Delilah's Dog Days

Dee-Dee slowly crawled along the tiled floor towards the kitchen, chest fluttering as her new bonded silicone suit squeaked and creaked with each step of her new "paws". The rubber-like material was tight but each step seemed to be starting to stretch it out and she suspected it would get easier with time. With every step, her elbows pressed into the cushioned pads with each step and her knees followed suit behind her. The tail plug buried deep in her ass swayed with each step, brushing against the front of her shins and between her thighs as her feet were restrained by the suit, her feet pointed up to the ceiling and keeping her stuck on her knees. Ophelia led the way for the pet girl, a leash dangling loosely from Delilah's collar as Matthew presumably awaited her in the living room. Beside her, Whiskey trotted along happily, clearly satiated after Ophelia had welcomed him into the guest room after putting Delilah into her fur and guided him to rut and fuck her hard in it. He seemed pleased with Delilah's new appearance and despite faintly throbbing pains in her shoulders and spots in her back, Ophelia had demonstrated that Whiskey's claws failed to rip or tear the suit and only offered him something solid to grip when fucking "his mate".

His mate... Ophelia called me his. Not Matthew's, not her toy, not even my own... Whiskey's mate...

On the surface of her thoughts, the bound pet girl couldn't truly believe where she was, but she could absolutely not deny how much it made her body tingle with excitement to be his. To be his bitch.

Deep down... this is... perhaps something I always wanted...

The leash flicked up and snapped against the underside of her rubber chin, drawing her attention up as Ophelia came to a halt and stepped aside, showing off the two pets as Matthew sauntered over from the kitchen, shiny silver food bowls in hand.

"She's all ready, Matthew. And I think she likes it." Ophelia moves aside with a brief chuckle as Matthew sets the bowls on the floor, beckoning for Whiskey who leaps forward immediately upon being signaled and digs into his dish but Delilah is made to wait as Matthew puts himself between her and her meal. Much as she might have hated to admit it, Dee-Dee did feel her empty stomach growl upon seeing her food dish hit the tiled floor.

Her stomach twisted even more as Matthew spoke smoothly and slowly paced forward, starting to circle around her as he audibly admired her new fur.

"She's perfect. Just the right blend of colors... the suit does a good job to bringing her down... and the mask and tail do a lot to sell the illusion... your finest work, Ophelia." Matthew says with a quiet tone, almost breathless, pleased. He paces around behind Delilah and drops down to one knee and the masked pet girl lets out a sharp yelp as his hand claps against her bare, sodden, canine cum-leaking cunt. "And it seems I'm not the only one who loves it." Matthew's fingers dip between Delilah's pussy lips, making her suck in a breath and buck her hips as he starts to slowly rub and spread her labia. A soft plip and warm gushing sensation made Delilah sigh as cum flowed out of her and dripped down to the floor. "Messy girl as ever, though..."

Ophelia snickered as she moved in beside him and Delilah, with her new directional hearing, could only catch slight mumbles from them as they spoke in hushed tones behind her. If they spoke loudly, she could hear the echoes just find but as quietly as they were speaking she could only feel Matthew's fingers continuing to tease and stir up her aching pussy and whimper quietly as her mate's cum seeped out of her.

Why are they letting it all out? Please... it... I need it... it feels so good... so right being in there... no... I need... I need Whis's knot to... ke-keep it in!

"HHnnnnn-MMnaa!"

"She doesn't like that, does she?"

Delilah hears Ophelia's teasing, almost mocking voice echo off the kitchen island, barely audible over the wet chomps and slurps of Whiskey as he devours his dinner. She doesn't hear Matthew's reply but he said something shortly before she feels his thick fingers finally slip free of her cunt and a quick gasp of relief fills her lungs as the soreness of her fucked-out cunt was building fast from his rough touch.

S M A C K

A shriek echoes in the house as Matthew suddenly spanks Delilah firmly on her black and brown-furred buttock and he sends her forward with her leash dragging along between her legs.

"Go eat, pet!"

She crawls forward in a hurry as his order follows his sharp impact and she eagerly dives into her meal as she braces for additional spanks but none come and, gradually, she relaxes just enough to realize why she was still aching as a shudder runs up her spine.

The new plug. Oh god...

The new butt plug Ophelia had designed for her was reaching deep into her gut, further than anything before and just as if not thicker on the locking, inflatable knot this plug was designed to keep her at a low ache, low arousal, and high obedience as Delilah knew very well it could wag, vibrate, and inflate or deflate at the push of a button.

With a whimper, Delilah glances over her shoulder as she spots Ophelia handing the new remote for her suit to Matthew and, as if on cue, he pressed the button to turn on the lowest vibration setting of her butt plug and sending shivers up and down her bowels as the foot-long, flexible plug buried inside her buzzed along with it. The rubber sleeve coating the inside of her rectum gave some separation from the toy, but all it really did was rub rubber against her inner walls.

Delilah squirmed against the vibrations as she bowed her head into the food bowl and took careful bites with her new jaws, a task she found remarkably easy to do without the gag ring in her teeth, but she was far more concerned about that foot-long plug running through her rectum and into her colon. The "plug" Ophelia had inserted was supposed to be safe, absorb her solid waste, and stay in there long term and right now, being so un-used to it, it ached and was different. She'd never had anything that deep inside her and each motion was agitating it inside her.

The... the excitement and adrenaline... of the suit... it's all gone and now... ugh... umf... no-not to mention the vibrations! Gah!

Frustration was welling up inside her until the plug's vibrations suddenly stopped and Delilah felt a hand brush up her back and curl around on of her ears. The stiffness of the suit's material caused her to be able to "feel" parts of it being tugged and pulled as the suit in turn pulled against other parts of her "actual" body. Delilah lifts her head and looks as Matthew looms over her, holding her silicone ear and places his other hand under her chin, the remote in his hand and pressed against her fake canine jaw.

"I will be taking Ophelia home. We'll make a short stop on the way over. We'll be gone a few hours and you and Whiskey will stay here. I want you two to behave yourselves." He presses a button on the remote with his thumb and, unprepared, Delilah's hands slam down on the tile floor as her memory-wire arm restraints are released and her paw-mitten hands are "freed" to move around. "Behave."

Delilah shivers as his dominant voice demands her obedience and with no other way to show submission she bows her head and nods meekly. Dogs don't talk, after all. She turns and watches as he meets Ophelia in the hallway where she already had her remaining equipment and Delilah's former suit collected and ready to leave. She locks eyes with Delilah and smiles but with her arms full she doesn't wave. The petgirl watches the two people depart and hears the door slam behind them, leaving her alone in the house with Whiskey for the first time in what felt like months.

It... has been months, hasn't it? I... I don't even know what day it is anymore. I think he does that on purpose... there's no calendars anywhere, he's careful not to show me his phone, and I think mine is locked up and powered down somewhere... hmph.

Delilah is interrupted in her thoughts as she feels a nudge against her cheek and turns to see Whiskey prodding her with his nose and she feels a flutter in her stomach.

Oh well. Who needs days or phones?

Suppressing a giggle, she gently pushes at Whiskey with her paw-mitten and mumbles out a few noises. Even without Matthew here, she didn't find any urge or desire to speak. Nor any need as she indicates to Whiskey she was still eating and brings her head down to her bowl again. Seemingly understanding, and not quite ready to fuck her again, Whiskey lets out a soft noise and wanders off. She faintly hears the sound of his claws clacking on tile until they stop abruptly and she assumes he made it to the living room's carpets and went for his bed.

I'll catch up to him there. "Behave", right? Sounds like permission to snuggle and nap.

Proud of herself, Delilah turns her attention to her meal. The soft, mushy dog-like food was still fairly bland and uninteresting to eat but after consuming it day after day she had grown accustomed to it and, more importantly, she had only noticed her muscle definition improve or maintain itself any time she was removed from her previous suits to bathe. Nutritionally-balanced but otherwise boring was better than being starved.

It is easier to eat without the gag ring. I'm not gonna miss that thing. Just don't give Master a reason to put it back in, Dee.

"Easier" wasn't exactly "easy" though, as she had to use her rubber muzzle to scoop up a mouthful of food and sort of tip her head back to let it slide into her mouth before finally being able to chew it. Unless she just stuffed her nose into the bowl when it was full but that made a mess all of its own. So she had learned to go slow and steady and it made her feel dignified in a sense. As the food emptied out of the bowl, she scraped her muzzle around the bottom of the dish to get the last nuggets of food and swallowed them eagerly, happy to satisfy her stomach's growling before going to find a towel to wipe her mouth off with.

And then she took a step with her un-bound hand.

Delilah stared at her right hand as it reached out to take a step and she stopped for a moment.

He had you in a suit like this before... with your hands free to move. But it's been... ages, surely. This feels weird but... it does give me some more reach. That's good.

Her next step was a bit more confident and she curled and uncurled her fingers inside the paw-shaped mitten. The little "puck" inside of it was heavy, Ophelia said it was one of the batteries for the electric functions of the suit, but she was just grateful for the ability to relax her fingers inside the mitten. With defined "paw pads" and even short claws on the paw, it did a lot to sell the humiliating illusion that her hand was a canine's paw and she blushed underneath her mask as she crawled to a towel hanging over her and Whiskey's usual eating spot and wiped her mouth off with a towel hanging there for that very purpose. She dipped down to take a drink of water from the available dog bowl before wiping her muzzle off again and turning around with a slight jump in excitement.

Okay! Now... where's Whiskey...

She had a pretty good idea of where to find her mate and despite her legs still being restrained and crawling on her knees, Delilah found her tail wagging with exertion as she hurried along. Her hands made it a lot easier to crawl and she was much less wobbly with each step as she rounded the couch and caught sight of Whiskey laying in his dog bed, head rested on the edge of the cushion. His ears perked up and he raised his head upon spotting her and Delilah felt that excitement in her chest build as she could tell he was pleased to see her. The thumping of his tail only quickened as she got closer and paused at the edge of his dog bed, as if asking permission. He stood and moved to nudge her with his nose and turned around a few times, sitting back on the bed and offering a lot of space for her to take.

He's such a gentleman... when he wants to be, anyway.

Delilah smiles underneath her mask and intentionally gives her backside a shake to wag her limp tail, trying to show him her gratitude as she crawls onto the dog-scented bed and curls up in front of him and lets out a relieved sigh as the weight of her body comes off her knees. She feels him shift and scoot up behind her, resting his body against her back and making her tingle and flush with comfort.

He cares... or at the very least he likes me enough to want to be close.

Slowly, she feels the canine's heartbeat even out against her back and she hears and feels his breathing steady against her ear. She draws her paws in against her chest and lets herself relax for a moment but her brain is nowhere near being able to sleep. She peeks down at her new suit, her new self, and admires it for a moment.

The zippers... I can't even see them, they're tucked and hidden beneath the faux fur... and with the mittens, I couldn't really grip them anyway... not... not very well.

Even being unable to use them, it was still comforting to know she could be given access to her skin beneath her fur. The zippers over her breasts and opening the suit from groin to mid-abdomen was a relief in itself. Dragging her paw down her chest, she marvels at the unusual feeling of the raised "beans" of her paw pad squishing against her skin. Her hand drags further down and she winces as she brushes over her lower abdomen and pauses, moving her hand back up to where her belly button faintly showed underneath the taut silicone.

It's still aching down there... it's getting worse with each fuck, I just know it. Whatever they did to me... whatever they put in there... but it's only when I press, it's not like... infected or something. What is it?

She pauses and turns her head, looking at Whiskey when a fluttery feeling fills her stomach. She rolls slowly, trying not to disturb Whiskey as he seemed to be nearing a nap of his own, and places herself facing her mate and shifts back into him, resting her face against his neck. By now, she barely even noticed the distinction between the silicone mask and her own face. Though, this new mask would take some adjusting-to.

Whiskey's still the same though... and he seems to only be growing more protective of me. It was nice- it's still nice when he steps between me and stuff. Little protector.

Delilah pauses as she reaches up with her paw and presses it against his rib cage.

Big protector, okay. He's my size for god's sake.

Giggling quietly to herself, she shifts in closer and points her knees down to press in against him, feeling his heartbeat against her own as she nuzzles into him.

It's gotten so rare to just have quiet time with him. Master's been forcing me to train and run around and get fucked and fucked and fucked... just getting to... quietly...

Dee-Dee's "hands" begin gently roaming Whiskey's body, exploring both her mate and her arms' newfound freedom. He grunts and groans quietly in pleasure as she scratches against him and feels him shift and roll slightly to expose more of his stomach to her. He seemed so comfortable with her.

He's... he's mine in the same sense that I'm his. He knows who I am and wants me here... he's comfortable and safe.

Dee-Dee takes a deep breath through her rubber nostrils, something she can do now with her mask, and inhales her mate's scent.

Weeks and weeks of being buried under this lump of fur... I've grown... She has to pause for a moment and squeeze her thighs together as she feels a bit of wetness build on her bare labia. I've grown to quite like it. It means him, which usually means sex... he sure is having a lengthy rut season. I wonder if that's my fault.

Tempted, Delilah peeks down Whiskey's body and sees that her scent must be reaching him too as she spots the tip of his prick peeking out of his furred pouch. Her chest flutters again as she knew what that meant but the fact that he wasn't already standing up and growling for her to take a position meant he was just aroused but maybe not demanding it? Demanding her.

Still...

The petgirl flushes under her mask as she starts to shift and turn herself around, heart fluttering as she inverts her position and places her head on Whiskey's lower leg and puts her eye-level with his genitals. The canine notices as she feels his head lift and raise against her thigh but doesn't make any moves, seemingly curious about what she was doing as Delilah bites her lip and tries so hard to deny what she was feeling.

But I could use some dessert after dinner...

Dee-Dee shamefully feels her mouth water as she nestles in closer and takes a slow whiff of her mate's musky genitals. They still had some of her scent on them from fucking her not an hour ago and she feels an ache in her pussy for the memory. Having her so close to it seemed to have an effect on Whiskey's cock as it keeps sliding out of its sheath and Delilah is struck by a quiet thought.

I haven't... really taken the time to... mnf, study his penis since some oral practice... what feels like ages ago. He always gets my pussy instead... in doggy style... so now...

Delilah smirks to herself as her arms, unbound, wrap around Whiskey slowly and lock him in place and keep her head close.

You're mine to play with, Whis.

Disbelief in her own behavior was pushed aside as Dee-Dee lifts her muzzle and brushes it against Whiskey's smooth, slick cock. His cock that... shifted color as she dragged her muzzle down its length. At the tip it was tapered and red, almost a warning but it faded out and turned almost white along the mid-shaft, with his veins visible and throbbing with each heartbeat as his sheath released his penis. Her eyes had been tracking along with her muzzle's nose but as she sees something else reveal itself from the sheath, her nose pauses and her eyes lock onto Whiskey's knot. Bulbous and flaring outwards, she could all but feel it inside her and her vagina throbbed at the thought. She'd felt it inside her more times than she could recall now and despite her desire to pleasure and "take charge" here, she still felt a quiet longing to have him refill her after Master and Ophelia seemingly forced her to release all of his seed earlier.

No. He can have it inside me when we go to the kennel... right now, it's gotta be like this!

The canine mask and muzzle on her face, despite giving her a face like a dog still had its limitations. And the main one that Delilah faced now was she could only barely extend her tongue beyond the muzzle. As she slid her mouth back up his length and to the tip, she reached out with her human tongue but only got the faintest graze of her wet tip against his cock. Not even enough to activate her taste buds as she slid along and stopped at his tip and grunted.

Nothing for it. If I can't taste and lick the side...

Dee-Dee steels herself and tilts her head, catching the tip of her lover's cock on her lips and backs her head off, angling his penis "down" along with his thighs and pushes forward with her neck, diving down his cock and engulfing it with her mouth. A mirrored moan escapes Dee-Dee's throat and rumbles through Whiskey's torso as she finally gets a good taste of his cock and she can't let herself even begin to think about it, about the depravity, and has to focus solely on the physical.

It... tastes so... mnf... him. Musky, salty, meaty, dirty, gross, sticky, Whiskey. It's... it's just him. I can't...

The shaft was smooth under her tongue, easily sliding through her mouth as, with zero force or obligation behind her movements, Delilah explored her lover's cock with her tongue and cheeks. With her hands busy keeping him locked in place, all she had was her mouth. And Delilah was going to use every inch of it. Already feeling his natural lubrication beginning to seep out of his tip, Dee-Dee pulls back and intentionally lets him drip onto her tongue and uses that lubricant to slide down his length and bounce back up, collecting more to fellatio him more smoothly.

It doesn't... taste like anything. It's just... slimy. And smooth...

But her slow blow job of Whiskey's cock was indeed pervading her mouth with his taste, scent, and flavor. Taking the time to let him drool onto her tongue only gave her more time to stare at his knot, that daunting bulb at the base of his member. And as she dipped back down his lengthy shaft she got closer with each attempt. With every pause to relubricate, she was breathing in his musky scent and covering her muzzle with him. Every breath she took was filled with him.

But regardless of any complaints her former brain might have lodged, Dee-Dee's mind only cared to slide down his length once again, getting her view closer to that knot and filling her mouth and now her throat with his penis. She felt him throb and twitch against her tongue and that tip dance against the back of her mouth before she pushed further and kissed the base of his knot, something her other lips had done so many times, and felt his tip slide into her esophagus.

Moaning quietly and trying to suppress her gag reflex, Dee-Dee squeezed her eyes shut as she clenched her thighs together, arms hugging her lover tight as she dared to open her mouth wider.

You... can feel him throbbing... he's going to cum... he... won't let you try again... he's-

"GWUHKK!?"

Delilah is suddenly jolted back, her eyes popping wide open, as Whiskey picks possibly the worst, or best, moment to do something. And what he does is buck his hips forward and as Dee-Dee had been opening her mouth to prepare to try and take his knot, he does it for her and she struggles to quickly accommodate his thick, bulbous, warm, throbbing, mouth-filling knot behind her lips.

"Gggkkkhppth!"

A retch is halted as spittle sprays out around his knot and stains his fur but Delilah's throat is too full with canine cock to properly send anything else up and, perhaps in response to her throat clenching on him, Whiskey lets out a shrill whine, his up-raised leg kicking and glancing off of Dee-Dee's shoulder, and she feels his member throb. His knot pulses, each twitch and shudder felt clearly on her tongue and the warmth and slight bulge down his cum tube warns her of what's about to happen. Warns her with all of a fraction of a second to prepare.

I'm ready.

In an instant, Whiskey's cock throbs and shoots his load down her gullet. Not even giving her time to taste it as his tip was well into her throat, squeezed down by her collar as he spews one load after another directly into her stomach and she is forced to do the only thing she can; take it. Gripping him tightly, both with her arms and legs, she shudders as an ashamed orgasmic bliss flows through her body and she feels his warmth spread in a sickly-sweet sensation through her stomach. Canine cum joined the canine-like food in her gut and she shivers as she keeps feeling that warm pulse of cum flowing through his cock against her tongue and throat. She desperately tries to steady her breathing, taking slow, painfully thin breaths as her trachea lets little sips of air slip around his cock pinning her throat in place and eek out little breaths to sustain herself as his knot pulses against the inside of her cheeks. It takes all her willpower not to bite down and hurt him, which would surely cause him to buck and panic and only get her hurt.

Or drown me in cum. L-literally... if he tries to pull back now? He'd shoot right down into my lungs...

Even though it would certainly cause her immeasurable pain, Dee-Dee is tempted to try and pull him back just to prove her dedication to her lover. But with the knot firmly in place inside her mouth, all she can do is wait for him to finish cumming into her stomach and let his knot deflate enough to pull him free. And in the meantime, she has to focus on stealing what air she can; each breath filled with his musk and marking her lungs with him in that way.

Her eyes pry themselves open as she rubs her face against his underbelly and, with nothing to see and only fur to get into her eyes, she lets them slide closed again, content in her own sort of way. Her pussy was vibrating with need and the afterglow of an unexpected orgasm from being used as Whiskey's cum-bucket was intoxicating. Her legs writhe and squirm against one another and she slowly feels his cum flow slow down, each pulse getting a bit shorter and the gushes into her stomach getting thinner. She wasn't sure how long he was in her mouth for, only that she was well-used to his taste, but she feels Whiskey's knot start to deflate and she sucks in a sharp breath and tugs. She wrenches her head back and his knot springs free of her mouth and his cock recedes from her throat. She chokes and fights back the urge to vomit but she feels his cocktip trace a line of cum up her throat and along her tongue, one last gift for his mate as she comes loose from his tip and immediately sets to rubbing her cheek against his throat-slickened cock. It smelled sour and musky but she didn't care. It was wet and marked with her own throat but she didn't mind. Her stomach demanded to be emptied, churning and dissatisfied but Delilah willed herself to keep from vomiting.

She had only one depraved, humiliating, pleasurable thought running through her mind as she savored the last strand of cum on her tongue and swallowed it down, forcing her stomach to take one last mouthful and keep it down.

Keep it down, Dee-Dee, keep it down. That's your lover's gift for you... don't waste a drop!