Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah quivered and twitched each time Whiskey moved. The canine was still buried in her pussy, that thick knot giving her some trouble with even basic thought, and despite her muscles repeatedly trying to force it out with squeezes and releases, he remained stubbornly buried inside her. Maybe part of it was the fact that he'd all but completely laid down on top of her, pinning her down and keeping her exposed chest her pressed to the floor. Displaying some of her athletic flexibility in an effort to get comfortable while she waited for his knot to deflate enough to slip free, Delilah spread her legs out flat, her elbows and knees, her new "paws", all pointed outwards as her canine lover panted over her covered ear and left her blushing and gasping as he sandwiched her inner walls with his hard fleshy knot and the inflated knot of the tail plug in her ass.

Fffuck... I feel so... so full... hhnff...

A little while ago, Matthew and Ophelia had packed up the remainder of her "veterinary" tools and supplies and left her alone with Whiskey. She'd barely noticed them leaving and even less been able to respond as her equal-weight, equal-size mate had already been pinning her down and pumping his hot seed into her. She shuddered again as she felt a small warm gush get added to what felt like an ocean of spunk in her body. It felt as if every movement and shift she made came with a slosh as her lover's cum bloated her, keeping her on edge as a persistent warmth and wetness filled her. When Whiskey let out another small spurt of cum, her pussy clenched down on him again as she thought about him and more importantly how she now must appear to him.

He's even bigger than me now isn't he? When in this s-suit... in my... in my fur... he... probably thinks I'm... does he think I'm a dog too? Does he recognize me in this suit? I don't... I do not look the same, but I smell the same, right?

She turned her head slightly as she heard Whiskey let out a low growl, something closer to a rumble of satisfaction, and jolted as she felt him start to stand.

"Hhhuffhh- Whuuski!" She moaned through her gag as her four-legged lover pressed himself up with his hind legs and dragged her clenching cunt with him for a moment. Her ass lifted off the carpet as her pussy was impaled on his cock just long enough for it to sting and burn as his knot tugged on her labial folds from the inside. But, slick and coated with her fluids as it was, it quickly became too difficult to hold on to.

SscchhlPOP!

Delilah let out a shrieking howl of pain as Whiskey's knot spread her labia back open and sprung free, dropping her hips to the floor with a thud as cum and creamy pussy juices poured out of her and onto the floor. His cock, as it sprung free, swung and bobbed randomly and trailed strings of cum and pussy juice in every direction. Delilah winced as she felt Whiskey step forward a few paces and, unbeknownst to her, drooled more of the musky mix of their union across her buttocks and back, leaving a little line of lewd fluids as a trail to follow to where the rest of it could be found; oozing from her puffy, abused cunt. Now un-pinned from beneath Whiskey, her new tail gradually raised itself up. The firm tubing that gave the tail its rigidity did its job as it raised up like an eager pet and before Whiskey could even turn around his mate's tail was raised and dripping with some of his spread cum. To him, it must have looked like an expression of delight. Slowly, he steps over and nudges her cheek, sniffing at her as he whines quietly and checks on his mate.

Weakly, the mate in question turns and looks up at him, blushing as he was so close and seemed... concerned? Or just investigatory? In either case, it didn't last as the sound of footsteps causes Whiskey to perk up and Delilah to groggily drag her head around to look at the open door as Matthew enters, smiling as he comes in to rub on Whiskey's muzzle and between his ears with both hands; completely ignoring Delilah as she oozed cum and groaned from her soreness of Whiskey's forceful rutting.

"There you go, boy, you two had a nice little fuck, didn't you? Good boy. Breeding your Bitch like that..." Matthew's baby-talking continues for a while as Whiskey's tail wags at the praise before Matthew finally turns and actually looks at Delilah. The poor thing was laying on the floor with a lewd stream of cum drooling from her cunt, her body almost completely covered in skin-tight leather with just her perky breasts, pussy, asshole, and some of her pert buttocks showing. And, of course, her eyes. Delilah meekly looked at Matthew before she saw his expression with her eyes looked away as she became self-conscious of how she looked. It wasn't a comforting thought. "But it also seems you're not so bad off in that suit. Stretchy and flexible where it's needed..." Matthew starts to say as he shifts over and rubs his hand along Delilah's head and back, feeling the short "fur" of the leather suit and giving it light tugs and pinches where possible. It felt like it was covered in something similar to peach fuzz and was quite pleasant to the touch with just enough stretch and give to make moving in it comfortable yet restrictive. "But it's also quite durable isn't it? Whiskey was gripping you tight and not even a scratch on the suit. Very impressive. I'll be sure to compliment Ophelia on it some more when we see her next."

Delilah raises her covered eyebrows as Matthew stands. Ophelia left already? That seems... sudden. But... good. That's one less person to see me like this. Though, Matthew could always send her some-

"I'll also send her some of the footage of you in the suit. Just so she can improve the design. Speaking of..." Matthew reaches into the back pocket of his slacks and brings out a nylon leash and lets it dangle from his hand. Only, curiously, there was a clip on either end of the black leash. "I think we should get you more comfortable with that suit. It's not going anywhere, so you better know how to handle it. And for this-" Matthew squats down as he clips one end of the leash to Whiskey's rugged leather collar and grins at Delilah as he rubs his left hand under her fuzzy chin, making her stomach churn as he clipped the other end to her collar. "-I think it's best if my two pets worked together. So let's get you both outside and work some of that excess energy off. Or, at the very least, let you stretch your new legs after being mounted like that. Come. Whiskey, lead."

He turns and makes way for the canine as Whiskey hops up and trots forward only for the leash to pull taut and snag as Delilah was still a crumpled mess on the floor. She lets out a gasping squeak as the collar on her neck tightens from the tug and she has to awkwardly amble up onto her elbows. It was difficult going from prone on the floor to up on her new "paws" but, somehow, she manages to get her sore and wobbly knees underneath her and props herself up on her elbows. As she started to crawl, she felt the softness of the knee and elbow pads. There was barely any sensation from the floor and it was the only thing keeping her comfortable like this. Even as her hands and feet pointed up at the ceiling and she was subjected to this new way of walking, she decided it wasn't terrible. At least, not as bad as it could be.

Just for Whiskey to ruin her musings with a whine, growl, and yank on the leash connecting them and send her toppling forward onto her masked face. Clearly, he was eager to go outside and play and wasn't keen on waiting for her to explore her new body.

As quickly as she could, which wasn't that fast, she got up on her elbows first again and then slid her knees up behind her as Whiskey's forward tugging helped haul her up. Even if he wasn't trying to be helpful she did appreciate him helping pull her up. As she began to hurry her pace up she let out a loud cry of pain as her muscles clenched on the knotted plug in her anus as the stiff tail attached to it wagged back and forth, jostling it in her rectum and seemingly sinking deeper as it settled into her body. Clenching like that let out a small spurt of leftover canine cum from her pussy and she blushed under her hood as the warm liquid ran down her suit and seemed to seep into it, feeling it right up against her knees as it flowed down and pooled by her knee pads and made them squish with each step. A mockery of what she'd done, a reminder of what she'd become: a canine's fuck pet at the hands of the man walking slowly behind her, watching each wobble of her ass and wag of her tail as Whiskey all but dragged her to the back door and Matthew let the both outside and into the fresh air.

Matthew strode out behind them, having collected a book to read and headed for the poolside with a simple list of directions for Delilah. "Bitch? Do your best to keep up with Whiskey. Observe and copy him. Match his behavior. He often likes doing a lap of the house to inspect things or explore new scents. I'll toss a toy if he gets bored. He might use a bush or something... but either way, just be a dog for a little while. We'll do lunch in a little bit. I'm sure you'll be starving by then..."

Delilah became rapidly aware that she was, in fact, hungry as Matthew walked away. She hadn't eaten since dinner last night, before Whiskey had rutted her in his kennel and again fucked her this morning now that she was bound up in her new bitchsuit. But as Whiskey was dismissed and sent onto the lawn, she was tugged further away from the house by the leash connecting her to the canine and off into the yard.

From here, on her elbows and knees in the grass and attached to Whiskey by a leash, Delilah had all manner of thoughts racing through her head as she panted through her rubber German Shepherd mask and ring gag. Whiskey didn't seem terribly thoughtful of her as he pulled her along, tail wagging as he checked out his favorite spots in the yard and started making a lap of the perimeter, pulling her as far as the front yard and up to the gate which she had to make a hurried effort to get away from for fear of being spotted through the open bars of the car or pedestrian gates.

Panting and exhausted from his pace, Delilah was thankful as he came to a momentary stop along the fence line where she could catch her breath and think for a second. He's so excited... he used to do this when I was just... d-dog sitting... when this all began. I never thought I'd be attached to him for it...

Delilah, having let her attention slip, looks over to see Whiskey lifting a leg and aiming himself towards a tree. She blushes as she hears the drizzling of the canine doing his business. The dog himself seemed to be looking around until meeting her eyes, intimately aware that she was there. The leash sure wasn't letting either of them forget about the other. Whiskey drops his leg and takes a few paces forward before turning and walking around towards Delilah again, nudging her in the side and again near her posterior which made her yelp quietly as his wet nose grazed her bare flesh there. She takes another peek at the wet stain on the tree and flushes red under her suit.

M-master... uhm, Matthew said... I should try to copy Whiskey... did he mean... he did say copy... should... I do have to go...

She quickly glances back at Whiskey who seemed to be giving her a little bit of space now, standing some sort of vigil as she stood on all fours on the grass. The tree in question was a few paces into the bark mulch that separated the grass of Matthew's well-maintained yard from the shrubs and privacy wall. Compliments to his groundskeeper. She squirms for a moment, her elbows tapping on the grass as she resigns herself to this humiliation.

I'm probably out of view from the front fence... it'll be quick.

She starts to crawl over to the tree and turns her body, Whiskey still keeping guard and watching outwards and unaware of her. Somehow, it made her feel far more comfortable to have him watching out for her like this. Somewhat awkwardly, she leans her weight onto her right side and lifts her left leg as much as she could. She props it up onto the tree for stability and grunts. The ring gag in her mouth always made her exhales and breaths sound more, sound like a dog, sound hollow, sound bestial. It still surprised her when she made a noise she hadn't made in this mask yet and it came out wrong. She lets out another soft grunt as she squeezes her abdominal muscles to try and make herself pee like this, which had the painful effect of clenching on her knotted plug tail and pushing out a bit more remaining canine cum, causing it to dribble warmly down her thigh. But after a moment of the humiliating posture and painful products of forcing it, a sharp inhale of relief filled her lungs as a stream of yellow urine flowed out.

"Mmnnphh... mnah-" Delilah's breathy exhales made her blush as she let her bladder empty itself, spraying mostly onto the tree and mulch but she could feel some warmth getting added to the padding under her knees as liquid pooled and flowed down. She blushed at the sensation and knew she'd need a bath sooner than later.

However, before she'd even finished, she heard a sudden and forceful growl from behind her.

Startled, Delilah staggers away from the tree as her raised knee pushes on it and she teeters back into the grass just in time to see Whiskey confronting her. His posture was upright and direct, tail down, teeth bared but not attacking. A pang of fear shook her heart.

W-what!? What did I do!? I was copying you, Whis! You did it too!

She's left wondering what she did as she starts to get her "paws" under her again just to see Whiskey launch forward and felt his teeth on the back of her neck. Thankfully, much of his bite force was diminished by the collar and she thought he wasn't trying too hard -she had seen him crack bones he was chewing on in the past- but this felt different.

"Hyah! Whis-!" She yelps and grunts as the canine forces her face-down into the grass with his commanding grasp of her neck, his entire body on top of her as he lets out more low growls and shakes her head a few times with a determined demeanor. "Whiiiis!"

The dog pins her against the grass, her hind quarters raised as his efforts were on her neck and head and she feels her cheek rubbing in the grass, one eye barely able to catch glimpses of his face and ear as he controlled her movements and, a little further on, she saw a man come jogging up from around the house; Matthew!

"Hh-helph!" She pleaded, crying through her ring gag as Matthew took in the scene, book still in hand as he'd heard some commotion and come to see what was wrong and, as he gets closer, he doesn't stop Whiskey by any command but the dog does stop jerking her head around.

"And what did you do, Bitch? Whis? What'd she do?" He asks, pacing closer slowly until he glances over and spots the wet spot on the tree and the sizable pool of presumably urine on the mulch near Delilah and he glances back at the pair. "Bitch... did you mark his spot? Ooh, shouldn't have done that. Looks to me like he's correcting you... good boy, Whiskey." Matthew rights himself and turns, causing Delilah's eyes to bug out as he was abandoning her. "Better present an apology, Bitch. He runs the yard, and you're marking his territory. You make your marks inside his territory, not on it. Tsk tsk, challenging your alpha... bad girl..."

Delilah is left gasping for air as Matthew leaves, guessing as to what happened as Whiskey's jaw releases her slowly but he doesn't move from her, still standing on top of her and dominating her position. A low, commanding growl emits from his throat, one she was beginning to recognize as a directive and she timidly turns. Fearing that he might bite her again, she keeps her head low as she turns to face him, making her face towards the vehicle gate not too far from here and she drags herself forward with her elbows, nervously trying to show some level of submissive gesture to apologize.

Not like I can give him a snack and a back rub like this to apologize after all... so... what can I do?

Delilah's mind was trying to find some way around this, but her body was already moving. Whatever kernel of depravity that had been growing inside her was taking control as she brought her face nearer to his furred sheath hanging between his legs.

Whiskey seems to prod and nudge a lot... to indicate things. Maybe... maybe I can do that too?

Anxiously, she started to raise her head and turned her face so she brought her cheek up to his sheath and... he didn't stop her.

Does... does he like when I do this? Is this a good show of submission for him? Does he know I mean it?

The bitchsuited girl doesn't have time to ponder such questions as she nudges her fuzzy canine muzzle against Whiskey's sheath, the scent of his musk and urine fresh in her nostrils as she prods and rubs slowly to try and prove her apology to him as she feels a drizzle of his canine lubricant leak out, flow onto her fake tongue, and then again onto her real tongue. A soft whine escapes her as she tastes him again but can't stop now as Whiskey's posture remained firm. She shifts her own hind legs and tries to present a submissive stance while also getting enough traction to move and track his movements. She could feel each time her stiff tail bumped against his neck or torso because it turned or twisted the knotted cock plug in her ass and made her squeak in pain but there was little she could do about it. The thing was not coming out without help.

It was then, as Delilah got her second taste of drooled lubrication and she felt the first brush of his canine tip against her lips that she heard something else. Footsteps. Her head raised and bumped Whiskey's underbelly which just earned a corrective growl so she resumed her efforts, trying to please him, when she heard a paired group of footsteps from outside the vehicle gate. Pausing for a moment to dip her head just low enough to peek around Whiskey's tail, she saw a couple. A human couple. A man and a woman in athletic wear pausing at the gate to peer inside and see what was happening.

"Oh! I didn't know Orem got another dog... seems they're getting along nicely!"

"Oh, stop it honey, let's just go! Let the doggies do their thing! Maybe Matthew is trying to get some puppies..."

"We could ask! You have been wanting a dog for a while..."

"Hush! That'd be an awful thing to ask! What would he think of us, asking something like that?"

"What!? It was just a suggestion..."

Delilah's ears burned as she heard their conversation and before long, they resumed walking and their voices carried off, leaving her alone with the other dog. Perhaps lucky for her, or perhaps not, the two of them didn't seem to realize she wasn't a dog.

Or, perhaps in a certain sense, as she clenched her fists under her bitchsuit gloves and brought her head back up to keep making apologies to her mate, she was.