Izelith marched through her front door, slammed it shut, dropped her belongings and leaned up against a nearby wall to masturbate. All damn day long, her manager constantly breathed down her neck, barking out order after order after favor. Sure, the man had his moments of difficulty, but he could certainly afford to cut the vixen some slack - after all, she's the most competent worker in the entire East branch and everyone knows it, even her CEO, so she should be entitled to a little more respect. Unfortunately for Izelith, her boss's perceptions of anthros (aka furs) are less than stellar. If asked, he'd be swift to berate those "murry purry furry freaks" without a moment's hesitation.
But he's merely the least of her concerns.
"Rodney! Here, Rodney!" Izelith said, patting her thigh, beckoning her husky to be by her side like a good little pet ought to. Rodney, a stout and stocky husky-malamute mix with brown and black fur tones, trotted slowly into her home's single hallway to see what all the fuss was about. When he saw the long white hair and bright shimmery orange fur of his property, Rodney broke out into a full-on run towards her, tongue smacking against his cheek, nails clacking against hardwood tiling, tail wagging hard enough to leave dirt-tinged scuff marks against the walls. He was excessively happy to see his sex-toy again and for good reason. The bout of cunnilingus that she endured with him the night before left his tongue a bit achy and his sinuses partially clogged from vaginal secretions, but nevertheless he was as chipper as any old dog his size could be. Plus he was very horny - a total win-win situation.
Izelith slid her hand-paw beneath her short skirt, pulled down her laced frilly black panties and tweaked her thumb and forefinger-paw against the slippery moistened surface of her vixen labia, crooning and whimpering with each prodding embrace. Rodney yapped and whined, nose shoved against her crotch, eyes opened wide and tail wagging beneath his large furry butt. She nodded, rolled her eyes and proceeded to remove her clothing, one article at a time. Rodney ran circles around Izelith, lips foamed with slobber, sheath dangling with a small hint of pink penile flesh jutting from its fur-smothered recesses, hot breath emanating against her kneecaps and shins. Izelith pulled her work blouse up and off her chest, sliding her shoulders and arms through the gaudy cotton article of clothing. She threw it into a nearby corner of her living room and reached for a small black remote control Velcro-fastened against a wall located beside her home's thermostat. She pulled the black device free and pushed a few buttons for ambient music. Peaceful smooth jazz emanated from hidden wall speakers, flowing with a sultry richness into the vixen's eardrums. She reattached the device.
Now she could smell herself. Her own rich cloying scents damn-near threw her for a loop. The heated vixen imagined how Rodney must be feeling right about now, the poor dear. She isn't the only one pent-up, after all. Izelith kicked off a pair of fuck-me pumps that she wore mainly with the sole purpose of giving her fellow co-workers a groin raise or two. Once, she even managed to get a studly young intern to sneak into an abandoned storage closet with her and screw her senseless. How they managed to remain quite during their particularly heated romp is something that Izelith would like to elaborate upon one day. She'd lucked out by not getting caught or told upon.
All that was then, though. The horny feral canine running laps around her legs with the intent to pound her into submission was now, right here and now.
The vixen slipped free from her skirt and panties, now nude as the day in which she was born. Rodney sat steady and regarded her patiently, despite his massive throbbing erection now presenting itself. She could tell just by gazing into his eyes that his patience was wearing thin. He wasn't about to wait a moment longer to have his share of her snatch. Neither was she, really. Izelith had returned home far too stressed out to think of anything else for herself. Right now? All she really wanted was for her dog to pound her brains out. She was thankful to her flexibility and ability to last for longer than ten minutes at a time with her alpha stud. Most anthro-girls she knew who got fucked hard by their dogs couldn't last for more than a minute or two at most. Bunch of sissies, wasting all that potential firmness over maintaining their sense of pride. What Izelith wishes she could tell those snooty bitches was that after you've knelt down and let your dog take you anally, after you've felt the knot hit home inside your vagina and the tip pokes at your cervix and the dog's thrusting slows down to mere pumps and nudges as you are gnawing at your pillow or forearm, enduring your own explosive and messy climax… pride simply becomes a mere suggestion.
Izelith walked slowly into her living room and let herself down upon her knees, hoisting her upper body against her couch's armrest, spreading her thighs teasingly, looking back at Rodney with a hungry, yearning disposition. She pulled her panties further aside, exposing her tailhole and vixen cunt, giggling aloud. As she sorted through a number of video games (Bioshock, Mass Effect, Overwatch, some random-ass obscure title she can't even pronounce), she spread her pussy lips wider still with two finger-paws, exposing a tiny slit hole (her urethra), a knob of veiny red flesh covered by a smooth flap of skin (her clitoris and clitoral hood) and a vaginal opening that had been ravaged by many dogs, many anthros, many unique species and creatures in Izelith's sexual lifetime. "Rodney, here boy! Come to me!" Come in me too. Izelith thought. Rodney issued a string of barks, pranced over to the vixen and leapt onto her backside. Izelith made no attempt to crawl away from his grip as soon as he reached her. Doing this not only irritated Rodney, it made him sexually frustrated and thus, quite grumpy. Plus she was trained better from a young age. Her father showed her the ropes as a cub to be extremely submissive to both men and dominant women, a lesson Izelith never truly forgot. She reached out towards her couch and grabbed her prized dog collar, something she wears when the mood calls for it. Tonight, the mood was most indubitably set.
Izelith sat upright upon her knees and tightened the collar to optimum length, strapping it snug around her neck. Rodney humped at the air behind her, making little to no contact. "Ha ha, dumb dog. Here, allow me." Rodney yapped in response. She cleared her throat and re-adjusted her neck fur so that she wouldn't wind up choking unnecessarily. She was aware of auto-erotic asphyxiation, yet she simply had no interest in giving that particular kink a whirl upon this evening. She was also aware that Rodney had shoved his nose against her groin and was licking feverishly and perhaps pseudo-violently at her vixen pussy. This sensation riled Izelith up something fierce, causing her fur to stand on end along her back, neck and tail. She trembled and endured a sporadic twitching episode, all while masturbating herself with one hand-paw and squeezing at one of her breasts with the other, pinching and licking at her nipple, sucking her own boob with radical passion.
As the vixen lowered her head down to the ground and raised her round voluptuous vixen butt into the air towards the husky-malamute mix, Rodney grasped hold of her hips like a drowning victim grabbing for a life preserver tube. Izelith growled and yipped, spreading her legs farther apart, reaching back to grab at Rodney's cock and guide it into her pussy. When contact was finally made, he bit down on her nape, teeth chomping at thickened tufts of fur, his tail wrapped around her footpaws, raised up near his haunches… and he thrust himself deeper still into the vixen.
"Oh, fuck! Oh yes, fuck yes! Mmm, Rodney! Good boy! Fuck me, Rodney! Fuck me so fucking hard, boy! Yeah! Oh, oh God, oh fuck God yes mmmmmm damn it!!!" Izelith screamed, gripping hold of the couch's armrest, holding herself steady while Rodney went off on her (and in her) in a sexually-charged humping frenzy. Izelith craned her neck back and reached up to caress Rodney's head. She rubbed his cheek and muzzle as he continued to pump her twat full of husky-dick, tongue lapping at her wrist. Izelith felt his knot slipping in and out of her pussy with breakneck speeds and that sensation, coupled with his heated breath against her ear, his deep panting and the occasional territorial growl echoing throughout the house, caused her to clench tighter still around Rodney's dog-cock and moan with a sultry emphasis, embracing his sled-dog dominance, his predatory sexual prowess. She knew that when she strapped on her collar, Izelith became the bitch of the household, the one who needed stern disciplining in the form of rigorous feral-on-anthro intercourse. Izelith, the omega to her alpha stud.
And hot damn, was she receiving it in droves! She felt his knot swelter and grow larger, becoming erect. Izelith didn't like how fast a dog reached climax, but she had a few tricks to keep 'em hard for a prolonged amount of time. Kissing his muzzle helped, as did licking at his earlobe and massaging his paws. She embraced his bulky hips with her tail as he pumped and prodded his knotted cock into her tight, throbbing pussy. Rodney barked and howled when he reached his climax, snarling and nibbling at Izelith's neck scruff. The sensation, though slightly painful, added significantly to the pleasure of their lovemaking. Izelith hollered out loud and squirted seminal fluid freely from her ravaged vixen-bits, dripping from her navel and thighs; with a pussy as red and raw as hers, no dog alive on Earth would deny a second helping. Rodney pulled himself free from Izelith's violated vagina and lapped at her swollen, sensitive vixen cunt-lips, hopped upon her backside again, now penetrating her tailhole, humping against her butt lovingly. Slapping sounds echoed over their mixed panting and heavy breathing. Rodney's large furry husky balls smacked against her clitoris, forcing an orgasm to build up from within. At the moment of climax, Izelith raised her footpaws up, curled her toes inward and stretched them out while caressing Rodney's flanks. She reached back and grasped his thighs, holding him close to her, keeping him steady by pinning him in place while he thrust deliriously into her subservient vixen tailhole with a fresh slut-streak intact. Drool leaked down her chin and chest and dripped off her perky tits as Izelith's eyes rolled back into her sockets with one eye half closed and she felt Rodney knot her anally, filling her insides with warm, sticky dog-seed. The scent was rich and tangy with a hint of saltiness, very oceanic. Her flesh broke out in goosebumps and her fur shivered, as if touched by an electrical current. She raised her hand-paw and rubbed Rodney's muzzle, still trembling spastically from the awesome power of her orgasm. Rodney licked at Izelith's paw-padded fingertips and wagged his tail, causing her to sway her butt in tandem with his movements. The husky re-adjusted himself to stand with his butt pressed against hers, knotted dick still inserted deep within her rectum, refusing to shrink and pull out anytime soon.
~
After she'd finished up her sexual outing with her dog (and sent him outside to conduct his "natural" business), Izelith sliced a small piece of black forest cake for herself, eating it alongside a small cup of milk. Dog cum ran down her inner thigh while she ate at her slice of cake. Her health physician insisted that anthro canines shouldn't eat chocolate. Izelith preferred to live dangerously though, much to the man's disapproval. She dipped a portion of the crumbly dessert in Rodney's cum to enhance it's flavor. The vixen settled into her bedroom, scarfing down the last of her cake and washing it down with the rest of her milk, placing the empty cup upon her nightstand. With most of the lights turned off throughout the house (save for a couple small nightlights in the living room and bedroom), peace was finally given a chance to settle down gradually within her home. Izelith accepted the offer ten-fold. Before calling it a night, she let Rodney back inside. He ran into her bedroom, lay down at the foot of her bed and rolled over onto his back, ready to conk out from exhaustion on the spot. Izelith giggled to herself and smirked at her boy, her fuzzy trooper, her delectably hot fuck-buddy and most loyal companion, now slouched into a large fuzzy pile of lazy doggy. She was devoted to his pleasure, no matter what happened to them both. She was content in knowing that her big strong husky could mount and knot her any time he so pleased. She was content in being Rodney's kinky vixen bitch, always open for a good hot feral-on-anthro romp or three… but honestly, who's keeping count?
As she enters her room, keeping the door slightly cracked open in case Rodney wanted to come in and violate her some more, Izelith grabs two long strands of rope in preparation to
Tie my wrists to the bedposts. It's not difficult, once you get the hang of it. I did, long ago. I was shown the ways by the biggest pervert in all of the furry fandom and you know what? I don't regret a single moment of it. That was my sexual liberation and I stand true and proud by it. I thank her endlessly, even still to this very day. Before I decide to tie myself up, I open a nearby dresser drawer, reach in and remove two egg vibrators attached to cords leading to small control box devices. They're both turned off… for now. I sit down on my bed, spread my legs and fondle at my pussy some more, lubing myself up for the grand finale of the evening. After I let some of my dog's cum mixed in with my fluids leak down towards my tailhole, which I finger off alongside my pussy, I am now ready for phase two of the evening. I grab both the egg vibrators and exercise great care and consideration in inserting them into my anus and vagina. Ass and pussy. The two glorious fuck-holes. The pussy vibe slides right in but the ass vibe puts up a bit of hesitation, apparently not quite lubed up as much as I thought. I remove the anal egg and slather it with my saliva. So there I am, drooling over one of two egg vibrators, preparing to shove the fucker up my butt in the name of erotic pleasure. After I've finally inserted both egg vibes into my slutty orifices, I settle down upon my bed, on top of my covers since the nights have been especially stuffy lately, reach over and switch on both egg vibes. Immediately my vision blurs and my heart races from the maddening quick pulsing of the vibes. One is molesting my G-spot and the other is raping an especially sensitive region in my rectum. When I feel contented with the egg vibrators, I put the black control boxes under my pillow, reach up and fasten the strands of rope around the two bedposts nearest to my arms. After I've successfully tied myself down, I squirm and twitch with orgasmic intensity, feeling those egg vibrators throwing a field day inside my genitals. Suddenly the bedroom door opens wide. I expect to see my dog Rodney walk in and whine for a little affection, a little attention. Instead there's two armed men wearing masks over their faces. They're both anthros, judging by the long tails jutting freely from their backsides. One is a lion and the other is a hyena. I have just a moment to wonder where in fuck's name these two met and befriended one another before one of them reaches down and squeezes my tit very hard, practically scratching my nipple. I cry out and nibble at my lower lip, remembering what my father told me. There isn't much I can do, since I've tied myself to my own fucking bed and inserted two very debilitating egg vibrators into my ass and pussy. I should probably be more concerned about these two strange furs breaking and entering into my home, but my primary concern is whether or not these jerks intent to tie me up properly - as opposed to half-assed like I did - and make me their new sex-slave, their new property, their new breeding post, cum receptacle, town bicycle, luscious tramp, filthy vixen cum whore… and a rather good cook to top it all off. The boob-squeezer unzips his pants and removes a thick, throbbing dick covered in barbs. He pokes it against my cheek and I flutter my eyelids at him in response, smiling sultrily. He slaps the shit out of my face and grunts, shoving his dick against my cheek again. I proceed in giving him a delicious and rewarding blowjob. Even while my cheek is welting up and I'm beginning to feel a bruising hand-print forming, I deepthroat the impatient asshole as best as I can, since movement is quite limited at best. The vibrators continue to buzz and buzz, priming me up for an explosive climax, but not yet. First things first, I want these two jerk-wads to fuck me stupid before I submit to my own illicit passions. They found their way in this far, they can certainly find their way back out after a while - and with a spanking-new vixen companion at hand. The lion's partner walks up to me and reaches down to fondle at my pussy, pinching and twisting at my clitoral hood. I wonder if he can't feel the subtle vibrations from my egg vibrator. I whimper and whine while twitching and trembling with orgasmic fervor, practically begging him for more. I spit Lion-guy's dick out of my mouth. OH GOD YES PLEASE FUCK ME I WANT IT MAKE ME YOUR BREEDING SLUT PLEASE TAKE ME HOME AND RAPE ME ALL YOU'D LIKE. I want him to shove his entire goddam hand-paw in my cunt, I want to feel his finger-paws tickling at my uterus, and I want him to sound me with a tiny vibrating rod - just slide it in my urethra and force me to piss out while humping at the air, begging for a dick, any dick, please. Instead? Just as I predicted initially, he whips out his penis and begins to stroke himself off. Within less than a minute, Hyena-guy is cumming hard on my muzzle, my neck and tits. Fucking amateur, he barely lasted but a few minutes. But that's okay because he got his rocks off, therefore he'll be less hostile. I just hope he doesn't fuck me like a little wimp. With all that aggressiveness, I hope Hyena-guy knows how to make a young vixen like me scream out loud. Lion-guy shoves his dick back into my mouth and I proceed to lick at his shaft like a good girl. A moment later I feel a strange hollow sensation against my groin, as if something had been removed. I look down over Lion-guy's dick and see that Hyena-guy has pulled out one of my egg vibrators - the anal one - and is now preparing to give me a lap-ride. He smacks my bottom and orders me to raise my butt off the bed so he can slide beneath my position. I concur easily, trained to show no resistance to anyone asking for this sort of thing. I can taste a tiny hint of iron and dampened pennies on the tip of my tongue now. The jerk drew blood from one slap too many, damn him. That's okay though. If these two punks want to have their fun, who am I to deny their advances? Who am I to act as a roadblock to their traveling pleasures? If Hyena-guy wants to fuck my ass numb, so be it. I raise myself up like a good vixen ought to and feel his dick slide into my tailhole immediately. I opt to ride him but he's so pumped up and energetic that instead, he proceeds to thrust into me. I'm crouched down over Hyena-guy, getting an ass-full of dick while still tied to the bedposts. I stretch my arms out and feel my tongue slip down, dangling from my chin. My breasts are bouncing and swaying with each heated thrust Hyena-guy is giving to me, which is a helluva lot. I can feel his breath against my back and neck. Oh God yes, he isn't slowing down a bit. This guy must not have had sex or a proper orgasm in a month, judging by how fucking fast he's going. He grabs at my hips and squeezes me tight as he fucks me up my ass some more. I can feel his testicles smack against my labia and clitoris, turning me on mercilessly, even when he finally breaches his turning-point and endures a thick heavy orgasm up my ass, filling me with his sticky warm creamy white seed, a serving of sloppy seconds. The other egg vibrator is keeping my vagina in good-standing order alongside Lion-guy's bristly feline tongue, which is currently working at my swollen heated pussy. He recites the alphabet in cursive with his tongue, lashing and lapping deep within my cunt, constantly violating my clitoris while my ass and mouth are both filled to the brim with dick, for now Rodney has decided to join the fun and face-fuck me. I beg Lion-guy to shove his barbed dick into my filthy needy whore cunt while Hyena-guy's slender dick, erect and knotted and veiny and warm and bulbous and drippy with cum, squirts rope after rope of milky-white ejaculate inside my tailhole, literally drowning my intestinal lining. I can taste myself on Rodney's cock still, a certain sweetness, a luscious scent and taste of female pheromones and dog sperm, intermingled and cloying to my senses, threatening another orgasm, perhaps a long string of them, all in succession… oh god YES I'M CUMMIIIIIII-
Izelith hollers aloud, arching her back, completely polarized by Rodney's anally-inserted dog-cock. In her mind, she's fantasizing of two anthro men, broken into her home and raping her with predatory intensity. Even while Rodney penetrates her anally from the front, craning his head down to lick at her lips and muzzle, her chest and boobs and nibble fondly at her nipples (which she loved to death), Izelith begs for more as she squirts a stream of warm feminine fluids, leaking down her thighs, onto her bedsheets and along Rodney's belly.
~
Izelith is tied up, weakened from orgasms aplenty (enduring ten in a row would definitely fuck anyone's tolerance up), fur chafing with drying dog-sperm, hair tangled in a mess, tail weak and barely moving… but she's content.
She's satisfied.
Cracking a smile of immaculate beauty, Izelith falls asleep and has many reoccurring dreams about masked assailants spitroasting her. In her sleep, while both egg vibrators are still lodged deep inside her reproductive orifices, Rodney trots into the bedroom and hops upon Izelith once more, fucking her pussy from beneath her body now. With every hole filled and so much cum, who could deny how fucking extraordinary this sensation is? In the morning, she'll awaken with a craving for more black forest cake and Rodney's tangy-sweet canine jizz. But for now? She'll see how long the egg vibrator's batteries last. Hopefully they'll keep going and going and going…
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