Delilah's Dog Days

Whiskey's rumbling voice all but pounded in Delilah's ears as she shuddered on her elbows and knees. Her ass was burning from the large penetration of the canine butt plug inside her rectum and the very specific knowledge that Matthew and Ophelia were still here watching this exchange between the skin-tight leather-suited pet girl and her mate was hot in her mind. Delilah meekly raised her head, the entire shape of it altered by the tight leather hood covering it. The entire getup made every effort to give Delilah the appearance of a canine and, more specifically, a German Shepherd like Whiskey. The pointed ears on the mask stood upright, flipping and wobbling with fast head movements. The patterning on the bitchsuit very similarly matched Whiskey's own coat, marking her as one of his species in a more direct way. And the proudly upright tail indicated, to Whiskey, that she was excited.

And Delilah couldn't see any of that. She still hadn't seen herself in a mirror. All she could see was Whiskey staring her down with a cautious but dominant gaze.

W-what did they do to me... Whiskey's m-made noises like that before... but- Delilah's eyes flit down from the canine's face, too afraid now to look him in the eyes. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that staring an animal in the eyes was usually a challenge and to look away now would be nothing short of submission. But all she knew in her conscious mind was looking him in the eye was terrifying as his throat rumbled with soft growls and noises. But as her eyes fell and her head drooped, she let her gaze cast up his underbelly and spotted his already erect and leaking cock.

He likes it. He likes me. W-wait, Whiskey, no, n-not here, please. Not in front of them.

Delilah flinched as Whiskey prowled forward again and nudged his nose against hers. The canine would feel the soft, velvety texture of the mask and suit. Every inch had been carefully made to feel like a very thin coat of fur with stiff and tiny fibers. It may not have been a German Shepherd's fur coat but it was certainly not human skin. And the texture seemed to excite and intrigue the canine as his nose rubbed and sniffed up Delilah's open-mouthed mask, across her covered cheek, up past her eye, over her scalp, and then down across her neck. She held stock-still as Whiskey drifted down her side and finally brushed his wet nose over her ass, making her jolt as the cold press of his nose to her bare ass cheek felt wildly uncomfortable. He'd done this before, smelled her all over and got personal with it, but never while she'd had the pleasure of her ass cheeks being the only flesh he could really reach.

W-Whis- stop, please... it's... it tickles... it's cold! T-they... Mas- nnh, Matthew and that witch are staring!

And indeed Matthew and Ophelia were staring as they loiter at the edge of the room, giving Whiskey plenty of space to inspect the bitchsuited girl and her drooling pussy as his pointed muzzle moves down from her tail plugged ass and bumps up into her cunt, all but sinking into it as he gets a long, deep smell of her intimate scent.

"Nhhuaaaahhh-!" Delilah lets out a long and low moan as she feels Whiskey's large wet tongue flick out to lap at her pussy juices, tasting his mate as she shivers from the pleasurable feeling. She shifts and shimmies slightly on her knees, the thick and soft rubber pads covering her kneecaps barely transferred any feeling or sensation through them, more the feeling of her own weight being held up by her knees. It didn't hurt, she'd gotten used to walking on her knees over the course of the last week, but feeling Whiskey's lapping tongue added more sensation than she was ready for right now. Because particularly difficult was keeping herself up on her elbows. That was a different feeling. Delilah's eyes squeeze shut and she slowly rolls and turns her head as she feels Whiskey lick and lick over and over as her pussy drooled even more for him. Each wet "schlop" of his tongue made her shiver from the sheer humiliation of it, of a dog being the one treating her to some cunnilingus, but after the roughness of Matthew in the shower and on the floor, of the tightness of the bitchsuit, and the pain of the plug in her ass, the pleasantness of his tongue wasn't something she was going to pass up.

It... feels like he knows I'm hurting... is he caring for me? Tending how he can? He can, can, be really sweet. Delilah thought to herself as her toes curled and uncurled in her bitchsuit, hidden away by the seamless sleeves containing her legs. Her fingers mirrored the motion and clenched and unclenched. The arm sleeves allowed her to rotate her forearms within the leather cuff and she was experimenting with which direction felt more comfortable; either her palms facing forward or towards her shoulders. She couldn't decide but at least she had the option to switch while bound.

Amid her heavy breathing and hot panting, Delilah suddenly realizes she wasn't feeling Whiskey's tongue anymore. She peels her eyes open and looks up just to see Whiskey's backside. She blushes as the canine was looking straight ahead, away from her, as his tail wagged slowly and upraised, giving her a full view. He'd rarely done this, displayed himself like this. From here, she could clearly see his hefty ball sack, a pair of jewels that he'd used to completely fill her pussy just last night. Hanging past those she could see that now-familiar tapering cock though his knot was hidden behind his furred pouch. And above all of those she could see his tight asshole, ringed by fur and completely natural. She blushed beneath her mask as she found herself staring at his equipment and a surprising utterance from Matthew got her attention.

"Hn-Hm! He's offering you a scent, Bitch. He got yours, be polite and introduce yourself. He knows who you are... get in there and greet him."

Delilah quickly looks over to see Matthew and Ophelia spectating and smiling at her. With varying levels of perverse enjoyment, they were clearly entertained by the 18-year-old's predicament here. She was being inducted as a canine and Whiskey was leading the way on teaching her appropriate behavior.

He showed me what to do... he got my scent, helped himself... a-am I... is he expecting me to... h-help myself?

Meekly, Delilah lifted her right elbow and tried to walk forward. It wasn't easy but it was possible. She'd need plenty of time to get used to this and she somehow expected she'd get it, based on what Ophelia said about this suit being wearable long-term. Timid as could be, she brought herself closer and closer to Whiskey's behind before raising her head and taking a slow sniff. She found, a bit surprisingly, that this new mask had a slightly different nostril solution. The last one had an open space in the snout and left her upper lip bare so she could smell but this one had a completely flush fitting to her lips, covering them entirely. Instead, there seemed to be a pair of channels running from the moulded nose of the canine muzzle through the snout and leading directly to her nose. And it seemed to do the trick of funneling smells directly to her nose as she got a scent of Whiskey's backside, flushing bright red as she took a few more sniffs. The rubber mask forced her to get close to take careful smells and with the scent of fresh rubber taking up most the air coming into her nose she had to sniff and smell for a while before being hit with Whiskey's scent. At the edge of her perception, she noticed Whiskey's tail wagging slowly as she smelled him, smelled her mate, and took it as an indication she was doing something correctly as she all but kissed his backside.

Slowly, and with a light haze in her head as his scent filled her brain, she moved her head down and brushed her rubber nose over his ball sack. She was beet red beneath her mask and a little bit thankful that nobody would ever see that as her eyes were inches from her mate's sexual features. She rubbed and nudged slowly, trying to indicate to him in the same way he'd "indicated" to her. Even now her pussy cooled from all the saliva he'd left on her labia and thin, silky drips of her pussy juices drooled out and down between her thighs.

A low growl from ahead of her got her attention and she backed off, moving her head enough to see Whiskey craning his neck around to stare directly at her.

Is... did I do something wrong? Is he mad? I can... I just can't tell!

"Rrrouf!"

Whiskey lets out a short and sharp bark, startling Delilah with the suddenness of it and the pointed command that came with it. He didn't move and indeed seemed to be expecting Delilah to continue.

Here goes... n-nothing, I guess...

Delilah felt her stomach turn in knots as she moved herself back in and tilted her head up as much as she could to get her nose out of the way as she brushed the lower lip of her mask across Whiskey's sack and, timidly and without much thought, reached her tongue out through the gag ring on the inside of the mask. This mask did indeed seem to be a bit shorter than the last one as, earlier than expected, Delilah's tongue made contact. She let out a soft grunting moan through her open mouth as she licked upward, trying to match Whiskey's efforts and really only succeeding at getting short furs on her tongue.

This mask... I bet I could eat a lot easier in this... th-that's good, at least.

Delilah was working hard to excuse her actions, to try and think of anything else as she went for a second lick and found herself staring at Whiskey's asshole and narrowly missing it with her nose but definitely getting his full scent as she tried to please him.

W-what are you doing Dee?

Her subconscious mind screamed at her as her body moved on its own, trying to be obedient to the canine that now stood taller than her in this bitchsuit. At the canine whose barks and growls send shivers down her spine. At the canine whose tongue and cock made her want to cum.

Unthinkingly, Delilah pushed on. Her nose went down, brushing over Whiskey's furred sack and dipping beneath it as she tried to reach for his cock. Her snout slid against his knot and she felt it flop up and to the side, batting her in the cheek as she got her head in between his legs as her breathing got heavy. She tried to turn her head and rub against it, getting his cock-scent on her masked face before she heard another deep growl from above her. Whiskey held the growl, evidently trying to communicate... something to her... but she couldn't quite understand.

I'm... I'm trying, Whis... you l-licked me... let me... l-lick you!

Cautiously, and with some difficulty, Delilah moved her face and rubber nose to try and get a hold of Whiskey's member but really only succeeded in rubbing it all over her face. His leaking lubricant trailed thin lines across her nose and cheeks. She had to clench her right eye shut as his cocktip dragged over her face and she felt the shameful fluid cover her eyelid.

Seemingly fed up with her feeble attempts, Whiskey lets out a new bark. "Rrouf-arough!" He barks twice in quick succession and steps away from Delilah. She quivers from the volume and aggression in his barks and feels her elbows give out as she spreads them wide and dips her head down, bowing before him as he turns around to stare her down. The dog pauses for a moment and lets out a fresh growl as his cock throbs and drools within her vision. He stalks closer to her again, bending down not to sniff her but seemingly to stand off against her, a series of short growls and quiet barks trying to communicate some level of dominance over her and Delilah felt her chest pound.

He... probably thinks I'm bowing or something... my arms just gave out, that's all! Honest! He... Whiskey, I can't... I don't know what you want!

But Whiskey didn't seem to be a mind reader as he held his confrontation with her for a moment longer before stepping forward. And then to the side. And then alongside her. And around behind her again...

Whiskey, no, wait!

Delilah let out a squeaking grunt as she felt Whiskey hop up and land heavily with both paws on her lower back. Her knees were still holding up and kept her buttocks raised. Whiskey seemed keen to make use of that. As he mounted her, his torso pressed her new tail flat against her buttocks and made her wince as it tugged on the thick inflated knot in her rectum. His paws walked up her spine and made her arch her back until she felt his claws press into the leather suit at her shoulder blades. His weight on her back made her keenly aware of her bare, exposed breasts being squished flat into the carpet as he controlled her completely. She could barely move.

And as she felt a familiar tip glide against her pussy, Delilah let out a low howl as she turned her head and pressed her right cheek into the carpet, her left eye open and staring up at Whiskey as he proudly stood on top of her, holding her down and gyrating his hips as his cock searched for her hole. "Hhhnnhaaahhh... Whhiffkeeeyyyy..." Delilah was flushed red beneath her suit as her gag ring turned her words into hollow vocalizations, robbing her voice from her even as she moaned out her canine lover's name.

The girl winced and whined with each attempt made to penetrate her until, almost surprisingly, she felt a pinch and shove against her buttocks as Whiskey's cock found its home and speared inside.

"Ggghhrr-rouuf!"

Delilah clenched her fists, curled her toes, and shuddered at Whiskey's growl and bark as he painfully ground his cock inside her, lubricating himself with his own slick precum while her pussy worked overtime to reduce the friction of his penetration.

At least... that's what you tell yourself, you dirty dog-fucking Bitch.

Delilah's heart thudded against the carpet as Whiskey pinned her down and her brain berated her. And she had no response to her thoughts as she feels Whiskey's claws slide up her back and grab her hips, holding her tight as he kept himself mounted on top of her and slid in to his knot-depth.

Mmnf! It fucking hurts... with that cock in my ass too! S-stupid Matthew... this is so unfair!

But "fairness" suddenly evaporates as Whiskey seemed assured he was properly inserted into his bitch because the moment his knot kisses her pussy the eager canine yanks his hips back and slams them forward again.

"HYUGH!"

Delilah lets out a pained grunt through her shorter canine mask but it does nothing to stop Whiskey as he aggressively ruts himself in and out of Delilah's sopping wet pussy. Splatters of her juices coat his underbelly fur and pour down her thighs as her lover rearranges her already filled guts with his cock. That slick doggy cock only feels bigger and tighter with the new and "improved" tail plug stuffed inside Delilah's ass and her progressive screams, grunts, and moans of pained pleasure prove it. The dog's paws gripped her hips tight, using the leverage to pound her harder than he'd ever done and Delilah could feel it. His quick thrusts filled the room with rapid "thwump-thwump-thwump" noises as his furry body impacted her leather-covered one and each time his knot punched against her pussy it managed to spread her a little further. He'd done this before, he'd worked his way into her cunt. But never when it was this tight thanks to that other plug, never when she'd been smaller than him in her new bitchsuit, never in front of live voyeurs. Delilah was flushed crimson red beneath her hood and mask, every inch of her body was aching and simmering underneath her new suit, and every thrust only made her more certain that she was going to cum for this dog and there was nothing she could do about it.

He's... this dog's going to try and really breed me... is it the suit!? Does he... he doesn't see me as a real dog, does he!? Fuck it feels so good... no! Please! Don't... Whiskey, I can't... you're not supposed to feel good! This hurts! Please stop hurting... but please don't stop!

Delilah's eyes both pop open as she suddenly feels a tightness and sharp yank around her neck and a choked grunt escapes her throat. The slick ooze that had been covering her right eye since rubbed off onto the carpet and she was brought up as she felt Whiskey bite and pull on the thick and sturdy collar around her throat as he curled his body into hers and sank his knot into her cunt, forcing out a gasping scream through her ring gag as her body immediately responded.

"GGK-HHYYUUUUGH!"

Delilah's howl filled the room as her body shuddered from head to curled toe and her cock-filled pussy exploded with squirts of shameful fluids. As Whiskey held her up, enough that her elbows were well off the floor, her pussy's frantic burst sprayed all over the insides of her covered thighs and to the carpet below. She squealed as he held her collar tighter and made her flail in his grasp as her pussy throbbed and clenched on his cock, milking out his cum as hot rope after rope was forced into her vaginal depths. The burning heat spread all throughout her body and she knew she was breaking into a sweat as he slowly tipped forward and drove her face back to the carpet. She couldn't resist as her elbows splayed out and her eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed her forehead into the carpet and aftershocks of her orgasm sprayed a few more short spurts of her cum out behind her, shamefully proving to her blackmailer that she had indeed cum for his dog.

But Whiskey's part was far from done. He was still cumming. The dog's apparent eagerness to inseminate her was on display as his knot was fully inflated, enough to make Delilah's every twitch a painful reminder that she was full. Canine seed poured into her and filled her up completely as her spasming cunt tried to force Whiskey out of herself but his mounted position and gradual sinking down on top of her kept him well-seated inside and let him release his full load over the next twenty or more shots of cum. Delilah sure couldn't keep count as her mind was all but blank from the overwhelming pain, pleasure, and depravity of her situation.

Vaguely, Delilah became aware of movement around her. Probably Matthew and Ophelia. She might have heard voices, but the most important sound to her brain was the heavy panting of the canine mounted on top of her. She might have felt some inspecting touches and some alarmed yips and jolts from Whiskey but all she cared about was that he was still inside her, still holding his cum to her womb. She hurt all over. And she was satisfied as to why.