Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah and Whiskey were still knotted on the small stage, the audience showing a mix of aroused horror and abject pleasure and Matthew merely turned from the now-familiar sight to see Ophelia staring at the knotted pair with adoring eyes. He scoffed as he knew she was likely admiring how well her latex suit held up but he didn't much mind. She could have her fun. He turned to look for the event coordinator, that brown-haired man and his two-girl entourage but they had all mysteriously vanished. Instead, Michael from the front step earlier came up and shook Matthew's hand as Matthew stood, pulling the man in close to share a quieter word.

"Impressive. Finally found one that fits for you, mm?"

Matthew hid a slightly displeased scowl with a forced grin and nodded. "She's been a good bitch. Those two will be there a while. So... you can dismiss the crowd if they want to go. Just... no touching or that dog will bite. I'll get them both out of here so you can get the cleaning crew in and reset for the next group."

Michael scoffed with a humorous tone, and a quick glance at the canine pair, and released Matthew's hand and turned, "I'll let 'em know. Looking forward to next time..."

Matthew sat back down beside Ophelia's as Delilah fought for air through her cock gag and Whiskey suspiciously and protectively looked for anyone who might try and interfere with his mating but seemed pleased enough that everyone knew to stay off of the carpeted dais where he had so proudly and viciously fucked his mate. By now, he'd sunk low on top of Delilah and forced her to support his weight on her knees. Even from here, her lower abdomen was visibly bulged from all of the semen the new suit had locked into her vagina along with the remaining girth of the still-hard cock in her pussy.

"She did well."

Matthew perked up an eyebrow at Ophelia as she mumbled a muted compliment for Delilah. "The suit? You call it a she?"

The blonde scowled at Matthew before realizing he was joking. Her face softened into a small smile but she still bantered back. "The girl, idiot. I thought she might choke or pass out thanks to the gag but no... she held out and is still holding on. You must have really ramped up her training."

"You have no idea."

The two sat in relative silence as the audience, those who wanted to, slowly filed out. Some detoured to Matthew and complimented his work on training a "good doggy slut" but it was Catherine who had his attention the most. The blonde still sat there in her bodysuit, paws on the floor and eyes locked on Delilah as the black-clad pet girl sputtered and moaned quietly each time Whiskey jolted or twitched, sending shock waves through her cum-flooded cunt. She seemed stunned, disbelief written in her eyes as she barely flinched when Darius stood to get some refreshments.

"You really had no way to commit... did you, Cathy. And now your new man will never do that for you... will he?"

"Hmm? What are you muttering to yourself, Orem?" Ophelia nudged the man as he quietly mused at his former submissive and drew his attention over to herself.

Matthew shook his head to dismiss the question as to what he was saying and moved on. "It's nothing. So, what's next? What do you need from her for the-"

"I'll have to go back in there and remove the test samples to see how they performed. All of this was made for a different girl and a different dog... but... circumstances being what they are..."

"Circumstances what they are, you adjusted quickly for us. Thank you, Ophelia."

Matthew's voice sounded genuinely grateful as he thanked his toy-maker, suit-crafter, and co-conspirator in the process of making Delilah into the perfect human pet.

"You'll get some time with her after Whiskey unknots."

Ophelia's voice suffered a slight quiver of mild disgust as she thought about it. "Ugh, and after we get her into a shower somewhere. And after all the cum washes out..."

It's... there's so much...

Delilah weakly sucked in one breath after another as her vision blurred and her entire body tingled. It felt like her entire body were asleep, suffering from that tingly feeling one gets when they sit for too long or their foot falls asleep. Only, it was her whole body save for precisely one spot which was only complaining louder.

My pussy hurts so much. Whiskey... pumped so much cum into me that it hurts! My poor Whiskey was... so completely pent up...

She shuddered weakly as a lewd acceptance washed over her. Some vague sense that Whiskey being pent up was her responsibility to solve. She didn't have the brain power to fully examine the thought and merely stopped at one simple thought.

Where else was he going to cum? I'm his mate now... nobody else...

Delilah wasn't sure why she was fixated on the idea of being Whiskey's sole mate. There was some sort of flag in her brain telling her that being Whiskey's chosen bitch was a mark of pride. That being owned by this dog, or by Matthew, was something she'd competed for. Or had been in competition for. But as she felt his canine cock twitch, throb, and twist inside her any thoughts of a competitor were washed away with more of the dog's burning hot spunk.

Through blurry vision, Delilah saw a couple of shapes move in her vision. One was low, as if it were a human crawling, and the other upright. They left without any words she could hear, but then again all she could hear was her own heart thudding in her ears and the pounding beat slowly starting to synchronize with the deep, rhythmic, gradually-relaxing thumping of a heart against her back; Whiskey's heart. The canine seemed uninterested in going anywhere in a hurry and Delilah's foggy brain knew that he was going to be locked in by that knot for some time anyway. Even if she squeezed and tugged, something told her that this new suit of hers was helping to keep him knotted inside.

A hand brushed across her cheek and started to fiddle with straps for a moment before a sudden rush of air flowed into her mouth as the rubber muzzle and then the cock gag behind it were removed from her face and instinct caused Delilah to draw in heavy, eager breaths just for the acrid scent of cum and sweat to burn her throat and nostrils. She coughed violently as her last vestiges of a gag reflex rebelled at the rubber cock gag being removed but nothing came up and eventually she calmed down and settled in place again; safe and sound underneath her knot-locked lover.

Still deafened by the rubber hood covering her ears Delilah could only watch and pant hungrily for air as Matthew handed the removed cock gag over to Ophelia who tucked it away while he held onto the rubber canine muzzle. He seemed genuinely pleased as he scratched Whiskey's neck and ears as he lay atop Delilah. Weakly, she mumbled a quiet noise but it went unnoticed as she felt the tug of a leash and she forced herself to start to stand up again. Her body was acting without her brain being very involved but she did feel Whiskey awkwardly amble off of her and start to turn just for her to feel a violent tug against her loins as he spun around to face the opposite direction as her with his knot still embedded in her cunt.

Matthew knelt down enough to get close enough for her to hear but he still lightly slapped her cheek a few times to get her attention anyway as he started to fit the muzzle back on. The device once again was restricting but not outright prohibiting her speech as the knotted cock gag had done and with a couple extra soft smacks Delilah's eyes finally focused on Matthew, even if the room behind him was hazy in her vision. "We have to get going, Dee-Dee. This room is getting cleaned and freed up for the next show."

Delilah shivers as she feels Whiskey tug at her again, his knot still stubbornly buried inside her rubber-form cunt. How is he ever going to get out, though? We can't-

"So you're going to have to obey his movements and follow backwards... I know it's a shame, but he's just guiding you. Like any other time. We'll go to the car and bring you two back home. It's closer than Ophelia's place. So... let's go."

Matthew snaps the canine-form muzzle back in place and stands, loosely holding the leash in his hand as Ophelia came up alongside him with her bag slung over her shoulder and scooped Whiskey's leash off the floor and handed it to Matthew who took it firmly, bringing Whiskey to heel with a single pull.

And as Whiskey, albeit somewhat lazily, turned his head and trotted over to attend his master, Delilah was sharply dragged by her swollen, puffy, cum-bloated vagina as his knot showed no evidence of shrinking enough to fit back out of the tighter rubber pussy that had been incorporated into Delilah's suit. She felt the slosh of cum in her gut as she was dragged blindly backwards and her limbs worked overtime to try and keep up with his movements but a single stumble proved to be a painful lesson in her new backwards walking style.

Gah! Whiskey! Please! Go slowly! I'm still... I'm still so sensitive!

"Gwuh! Rrrhhargh!"

Freed of the mouth-filling cock gag, Delilah's voice was finally able to somewhat escape around the sturdy rubber mask Matthew had put back on her face but as she saw the moody black and red room fully enter her view as she was dragged backwards into the hallway, she quickly wished she'd shut up entirely. Because as she slid on her knees and tried to walk her fore paws backwards on the hardwood floor, and mostly failed, she saw one person after another enter her vision as Whiskey dragged her ass-first through the house. And her noises only served to attract their attention. She dripped drool around her muzzle and tiny droplets of cum seeped from her rubber cunt as his knot was shrinking, but only enough for liquid to creep out of her and not enough for her to pop free. Whiskey's own whines were loud and pained but his obedience to his master was greater than his concern for Delilah, or even his, discomfort and as Delilah scrambled backwards to ease her own pain it lessened his.

It's not making it any less humiliating for me! Look at me! Ass-backwards and... fuck! Everyone can see us!

What she wound up being was a spectacle. A girl locked ass-to-ass with a dog as his knot filled her pussy and his cum warmed her depths clear to her cervical wall and her uterus. Dripping and squeaking with each movement, her glossy latex was thoroughly disheveled with scratch marks, stuck furs, and even a couple small rips and tears. Everyone within eyeshot turned to look, stare, and marvel at the sight of Dee-Dee being dragged by her mate, with her owner and outfit designer leading the way out of the fuck house and into the night and all she could do was whimper, blush, and try not to cum again.

It only got worse as Matthew and Ophelia hefted her and Whiskey up to the trunk of the SUV in an awkward bundle, somehow managed to turn her around, and stick her face-first into Whiskey's chest as his knot throbbed and leaked even more inside her as the discomfort of pulling her was replaced by the pleasure of her warmth and grip, even through the rubber sleeve lining the first few inches of her vaginal canal.

The drive home was eventful for Delilah as she was forced to hug Whiskey tightly in their now-shared kennel space, taking up half of the trunk, which was already small and each bump in the road tapped her cervix with his tapered tip that only seemed to get harder the longer he was inside...

A wet thwump echoes in the shower stall as Delilah plops down on tired limbs and glances up to see Ophelia tying her hair back and pulling a borrowed apron around her torso. Whiskey was tiredly panting behind her, having been led through the house and to the guest bathroom before pulled to a halt where Ophelia was now trying to coax him off and out of Delilah with little success.

"It's been almost an hour... do you feed the thing Viagra in his kibble?" Ophelia said with a grunt as she tugged on Delilah's hips to try and yank her off the spry canine's knot. Even exhausted as he was from rampantly fucking her in front of an audience, from pulling her out of the house by their knotted union, and the ride home in the car where he'd leaked yet more lubricant and cum, Whiskey was still standing if tiredly-so. He didn't have much resistance left in him as Ophelia mounted Delilah's back, resting her buttocks on the girl's backside as she put one foot on the tile, gritted her teeth and pulled, pushing the other foot against Whiskey's hind quarters until Delilah suddenly sprung free.

SHHHCHLOP!

The hollow sound of the rubber vulva being un-penetrated echoed off the cold tiles of the bathroom and a pained howl escaped Delilah's canine mask as her pussy was finally freed from Whiskey's knot and a torrent of canine seed spurted out of her. Ophelia's awkward position and Delilah's sudden separation from Whiskey sent her careening backwards, landing heavily on Delilah and squishing the girl flat which only served to speed up the rate at which her cum-inflated gut spewed out its milky white bounty. Whiskey let out a sharp yip as his cock sprung free and he turns briefly to look at his mate to ensure she was okay before Ophelia shooed him away and shut the glass door of the shower behind him, leaving her isolated with Delilah and her waterproof bag of tools that she'd brought along from her apartment.

She slips on a pair of nitrile gloves and rolls Delilah onto her back. She gently runs her hand across Delilah's cheeks as the latex-bound girl's eyes go glassy from the relieving sensation of unknowable amounts of canine spunk pouring out of her left her feeling profoundly empty but soothed.

Thank fuck... I felt so... so fucking full... it... he just didn't stop cumming. There was so much! It... it's so warm... and it smells... mmf...

Delilah's head swam as she lay in the shower, head down towards the drain, and all of Whiskey's milky spunk slowly flowed down around her, staining the sides of her back and head as she lay as flat as she could on the tiled floor. She was trying to ease her sore muscles and let her aching, puffy, gaped pussy recover from the night of fucking and knotting but experiencing very little success.

She was just starting to get comfortable, as much as she could, when Ophelia began to detach the rubber canine vulva insert with a pop and toss it aside and more cum poured out of her pussy as Ophelia pulled the latex sleeve out and let it flop around between Delilah's thighs like a flaccid, cum-covered penis. She wasted no time, and no breath, on directing Delilah and just rolled the exhausted girl onto her stomach again to pull the zipper down and peel the cum-soaked suit open. A wave of salty sweat-stench emanated from within the suit as Delilah winced and whined through her still-worn muzzle as Ophelia stripped her down just to rub her hand across Delilah's spine and roll her over again, leaving her bare-back in a slowly-draining pool of Whiskey's spunk helpfully delivered by Delilah's own vagina.

"Let's make this quick and easy, sweetie. Don't go wiggling on me, got it?" Ophelia said softly as she dug around in her tool bag with one hand and kept Delilah's right leg spread open with the other.

Right... as if I could do anything about it. I'm fucking exhausted.

But even still, a surprised cry escapes her muzzle as Delilah feels something small, thin, and cold brush across her inner labia. "MMnuUH?!"

Ophelia repositioned herself to rest between Delilah's legs and keep them spread with her own knees as she knelt in a residual puddle of cooling dog cum and pet girl juices. But even still, the veterinarian seemed hardly disturbed as she focused on Delilah's vagina. Carefully, she inserted a small endoscope into Delilah's pussy alongside her rubber-tipped tweezers and went deep. Despite moaned protests and weak shivers from the girl, she made no visible effort to stop Ophelia as she fished around inside the girl's cum-stained cunt.

What... what is she doing? Why? Why does she keep putting things that aren't penises into my pussy!?

Delilah's thoughts were, for a lack of a better term, simple. Singularly-focused on what Whiskey had been proving her vagina was for; servicing his dick.

"Hm. Curious... faster than expected. Special girl..."

Delilah's head weakly lifts from her cum puddle as Ophelia mumbles to herself and winces as she feels the rubber tweezers rub against her vaginal walls carefully. What!? What did she find!? What is she doing!?

Her questions were answered shortly as she heard a knock on the glass above her and Ophelia. Matthew stood over them in a much more casual pair of sweats and his white undershirt. He runs his eyes over Delilah's nude body and, for the first time since she got laid out in the shower, Delilah felt the urge to move and cover herself. Somehow, she felt more than naked in front of him without some form of bitchsuit covering her body.

"Well? What'd you find?" Matthew asks, speaking a bit louder than usual so his voice carried over the glass door.

Whiskey was nowhere to be seen, likely resting, but Delilah found herself weirdly wishing he were here to help comfort her and make her not feel so outnumbered by the two adult humans.

Ophelia sat up slightly, leaving her two tools poking out from Delilah's pussy, as she reaches her fingers in and widely spreads Delilah's labia and turns her whole body slightly so Matthew could see inside her labia minora. "I know you won't be able to see the difference from up there, or if you haven't been studying this... but... well, it's hard to explain, and it's pretty slight so far... but she's developing a knot pocket."

Delilah's body ran cold as she listened to Ophelia. Her limbs froze in place and she drew shallow, anxious breaths. Knot... pocket? What... does that even mean? Is... and developing? What...? Ophelia... She was panicking, nervous. But she knew the blonde was about to tell Matthew what it meant. Not her, if for no other reason than she was a pet to these people.

"It's part of canine biology, as I'm sure you're aware. The females have an additional "cavity" of sorts in their vagina which helps lock onto a knot. Usually, if you put a knot in a, say, human vagina, it would slip right out. She's just not built for it." Delilah winces as Ophelia pokes her labia, suggesting the "she" in question was Delilah's pussy and not her. Finally, Ophelia lets her fingers slip free of Delilah's pussy lips and regains control of the two tools lodged inside her but resumes speaking to Matthew. "But, in rare cases, some humans who, after prolonged insertion or dedicated training... can develop something similar. Seems your Dee-Dee is developing one of her own and we're in the early stages."

Delilah turns her head to look at Matthew and sees a pondering and borderline pleased look on his face. "And... I assume this is good news? Is it permanent?"

Ophelia hums as she looks at the small screen on the handle of the endoscope and replies absently. "I mean... there's no evidence it is. But if she, say, kept having her vagina knotted or held knotted toys inside... I don't think it would have time to tighten back up and reform. So..."

"So keep knotting her and she'll be even better for Whiskey. Got it."

The "her" in question squirmed as the two humans spoke so casually about planning to keep consistently knotting her still-throbbing, aching vagina. A twinge deep inside her made her squeak into her muzzle and writhe a bit, only to earn a soft smack on her inner thigh from Ophelia.

"Hush, pup. Keep still or I'm gonna nick something..."

Nick? Like... scratch? What is she doing in there? Is she-?

"Oh! Matthew, you're gonna love this... it's working. Come, look."

Delilah's master opens the shower door and steps in, careful not to slip and splat down in her cum puddle, and peers down at the video feed on Ophelia's endoscope peeking at Delilah's vaginal depths. And what he saw was a strange black blob amid the slick pink and white interior of her vagina, right up against her naturally throbbing, gyrating cervical wall as muscles involuntarily, and sometimes voluntarily, clenched and pulled. Ophelia pokes the odd blob to indicate it and looks up at him with a self-satisfied grin.

"Bigger?" He asks simply.

Ophelia hums as she uses the rubber-tipped tweezers to poke the blob again and starts trying to pinch and pull it with her tool. "Mhm. Much bigger. Sure, this will be a bit... unfair of a benchmark, it was completely bathed for hours... if we actually go for this, it'll take longer... but judging by how much this grew just in one night and one breeding session... I think we'll be right on the money in terms of time frame." Ophelia's tweezers pick and pull at the black blob and finally peel it free of Delilah's cervical wall. She slips it free of the girl's cunt but leaves the endoscope inside to keep her entrance open and also keep an eye on the rest of the little black blobs inside her.

Ophelia holds up the item in the shower light and Delilah, groggily, lifts her head and sees a cherry-sized blob. That... was barely a pearl when she put them in earlier today. Did... what is that thing?

Matthew takes the small blob from Ophelia when she offers it to him and returns the tweezers to Delilah's pussy and reinserts without delay, fishing around for the next inflated blob.

"Do you think it'll work? Is it safe?" Matthew asks quietly as Ophelia catches and removes the second blob.

"Nothing about what you're asking me to do is safe, nobody's ever tried this to my knowledge. That's why I'm not charging an exorbitant fee, Orem." She pulls the third blob out without much issue and glances at Delilah for a moment. "But... do keep checking up on her. Make sure she's safe. What about your end?"

Matthew chuckles as he sets the weird black blob in a small tray next to the other two Ophelia had reclaimed and wipes his hand off on his sweatpants. "It's looking good on options. Narrowed it down to two. I'll keep two and let her owner have the rest."

Ophelia hummed again as she drew out the endoscope and tweezers, the last of the blobs held tight by the pinching tool. "Good deal for them. Alright, that's it for these. I need a minute to check them out... talk to her for a second."

Her legs press together for a moment as a shiver runs up Delilah's spine. The endoscope coming out tickled her in just the right way to trigger some particular sensations but now that it was out she was finally not being penetrated, at least in her pussy, for the first time in hours. No sleeves, no vulva inserts, no cock. She was vaguely aware of Matthew looming over her as Ophelia picked up her tools and went to the bathroom counter where the light was a bit better. She turned her head to look at Matthew, wincing as he pressed his hand over her lower abdomen and tapped his fingers arrhythmically and drummed out a random tune on her bare stomach.

"You... did well tonight, Dee. I've never seen Whiskey put himself to bed so eagerly. We trotted around the backyard once, had a piss, and off he went. You tuckered him out." Matthew starts to rub slowly, circling around Delilah's belly button without ever touching it.

She groaned and whined softly but it did feel rather nice. Especially from him.
Reward. She thought to herself, pushing her abdomen up into his hand a bit more. The thought and oddly submissive gesture sent a tingle through her loins that, at any other time, might have led to some leaked fluids but at this rate it was hard to tell what was her pussy juice and what was residual canine cum or lubricant.

A soft knock on the glass got both of their attention as Ophelia stood at the shower's glass door with a new tray of items in one hand. She looked like she was barely containing a giddiness and trying to remain stoic and professional but a smile tugging at the corners of her lips and a dancing excitement in her eyes gave her away pretty quickly.

Matthew snorts and pats Delilah's abdomen one more time and stands. "Behave for the vet, pet. She's going to... well, we're going to let you commit fully to your new role." He smiles down at her. "I saw your behavior... admit it or not, you love this life, don't you?"

Squirming on the floor of the tiled shower, Delilah could only turn her face away and whine quietly as she wanted to refute him. She wanted so badly for him to be wrong.

But he's not wrong... he's not wrong and I hate it. I hate that he's right. I hate that I let this happen. I hate that I get... that I get wet when I think about how it all makes me feel... that I want more and can't... won't resist whatever they do to me anymore. I'm Whiskey's, and whatever it takes to stay with him... I have to now... don't I?

Delilah watched as Matthew opened the shower door for Ophelia and the two switched places as he went off to go do anything else. Leaving Ophelia to her work, the woman once again knelt between Delilah's legs and she started to slowly rub her gloved hands up and down the prone girl's inner thighs, soothing her muscles and keeping her legs wide open with her athletic flexibility.

"We're going to get one more thing done tonight, Dee-Dee." Ophelia spoke slowly and clearly, as if she were a doctor explaining a procedure to a child. "I am going to insert this," She reached into her tray and held up a long, thin, and curious cylindrical object. It was a small T-shaped object with the two "arms" slightly tapered down and rounded and soft. Along the "stem" of the T were a few familiarly-colored black nodules all around its base. "This is similar to an I-U-D, at least in its insertion. An intrauterine device. Familiar? These kinds of devices are typically used to prevent pregnancies. Some varieties use hormones to trick the body and prevent a pregnancy. Clever stuff. This one is a little bit different." Ophelia spoke calmly as she knelt down low and used her left hand fingers to insert a speculum into Delilah's bare, puffy red cunt and spread it open as she set the T-shaped object into a narrow injector that drew the "arms" of the T flat against itself and the blonde began lubricating the apparatus with a jelly lubricant. She aimed the device at Delilah's vaginal opening and slid it in until she reached the end of the speculum and kept probing a little further as she slowly rubbed her jelly-covered fingers on Delilah's upper groin to soothe her. It didn't help much.

Finally, Delilah felt a poke against her cervix and Ophelia paused, fixing the prone girl with a slightly sympathetic smile that quickly turned eager. "You're going to be the first one of my clients to try this for real; in its full version. It's a little rushed... but I think it will work just fine. I've had it ready to go... I just needed someone to prove the cells would grow when exposed to... well, you know what." Ophelia seemed oddly avoidant as she finally found Delilah's cervical entrance and smiled at the girl. "Deep breath now."

"Mmnf!"

Delilah's muffled yelp signals that Ophelia had finally pushed the IUD into her uterus, past her vaginal canal, past her cervix. The blonde pressed a small switch forward and the device deployed inside Delilah's depths and the T's "arms" spread out, locking it in place inside her. She winced as Ophelia drew the injector out and wiped it off with a paper towel before she gave the brunette one final pat on the abdomen, smiling all the while.

"There we go, Dee-Dee. Now it's just a matter of regular checkups and daily sessions with your mate... life is going to get very interesting for you, I think... especially when we start to see you swell."

Ophelia stood up as Delilah felt a cold hand grip her heart. "Swell"? What's that supposed to... wait... no... that device... it couldn't. There's no way. It'd be impossible... she... they wouldn't, I can't...

Panic began to set in as Ophelia drew Delilah up to her hands and knees. Unlike any other time in Matthew's house in the last weeks she was brought nude, save for the collar by which Ophelia led her and the muzzle on her face, to the dog bed Whiskey had occupied in the living room. The same room under the same watchful eye of the camera that had led Delilah down this cursed life pathway.

And upon seeing her mate laid out on his bed, and him raising his head upon scenting her, Delilah felt a curious wash of comfort. She crawled a little faster and out of Ophelia's guiding grip as Whiskey stood and moved over in his bed.

He's making space for me! He knows it's me... he's... he's trying to take care of me, tired as he is! What a good mate!

Delilah did not need any coaxing from Ophelia and she happily crawled into bed with Whiskey in the living room. She found herself acting on tired, fucked-out and procedure-violated instinct and pressed her artificial muzzle against his in a search for comfort and laid down in front of him. She felt warm and safe as the canine settled down behind her, his snout resting on her neck as he spooned around her. And as she heard his tail slowly thump against the bed with satisfied canine contentment, she drifted to sleep with her worries calmed by his mere presence both here in bed and off in her dreams.