Delilah's Dog Days

"Big day today... you think he's ready?"

Delilah shivered as Ophelia's hand caressed down her neck. She could feel the pressure of the woman's fingers through her suit's neck covering and the other hand rubbing lazily over her labia was not helping her focus on keeping her posture. Even though the woman was talking about Whiskey, she was touching Delilah.

Hnn... she can't... even let me... sit in peace! Not for a moment! She's so obsessed with my pussy! Whiskey's gonna get angry if your scent is there, Ophelia!

Delilah was sat back on her shins and rested her head on her covered hands as Ophelia crouched beside her, one hand reaching down behind Delilah and going around her tail to fish around and rub her pussy while her other hand stroked away at her neck. She and Ophelia, alongside Whiskey and Matthew, were in a small fenced-in and grassy yard in the back of a local dog daycare. The building already had a few noisy canines keeping some staff occupied inside but she and Whiskey were, at the moment, outside and alone in terms of canines. Matthew stood by and held Whiskey's collar and double-checked his watch as Delilah raises her muzzled and masked head slightly and looks over to see Whiskey was, indeed, glaring at Ophelia but wasn't moving just yet. He seemed to be watching if Ophelia would overstay her welcome and, as the blonde finally stood and wiped Delilah's drooling pussy juices off on her charcoal black skirt, the German Shepherd tugs on his collar which Matthew lets slip from his fingers. The canine trotted over to sniff and check on Delilah. She helpfully raises her backside and offers her snatch for him to inspect after Ophelia's lazy invasion of it and his hot breath made her skin ripple with goosebumps. She had to stuff her face back into her sleeve-covered hands and bow her head to keep herself from audibly moaning or squeaking as his wet nose nuzzles into her cunt.

Horny... dog! Mnnf...

Her complaints aside, Delilah's stomach still flutters with the thrill and excitement of Whiskey's obvious interest in her and her pussy showed it. When Whiskey finally pulled back his nose was soaked with her cunt juices and he sat right beside her with his tail wagging and beating against her leg. To match him, she slowly started wiggling her buttocks and clenching muscles in just the right way to awkwardly wag her plug tail back at him as she held her ass just off the grass to let herself wag, even though she got back into an almost proper sitting position.

"She should be here any minute. And I've worked with the breeder before. She's where I got Whiskey's mother pregnant. Sired him with a big strong Shep... I think she's kind of excited to 'keep it in the family' as it were." Matthew says to continue the conversation as the small group waited. "You really didn't need to be here though."

Ophelia scoffs as she teasingly presses her fingertips into her sternum, giving Matthew a theatrically offended look. "But Orem, you're my ride home! Where else would I be but in your company until you decide to drop me off."

Matthew gives her an unimpressed look. "I can call you a cab."

A silent, teasing moment passes before both snicker. Ophelia pipes up, "Oh, fine, you're right. I wanted to see who you'd be setting Whiskey up with-" Delilah's ears perk up at that. She glances at Ophelia but says nothing, keeping her whines and yips to herself. "And I figured you might appreciate an extra hand to hold Dee-Dee here. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I would have handled-"

Knock-knock!

The man stops mid-sentence as the glass door to the daycare behind them rattles out a knock and slides open. A cheerful woman with springy auburn hair walks out with a luxuriously-shiny German Shepherd and slides the door closed behind her. Delilah takes one look at the dog and feels a gut-wrenching twist deep inside herself.

Who is that? Why... is... is that a female Shepherd? Wait... Whiskey... set up...

Delilah quickly looks at Whiskey as the dog turns around to inspect the new canine scent when the newcomer woman and her hound stop a good dozen feet away from Matthew's group. The man breaks off to go shake the woman's hand and greets her warmly.

"Helen, it's good to see you again."

She takes his hand and smiles. She spoke with a faint German lilt, but not too deep of an accent. More like someone who was born and raised but has since adopted a more local accent. "Matthew. Good to see you, of course. And wonderful to see, what did you call him, Whiskey, is doing well? I was a little surprised that you got in touch again so soon, I thought you weren't going to let him be a sire. Any reason for the change of heart?"

Matthew steps aside and gestures to Delilah, letting this "Helen" see the crouching, bitchsuited girl in all her depravity and replied smoothly. "Initially, the plan was to wait and see if he found someone naturally, but he's been having a busy rut already. He's quite eager to breed and I figured I owed it to him to actually let him sire some pups."

Helen raises an eyebrow as she leans over slightly and looks past Matthew to size Delilah up and down in her black and brown German Shepherd bitchsuit. Her mask drools a bit as she bows her head in shame and her gag ring prevents her from stopping the spit from drooping to the grass. Helen smirks at Matthew and hits him with a playful slap on the shoulder and a teasing tone. "Oh Orem, you are incorrigible. Just the worst. What, you couldn't stand the thought of just getting a spayed girl and letting your boy have a proper mate? You had to let him have this delicious thing instead?"

Proper... what's that supposed to mean? I'm as proper as... wait... no... ohh no-no... she's in on it too. She's one of them. She's teasing me. Does Master have any friends who don't want to see me be a pet for him? Or get fucked by a dog!?

Delilah looks up at Helen, fairly offended at being disparaged as Whiskey's mate, even as a perceived joke, and then lowers her masked face to glare at the new German Shepherd Helen had brought along. She was a very pretty dog, with a shiny coat and bright, excited eyes and a wagging tail that Delilah found herself somewhat envious of. But Dee-Dee herself wasn't looking too bad. After her bath and suiting-up this morning, and subsequent fuck by Whiskey, Ophelia had taken some time to coat her bitchsuit's fur with a glossy slicker, giving Dee-Dee a nice sheen of her own. Her exposed bits; her tits, her ass cheeks, and her genitals between, had all gotten a coating of skin oils to make them shiny and glossy too and being freshly shaven for the party last night left her smooth to the touch.

I look just as good as her... but... Delilah's eyes cast over to Whiskey again who was still dutifully sitting close to her but his tail had stopped wagging and he was staring at this female canine intensely. Not quite standoffish but certainly with interest. Does... Whiskey not deserve the chance to... breed with a real dog? I can't... I wouldn't ever give him offspring... right? That's... that's only fair. She feels a pang in her chest as she sinks back, sitting her ass on the grass and stopping her wagging. So why does that hurt so much to admit?

"So! Why don't we let the two of them bounce around for a bit, get a good sniff and smell... Laurie here has been struggling with her heat this season too... they should be perfect for each other." Helen turns and starts to fuss over "Laurie's" leash as Matthew turns to release Whiskey. Once loose, he grabs Delilah's collar and starts to pull her away from Whiskey to let him "play" but the canine doesn't set off yet, still observing the new female and seemingly measuring her with his eyes.

"Go on, boy. Just say hi." Matthew urges with a dismissing gesture as he takes Delilah and pulls her away from Whiskey with a faint whine from her. He, Ophelia, Helen, and Dee-Dee all make for a fenced-off sitting area with a clear view of the entire play area of the dog daycare. Delilah notes that Helen makes a point of walking behind her the entire time, as if to watch her glistening, soaked pussy. The shame and arousal of being seen in public like this was only growing stronger the more Delilah was shown to others.

Matthew and Ophelia sit beside each other at the circular table at the sitting area and Helen sits across from them. Delilah tries to sit on the edge of the table for the best view of Whiskey and the new canine but Matthew places her between himself and Ophelia but at least turns her around so her backside faced Matthew and she could watch Whiskey as Laurie trotted over and started to introduce herself.

Delilah pined quietly as she watched her mate get greeted by this newcomer. He seemed far more stoic and wary than he usually was, especially around her, and only after some obvious investigatory sniffs from Laurie did he finally stand and start returning the favor. She tugs forward absently, trying to crawl over to the fence when Matthew's grip on her collar reminds her she was still here at his pleasure, and forced to stay at his side.

Helen sits with her elbows on the mesh-top table and looks at the two canines with an adoring smile. "There they go... Laurie's a natural mother and had her first litter last year. I think that set something off in her because she's been pining over just about any male canine she finds at parks and on walks but... well, she has to take it easy. I wasn't even going to let her get bred this year unless the right circumstance arose and here you are with your messages. How is Whiskey doing, by the way?"

Matthew holds Dee-Dee's collar firmly as she tugs again. He glances down at her and sees her masked face locked on the view of Whiskey starting to pace around Laurie who just kept excitedly pacing around him, causing them to go in a slow spiral of greeting gestures. "He's been doing very well." Matthew says, pulling his gaze back to Helen and letting a smile sit on his lips. "He learned his commands very quickly, is disciplined and reliable when he needs to be and cuts loose when appropriate. Honestly, there's very few times I can't get him to obey, and it usually has to do with this one here." He gives Delilah's collar a few short tugs and draws her head up, making her look up at Helen through the see-through lattice of the table.

I hate how much I love it when they look at me.

Delilah's thoughts hum in her mind as Helen smiles down at her, admiring her bitchsuit, her pleading eyes, her spit-stained muzzle as her gag ring forces her to pant, huff, and drool like a bitch. Helen's voice is sweet as honey as she keeps looking at Delilah but speaks to Matthew. "She is a lovely girl. But you're going to have to tell me the story of how you got a... let's guess, eighteen-year-old girl to..." she gestures to Ophelia and flashes a smile at the blonde, "wear one of Ophelia's pieces and crawl around without much complaint. And her pussy... absolutely dripping. You could smell it a mile away if you had the nose for it. Quite a special girl, aren't you?"

Delilah shrinks into her suit, her fore paws pulling in and her hind legs scooting closer to Matthew as this dog breeder has her pegged. How does she know... fuck, why does it feel so good for her to know?

Matthew chuckles but it's Ophelia who speaks up. "Oh, I'm sure you'll love to hear about it. Poor thing let Whiskey mount her, and it's been up from there."

I wouldn't say "up" but...

"YIP!"

All three humans and the human pet snap over to see Whiskey and Laurie getting more excited with one another, clearly enthused to be together, but before Delilah can do much in the way of protesting or thinking, Helen speaks up.

"Oh, seems they're getting along nicely. This was supposed to just be a meeting, but..."

Delilah stares at her canine and spots a very familiar sight as Whiskey's stance was starting to show his dominance. The posture in his shoulders and the way his hind paws spread slightly, exposing his sizable ball sack and the hefty sheath... she knew what he wanted. What he was thinking about. The in-heat canine opposite him seemed to know too, as she was already starting to present, but not quite openly. Just turning slightly, bowing over a little bit, wagging her tail and excitedly panting.

Not far off from... what he's made me do some times...

Dee-Dee takes one last look up at Matthew and sees his hand had moved from her collar to the table.

Now or never... that's...

Without thinking, Delilah puts both fore paws down to her left and pushes, sending herself over suddenly and with surprising force before she kicks with her hind legs and scurries forward. She'd gotten lots of practice walking in this bitchsuit and limited as it was, she'd found ways to move faster than just awkwardly swinging one limb at a time. And little hops got her out of reach of Matthew in his chair faster than he could react and she started quickly crawling to the open gate leading to the playpen. She hadn't thought about it and didn't really notice before, but Ophelia had been the last one through the gate and, perhaps improperly, had left it wide open...

Hurrying onto the grass as Matthew shouts a few quick orders for her to stop and return, Delilah doesn't even turn around as she ambles across the grass and straight to Whiskey. All her little grunts and pants from exertion get his attention and Whiskey turns just in time to see her bow her head down and slide underneath him, rubbing the top and back of her head underneath his chest as she intentionally grazes her muzzle across his sheath in a deeply desiring, submissive gesture. As she presses underneath him, he seems almost startled and hops up and over her. She turns to chase, pausing only briefly to see Matthew glaring at her from the sitting area and leaning on the fence but not chasing her. Ophelia was sitting at the table with a muted smile on her face and Helen seemed to be laughing, covering her mouth and giggling with amusement.

She wasn't thinking, Delilah was acting on instinct and need. She whirls around to see Laurie, the female German Shepherd, had backed off a bit at her intrusion and was curious about this strange crawling beast with a stiff, waving tail that had interfered with her meeting with the big strong male canine. Delilah pauses only briefly to cast a look at the canine and has a solitary thought before she turns to present herself to Whiskey.

He's mine. I'm his.

Her position shifted as she dove her face down, chin in the grass and thighs taut and raising her hind quarters for her mate. Her tail was still bobbing around as the stiff tail waved, stirring up her rectum and arousing her further as her pussy, aching with jealous need, drooled down and around her clitoral hood and in long, slick strands to the grass between her knees. Her eyes opened briefly, her position had put her facing the sitting area again and she saw her owner staring right back at her but he moved to sit down again as Delilah squeaked when she felt a wet nose brush across her labia.

Please, pleasepleaseplease-

"Haawh!" A hollow gasp escapes her throat as she feels paws press on her ass cheeks and slide up her back, resting on her shoulder blades before she hears a familiar panting cadence by her ear. She turns her head slightly and sees that familiar nose, those powerful teeth, that intense and somehow knowing stare...

Whiskey...

Delilah's heart was racing as she felt his tapered tip glance off her cunt once, deflecting as he misses the angle. She spreads her knees just a bit more and feels her labia part from the motion, giving him better access and his second thrust gives her that familiar pinch as his tip spreads her open and his bestial energy dives inside her.

"AAAHHhhnnnn!"

A howl of pleasure gets bitten off as Delilah shuts her mouth around the gag ring, biting the rubber ring closed as she feels Whiskey's tip exploring her depths once again and she feels a warmth all through her body, and not just from his member. The shame, the pleasure, the need, the disgust, the loathsome pleasure, every emotion she felt when he entered her only amplified by the unusual intimacy of the setting. Here, in a semi-private place in front of a relative stranger and at risk of being discovered by more people should she make too much noise. The rapidly-hastening thumping of Whiskey's furred thighs against her hips and buttocks was already raising the risk of discovery but the mind-numbing pleasure of a well-loved canine starting to remind her why she was addicted to this made her start to discard the concern of being seen.

It'll just prove who I belong to...

Already Delilah was feeling the slickness of Whiskey's canine lubrication start to spread around her insides. More and more of it spilled out as her own pussy flooded with desire. The perverse thoughts of what Ophelia had mentioned before of finding evidence of a knot pocket. That her very body was betraying her conscious mind and forming to meet Whiskey's needs, developing the flex and space to grip onto his cock when he sank in dee-

"GHHHAAHhhnn!!"

Another scream breaks her line of thought as Whiskey's knot pops inside her folds without warning, without her even noticing he had been spanking her cunt with his knot with each thrust. She was too lost in the abject pleasure of her submission to her mate, her alpha, her lover. Her thighs quiver as orgasmic bliss starts to bubble up in her mind just to feel him not break his pace at all. The recognition of his knot entering her lasted only a fraction of a second, a moment frozen in time, before he tears it out of her gripping pussy.

"HYEEEEEE!"

Pain floods through her as her pussy spasms and then she cums. Delilah quivers and shakes on the lawn as her legs fail her and her knees kick out from beneath her, dropping her hips a few more inches as she goes flat in the grass and drags Whiskey with her. Her lover's cock was still slamming into her with each heartbeat but that did nothing to stop her from squirting and spraying her orgasm all over the grass, paired with the long and drawn out shrieks of delight from her gagged-open mouth. She sounded like a bitch howling in heat and it showed. Her silky spray mixed with Whiskey's lubricant and squirted out behind her as she covered Whiskey's shaft and balls with her orgasm, just for him to slam it back into her with each thrust as he got lower.

Hrk! His teeth-!

Delilah feels Whiskey's breath brush over her eye, one of her few exposed portions, and shortly after his teeth bite into the suit's neck, sinking in and nipping her actual skin! She feels something wet, wetter than her sweat, drool into her suit's neck as Whiskey bites down on her "fur" and she sucks in sharp, pained breaths as she feels him speed up his thrusting, his knot popping in and out several more times and making her cry with pain each time just for him to slam in one last time and a flood of his cum to pour out inside her.

"GgnnnnGGGGMMAA!!!"

Aimless, desperate noises escape her in a bestial fashion as her mate marks her insides one again, flooding her vagina, cervix, and uterus with his cum. Dee-Dee feels her head spin as Whiskey's teeth detach from her neck and, as her face sinks into the grass, the last thing she feels is Whiskey's cock pumping seed into her depths and the only thing she hears is his heart thudding in her ears.

Delilah is woken up by a sharp, wet pop from behind. She lurches back and her eyes snap open as a weak and dry-throated cry escapes her and she quickly tries to get her bearings, only going as far as realizing she was prone in some grass, the blades tickling and poking her bare breasts and she could feel liquid pouring from her pussy. She felt a paw dig into her waist and she realizes a large furred beast was standing over her. As awareness starts to build, she sees it's Whiskey's underside and he was walking forward.

That sting that woke me up, that wet pop, mmff, must have been his knot finally... ughmm... c-coming out, and-

Whiskey's cock, marked with both of their fluids, is dripping and drooling a long trail of lewd slime up Delilah's back and as he steps over her head leaves a thick strand across her left eye and muzzle, easily visible as it drapes over her rubber nose within her view. Delilah shivers as her body clenches upon seeing her lover's thick leftovers and more globs of his cum drool from her ruined red cunt.

Tiredly, as Whiskey stands alert for something, Delilah picks herself up and crawls forward, eyes locked on her lover's limp cock as it starts to retract. She drags herself forward and up enough to nuzzle up to his member and take it into her rubber mouth. Whiskey yips and looks around as she starts to slip her tongue out of her gag ring to begin cleaning him, mindlessly polishing and clearing the remnants of his wild fuck of her pussy. He doesn't stop her, and his cock even gets a little harder as her tongue caresses it, uncaring of the salty, musky, animalistic taste she was receiving from it.

Faintly, Delilah became aware that Whiskey was standing at attention for something, or perhaps someone, and indeed for a few someones. She did not stop, she couldn't, and she only overhears conversation as her vision was filled with Whiskey's furred ball sack and that knotty shaft she lavished with attention.

"She's quite the thing, isn't she?" A female voice said, almost mockingly, somewhat in amazement.

"She is. But it sure seems like Whiskey's made a choice, hasn't he?" A male voice this time. A more familiar one.

"He could have rebuffed her, you said he's been correcting her very competently. That did not look like correction." That female voice again.

"We can work out alternatives. It might reduce the chance of success... but-" A different female voice, but this one was much more adulant of Delilah, it seemed. Adoring her behavior and the show she had just made with Whiskey.

"But we'll have time. She's not going anywhere for a while..."

Delilah shivered as the male voice spoke again, with some measure of finality.

He... he's right... I... I won't... I can't go anywhere else... e-ever... again... my place... is...

She opens her eyes for a moment, realizing just what she was admitting to herself as she bows her head and lets the spit-shined cock slip free from her lips. As it softens and retracts into its sheath, her eyes fix themselves to her muzzle and the cum staining it served to mark her shameful admission.

This is where I belong...