[center][b]Coming Up Daisy[/b][/center] [center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center] [color=goldenrod][i]Babe I can’t do this[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]It’ll just be like a week it’s fine[/i][/color] Laurence gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to throw his phone against the wall. He loved his girlfriend but the fox didn’t really think his vixen understood right now. Carefully unclenching his grip of his phone, he tapped out a response. [color=goldenrod][i]No I really can’t[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]And it’s almost a week already[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]I think it’s getting worse[/i][/color] For the first few days he’d thought he could deal with it. The smell was mild at first, barely noticeable on a conscious level. It’d fuelled an intense sexting session between him and Siena. Very satisfying. Now… not so much. [color=tomato][i]…. wait really[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]YES[/i][/color] He jammed into the touchpad, getting it in just before her belated [color=tomato][i]?[/i][/color] arrived. [color=goldenrod][i]I’m going insane Sen[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]I’ve gotta drop her off at a kennel or something[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]Don’t you *dare*[/i][/color] Siena’s response was dripping venom even over a digital connection. [color=goldenrod][i]Please[/i][/color] He thought as fast as his gummed-up neurons would let him. Laurence knew Siena had had some sort of bad experience with a kennel before, and was dead set against leaving her dog with any of them. That was why he was taking care of Daisy in the first place while Siena was on a long business trip out of the country. [color=goldenrod][i]I’ll find the best rated place in the state[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]No[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]End of discussion[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]Then she’s going to the vet to get spayed[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]NO[/i][/color] Laurence whimpered, eyes screwed shut against the thought of no way out. A long minute spent pressed against the mound of pillows he had between himself and his bed’s headboard, trying to block out his own senses, was interrupted by a ding. The put-upon fox reluctantly opened his eyes to look. [color=tomato][i]How long did you say[/i][/color] The math took a few seconds to work out in the timeless hell his life was. [color=goldenrod][i]Six days I think. Since we had that really hot[/i][/color] Pause to drag his thoughts away from the memory. [color=goldenrod][i]thing and you talked about sucking my balls but I didn’t really notice until the next day[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]Huh[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]You did seem really into it[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]you kept misspelling stuff[/i][/color] He didn’t remember that, but then he wouldn’t. [color=tomato][i]and it’s not getting better?[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]definitely no.[/i][/color] Right now he was holed up in his room with door closed, window open, and a fan blowing fresh air in as hard as he could make it. The smell was still seeping in, insidious. [color=tomato][i]maybe you’re more sensitive to the smell than me[/i][/color] Laurence stared at that line. And very carefully typed out his response. [color=goldenrod][i]No[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]you think?[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]-_-[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]You don’t need to get all sarcastic.[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]Okay so maybe she wasn’t really in heat yet and now she is or she will be soon[/i][/color] That made sense. Things didn’t happen all at once. So if Daisy’s cycle had just been leading in until now, and Siena said it usually lasted about a week then… Oh no. Hell no. [color=goldenrod][i]You mean this might last for another week[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]or *longer*[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]because it might take who knows how long to trail off[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]?[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]!?!?!?!?!!!?!?[/i][/color] Still tapping incoherently he didn’t immediately notice Siena’s reply. [color=tomato][i]Honey, breathe[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]BREATHING IS KIND OF MY PROBLEM RIGHT NOW[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]Sorry. Are you sure you can’t tough it out?[/i][/color] Just in case, he turned the thought over. [color=goldenrod][i]Pretty sure I can’t, no[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]I jacked off six times yesterday. I can’t concentrate on anything[/i][/color] Actually eight, if he counted the one after midnight the day before and the time he hadn’t been able to cum because his balls were just [i]empty[/i]. He had refrained so far this morning only because he honestly worried that he might give himself a friction burn or rub off his skin or something. [color=goldenrod][i]Sen she keeps rubbing up against me. I can’t keep her outside like this or she’s going to get puppies off the neighborhood boy dogs. The whole house smells and it’s eating into my brain and I’m this close to going out and getting a hooker because I’m so horny[/i][/color] He winced. That last bit had been a fib, a substitution for [i]I might end up banging your pooch[/i]. It didn’t actually seem like an improvement now that he’d hit send. [color=goldenrod][i]Sorry I would never cheat on you[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]But I can’t deal with this anymore. She needs to the kennel or the vet or something because I can’t do this[/i][/color] The seconds dragged their feet over his nerves for way too long while he stared at the little screen. Damn, he’d left out a few words. [color=goldenrod][i]*go to the[/i][/color] Another long wait. [color=tomato][i]Why don’t you fuck Daisy[/i][/color] Laurence didn’t react immediately. That text took several seconds to sink in. [color=goldenrod][i]what[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]I mean. She’s probably down for it. And you need it.[/i][/color] Judging by the way the dalmatian had pointed her rear in his direction in the times when the fox had allowed himself to be in the same room, Siena might be right. That wasn’t really the point he was hung up on. [color=goldenrod][i]I mean ‘what’ as in DID YOU ACTUALLY JUST TYPE THAT[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]She’s a DOG[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]A feral dog[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]and you’re my girlfriend and I don’t want to cheat on you[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]You have my permission.[/i][/color] This conversation was so surreal. But there it was, in neat letters, writ clear and unambiguous then zipped over to him on an electron highway. [color=goldenrod][i]…but what if I knock her up?[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]I looked that up just before I suggested it[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]you can’t[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]Looks like us foxes don’t even have the same number of chromosomes[/i][/color] Well, at least there was that. He checked himself to be sure, remembering some horror stories about anthro-feral hybrids. Which was supposed to be extremely unlikely even when circumstances aligned, but all the same. [color=goldenrod][i]Huh. We don’t[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]Are you sure[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]yeah.[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]its been sounding like you really need it[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]both of you ;)[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]this is so weird[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]well it’s not like I’m going to make you[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]but you can[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]hey I gotta go to a meeting now.[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]okay[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]knot her good for me okay[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i](if you want to I mean)[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]Ummm. Okay. I’ll think about it[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]Later, sweetie[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]Later[/i][/color] Laurence put his phone away and leaned back to process what had just happened. To whit, his girlfriend had just given him the green light to have sex with her dog. She had even gone so far as to encourage him to do it. In the immortal words of a wise man, ‘Well that was a thing that just happened’. He didn’t really know that he wanted to have sex with an animal. That would be messed up. Right? And anyway he’d spent the last week resisting. Maybe he could hold on a little longer. Long enough. Just on principle and to avoid sleeping around on his girlfriend. A waft of the scent trickled into his nostrils, and the cape fox felt his balls tingle. Laurence could go out there for a little while. At least give the dalmatian some company for a bit. She had to be lonely with the way he’d been closeting himself away. And he could… think about it. He stood, walked over to the door, and opened it. The wall of pheromones that had been stopped up behind it hit him like a sack of bricks. Laurence stumbled against the door frame, groaning with arousal and feeling his maleness press up against the crotch of his pants. He regained his balance, and walked out. When he found Daisy (not too difficult a search with both nose and groin leading him through the small house), she was laying in her doggy bed next to the couch. The feral canine’s head rose in his direction as he made it in, tail thumping against the wall three times before her legs cranked her upright and she bounced over to nose against his jeans at the knee with tail wagging. “Well hey there, Daisy.” Laurence crooned, leaning down a bit to scratch behind her ears. He had to try not to buck against the air. “Hi. How are you doing girl?” She jumped up, tongue slobbering all over his muzzle while she whined enthusiastic greeting to her current caretaker. He spluttered, stood up straighter, and she followed with front paws on his chest forcing him to brace himself against a wall lest he be bowled over. Daisy was on the fairly large end of the dalmatian spectrum, and as a cape fox Laurence came in a bit on the small side. At just over five feet, he just about fit under his girlfriend’s chin, and Siena sometimes called him her ‘XL fennec’. “Yeah I know, I know…” The fox protested, rubbing around the sides of Daisy’s head affectionately to make her ears waggle, one all white and the other more spot than coat. “Sorry I left you all lonely out here. Good girl.” He gradually managed to get the happy dog back onto the ground, aware of her warmth the whole way. Back on all four paws she immediately ducked her head to snuffle at the tent in his jeans. This pressed his hard-on against the fabric, wedged as it was against the material. “No, don’t- I mean...” While he worked out what he was trying to say she licked the front of his pants investigatively, finished before he had decided squat, and sat back with a happy whuff. “Well I guess you just did.” Laurence admitted. Panting, he sidled around the happy dalmatian, and seated himself on the couch. With one hand he tried to adjust his pants to press less uncomfortably against his raging erection. “So… I’m going to hang out here with you for a while.” Daisy spun in place twice, tail flailing out and mouth hanging open in a doggy grin. Laurence’s eyes involuntarily swiveled in an attempt to track her hind end as it swung past. In desperation and without thinking, he unbuttoned his waistband, sighing at the release of pressure. More deliberately he patted the couch cushion beside him. “Yeah. How about you come sit with me for a little bit? Sound good?” She ambled her happy way toward him over the black and white rug, but did not hop up beside him as she had done many times before. Instead Daisy rested her chin on his knee, sniffing and staring at the bulge in his underwear framed by the open pants zipper. “Easy, girl, it’s just my…” Laurence trailed off. Why was he explaining anything? Well, he’d never bothered to avoid talking to the canine before. Even if it did feel a little silly right at the moment. “You smell really nice right now so I’m all hard.” Listening with only half of her doggy attention, Daisy inched forward. Her chest bumped against his knee on the way, which she disregarded with her typical disdain for mere obstacles (she was a hazard to vases and top-heavy side tables everywhere when she got excited) until she had wedged herself between his knees. Her nose bumped against his bulge curiously. “You can look if you like. Um.” Laurence offered, brain floating on the haze of pheromones. He pushed up off the couch slightly to pull down his underwear and pants halfway down his thighs, a motion which bumped his fly against Daisy’s chin before he settled back down. Undeterred she darted in between his legs like a crotch-seeking missile, cold wet nose prodding against the tan fur of his ballsack. He let out a sharp puff of air from the tickle of it, but braced as she worked her way up, brushing over his sheath and then to the barely discernable uninflated knot. And licked. He groaned blissfully. With one hand he pressed his cock to a forward angle. Daisy graciously accepted the offer, licking up the front as the change in position gave better access to the upper part of the shaft. Her tongue trailed up wildly and randomly, lapping up sheath-juice and pre and a few smears of Laurence’s cum. He hadn’t showered since yesterday morning, since that would have meant leaving his room more than the bare minimum amount needed to get food for himself and Daisy and let his charge out into the back yard to do her business. As a result his cock had been stewing in his hormonal response to Daisy’s smell for more than twenty four hours and a noticeable portion of his own masturbatory releases on top of that. Daisy didn’t need any additional encouragement to clean up the tasty mess, tail still wagging out behind her. If Laurence had been half mad for days, the oral attention was pushing him over that ledge. The slimy tongue dragged roughly over him again and again. He whined out the wheezy noises of a happy fox, going limp and boneless except for the hand propping his cock outward for Daisy’s enthusiastic investigations. A shot of pre oozed from his tip, only able to start its cascade downward before the eager tongue caught it. The fox felt the first twinges inside, which startled him back around to the awareness that he was getting tongued by a dog. Not his girlfriend. In blind reaction he closed his fist over his shaft, blocking the tongue that rasped against his knuckles, and then lowered his other hand to try to keep her away from his knot. “Easy, stop, no-“ He shook a little under own grip on the sensitive skin and also the doleful puppy eyes Daisy gave him. “It’s okay, you’re still a good girl, I just… Never mind.” Leaning forward so he could put one forearm between the dalmatian and his exposed, leaking, twitching privates, he tried patting the seat beside him encouragingly. It cost him an effort of will in the room soaked with bitch-in-heat, distinct from the foxy arousal he associated with Siena. “How about we just hang out for a while and I’ll give you pets. That sounds good, doesn’t it?” Daisy whined, but made as if to jump up beside him… before backing away. She chuffed questioningly, one ear cocked, and shifted her weight between one forepaw and the other. Then the dalmatian bitch, as if feeling her way through each individual step, turned away from him and raised her tail. The sight was like an elephant sitting down on his chest. Under that waving tail and pretty pink little asshole, Daisy’s vulva was puffed and red, plump with her heat. It pulled his eyes to it. Every little move the Dalmatian made shifting her weight, tiny as it was, moved it like a hypnotist’s pendulum to his eyes. Laurence realized he was making a drawn out needy whimper, and pulled his hand away from his cock before he could finish jacking himself to an orgasm. His resistance snapped like a twig. Before he knew it the fox was down on his knees on the carpet, hastily pulling his pants the rest of the way off. His underwear stayed on him, barely, dragging along ignored from his left ankle while he crawled forward to put his muzzle under the dalmatian’s tail. Laurence inhaled her heat right from the source, the dizzying perfume lofting him to cloud nine. He opened his mouth to lick it, didn’t really [i]taste[/i] it because he was so absorbed in the act and the scent, but did register the texture. Daisy’s snatch was swollen smooth with her cycle, a small irregular donut of engorged skin. She made some indeterminate happy noises, egging the fox on, and he dragged over the outside obligingly. His tongue hooked against the lower corner, lost traction and flicked up to catch in the opening which he dug into with glee. Too much. He needed to put himself in, desperately, and reared upward to his knees. Laurence jabbed against Daisy’s backside with his cock, the pointed tip bouncing against fur and skin but not catching while she rocked back against him. He managed to slow down slightly, the bare minimum to reach down and guide himself in before desperately gripping the feral dog by the hips and slamming in. At another lovemaking, he would have worked in gradually, but neither he nor evidently Daisy wanted that. He just went feral, shoving himself inside to the root with enough force to squish his sheath against her skin for an instant before his hips moved into a violent repetitive thrust. She was tight. He may have been a bit small (all the way around, and elegantly proportional, thank you very much) but Daisy couldn’t have been too much more than seventy pounds altogether and her canal was squeezed down on him like a vice and popped him back out with each backthrust as much by that pressure as anything else. If it was an uncomfortable fit for her she didn’t give any sign, bucking irregularly back toward him in a way that made the rhythm jagged and unpredictable. Laurence’s wild fucking kept up hard and fast, driven by days of marinating in her pheromones. The mental image of freaky half-feral kits still danced in his head, and unlike earlier the idea drove him onward. Right now filling a female, this female, with pups was an aphrodisiac and he envisioned her svelte middle swelling and gravid. His knot began to inflate, adding a bump to the in and out whenever it encountered her tight lips, pulling and ramming at the canine vulva until it finally got too big. With a grunt he pressed up against her, pulling her back into him as hard as he could until with a tangible pop the knot sank in, not to be removed again, and he came. Bliss. Shooting and pumping his jizz deep into her while her swollen labia trembled and clutched at the sensitive underside of his knob, and it kept going for ages as nature intended with anthro and feral locked together, until they collapsed together onto the rug with him still leaking into her. An indeterminate post-orgasmic interlude later, she licked at him affectionately and he rubbed her belly, only partly to feel himself inside and shudder a little bit more. A muffled ding grabbed Laurence’s attention. He looked around, pulled his pants to him, and clumsily fumbled his phone out of the pocket one handed so he could keep petting Daisy with the other. [color=tomato][i]meeting’s over[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]fuck I don’t remember almost any of it[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]Did you do it?[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]I spent the whole time imagining[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]that’s so hot[/i][/color] And timestamped a few minutes later. [color=tomato][i]I just fingered myself off in the company bathroom[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]I came buckets[/i][/color] A picture, angled from above/face level, showing Siena from the waist down with pants hanging onto her knees. His girlfriend’s pussy was visibly dripping into the porcelain bowl of the toilet she was seated on, with more of her honey glistening on the hand she had visible in front of it. And then the most recent one, the one [color=tomato][i]Please tell me you and Daisy actually banged[/i][/color] Daisy made a questioning little whuffle. “Just Sen checking up on us, girl. She wants to know if we had fun.” [color=goldenrod][i]We did.[/i][/color] He didn’t have to wait more than a second. [color=tomato][i]So hot[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]was it good[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod][i]Very good[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]pics?[/i][/color] He held out the phone, awkwardly trying to get an angle of his and Daisy’s lower bodies. Daisy trying to investigate the phone didn’t help, but he eventually managed a not-totally terrible shot of her cooch, pulled out slightly by his knot, and sent it. [color=tomato][i]Fuck[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]so hot[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]I need to get myself off again. Fucking marketing stats can wait[/i][/color] [color=tomato][i]Can you send video next time?[/i][/color] He nuzzled the dalmatian still clamped onto his knot between the ears. “What do you think, sweety? Should we make a movie for Siena?” Daisy made a happy whuff. [color=goldenrod][i]I can do that[/i][/color] [center]The End[/center]