Delilah's Dog Days

"Hah... hah... ha-hah... hahhhh-hyaaahn!"

Quiet moans escalate to squeals of breathless delight as pleasure spears through a young canine bitch. Her fore paws grasp at anything for comfort and her right finds the strong, furred muzzle of a German Shepherd looming beside her head. She holds it tight to try and steady herself and his teeth bare themselves for a moment and her fingers brush across them, sending a tingle of submissive sensation through her body as she knew those teeth meant he was in charge. That is, if the forceful paws holding her hips and his hot, heavy breaths rushing down her bare neck didn't prove it first. A yip and bark make her spine tingle and her legs spread a bit further in response to his uttered command. Her back arches underneath her furred lover as his pace quickens with her submissive, pleading display of openness and vulnerability.

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"Ahn! Whiskey!"

The bitch's voice echoes out as her mate ruts her hard and fast and, in a blossom of pain and pleasure paired with a feeling of correctness and familiarity, she feels his knot spread her pussy and delve in deep. Her tail wags beneath him, as much as it could while pinned beneath his powerful body, and her weight felt even heavier on her limbs as she presents herself for him. Cries of pleasure ring out as she feels his warmth enter her body and she reaches back to hug his waist into herself and tip over, falling to their sides as his rutting slows down into gentler pumps and twitches while his seed spreads throughout her body.

The young brown and black-haired bitch pants happily as she runs her paws down her breasts, admiring their heft and swell before reaching the bulge on her stomach. A nice, rounded, plump belly that was even warmer with her mate seeding her once again and, as she rubbed on her belly, she felt a soft-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

A disgruntled slap of an alarm clock and a pained groan from the girl responsible indicates Delilah was actually awake and as she rolled over in her covers discovered that every muscle was aching. A low, exhausted sigh escapes her as she stares at the ceiling while she was blinking away sleep. Even though she was awake, the memories of her dream were still carving vivid lines through her mind.

"Fuck."

She squirms and lets her right hand slip beneath her blanket to run over her bare stomach where she let out a soft, relieved sigh. Nothing. You're okay... She feels the reassurance and moves her hand further down to check between her thighs only to find herself wet and a quick swipe of her labia brings back a faintly slick, clear fluid for inspection and her face only reddens. M-maybe... not totally okay. She wipes off her fingers and holds her covers close to her chin as she presses her thighs together and tries to stifle her thoughts but they only grow louder.

Even in my dreams I can't escape anymore... and why... why does a dream about being... being bred make me so... why is my pussy throbbing at the thought? It's not even possible!

Her breath shudders as she hears thumping footsteps outside of her bedroom door and stares it down, expecting a tall, middle-aged man to burst through or a big canine to charge in and lick her in greeting but nobody comes in. She was left alone. She was still at home. There was no Matthew and no Whiskey here. She was safe. Rolling over again, her alarm clock glared with an annoying red "9:07 AM" alert. She sorely dragged herself from bed and stood, wincing as her feet hit the ground. They felt tender and had felt tender since being out of the bitchsuit for a while. She guessed it had something to do with her body re-adjusting to blood flowing regularly again but she wasn't quite sure.

Each step tingled like her feet were asleep as she walks to the bathroom for a quick shower. She didn't think she had any plans for today aside from going back to-

Going back to Matthew's house tonight. I could... still just leave. I could ask mom and dad for help. She shakes her head as she absentmindedly turns on the shower and steps into it before even waiting for it to warm up, issuing a surprised yip as she darts back until the water was splashing on just her feet and warming gradually. She stares at the floor of the shower as she works her jaw slowly. Each time she did, a little ache shoots through her stiff jaw hinge, pained from all the time spent gagged. What would they even say? Matthew would deny it all anyway... I don't have any proof. Far as anyone is concerned, I'm just some stupid woman who's angry about her lover and getting back at him. They just... nobody would believe that it's Whiskey that's fucking me... I'm so screwed.

Her thoughts continued to tumble as she showered. The steamy warmth of the shower was a welcome relief compared to the garden hose baths Matthew subjected her to when she was at his place. Alone, she found her hands frequently drifting down and exploring herself as the events of the week replayed in her mind. Her fingers brushed over faded canine teeth marks on her tit, making her shiver as she recalled the times Whiskey nipped and bit her for "correction" or his own pleasure. She gently spread her labia with a wince and saw how red and puffy she was from all the frequent canine fucking, both forced by Whiskey and ordered by Matthew meaning there was rarely a day where she wasn't getting pinned down and rutted. Matthew had said Whiskey was going through his "frisky" phase and she was definitely feeling it.

Turning around and standing up on her tip-toes, Delilah pulls her ass cheeks open and lets out a groaning sigh as warm water rushes over her aching sphincter. Even though she had slightly begun getting used to being kept plugged nearly-constantly, she had been dealing with a constant ache, regardless of whether she was plugged. It had only gotten worse with the inflatable knot-plug that Matthew liked to inflate as a reward or randomly.

Delilah's feet slide together as she shudders, hands clenching her ass cheeks as her brain assaults her with unwelcome thoughts. His... rewards feel more like punishments... so... why do I still crave the reward? Is it... is it just the sensation of being rewarded? This isn't fair. Why do I feel like this? Why does he get to do this to me?

She had no answers for her questions. Not as she chose to pull her hands away and give her body a rest from sexual contact and orgasm, not as she finished her shower, not as she sat at her bathroom vanity and tidied up some body hair and clipped and cleaned her nails. Her bodily maintenance had slipped since being locked up in a bitchsuit for a week. She'd have to hope Matthew started taking better care of that, or she was going to have all kinds of problems! Satisfied with her body's appearance, she binds a towel around her head to help her shortened hair dry and makes her way to her closet, walking nude through her room as there was nobody here to disturb her. Hopefully her dad learned to knock.

As Delilah began to pick out some lightweight and comfortable clothes for her day at home, she faintly heard the doorbell ring. Thinking little of it, her parents could answer the doorbell to their own home after all, she carried on choosing as loose of clothing as possible. If it were her choice, she was going to wear things as far from the bitchsuit as possible! Deciding to be a little smart, she picked some silky smooth teal cheeky cut panties, stepping into them and sliding them up as they hugged her waist comfortably but not tightly. She grabbed pair of knee-length sweat shorts, nothing too flattering and a dull pink. She usually saved these for a "morning after" situation where everything was sore and tingly and, frankly, that wasn't far off from where she was right now. Lastly she grabbed an oversize T-shirt and slipped it on, one shoulder poking through the oversize neckhole and hanging loosely and comfortably. The black shirt did nothing to pair with her shorts nor make her look presentable but-

"But you're not going anywhere yet. And it's not like Matthew would care if you showed up like this. He'd make you strip nude on the sidewalk like an asshole!" She grunts, staring at herself in her walk-in closet's tall mirror as her mind lingered on her lazy-day outfit. She could not put her finger on it, or perhaps her brain refused to, but there was something off about how she looked right now. She finally pulls the towel wrapped around her head off, letting her shortened, all-brown hair fall free as she chews on her lip and admires her new look. She runs her hand through her hair, her fingers only getting as far as her earlobes before her hair stopped. She'd gone and gotten her hair cut short, all of her lingering black highlights and dye removed. Subconsciously she knew why. The lie she told herself is because it was getting hot and she needed a change of appearance.

Bzz-Bzz-Bzz-Bzz

Delilah peeks her head out of her closet and spots her phone buzzing and lighting up on her nightstand and quickly paces over, heart starting to beat a little faster as there weren't many people who should be calling her at all, and one of them had her life on a leash. She snatches her phone and answers before even checking the ID.

"Hello? D-Delilah speak-"

"Delilah! I've been calling your name for the last while. Come downstairs, we have a guest."

The call hangs up before she can even respond as Delilah's father's voice comes over the line and she lets out a slightly relieved sigh. Putting her phone down with a, "On my way, daddy" which she mutters to nobody as she makes her way downstairs.

Getting to and going down the stairs of her parents' home, she began to hear voices. Particularly, and easy to pick out, was her mother's feminine voice but two male voices were mixed together and it was hard for her to pick them out over the low echoes of the house. And then, the moment she made it down the stairwell and within view of the newcomers-

"RROUF!"

Delilah jolted and felt her knees go immediately weak as Whiskey barked at her, barked loud, and the moment she registered who was in her family home, who was talking to her parents, and who was with him, Delilah saw Matthew Orem release Whiskey's collar and the German Shepherd bounded towards her, all but bowling her over as she stood stock-still from his declarative bark. The same kind of bark he used when he wanted her to stop and stay. She had begun to be able to discern his noises. He was extremely expressive when he wanted to be and to use that bark here and now, Delilah found herself unable to move an inch as the large Shepherd bounded into her, leaping up and pawing at her excitedly and licking her face, neck, and exposed shoulder and arms as Matthew chuckled alongside her parents at the dog's eager display.

"I swear he doesn't get like this with anyone else. Delilah just does something for him." Matthew said as he finally caught up to Whiskey and got the dog under control with a grab. Delilah was shaking like a leaf, her legs shifting together, as she looked up at the man timidly. "Which is part of what I'd like to discuss with you two. Again, thank you for agreeing to meet with me. Delilah's been such a treat."

Delilah's mother, Marissa, comes up beside Matthew and smiles both at him and Delilah. "Well, with all the nice things you've been saying about her, we had to know what kind of man she was helping out. We're especially glad she's been so diligent. We were a bit worried about her productivity this summer, but you've been a real blessing for us, Matthew." Marissa looks at Delilah directly, showing no indication that she knew what was really going on. "Delilah, dear? Would you please do something and keep Whiskey here busy? Your father and I would like to talk to Matthew in private, if that is alright."

Delilah's head jolts to her mother, heart starting to race at the request and the reason why. She looks to Matthew who doesn't say anything immediately but does nod. "S-sure, mom. I could... take him out back, or to my room?"

Matthew speaks up first and releases Whiskey's collar at the same time. "Your bedroom would be best. We won't be... well, shouldn't take too long. Whiskey, follow." He gives the canine a specific order and points to Delilah but it was clear the dog immediately chafed at the command as a low growl escaped his jaw but slowly did begin to follow after Delilah.

As she awkwardly toddles back up the stairs with her hand gripping Whiskey's neck fur, she hears Matthew and Marissa's voices fading behind her.

"I am so sorry about him... he's just like this around her..."

"No no, I know how dogs can be. It's why we never had any around here... I think it's good for her. Great lesson in responsibility-"

The door to her bedroom slams and Delilah releases Whiskey into her room, heart racing as she presses her back to the door and looks down.

Matthew... will keep them busy. Surely.

Even still, she desperately wished her bedroom door had a lock and watches nervously as the canine starts inspecting her room, tracking down her overwhelmingly abundant scent. He goes for her laundry hamper, her closet, her desk, even a quick peek into her bathroom before turning and following his nose to her bed.

"W-Whiskey, no-"

Her voice was too timid and too small, to unfamiliar now to rebuke him as Whiskey invites himself onto her bed and follows his nose all the way to her pillow. Watching him on her bed, she shivered as she was treated to a side-profile of her lover. His powerful limbs, that luxurious coat, his pointed and alert ears, and his tail waving gently behind him. And, as he lingered on her pillow, Delilah found her eyes drawn to a sudden splash of color near the rear of his torso, under his body, and between his hind legs. Having found her scent where it was strongest, Whiskey grew aroused and already his cock was growing out of his sheathe.

And then he turns his head and locks eyes with her. And Delilah knew that was her mistake. To challenge him by staring, even if she hadn't meant to.

"ROUF! RHOUF RHOUF!"

Delilah's legs quiver once and she drops, thumping to the floor as her alpha-mate orders her down, to submit. Her eyes immediately acquire the floor and she hears a low growling as she timidly glances up to see him lording over her on her own bed, his canine lubrication starting to issue from his cock already and stain her covers as he awaited her.

The brunette throws an anxious glance over her shoulder at the closed and unlocked door and tips forward. Already on her knees from the knee-weakening nature of his barked commands, Delilah just has to put her fore paws down and crawl. She makes good time, being out of her bitchsuit, and her hands and knees sink into her cozy carpet until she reaches the edge of the bed where Whiskey paces around in a slow circle to give her room. He was letting her put herself into position but she knew that wouldn't last if she delayed too long. Thoughts escaped her, nothing went through her mind, there was no question that he was demanding her submission. Pulling herself up and onto the bed, Delilah nervously grips the covers as Whiskey finally comes over to her and grabs her by the shirt, tugging her forward with a soft yelp.

"Y-Yahn! Whis-!" She squeaks, unable to resist even if she'd wanted to as his powerful jaws haul her from the side of the bed. Her shirt makes little ripping noises as he tugs her sharply, but he drags her from the edge of the bed until he pushes her face-down onto the middle of the bed. She feels her feet land on her pillows and, as her ass instinctively rises up to present herself for him, she feels his paws hop up and mount her, holding her upper body down and she feels his cock glance off her ass cheek, still partly covered by her sweat shorts.

"Mmmnf- ahn!" Moans escape her, noises familiar to her as her mate demands her. She quickly throws her hands up behind her and finds her shorts and the silky panties beneath then and throws them down her legs, her body desperate for Whiskey as a blatant wet patch is left on the crotch of her teal garment and more of it drools down her thighs as she reaches back and feels him hump forward again, just for his cock to slide right into her grip.

"MMnf!" Surprised more than anything as she grips onto Whiskey's throbbing, warm, smooth and veiny cock, she holds it tight as he tugs back but can't quite escape her grip as she lays on her bed, knees and face pressing into the mattress as her ass raises itself up and feels his furred torso rubbing against it as his claws dig into her thinly-covered shoulder blades. Muffled pants escape Delilah's mouth as she feels him hump forward again and she, almost eagerly, directs his cock right to her dripping pussy and bites her bed sheets to muffle herself as that now-familiar sting of canine penetration shoots electricity up her spine.

"HHHNN!" It seemed to her that Whiskey was eager for her as he stabs deep with his first thrust, spreading her pussy wide as his knot taps against her labia, already clearly aroused and fully erect from being denied her presence for less than a full day and smelling all of her around her bedroom; it must have smelled like he was just buried in her now. And he was enjoying that sensation as his ruts almost immediately got fast.

"I'll get to the point, I don't want to be wasting too much of your weekend time with your daughter." Matthew says as he sits at the Chanson family's dinner table while Delilah's parents sat across from him. "She's been very effective at canine care and, while I know this is unorthodox, I'd like to offer her an internship with me." He raises a hand to stop immediate responses and continues. "I know she is slated to go and attend college this year, and she'd be able to do that for certain, but depending on where she goes, I could go with her and operate out of one of my offices in the area to help her get some real-world experience and develop new skills to improve her abilities."

Marissa and Thomas share a glance and, clearly, are already mulling it over. Marissa speaks first. "She'd have quite the... heavy workload, but practical experience is critical for someone like her. We were... hoping she'd take over the business from Thomas when it came time to retire and we were planning to get her into a role there before too long. Let her understand the workings of our company, you see?"

Matthew lets Marissa speak, maintaining a neutral and calm demeanor before replying. "Of course. And she'd be more than welcome to do so. But, I think you would agree that a couple years of part-time operation, while she attends college, working at a different company would give her some perspective. She-"

The man, and Delilah's parents, pause as they hear a dull thud from the floor above but think nothing of it as Matthew suppresses a thin smirk and continues.

"She's been very eager to learn from what I can tell. She has mentioned some difficulties at home, but hasn't really elaborated."

Thomas is unable to suppress a scowl of his own and speaks up. "We've had some disagreements over her usual summer behavior, and I wanted her to get completely ready for university. She seemed to think this summer is a good time to fuck around and waste her days. Pardon my language-"

Matthew chuckles, waving away the apology with a hand. "No offense taken. She was a bit... lazy at first, but the routines of canine care have really gotten her focused. She starts her day with a short walk with Whiskey, we share breakfast in the kitchen, and then she'll have some time to work on her studies and such before taking Whiskey for his noon run. He's an active boy. The afternoon whiles itself away and I'll often take Whiskey for his third walk in the evening so she has some quiet time. She gets a lot of her preparation work done then. She's a good girl."

All three look up again as the conversation quiets down. Soft, rapid and rhythmic bumps can be heard from the floor above and Marissa lets out a quiet sigh.

"I'll go check on her really quick. That was a pretty big dog... almost as large as her."

Matthew seems unconcerned as Marissa stands and goes for the stairs, instead continuing to discuss with Thomas the details of his suggested internship for Delilah. "One thing I'd like to suggest, however... I'd like more of her time this summer. If, say, she were able to come to the local office some times with me during the week and then had her for more private time over the weekends... well, she could really make some progress. Though it would be a drain on her home time."

It was Thomas' turn to wave away the thought. "She's used to being away from home. Boarding schools and the like. It's been hard on her, sure, but she's not an ordinary girl. We'd like her to visit us now and then, of course, but this is the time in her life where she needs to detach from life here and start finding her own. Regarding her university of choice, though..."

Matthew snickers softly as Thomas begins to ramble about her university options, but nods along convincingly. Mumbling more to himself beneath Thomas's words, he agrees with the girl's father in wording alone. "She definitely is a very special kind of girl..."

Delilah shuddered as her body tightened, her toes curling and fists clenching around sheets as she bit down hard on a blanket and quivered as Whiskey's hot breath rushed over her neck as his rutting grew to those feral levels and even feels his knot slip into her pussy once or twice before being violently yanked out, earning loud yelps into her covers as she gets the full force of his hips. Even though she didn't register it, she can hear her headboard occasionally bump into the wall and his hungry yips and barks fill her ears with canine energy until his paws grip her shirt tightly and pull.

RrrrriiiIIIIPPPPPP!

The shirt tears itself around her neck and long scratches mark her back, making her scream into her covers as the pain only drives the sensations up as his knot pushes into her pussy again and a gush of his warm seed floods into her womb. The spreading sensation of warmth soothes her and her body slinks down beneath Whiskey, legs flattening out on her bed as her feet slip under her pillows, her hands sliding up to brush and stroke Whiskey's head as it rests on hers and her only muscular effort was from her pussy to try and hold onto his knot. That ever-present firmness that made its home in her cunt and was impossible to ignore as it thudded and throbbed in time with his heart and sent gush after gush of spunk into her womb. In her time getting to know Whiskey, she'd found he was far, far more productive than any boy she'd ever been with. Easily three, four, five times as much of his warm, gooey semen and that thin and silky lubricant he provided to ease his passage into her body. She imagined he'd be pretty successful at anal penetrations with all that lube, but with her ass usually plugged and her body starting to crave his penis-

Knock-knock-knock

"Delilah! Are you okay in here, sweetie?"

Delilah's entire body freezes, her blood running cold as she hears her mother's voice through the door and snaps her head around from beneath Whiskey to watch the door handle tip downwards as Marissa let herself in.

FUCK!

She doesn't have time to think of anything more than a mono-syllabic expletive before Delilah hastily rolls herself onto her side and drags Whiskey with her. She winces as his cock jolts inside her but there wasn't much she could do as she hides the canine behind her body as best she could. Owing to the damage Whiskey did to it, the front of her shirt falls free and leaves her torso completely bare. She frantically reaches down and throws some covers over her lower body, having long since kicked off her panties and shorts. The whole scene makes her blush unlike anything else as Marissa enters the bedroom to see her daughter topless on the bed with Whiskey's big, furred body nestled right up behind her.

"Dee? I heard some screams, are you- o-oh!" She stammers, startled by the display as Delilah quickly thinks up a defense.

"M-mom! Sorry! Whiskey was... I mean I, we were just kind of cuddling on the bed? He likes some head scratch-scratches, and got a little antsy! He started kind of wrestling me and caught my shirt! That's why I screamed!" She tried to explain as she pulled some spit and cum-stained blankets up to cover herself, her face bright red as she felt a fresh wave of heat in her womb as Whiskey, completely unaware of the precarious situation, released more seed into her.

Marissa looked unconvinced but clearly didn't want to press the issue too hard. She stares at Delilah, upside-down on her bed, Whiskey suspiciously pinned behind her, and the sweaty condition of the girl's face and body... "O... okay, dear. Just... try to keep it down a little? We're discussing some things with Matthew. He mentioned wanting to give you an internship... some work experience, while at college."

Delilah's stomach twisted into knots as Whiskey bucked, punching her cervix with his cock and making her squeak and shudder, turning it into a quick nod and agreement to hide what was happening. "M-Mhm! That sounds good, mom. I'll- I'll be down soonish, or you could text me when you want us?"

Her mother delays for a moment before humming. "Mmm, alright, dear. We'll text you... just, maybe get a new shirt before coming down, yes? And really, be more careful..."

The door latches behind Marissa and Delilah lets out a breath she'd been holding since her mother had arrived and she rolls back into Whiskey, panting heavily as her heart raced. Still laying on her side with all of the canine's furred body against her back and bottom, she felt Whiskey's muzzle lift and rest on her cheek as she nestled back into him.

"H-hope their talks go on for a while." She winces and lets out a low whine as a fresh load of spunk flows into her. "Because... you're not letting me go... any time soon, are you?"