Delilah's Dog Days

I hope they get home soon... I hate when he goes on longer walks... but I don't think I could survive going with them. People might see and they might know me... maybe after the move, in a new town, a new place, new people who wouldn't know me... yeah... maybe then...

With a depressed demeanor, Delilah lays on the grass in the front lawn of Matthew's home and watches the front gate with a growing loneliness as Matthew and Whiskey take their morning walk. She and her mate had already had breakfast in the kitchen and Matthew told her they'd be on a slightly longer walk than usual, telling her to take care of her own business in the back yard and then remain outside until they returned.

It's not even as if that's a weird request... that's what a pet does when she can't go for walks... right?

Delilah barely even registered her own humiliating self-references anymore. Not after all the time she's spent as his pet, more willingly and submissively by the day. It had been a couple weeks since she and Whiskey met Laurie and Helen, and the arrangement their owners had settled on made Delilah blush and smile underneath her muzzle each time she thought about it. Because, after all the planning and preparation to find Whiskey a breedable mate, Delilah had all but stolen the role and she had secured her role as Whiskey's true mate. A certain level of pride had settled into her stomach about the whole situation, even if she should have been appalled at herself.

Rolling onto her side, Delilah cranes her neck to look down her stomach and grimaces with a pleasured feeling in her stomach. Her bitchsuit was a mess of cum-stained fur, rips, snags, and tears. Every single day it seemed, Matthew urged Whiskey to fuck, rut, and hump her in any way he saw fit. Usually that meant taking her constantly-abused pussy but Delilah was learning some alternate places to pleasure her mate when her cunt just couldn't take the punishment for a third or fourth time in a day. She made plenty of use of her mouth and had grown quite accustomed to Whiskey's taste, both of his cum and his cock. She'd started using her breasts too, or at least the best she could. If Whiskey rolled over or lay down, she could rub her chest across his genitals and he seemed quite pleased by the action. She'd suffered a rip in her suit when his hard member snagged the hem of the suit's breast opening and she hadn't noticed. Bite marks decorated the suit, with more than a few punctures added to her neck and each time she worried he might go too hard and hurt her but so far the worst she'd gotten was a patch of her suit ripped off and left open.

I'm being ripped apart piece by piece... and I barely want it to stop. He feels so good, it's exactly what I've always wanted; pure pleasure.

And it was pure pleasure. There was no fuss of pregnancy, no concern over what her parents might say about a boy, no doubts over if and when and where she might go to meet a boyfriend. All of that was dealt with. She was in the right place for her and her desires.

"RHOUF!"

Delilah instantly perks up when she hears her mate's voice and sees Whiskey at the pedestrian gate. She rolls back onto her paws and stands, eagerly wagging her hind quarters to make her knotted butt plug tail sway back and forth to indicate her excitement to him. She had learned a lot about body posture and behavior that would signal her readiness, pleasure, and happiness to Whiskey. And he'd done plenty of behavior correction when she acted improperly, according to him.

Matthew lets the dog through the gate and he bounds up the lawn, all but colliding with Delilah and licking over her face and making Delilah's heart rate quicken as she meets his kisses. His warm, wet tongue easily gets down the length of her faux muzzle and meets her tongue as it reaches out of the gag ring behind her teeth and she tilts and turns her head as needed to reach further, utterly unbothered by the possible discomfort of his taste and texture as she had grown so completely familiar with him. She was his, and she knew everything about him. A mated pair.

"Ahn... ahn... AHHhhmm!"

Rhythmic moans fill the backyard and cut through the tranquil morning air as Delilah feels Whiskey start to move into her, stepping forward and driving her back as her ass hits grass and his tongue refuses to leave her mouth until a snap from Matthew gets the canine's attention for a moment. Delilah peeks up too, her muzzle and mouth covered with Whiskey's slobber and their master stares down at them before he walks right up to Delilah and crouches down. He places a hand on her neck and slides his fingers over an exposed patch of her skin and shakes his head dismissively and glances at Whiskey.

"Making her look all patchy and mangy, Whis." He mutters idly as he uses his other hand and to rub Whiskey between the ears and gently pushes the canine's head away, which does nothing as Whiskey's head snaps right back to eagerly look at his master and his mate. Matthew turns his head to look at Delilah's suit, ignoring the somewhat needy look in her eye as she fails to hide her pussy between her slightly spread legs and the wetness on display. "As for you... Ophelia's coming later today. Been a couple weeks since seeing your favorite vet. She says she's finally ready and..." Matthew's hand slips from her neck and glides over her bite-covered tit and tarnished suit. Delilah winces as his fingers rub over her lower abdomen and cup under her pussy to uncomfortably tease her puffy, red, knot-abused labia as he speaks. "...and you're overdue for a checkup too." He glances at Whiskey who stares right back. When he looks at Delilah again, a faint smile on his face made her stomach twist into a knot. "But you two can pass the time, can't you?"

Matthew's hand slips away from her sodden cunt and drags back up her abdomen, making Delilah wince again but her eyes widen as his hand grabs her collar and lifts. He tips her head up and drags her body backwards. She tips like a lever as her plug digs into her ass under her weight and Matthew lays her flat in the grass and teasingly pats her cheek. Before she can even whine Whiskey is already on top of her licking her again as Matthew saunters off to leave his pets to fuck in the front lawn.

And Delilah, utterly deprived of her inhibitions, could not stop herself as her legs spread to give Whiskey access. The canine doesn't seem interested in her pussy yet as he licks and laps at her tits for a moment. She giggles in a sound that comes out like a stuttering "ack-ack-ack" as her gag ring alters her voice. She'd all but grown accustomed to the sensation of having her voice robbed of her, having it be altered to suit her new life.

Whiskey seems to grow greedy as he pushes forward, nuzzling his nose up between her chest and under her neck as he sits down on top of her. Delilah jolts as her limbs all clutch around his furred body and his hind weight rests on her sensitive abdomen and she squirms, face getting licked as Whiskey lavishes her with affection.

He's always like this now... he's not even as corrective as he used to be... but he sure doesn't let me out of his sight much...

The lapping continues until Delilah feels a little bump against her lower body and groans into her lover's mouth as she grinds her hips up and feels the wet slickness of his cock sliding out of its sheath. She drools out of both ends as her brain's only remaining need, her lust for Whiskey, pipes up and helps her ignore the discomfort of a well-fucked pussy and try to entice her lover into another round.

It doesn't take much enticing. And before long she gets the euphoric sensation of her lover's warmth spreading through her once again, making her ache slightly as something was well and truly feeling different inside her. As she and Whiskey settled down again after a quick morning fuck, she felt him nuzzle in between her breasts and sighed happily, contented, even as she ached and flinched from her sensitive body parts as his muzzle nudged into her tits and his knot throbbed in her pocket.

Delilah winced as she felt the cool metal of the speculum slide into her pussy and latched open. She whined quietly as the blindfold over her eyes prevented her from knowing just what and when things would be done to her. She wiggled and flinched but with her legs restrained by a spreader bar, she couldn't even close them to prevent Ophelia's intrusion as a strange spongy-scraping sensation made her skin crawl from the inside.

"Gu-huhhhh-"

Exhausted moans slip out of her mask as her sex-pained cunt is violated over and over by this scraping sensation until Ophelia finally seems satisfied and stops with a glass-like clinking and foomp of a cap being put on tight.

"Collected and clear. She's progressing well with no indication of complications."

Her blindfold is suddenly removed and Delilah is stunned for a moment before she lets out a sigh of relief as the speculum is closed and removed in a smooth motion and the exposed petgirl watched Ophelia set a small penlight down and nod at Matthew who was standing near by as he waited for the vet to finish her "check up" on his pet. She was laid out on her back on the guest room bed where Ophelia had brought her equipment for this visit. Among her actual medical and inspection equipment, and daunting as ever, something Delilah knew the meaning of very well, sat a large black and silver-framed case.

A new coat... new fur... new skin... new me.

She knew what was coming, she just needed to wait for Ophelia to finish inspecting her. She flinched as she felt a finger slip underneath the material of the bitchsuit at her breast, where one of Whiskey's careless rips was. Ophelia lifts and tugs enough to tear the material a bit more, ripping just a little further open.

"He's been tearing her up more than expected. You must have really let him off the leash, Orem." Ophelia mutters, clearly upset to see one of her creations in such sorry shape. "I guess it's good you had me reinforce the next one... won't be having any of this ever again." She leans over and finally enters Delilah's line of sight with a grin. "Even if it means it's a bit stiffer and restrictive..."

Delilah shivered as Ophelia makes the implication that movement will once again be difficult owing to the suit and winces as the blonde lets the suit snap back into place and grabs the base of Delilah's left tit and squeezes.

"HYAAhhhhnnnnnmmm-!" Delilah groans as her breast is assaulted and Ophelia holds the grip for a moment before releasing and nodding.

"Seems it's all working... better than expected. You've been giving her the additives, yes? She seems sensitive, very... audible reaction to only a tiny pinch." She inquires in Matthew's direction, ignoring the protesting looks she was getting from Dee-Dee. "She really is a natural... working out better than expected on all fronts." Her hand releases the pet's tit and slides down Delilah's belly before pushing inwards, making her squeak as Ophelia's hand presses just below her belly button. "I think they took. Congratulations, Matthew."

The man in question hums quietly and looks over his pet girl, satisfied. "Glad it's working out... shall we see about getting her out of that shredded fur and into something new?"

Delilah groans weakly as Ophelia's hand comes off her stomach and she pops her head up groggily. Took? What took? Is... is that why my... uhhghh... why do I ache? Surely that's just the...

Her thoughts are interrupted as Ophelia complies with Matthew's suggestion; stripping Delilah down and putting her into a new bitchsuit.

The blonde starts by destroying her own work. Ophelia's hand slips underneath Delilah's bust and grips the fur, her knuckles flat against Delilah's stomach and she pulls, a horrendous ripping noise filling the guest bedroom as the garment rips at the seams lining Delilah's sides. The belly portion tears upwards and draws itself all the way down to her exposed pussy, where the material was already ripped and worn, and comes free from Delilah's body entirely as the thin band of material attaching it to her groin splits and tears. Delilah let out a pained howl through her mask as Ophelia rips her fur loose but quiets down the moment its gone as the removal of the material loosened everything else of the suit. Her limbs droop and relax as Matthew comes up beside Ophelia and the two take off Delilah's limb sleeves one by one as Ophelia rolls and tips the girl to gain access with some leather shears to cut the back portion off. They weren't so much as stripping her as cutting her free of her comfortable fur. Even her plug tail is deflated and slipped out of her without much decorum. This was efficient removal, not tortuous.

They're... there's no going back... they're not leaving this thing... I can't... they're doing this on purpose!

Dee-Dee is left to squirm and wiggle in humiliation as her body is bared to her blackmailer and her veterinarian. Her skin was faintly pink all over from compression of her bitchsuit and crease lines dug into her skin at the joints. Matthew, as Ophelia moves away to bag up the shreds of Delilah's bitchsuit, moves to Delilah's mid-point and starts running his hands over her. He gently unbuckles her collar and slips it free, taking a moment to admire her gold pendant name tag, rubbing his thumb over her name.

"Dee-Dee... you've truly become far more than I ever expected of you."

Delilah lifts her head, looking at Matthew. Her breaths were shallow and each inhale stung a bit from how sore she was all over. She tilts her head as her owner sounded... nostalgic.

"You were always just this nice girl running through the neighborhood. Did well at school, nice family, good looks. Always knew you'd go far..." Matthew's hand rests on Delilah's belly button and rubs slowly, making her whine into her ring gag as his hand presses on her sensitive uterus, "But I never knew you'd go this far. And all for yourself-"

Myself!? You-gwuh?

Delilah's mental protests are halted as Ophelia returned out of sight and unclips the hood, drawing the gag out of Delilah's mouth and for the first time in weeks, leaves her completely, entirely, utterly nude. She takes one look at Matthew as his hand was still hovering just above her lower lips. She felt a twist in her stomach as a flicker of defiance flared up inside her.

"I didn't do this... for me."

Matthew's head turns slightly as his pet speaks. "Oh? First chance she has to speak... and you refute me?"

"KHUHRK-!"

"Punishment."

Delilah's pussy is immediately spanked and before she can even get out a cry of pain Matthew's hand is around her throat, holding her to the bed as Ophelia watches from the sidelines, still preparing Delilah's new bitchsuit.

"No, Dee-Dee. You did this for yourself. You always have." He speaks calmly but the tightness of his hand on her throat and the slow, methodical, and firm spanks on her fucked-sore cunt make Delilah jerk and squirm underneath him. Even with her limbs free, Delilah finds she was too weak and uncoordinated with them to stop him, and can only flail against his body as he chastises her.

"You offered to watch him for your own desire, you snooped where you should not have, took things you did not own, and let him have you." Matthew's hand had not stopped spanking Delilah's cunt all through his monologue, hitting her repeatedly every second on time. And with how much her pussy hurt normally from Whiskey's constant sex and the ache in her uterus, it hurt, even if he wasn't hitting nearly as hard as he could. "And you never left or got help because you love it."

The nude girl sucks in a sharp, stunned breath as Matthew stops spanking her to let her hear what he said.

That can't be true... I don't... it can't- Delilah spots, sitting dutifully in the doorway, her mate. She sees Whiskey watching attentively as she is disciplined by their master and a flutter in her heart makes her brain know what Matthew said was true. She turns her head just in time to see him bend forward and get close and whisper softly, with that smooth, rich tone of his.

"After all... what reason would I have to ruin your life? I was never going to tell a soul, and you let yourself think I would... and you brought yourself here."

Delilah's heart catches in her chest as her eyes widen. His hand releases her throat and his other wipes her ample pussy juice off on his slacks. But even unhanded, she doesn't speak a word and just watches with a new crack in reality as Matthew stands over her.

He... won. He's right. I do love this, I couldn't live without it... I... Tentatively, Delilah's left hand drifts to her breast and touches it. It felt warm, a bit larger, fuller, softer. She slides down her stomach and feels a bump on her lower abdomen. Not something she'd ever felt. She looks up and sees Ophelia stand and, in her hands, a tall single-piece suit of what looked like matte latex complete with a close-fitting canine head, all bonded together as one item.

I truly am his dog. His bitch.

Wordlessly, Delilah nods and bows her head. She was still laying on the bed, so it looks more like an extended nod but she doesn't speak. Her hands come up and fold themselves beside her breasts and her legs press together and bend at the knee. She feels Matthew's hand rub on her head.

"Good girl. Reward."

Warmth flutters through Delilah's body and she has to clench her muscles just to not orgasm at the word and his tender rubbing of her head. This is where she wanted to be; his affectionately-tended pet.

Ophelia slips up beside Matthew and rubs a hand across his shoulders. "It's ready. Is your girl settled?"

"Dee-Dee? Up."

The pet girl is in motion before Matthew and Ophelia can even get out of the way. She swings her legs over the edge of the bed and drops to the floor, hands and knees feeling more comfortable for her than standing as she looks up and smiles. Not forces one, not flashes one briefly to show compliance. A curious warmth ran through her again as she dropped into her place and felt pride in the approving look Matthew gave her, more than she'd ever felt before.

"Help Ophelia get you fitted. Obey all commands."

"Ahp!"

Delilah lets out a solitary bark of acknowledgement and looks at Ophelia as Matthew excuses himself, leaving the two women alone to get his pet fitted. Delilah stares at the veterinarian while sitting on her hands, knees, and toes ready to spring into action the moment the blonde gave an order and she doesn't have to wait long as Ophelia holds up the new bitchsuit for Delilah to admire briefly.

Closer inspection revealed it was some kind of latex, but Delilah wasn't able to identify just what sort. The suit seemed to have a sort of matte look thanks to another layer of thin fur-like fuzz that covered the back and sides of the suit mimicking a German Shepherd's color patterns once again, with the sleek black of the suit exposed on the belly. Looking very closely, Delilah could see two slits where the breasts, her breasts, would fit. It looked like the suit had disguised zippers to expose or hide her chest when desired, as opposed to always being out in her old, destroyed bitchsuit. The crotch got the same treatment, with a disguised zipper hidden under a tight flap of rubber and one more isolated zipper from the top of the crotch zipper to just above where her belly would be inside the rubber. Beyond that, the limbs were loose. Not the typical restrictive sleeves she was used to in her old suit, Delilah spotted reinforced pads on the elbows and knees anyway, but at the end of the loose limbs were sizable paws and boots, imitating but accommodating her human biology in a canine fashion.

Dee-Dee's heart raced at the sight of it.

She'd been getting nipped and snagged and dragged and rutted for days on end and her old fur had been gradually wearing out and shredding off and now she'd been stripped bare and was about to be put into something entirely new, made special for her, and tailored to her owner's requests, she was sure of it. And as if to meet her growing excitement for the new suit, Ophelia draws the belly-zipper open slowly and kneels down, holding the center section of the suit open and gestures for Delilah to approach. The pet obediently crawls towards the blonde who lets the suit fall into a small heap over her lap and pulls Delilah over it, starting to rub a thin body oil over Delilah's skin as she speaks with growing excitement.

"Alright, puppy. We'll take this nice and slow. The fun thing about this one? You won't even need to remove it for months on end. A reinforced, bonded silicone with precise perforations to make it feel almost like you're still bare without more than an inch of your body exposed. It will sweat, it will drain and dry, it'll flex and bend and most importantly it won't tear. Not unless you got some heavy shears or something and hacked at it for a while..." Ophelia trailed off slowly, seemingly realizing she really didn't need to explain anything to Delilah. The girl was going to wear the suit regardless. "Well, you'll get to experience it. Come. Your legs go in first... you'd technically be able to put the suit on, but wouldn't be able to zip it closed by yourself. So you're still reliant on your master to get you in and out of your fur. Fitting, no?"

Delilah shivers as Ophelia so casually calls Matthew what he was becoming in her life and shifts her weight up upon the woman's urging. Dee-Dee stands briefly to step one foot and then the other into the center opening in the suit as directed by Ophelia once the bitchsuit was again held open and ready for her. The blond shifts and shimmies the suit up from underneath Delilah, getting her to slowly sit and roll onto her back as the vet stretches the legs of the suit up and completely covers Delilah's legs down to her toes. Once fitted, the suit fit perfectly. Contouring to her limbs like it were her own skin and looking down between her knees Delilah could see her new "paws" did a good job of altering her footprint, looking very much like human-sized canine paws complete with textured paw pads and claws.

Ophelia wasn't going to give her time to admire it though, and Delilah only had her legs in the suit. There was still two thirds to go. "Alright, puppy. Up you get, onto your knees and stay."

The brunette pet does as she is told immediately, rolling onto her knees and naturally falling onto her hands as she glances back to see Ophelia produce a small bottle of a different type of lubricant from her pocket and pour some into one hand before setting the bottle aside and pulling the top half of the suit down, exposing Delilah's bottom again which Ophelia promptly begins applying lube to.

"Mmph-!"

Ophelia laughs at Delilah's muffled exclamation as she pushes two fingers into her anus with ease. "Oh, you're so much looser now, puppy. Is the lube cold?" She mocks and teases Delilah but makes no effort to stop or even go slow as she applies a healthy amount of lube to Delilah's inner walls and pulls out with a wet pop and Delilah feels something brush up against her inner thigh as Ophelia lifts the suit again. She looks down underneath herself and sees a loose latex sleeve, about the length of a hand. Ophelia seems quite cheerful as she aligns the sleeve with Delilah's lubricated anus and starts forcing it in, push by push, penetration by penetration.

Mnnn... she's going... so deep in there... guh, but it's so different from my tail... it almost feels... nice... it's easier... but the latex is cold!

Ophelia gives Delilah's bottom a light, playful spank after she finishes forcing the latex tube into her ass and resumes pulling the suit up. She wipes her hand clean of the lubricant on her clothes and slides her hands up the bonded silicone suit, up Delilah's bare upper torso, and under her armpits and down her arms slowly while gently pulling them backwards. "Arms back, pet... into your new paws." Ophelia speaks calmly into Delilah's ear, sitting behind the girl as she draws the brunette's hands back and helps her find the loose latex sleeves. With her skin oiled, it's fairly easy to slide into the sleeves and her hands fit perfectly into the paw-shaped mittens.

It was made for me, after all...

Delilah's hands are released as Ophelia lets her admire them for a moment. Again, her hands were "unrestrained" like her new leg sleeves and replaced by a mimicry of canine biology. Her fingers were completely hidden by the shape of the paw and her palms were decorated with paw pads and short, blunted claws. The center of the paw was a thick and sturdy puck of rubber that gave them some weight but these mittens were big enough that she could curl and uncurl her fingers quite easily, making them really quite comfortable compared to some of the gloves she'd been given previously.

Ophelia reminds her that the suit is not completely on by stretching and lifting the back of the suit up and pulling the hood over Delilah's head. Panic briefly runs through her mind as her vision is taken away and her hands go to her head but the hood slides over her face with relative ease and the gentle squeeze of the bonded silicone makes her feel a measure of comfort as Ophelia snaps the suit into place over her shoulders with an elastic thwap and starts tugging and pulling at it to cover the petgirl's upper torso. Delilah was too distracted to notice as her paws come up slowly and feel at the mask and it was real. The snout was the most detailed offering Ophelia had given her yet, with soft and stiff features that made her feel like a genuine dog's muzzle had replaced her own mouth and nose. With her paw mittens, she couldn't get a feel for specific detail but the mask was a bit shorter and restricted her view less. The tip of the nose was ever-present in her vision as the triangular snout altered her head shape considerably; a constant reminder of her status as a dog. Akin to the hood she wore at the party, at her first proper public appearance, the ears were also pointed and stiff with audio ports restricting the direction she could hear from. It was disorienting then, it was disorienting now, but she knew it meant she'd have to be very attentive and watch for her master's signals and direction. The mask's oral features were the most surprising to her though, as this mask lacked any sort of gag or restraint. The actual mouth of the dog mask was molded open but her human mouth was completely free.

It's a test, isn't it... he wants to see if I'll break more rules, earn more punishments... or if I am a good dog and know my place, know my vocabulary... if I know human words aren't for me...

Delilah thinks all of this through as she looks down at her torso, past her new nose, and watches as Ophelia slides her hands around and rubs down from her neck and over her slightly sensitive breasts. Dee-Dee realized now that the pulling-down of the hood had brought the suit down over her chest and Ophelia had been tugging and adjusting it to get it to cup over her breasts perfectly, with the dual hidden zippers resting exactly over her nipples and compressing her chest a little bit. Once satisfied, Ophelia drags her hands down the pet's smooth and bare stomach and stops at the slight bump at the bottom of her torso which earns a slight moan from the mostly-suited pup.

"You're almost there, pup. It won't be long now..."

Ophelia's meaning was double as she takes the zipper underneath Delilah's bust and drags it down, zipping the suit shut and tucking the zipper into a little pocket at the center of her pubis where it met a second zipper that was already closed and could be opened to allow Whiskey access to her pussy. That vaginal zipper connected right to the reinforced sleeve that was already pressed into her anus and, while Delilah could not tell yet, was hollow to allow pass-through from her rectum.

And Ophelia was about to show her exactly how pass-through it was.

Ophelia stands up and watches as Delilah admires her new fur. With her limbs covered by the bonded black and brown silicone, her skin replaced by a mix of fur and matte sheen, but still technically unbound as she could move fairly freely Delilah seemed enthused by her new suit. Ophelia clicks her tongue and gets the girl's attention as she withdraws a small remote from her pocket. "Tt-tt, Dee-Dee? Like it?" She smiles as the girl looks up at her and nods. "Good girl. Hands and knees, please." Delilah does as she is told immediately and Ophelia rewards her by pressing one of the nine buttons on her remote and Delilah's right arm suddenly seizes up and snaps into a curled-up position, like when she had her arm bound by straps in her latex suit at the party. The suddenness of it gave her no chance to react as she tips over and topples onto her side with a surprised yelp.

Ophelia rolls her thumb over the other three buttons and Delilah's other limbs immediately contract and lock into place with her fore and hind paws rolling helplessly against her shoulders and buttocks as Ophelia kneels down beside her to pin her on her back and run her fingers along the side of Delilah's thigh where the girl felt a slight depression on the suit. The bonded silicone was thicker than any suit she'd worn, and a fair bit stiffer, so she hadn't felt anything in the suit until Ophelia revealed it and began speaking about it.

"Electromagnetic memory-wire. Fun stuff, hmm? All it needs is a light electrical current and it snaps back into its shape, marvelous stuff. Did you think those weights in your paws, elbows, and knees were just for show, pup?" She teases Dee-Dee as she runs her hand over the girl's left knee, tapping the rubber-coated pad and Delilah does indeed notice they were a bit heavier than they might otherwise be. "Batteries in each of them, they'll need to be replaced every few months but I think that's pretty good for on-demand bitchification. And now your master can pick which limbs are restrained and which aren't with the press of a button. At any time."

Delilah's stomach churns at the thought. He'd pick the worst times to make me tip over and be defenseless, I just know it... I don't even get to choose when I have my arms; that's Master's choice now...

The blond under-hand tosses the remote onto the bed, signifying she was not switching off the bitch-limbs any time soon and grabs Delilah's leg and starts to roll her over, putting the pet girl on her knees and elbows and walking off behind Dee-Dee with an admiring tone in her voice. "You look so adorable, Dee-Dee... your perky ears, the imitation fur, the cute and restrained posture... mmf, I can't wait to see you learn more tricks and attend shows and parties. But you're still missing something..."

Peeking over her shoulder, Delilah's eyes widen at what Ophelia felt was "missing". As she slowly struts back to Delilah, making her dread what was coming, the blond held in her hands a brand new butt plug tail, this one going beyond anything she'd seen before. The tail itself was fluffy and very much like Whiskey's, drooping and swaying freely with Ophelia's steps but the plug it was attached to was different. Like the knotted cock plug she had before, this one had what looked like an inflatable base right at the connection point between tail and toy but it extended into a slightly floppy, almost sponge-looking tube more than a foot long.

"Like it?"

Ophelia's teasing voice reveals Delilah had been staring as the woman kneels down behind her again and wastes no time in fitting the tip of the plug and starting to feed the odd, jelly-like tube into the sleeve in her ass. The floppy end was cold, making Delilah wince and whine into her mask as Ophelia talked about it, stuffing it in inch by inch.

"This new one... well, I'm quite proud of it. One of your main discomforts day to day is having your tail removed so you can empty out your bowels... this will put that off by a week or so. The tube absorbs and breaks down solid waste and, hold still, and it only needs to be cleaned out once a week, depending on how much waste you're producing. Realistically, if you maintain your diet, you might not need to remove your plug for two weeks."

Two weeks! Fuck! This thing is going so deep!

Delilah's hips and buttocks clench and writhe in her suit as the tube dives deeper and deeper into her rectum and colon, nestling inside with unstoppable pushes from Ophelia as her arms and legs remain trapped in the memory-wire suit. Panting and drooling, and indeed feeling wetness against her crotch as pussy juice seeps out and spreads inside the suit, she hangs her head and groans as she feels a new texture, a new spreading of her anus as the base of the plug is pushed into her without delay and seated into her ass.

"I had to make the plug a bit bigger to incorporate the wagging motor, and the tail also has that memory-wire so it'll droop and stand up at the push of a button... aren't you lucky?"

"Gguuuhhh..." And exhausted gurgle of a groan emits from Delilah's muzzle as she adjusts to the new, extremely full sensation in her guts.

Ophelia giggles as she roughly pats Delilah's ass and stands. "I knew you'd be excited, girl." She strides over to the bed and retrieves her tossed remote and smiles as she dances her thumb over the buttons. "I have four buttons here for your limbs, I can take or give them at any time. But the rest are for your tail. I can inflate-" She presses a button and Delilah screams as her rectum is suddenly spread, the plug at the base of the toy hissing as it self-inflates and contours to the inside of her ass, leaving absolutely no spare room and pressing the rubber sleeve tightly against her inner walls and essentially vacuum-sealing her anus.

"I can stiffen-" The next button springs the tail to life, making it stand upright like an excited hound and the sudden weight shift jostles the thick plug inside Delilah's ass. She moans accordingly and blushes underneath her mask as she feels trickles of pussy juice run all over her suit as the zipper over her cunt prevented any leakage.

"I can wag it-" The next button starts the tail's wagging motor, causing it to dip back and forth like a metronome and drag the whole thing side to side inside Delilah's ass, making her moan and cry accordingly. The pet's head dips down, pressing into the carpet as her fore paws spread outwards and her chest rests on the floor, raising her ass as her thighs quiver.

"I can make it wag faster, or..." Ophelia makes it wag faster as indicated for a second before stopping the wags and pressing the ninth button on the remote. "I can make it vibrate."

Delilah's back end starts humming and she lets out a prolonged moan as her new butt plug starts vibrating aggressively. Pressing the button several times, Ophelia demonstrates it had four different vibration strengths and she leaves it at the highest one as she reaches underneath Delilah's crotch and finds the zipper for her crotch, pulling it open and letting the silicone suit spread outwards. The tightness of the suit causes the protected halves of the zipper to press into her groin around her labia, perfectly framing her puffy, dog-fucked cunt and showing off the sheer wetness and drooling status of her lower lips.

Dee-Dee was starting to suck in sharp, desperate breaths as she succumbed to the pleasure of the vibrations in her ass. There wasn't much else she could do, her limbs were totally restrained, her skin compressed under the incredible suit, her body controlled by Ophelia's hands as she exposed her pussy...

I can... can't... it's too much, it-

Delilah's eyes pop open and she sucks in a sharp inhale of surprise as warm, musty breath washes over her face. Looking up only an inch, she saw a very familiar nose sniffing back at her before Ophelia gives Delilah's ass a spank.

"Back here, boy!"

Still vibrating, Delilah sucks in another sharp breath as she feels Whiskey's nose bump up into her pussy, checking her scent and even lapping at her copious pussy juices as she leaks and drools from the perverse pleasure of the scenario. Her new suit, the humiliation of accepting it, the girth of the plug and the vibration of it.

No, no please... I'm so sensitive, I'm gonna cum right away, I-I'm!

Delilah's whines of protest are ignored, maybe even heard as whines of need, as she feels Whiskey's paws mount her upraised ass and his cock, unbeknownst to her, is given a guiding hand as Ophelia directs it straight into her cunt on the first thrust. The pointed tip, the girthy shaft, the already-full condition of her ass and the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through her leaves only one possible outcome for Delilah.

"GGKKKYYYAAAAAAAA!!"

A choked, desperate, mind-numbing shriek of pleasure emits from her un-gagged mouth as Whiskey's cock stabs at her depths, perfectly accepting his member as her pussy clenches on its mate, gushing onto his cock and balls and spraying onto the floor.

Her orgasm left her impossibly sensitive, nerves fried and even more firing by the second as she feels Whiskey's tip tap against her cervix. And the canine was only getting started with his perfect mate and her new fur.