag of that tail. Body language that I decipher as easily as reading a sign on the side of the road, far easier to interpret than those subtle, indescribable little gestures that men give off in their strange courting rituals to see if he’ll be lucky enough to get into those hot little panties of yours tonight.

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I love you.

I love you too.

It travels between us, unspoken words and I feel that same indescribable joy that I felt since the moment I saw that wriggling bundle of black and tan fur slide from his mother and into my hands. You grow to understand someone if you’ve been there their entire life and they in turn understand you. My boy, my handsome boy who makes my stomach flutter and heat flood through my body like I’m one of those girls in the office who coo and twitter amongst each other at the sight of some cute guy strutting past like a peacock with his tail out.

It’s not the same, what we have is… animal, it’s primal in it’s simplicity of give and take and as I walk through land that I can call my own, I feel heat building through my, flooding my veins and rushing to my loins as I watch you with shameless desire like I was one of those bitches in heat you howl for when their scent hits your nose and you are tortured in knowing that they are so close and yet kept beyond your grasp. I see you those nights with your cock swollen and engorged and you know, I know you do that I fall asleep with my hand buried between my thighs and my mind filled with images of hot, red flesh.

I can barely think, I am already squirming as I walk with you, in this time of ours, and as I sink beneath the warm shelter of one of many over-hanging trees my hand is already pushing at my jeans, scrunching them past my hips and I moan as I feel hot flesh beneath my cool finger-tips. I can’t help it, I’m so hot and it’s all for you, all because of you. I don’t care that the wetness of the grass beneath me is soaking through my jeans and into my ass, it adds to it all and makes my skin come to life as I pull feverishly at clothes, pulling and kicking in a sudden frenzy. I need to be free, I want to be free. I want to be naked, to feel fur against bare flesh with nature at my back. I don’t care that my shirt has been tossed to one side, almost vanishing into brambles or that my jeans and boots have been kicked away. Desperately I claw at my bra and toss it mindlessly even as my thumb wrenches my panties free over my hips, down my thighs before they too are kicked away.

I am free.

And I am so turned on. Nature is supposed to exhilarating but I don’t think this is what they had in mind. The sound of my own breathy mewls tickle my ears as one hand fondles a heavy breast, tweaking my aching nipple in an all too familiar initiation, a familiar game that I have played so many times before. My fingers are already probing my pussy, finding it hot and slick and all I did was think of you, was watch you doing what you do best. Just be you. I can’t help it, I have no time or use for control, it takes away the best part of who you are and as I dip between my sodden folds I can’t stop the moan as my hips push up to greet my own invading digit.

“Here…”

I only need say it once, you are already there, the musky scent of sex, of my sex brought you to me the moment I slipped free of the confines of my jeans and you are a captive audience. There is no nervousness, no thought of right from wrong, this feels natural, more natural than trying to think of what to do to please the latest guy, to make sure that the morning after you weren’t the new joke of the day because you failed to impress. I don’t need to prove myself to you because I know you adore me just as much as I adore you. That’s all that matters and like any healthy relationship we know how to make each other happy.

My hand jerks away as without hesitation you bury your cold, wet snout against my crotch and that sudden contrast of cold on blazing heat almost makes me come there and then. In the corner of my gaze I see that familiar tail wag, almost shy in it’s tentativeness.

“Who’s my good boy? My handsome boy…”

I lavish the praise on you, every good word far more meaningful than talking dirty. You know I mean it, that I want you dearly. Whoever said Casanova was the supreme lover was a moron. They clearly hadn’t stopped to think outside the box because you do things that no man can. And that’s what makes you better all around. With that moment of fleeting doubt gone you bury your tongue in my dripping pussy, wriggling it into that tight little hole to find that juice you seem to love so because you can’t get enough. Every little dribble and you’re right there scooping it up, lashing my flesh with more eager expertise than any guide on tonguing a woman could give.

“Yes! My good boy, my very good boy…”

I can’t help that my words are slurred into breathy nonsense, it doesn’t matter because you seem to understand anyway and a caress along that silky head makes you all the more eager as you lick me, your tongue slapping my hard little clit and every time it does I can’t help but thrust up to you, trying to drive you that little deeper.

Lick me darling, it’s all yours anyway.

I want to come, to jerk and dance like some sick puppet. I have but a split second to decide, do I let you continue or do I move? Weakly I cave, groaning and writhing in the grass as I pull my legs up and spread myself wide so you can bury your tongue into my sodden hole and take the flood of moisture that leaks from me as I come, shuddering, jerking and loving every second.

You take care of me, cleaning up every dribble of musky liquid and nosing at my pussy and I know you want more, I see it in the frantic eagerness in which you nose along my groin, seeming to grow only more enthusiastic every time you nudge my sensitive clit and I jerk all over again. I see your cock, dark red and hanging free of your sheath and I know you want me as much as I want you. That thought is a turn on. It’s exciting to know that someone wants you, that they need you….

To Be Continued

Part Two:

As I lie there in the damp grass with the afternoon sun beginning to already set low in the sky, I don’t care that the chill in the air teases my naked flesh, tickling my already hardened nipples into aching points of dusky pink flesh. The only thing in my world is, you, standing over me with your head low and the feathers along your belly stroking my thighs with each breath you take. You’re attentive, taking care of me as you nose between my thighs, licking up every last little dribble of juice that runs from my twitching pussy.

“Good boy…”

It’s a happy sigh, adrenaline pumping through my veins as the blissful moment of high begins to slowly subside and I can see by the way your hips twitch, shunting forward to hump thin air that you’re desperate for more. You have to have more. Both of us are dizzy, intoxicated by sex and pheromones, the scent of sweat and my cum thick in the air around us like some macabre perfume.

Now.

You want it now.

Somewhere along the road our playful loving turned into something more… animal. You know what you want and right now, I’ve become little more than a bitch, a ripe bitch in heat. I know you don’t mean it, that deep down you’re my loving boy but then, what man doesn’t have his two-faced moments? A low growl, simple and insistent rumbles from your throat.

“Heyyyy. You can stop tha…”

Another rumble, this time just a little more annoyed sounding. I’ve had my fun and now it’s time for yours, it’s as simple as that. It’s not until I move, craning to the side to see your thick cock hanging down between your knees that I realise just how frustrated you must be. My poor boy. The growl fades into a whine, low and pathetic sounding and I can’t help but feel a little turned on and the sight of you hanging there, begging so hard you’re weeping as pre-cum dribbles from the pointed tip of your shaft.

“Mmm.. such a big.. handsome boy….”

Even as I lie there with you towering over me I feel… dominated. I’m no longer the mistress, the alpha, I’m a bitch, your mate and it’s such an arousing thought that I squirm, one hand sliding over your ribs and caressing your silky brisket even as my other slides beneath your belly and my fingers wrap around the solid thickness of your cock.

“Oh God….!”

Instantly you begin humping my hand, grunting as your feet try to can a standing but even this hand-job isn’t enough to get you what you really want. Your nose is alive with the scent of my pussy, of the moisture that makes my curls dark and damp and you want to bury your cock into my sweet cunt probably as much as I want to feel it there.

I stay there for a minute, letting you hump my hand like a puppy humping a cushion after his newfound discovery of his balls. It’s all fun and games at the time but it’s a quick jerk, nowhere near as good as the real deal. Not too long ago a quick hand-job would have had you happy as Larry and as proud as can be. Now of course, you’re a snob for the good stuff and maybe that makes me love you more. After all, what we do took a huge amount of trust. You trust me and I trust you.

That’s something big.

As I release you, nuzzling your soft chest feathering, you’re pulling away following the scent that’s once again thick in the air and your cold, wet snout is buried into the junction at the top of my thighs even as I roll onto my belly.

“W… Wait!..!”

I try to get you to slow down, to give me time to move but you’re already there with that rough, wide tongue once more raking through my slit and as I pull my knees up you’re dragging that wonderful appendage from clit to ass and it’s all I can do to surrender and let myself cum all over again.

“Jus… Just wait…!”

It’s no use, you’re driven entirely on instinct now and I’ve barely gotten my ass into the air before your weight drops onto my back and I feel your legs lock around my hips and dragging me closer to your probing cock. On some level that loss of control, of surrender is terrifying. On every other level it’s the biggest turn on of my life and I can feel my pussy juices oozing down my inner thigh and can feel my nipples poking against my arm. Sensuality drips out of every pore and right now I am so turned on I would take a stick in my pussy and then scream for more.

Once, twice you miss and I feel the hard tip stabbing against my thigh or treacherously close to the tight, puckered sphincter of my ass. That territory is off limits. Third time is the charm though and you drive your huge, pulsing cock home with a grunt and my slick pussy welcomes it into its throbbing embrace.

“Oh…. Oh God YES!”

I squeal out, I can’t help it. The feeling of you buried so deep in me hits every remotely sensitive spot in my weeping sex and I’m a split second away from having the most intense orgasm of my life and it’s thanks to you baby, all thanks to you. I don’t have chance to enjoy the feeling of you buried in me for long, already you’re moving, pumping your hips like a jackhammer and pounding my pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

Oh sweet mother of God.

My face is buried in my arm and I grunt and squeal into my skin as you pound my flesh and I can feel your balls slapping my ass with every pump. Every push drives you deeper and deeper into my sodden channel and for the umpteenth time I find myself wondering just why I didn’t give up men for dogs years ago.

“That’s.. that’s it… good boy… yes!”

I feel your shaft swelling against my cunt, pushing it wider and with a shove you’ve forced your knot between my pussy lips, that huge ball of flesh easily the size of a grapefruit and it’s locked inside me. The pain it brings is pleasurable in its own right and as my own climax beats down on my I feel your semen gushing into my room in boiling hot spurts, your jism filling my womb and leaking around that seal we’ve formed together to trickle down my thighs.

Desperately my hand wriggles beneath me, my fingers wriggling into my curls to find my clit and even as you hump against me I work at getting myself off all over again. Whoever decided that women got to have multiple orgasms was a freakin’ genius I tell you. I’m sobbing out yet another orgasm, the pleasure burning through my pussy mingling with the feeling of your weight on my back, with the sensation of my fingers rubbing my swollen and engorged clit to send me juddering into sweet oblivion.

I have no idea how long we’re tied together, all I know is that I’m going out of my mind with pleasure and I’m quite sure that I’ll spontaneously combust if we keep this up. At least I’d die with a smile on my face, that’s for sure. Maybe that smile is made a little wider as you nuzzle and lick at my neck whilst you’re sprawled against my spine and I know for all your grumbling you love me deep down. This is what makes it so special you see, a man might say he loves you but then that same man says the same thing five seconds after he’s given you a black eye. At least I know what my boy and me have is honest.

Eventually you pull back, yanking your knot out of me with a wet popping sound as the seal breaks and all that jism comes pouring out of my aching pussy and gushes down my thighs. Instantly you’re there, cleaning me up and I futilely try to push you away.

“No.. no more….”

It’s no good, you do what you do and that’s take care of me even if it does send me twitching and moaning into bliss once again as your tongue slaps my hyper sensitive clit and I begin to fully believe that there’s no way I’ll be able to walk home, my limbs are turned to jelly even as I crawl across the grass to try and find clothes whilst you pull away to take care of yourself, sent away with a kiss and loving caress because believe it or not, momma ain’t a sex machine.

At this rate lover you’re going to have to leave me behind or drag me home. That or rush for help. You could be my personal Lassie.

What’s you say boy? Your mistress is in the field and she's too tired to come home because you’ve shagged her senseless?

The thought makes me chuckle as I haul myself to my feet. What? You’ve got to admit it’s kind of funny and even you seem to agree as you bound past me all wagging tail and floppy ears. You feel good, I feel good and the best part is we both know that it’ll start all over again as soon as we get home.

~End~