Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah rolled over as she felt a cold and wet nose prodding against her bare neck. She giggled as warm breath washed over her ear and moaned quietly as a clawed paw dragged down her side, stopping at her hip. The dog's claws scraped across her bare skin as she lay nearly naked in bed with him; an oddity for her life lately, especially after the tight latex of the night before. The brunette reached behind her to find the culprit of these sensations and sighed comfortably as she felt fur and taut muscle beneath her fingertips.

Fingertips... gosh, I haven't had the ability to touch things with my hands in... it feels like ages but it's only been days, hasn't it? Or weeks? ...is it months now? Years?

She reaches down her body with her left hand, her right still brushing behind her and across Whiskey, and lets her mind wander. Her hand paused at her bare tit and squeezed gently.

Whiskey usually likes to nip at these... I kinda get it.

Amused with herself, she keeps exploring her own body until her hand brushes over her lower abdomen, right beneath her belly button, and she jerks forward with a gagged cry. She was sensitive down there.

Guh... must be... all the sex from last night! Eager fucker... making me ache all over!

Feeling a wet tongue across her ear, Delilah shuddered at the somewhat unpleasant, but not unfamiliar, sensation and finally rolled herself over in Whiskey's grasp and pressed her face underneath his neck and to his chest, between his fore paws and submissively greeting him for the morning as her hands rubbed up and down his sides and his tail happily thumped against the shared dog bed in response to her affection.

Good morning, my eager fucker...

"Rr-rouf, rhuff... whuff!"

Delilah's noises were only slightly altered by the canine mask she wore. It was the only thing Ophelia left on her after the insertion last night and despite its stark black color and the blind spot it created in her vision, Delilah didn't mind it too much. She rubbed her face against Whiskey and hummed happily as she traced her fingers lower on his body and brought her legs up to give his something to kick off of if he wanted to move. If she couldn't fully see him, she could fully feel him, and she was growing more and more comfortable with that fact.

The near-nude bitch winced as she felt a kiss of wetness against her thigh and pulled her head back just enough to see Whiskey's cock already up at half-mast. She let out a soft giggle. He's so eager with his mate right here with him. Delilah's mind tingled as she slid her right hand over his body and found Whiskey's cock and began to stroke slowly, coaxing it out of its sheath entirely. She moved her hips just enough and guided his cock between them to teasingly tap and rub it over her labia. Her puffy red lips had known barely a handful of hours of rest and yet she could not resist the urge to feel him again, to savor his sensations, to worship him with her body, pain or not. Ophelia put that thing in my doggy-pussy last night, after everything... uhmf, and she's said I had a knot pocket too!? I didn't even know that was possible... is that why Whiskey stays locked in so much better now? I can't believe what's happening to me... me! A dog's bitch!

Her mental complaining was rapidly silenced as she turned her head and felt his soft chest fur against her cheek and forehead. She pressed the side of her head and felt his heartbeat against her temple. Her heart sped up and the beat got out of sync just for his to quicken too. She felt his first offering of lubricant smear out across her pussy, indicating that he was already prepared for another round of sex.

Maybe... maybe being his bitch isn't so bad.

Deep inhales from the dog coating her pussy in lubrication made her skin tingle. She smiled underneath her muzzle as her right hand cautiously wrapped around his cock and stroke slowly, buying her a moment before what she knew was coming. Just touching Whiskey's cock against her pussy was enough to make it ache after the latex sleeve, rubber vulva, and lengthy knotting last night.

It still makes me sopping wet when he takes me though.

Delilah bit down on her lip, something unfamiliar to her when she was wearing a muzzle, and winced as she felt an all-too-familiar pinch between her thighs as Whiskey's tapered cock slid between her abused lips. She moaned as he gently humped forward and glided his smooth cock deep inside her. She had grown so accustomed, so familiar with his shape that there was almost no resistance despite her clenching in pain until his knot throbbed to life and pressed against her pussy lips, earning a fresh hiss and toe-curling shiver from the nearly-nude girl.

That's it, boy... come fuck your mate... make me a momma!

A hollow giggle escaped Delilah's mouth as she knew that would never come to pass, her being a mother, not with him, not with anyone.

After this, after Whiskey... how can I ever go back to human dick? No... no I think I'm doomed to just be a bitch forever now... gosh... what a life. What will dad say? Will mom even look me in the eyes?

A rumbling growl caused her head to snap up and look at the underside of Whiskey's chin. She hugged him a little tighter and ground herself on his knot more forcefully, feeling it start to part her lips as she mewled for him.

You're right, lover... I need to focus on what's important right now... sorry, Whis.

"Ruh... rhuff... raohh..." Delilah added to her more servile, self-penetrative movements with some submissive utterances and Whiskey seemed happily placated as a sudden jolt from his hips slipped his knot up and inside her, making Delilah moan all over again as her gradually-forming knot-pocket accepted his shape. While not a true pocket, her flesh's routine deformation around his cock had left a semi-permanent change to her insides. She was being molded to be his ideal breeding mate just a little more perfectly with every time he slipped inside her and stayed there.

A soft cry of her pleasure was interrupted by the padding of footsteps across carpet. Delilah regretfully pulled her face away just enough to see Matthew looming over her and Whiskey in his house's living room. There was a playful, almost mocking smile on his face as he caught her gaze.

"I guess I'll leave you two to wrap up here... but Ophelia is getting set up in the back yard. Meet us out there when you're all done being seeded again, pup."

Shivers ran down Delilah's spine as she felt escalating throbs between her labia and hugged Whiskey a bit tighter. Master wants us outside, Whis... hurry, hurry hurry... but... don't hurry too much... let me savor it once again... my big mate...

Semen drooled from Delilah's puffy cunt and her bare ass swayed side to side as she slowly crawled off the living room carpet and to the back pet door. Whiskey was still basking in his last moments of afterglow and she had decided to see what Ophelia had for her. Whiskey could rejoin them when he wanted.

That's his right... as my mate.

She pushes through the door with her muzzled face and takes slow, deliberate steps with her hands. Fingers splayed out with each step and she was enjoying the freedom of being completely naked, aching all over, and drooling with cum from her puppy-pussy. Her knees felt harsh on the concrete as Ophelia waited for her on the grass with Matthew in hushed discussion. She caught the last few sentences from the pair.

"...doesn't give me a lot of time, Matthew." Ophelia didn't sound pleased but she wasn't angry. Maybe something closer to mild irritation.

"She's used to it, so it'll be easier to get her inside it. And besides, she's really just there as decoration. Whiskey will be doing all of the work."

"And your contact is satisfied with him?"

Matthew paused for a moment but nodded, just as Delilah was crawling up beside them. "He's a pure-blooded Shepherd. He'll- Dee-Dee. Good morning, pet."

Delilah felt a quiver in her gut as he called her a pet so naturally. Like there was nothing else she could be. She looks up and offers a quiet bark in greeting, acutely aware they were outside and she needed to beware her noise levels.

Ophelia comes over and kneels down in the grass, dressed way more casually than Delilah had ever seen her with some short dolphin shorts and a light tank-top. She looked like a summer lake-goer and not a skilled woman who fabricated bitchsuits and BDSM toys. She coaxes Delilah into turning around brushes her hand downwards across the petgirl's cunt, making her wince from how sore she was. Ophelia seemed pleased. "Yes, good morning, Dee-Dee. Got your morning breeding in already, I see. Good girl."

The crawling girl shivered at the praise. Nobody ever called me good for fucking someone...

Ophelia let her hand slide up Delilah's back, trailing the collected semen and pussy juice up her spine as she looked up at Matthew. "Let's get her washed up and then we can get her suit on. She reeks of sex."

The man snorted as he turned to go get the garden hose and washing supplies he used for Delilah. "Somehow that doesn't surprise me. Come on, Dee-Dee. Filthy little..."

Shyly, Delilah crawls over to him but still yelps in surprise as cold water sprays over her, making her shake and jolt back a bit and right into Ophelia's waiting arms as she stops Delilah's retreat and pushes her forward to make her hold still for Matthew. "Don't want to get us both wet, little pet. Come on, it's just a bath!"

Just a bath with cold water and a hose and two people fawning over me!

Letting out somewhat pathetic whines and complaining groans, Delilah tries to hold as still as she can as Matthew and Ophelia wash her down with the cold water hose and a soapy bath sponge. She was fairly unused to it now after spending so much time in her breathable bitchsuit that having a bath completely naked like this was highly stimulating, for better or worse! Matthew turns off the hose and comes in close with the soapy sponge and starts running it across Delilah's body as Ophelia moves over to start lubricating and straightening out that all-too-familiar bitchsuit. Matthew seemed more interested in just getting the bath over with today and was moving with swift, forceful swipes of the sponge over her back, arms, and legs and only softened slightly across her ass, pussy, and breasts before finally reaching her face where he unclips her muzzle and starts washing her face down.

Mff... he could have at least rinsed it after scrubbing my pussy!

Delilah weakly sputters and spits soapy water out of her mouth a few times until Matthew glances up and sees Ophelia was ready for them.

"Good girl. Hold still..."

Delilah knew what that meant. She braced herself and flinched as she was blasted with cold water again, rinsing off all the suds Matthew scrubbed over her body. He walks around her slowly, pointing the hose where it needed to be and then lingering where it really didn't for a little bit longer. But, curiously, he didn't seem interested in putting too much water on her pussy, like he used to do during bath times, and instead just rinses her groin off and proceeds to the next spot. She shudders and resists giggling as the water sprays against the side of her chest and glances off her downward-pointing nipples, stiffened by the cold of the water, but before she knew it he turns off the water flow and starts putting away the bath supplies.

The brunette watches after Matthew for a moment but in her distraction does not notice Ophelia approaching from behind with a towel.

"Yip!"

A surprise rub of a plush towel across her groin does get her attention and Delilah, still un-muzzled from the bath process, looks over her head as the blonde starts to quickly dry her off. She wasn't being too thorough, the bitchsuit could handle the water, but Delilah appreciated it all the same.

Matthew returned from putting away the bucket and soap and stands a few paces away just watching Delilah flinch and squirm as she resisted speaking; she was in pet mode after all, regardless of being as nude as the day she first let Whiskey have a chance at her pussy. She looked up at him with searching eyes, thinking about how far she had come with him in only the span of a month.

I... still can't believe all of this... and the way he looks at me... and he is looking... he doesn't even get... he's not even hard, I don't think... Whiskey gets harder than him and I'm not even the same species... to Matthew... I... I think I really am-

"What do you think the pet's odds, Ophelia? Think your experiment will work?"

Delilah felt a spike of confusion and concern run through her. What does that mean? They've been all secretive... am I in danger?

Ophelia hummed as she ran the towel back down the underside of Delilah's torso, drying her breasts and stomach before reaching her hands around the girl's thigh, meeting just underneath her uterus and rubbing the external skin slowly. "I think she'll be a great fit, Matthew. And at the rate she's going, might just stay on pace with what I was hoping. Two times a day, for two months. Sixty days or so. Think you can wait that long?"

Matthew hummed quietly. "And any rest days will push that timeline back, yes? We might need to... we're going to meet her today." Matthew raises an arm and checks his watch, his face briefly flashing with alarm. "Ah, we're meeting in three hours. No more time for waiting around-"

Ophelia chuckles as she pulls the towel away and stands, leaving the completely nude, save her collar, Delilah on the grass between them. "You don't need to tell me twice. You know I love seeing her as she was meant to be..."

Delilah looks up at Ophelia, seeing that star-struck, romantic, adoring look in her eyes again.

"Perfect little bitchpet..."

Matthew gets into motion first, grabbing Delilah's collar and dragging her with relative ease out of the wet patch of grass where she'd had her bath and to the waiting bitchsuit a few feet away. Ophelia had already washed, polished, and straightened the thing out and all that was left was putting it on.

The process began with familiarity. Delilah rocked herself forward to help Matthew and Ophelia along and, to hurry this up, they each too one side of her. Ophelia was on her left and Matthew on her right. She tipped forward and put her face to the grass as she let her legs get lifted, bent at the knee, and fitted into the tight confines of the black and brown German Shepherd-esque bitchsuit. Mmf... there's that familiar... ugh, that lovely... no... my suit... my comfort. The two humans make short work of stretching the hind legs over her skin. The two bands of reinforcing elasticity at her shin and thigh felt tight, a bit more than usual, and Delilah wondered if it was just a consequence of sleeping out of the suit last night.

She feels Matthew's hand slide across the side of her breast and cup under her neck, feeling a shiver down her spine from his warm grip. His other hand, and she could tell it was his from the size and roughness, slid up from her restrained foot pressing against her ass and to her still-exposed ass cheeks. "Good girl. That was easy, wasn't it? Reward." The man raised his hand and clapped it down, spanking Delilah once, twice, and a third time in rapid succession as she winced and whined into the grass and moaned.

Mff... r-reward...

Her brain turned the word over several times as the sting from his brief, almost playful, spanking tingled up her spine and felt his hand on her neck lift, pulling her up into an upright sitting position as Ophelia giggled at Delilah's dazed expression.

"You're going to fry the poor thing's brain with cheap rewards like that, Orem. No more firm hand from the iron man?"

Ophelia teased Delilah's master as the two humans pulled her bitchsuit up her torso, each one taking an arm and fitting it into the fuzzy leather bitchsuit. Matthew scoffed. "She knows what it means to behave, and why wouldn't I treat her to a reward now and then... especially after last night...? Besides, reach your hand down there and tell me it's not the cutest thing that she gets so excited just from being rewarded."

Delilah flinches as Ophelia cinches up her arm binder and dives her hand down, smoothing the suit out along her belly sure but more importantly goes for the open gap in the suit over her groin and scrubs her fingers and palm across Delilah's labia. Matthew pulls the hood up and over her shorter hair without much difficulty but it does distract her from seeing Ophelia's expression as the woman admires the coating of pussy juice she had collected from one pass across Delilah's puppy cunt.

"Okay, she gets sopping wet from being rewarded, I take your meaning." The hood getting pulled into place restores Delilah's vision as just her face was exposed from the peach-fuzz skullcap and she looks at Ophelia as the woman looks the bitchpet in the eye and takes a long, slow, deliberate lick of her juice-covered palm. "Still tastes of canine. Maybe that's appropriate."

Humiliation swirls in Delilah's gut as Matthew chuckles at Ophelia's comment and, finally, reveals her German Shepherd hood and the incorporated mask. She flushes red, her cheeks and nose actually visible as the man pulls the straps of the hood over her skullcap and fits it onto her face. Ophelia helps by slipping two fingers into Delilah's panting mouth and tugging her jaw down to help fit the rubber gag ring back into her lips. She gives it a comforting nibble as the straps tighten around her head and the molded rubber muzzle fills her vision.

Why... does this... why do I feel so... natural like this now... it's not natural is the point.

"RHHouf!"

Delilah startles and turns her body quick enough to topple Ophelia back, sending the woman to the grass as the petgirl whirls to find the source of the commanding bark she heard. Matthew seemed to have been anticipating her reaction and had stepped back enough that he avoided her movements but she froze in place as Whiskey stood watching her from the patio. Knots formed in Delilah's stomach and she felt her exposed pussy drool down her thigh joint and build up against the seam of her human skin and her fuzzy fur.

He's up... he's up and I'm here... and he sees me and I-

"AWWRRHHH!"

A surprised whine is forced out of her through her hollow mouth as Matthew had lubricated and stabbed in her tail, that fuzzy black and brown tail with the stiff core and knotted butt plug to embed it into her body, completing that canine look for her as Whiskey starts to move towards her, his nose low and seeking as she feels her body tingle in anticipation, electricity running through her fast enough to forget the unexpected pain of the plug. Her breathing got rapid and shallow as he came up to her, sniffing and inspecting her for only a moment before he raised his head, those ears pointed up and alert and Delilah lowered her head in a submissive gesture she had learned to use when he stood off against her like this. And as she got low, she saw he was already starting to peek out of his sheath again.

Not a single thought crossed her mind as Delilah immediately turned around, slid her elbows forward in the grass, and raised her ass as high as she could. She spread her hind paws wide to expose her pussy and turned her head, cheek in the grass, to look over her shoulder as Whiskey's pointed muzzle crested over her body and stared right back at her.

Ophelia gathered herself up and got off the lawn by the time Whiskey had hopped up and mounted his bitch and began searching for her entrance. The blonde let out a quiet giggle as she moved beside Matthew who seemed to be in no hurry to leave. "Eager things, aren't they? She really is made for him..."

Matthew grunted and nodded. "I guess it's good we got her suited up fast... still have some time before we need to leave." He felt a smile cross his lips as Delilah howled through her gag, indicating Whiskey had found her snatch and was beginning to thrust quickly. "I guess we can leave her to it. You said two a day?"

Ophelia giggled again as she took Matthew's arm and followed him back to the house and left the pets to their reckless fuck. "If you want her fully grown in the approximate term length, yes."

Matthew snorted as he let Ophelia into the house first, stealing one last look at the rutting canines in his yard and smiled. "I think we can arrange that."