Pablo had always been a good boy, but then what dog isn't?  Morgan knew he was certainly, which was one of the reasons he had been so eager to dogsit him when his owner had to leave town for a week.  A whole week with the cutest crossbreed mutt he had ever met.
In the new apartment, Pablo sniffed around the place checking every fresh scent of Morgan there was on literally everything, the bed, the living room and the kitchen.  He was a fluffy boy of black, brown and caramel fur, a mix between a german shepherd and a border collie.  His face was very alsatian, but his body was collie-sized with his head reaching up to Morgan's crotch exactly, which suited Morgan just fine.
The werewolf always cut a striking look anywhere he went, his stark silver fur contrasted by the long black happy trail that went from his muzzle to his crotch.  His sharp blue hair and beard matched the colour of his nose, making him both cute and handsome at the same time.
	"Alright boy," the wolf-anthro bent down to the dog, "how about sum dinner 'fore we start the fun, yeah?"
Pablo barked wagging his tail, yapping a few more times before he did a little back-and-forth swish of his body showing his eagerness as Morgan went to the kitchen and brought out the good stuff.  No dog food for this pup, a nice chunk of fresh ham that he cut up with a skinning blade.
The mutt started whimpering behind him, staring up at the strong rippling back of the bare-chested wolf who only wore a pair of jeans.  Pablo was always full of energy, somewhat nervous around most people when outside of his owner's home, but for some reason he really liked Morgan.  Something his owner was surprised at, but was helped by Morgan giving him some secret fun and coaxing the pupper to his graces.
	"There ya are cutie."  He thunked down a bowl of thick ham slices.  "Call that yer last meal, bet you didn't think you'd get one eh?"
The dog went to town on his food, attacking it with his snout like a shark stabbing through a school of fish as he devoured the meat in seconds.  Morgan chuckled at his rapacious hunger, making himself some food of his own with some chicken sandwiches he had made earlier in the day.
He also left a bowl of water for Pablo for anytime he needed it, the mutt gladly drinking up some after his filling meal whilst Morgan headed over to the living room, slumped down on the couch, and put on the TV.  Flicking on the screen was Pablo himself, lifting his rear before a video camera as in the shot came Morgan's lower body.
	"Hey sexy boy," said the voice on the screen, "been waiting long?"
	"He totally has," said a second voice, "since you first came round he's been begging me to bring you back here."
	"That's cuz he's my li'l puppy hubby...arentcha Pablo?"
The Pablo on the TV barked, hiking up his ass with a very eager pant as he showed off his winking hole, a spotted pink pucker between his thick fluffy hairs.  Morgan's past self pulled at the dog's tail and pressed his thick wolfy sheath against the mutt's ring.  Already half his cock was coming out, along with Pablo's own underneath, before Morgan shoved himself inside with a soft whimpering from the feral.
	"Ohhhh...fffuuuuuck Pablo...hhhaah, daddy missed you."
Morgan almost lost himself between finishing his food and contemplating a good stroke, before he remembered the real Pablo who padded up to him licking his lips.  The wolf smiled at the mutt, whose ears flopped into a half-mast on either side before Morgan patted the seat beside him.  The pupper yapped with ears pricking up as he leapt onto the seat and stuffed his snout against the wolf's ear with happy licks and nuzzles.
	"Haha, damn somebody's eager eh?"
The anthro turned to the feral and puckered his lips, letting Pablo lick across them as Morgan made it a kiss.  The shepherd/collie slurped his tongue thick into Morgan's mouth, slobbering a happy drool across the tongue as the wolf suckled on the hot canine breath, fresh with ham as he flapped his tongue over and over across the anthro's inner cheeks.
Soon Pablo started to slow down, letting Morgan take over as his hands slipped over the dog's head and stroked over his ears.  Their tongues danced thicker against each other, wet hot suckling smooches with an oozing of thick saliva that both of them drank together, the sounds of their fucking in the past playing over the TV with grunting snorts and cheerful whimpers.
	"Fuck you really love my dog huh?" said Pablo's owner off-screen.
	"I'd marry this li'l pup if I could," said Previous Morgan, "I wanna do everything to him...I wanna fuck him til his last breath, an' even then I won't stop fucking."
	"Mmmph...god that's really fucking hot, you'd really do it?"
	"Yeah dude.  I love your Pablo, you leave me alone with him...I'll fuck him dead, an' he knows he wants it too, right boy?"
Pablo from the past barked louder, yapping as he looked up at Morgan pounding him even harder from behind.  In the present however, Morgan had buried his tongue to the depths of Pablo's throat and sucked his sweet doggy breath, the dog closing his eyes in a fond little growl of bliss before they finally parted with thick webs of saliva trickling down their chins.
	"I meant whut I said boy," the wolf muttered, "all I want from you is yer sexy li'l corpse to be mine."
The mutt cocked his head in a strange whimper before he panted again.
	"Yeah?  You want it too boy?  Cuz you were never leavin' my place alive, your owner knew that too."
Morgan pulled him close again and pressed Pablo's head to his beating bare chest.
	"He wants me to kill you.  You want it too, dontcha?  It's all you mutts are good fer, nothin' but pleasin' men, everyone of you good dogs only gonna go one way, an' that's dyin' on this."
He unzipped his pants and allowed to sprout forth his plumpening sheath.  Pablo knew his place, and gladly savoured it as he licked across Morgan's naked belly with his hot wet tongue.  Sliding down closer towards the half-chub of wolfy meat, he started slurping around the rim with occasional laps along the happy trail.
Pablo's wet cold nose soothed Morgan greatly, snuffling sniffles and slobbering whimpers along his abs.  The dog even went up to the nipples, the mutt peppering them in hot licks to make the wolf moan in bliss before Pablo went back down to slurping around the rim of the anthro's cock.  The porno Morgan had made with Pablo's owner had now shifted angles, showing the german shepherd/collie on his back getting plowed deep on a bed.
The werewolf shuddered from the sweet tongue, thick and dexterous in sliding around the top as the swelling dick sprouted through to welcome him.  Sometimes Pablo slobbered on the furry balls, nuzzling them with his own growing erection and his tail wagging happily.  Morgan petted his head as the dog kept licking, never stopping, a constant barrage of hot canine tongue across every single inch that grew.
	"Ohhhhh...yeaaaah thassa good boy," he muttered leaning his head back, "ohhhh Pablo I'm gonna love yer last breath on my dick.  Fuck, you beautiful boy."
Morgan was pent-up to such that he almost spurted there and then in Pablo's face, hot streams of bulging pre that turned thick across the doggie snout and sprayed him as he kept licking away, even faster than before once he got the taste of his salty milk.  Ever since their first meet Pablo had shown what he was, a cockslut to a superior male by the many times he sniffed, nuzzled and slathered at Morgan's cock every time he came over.
It was a simple fact of life, that all dogs belonged beneath and none would ever question it with those such as Pablo existing.  His natural subby urge and his need to be used was precious, his ears twitching like radars around him as Morgan scritched his head and pushed his cock harder against the mutt's face to drizzle his head in fresh pre.
	"God you're such a good boy," gasped Morgan, "I don't wanna stop...but I need to or else we can't get to the real fun."
Pushing the dog away reluctantly, Morgan stood up and turned off the TV with his cock still out and dripping.  Pablo whimpered with sad pleading eyes that broke the wolf's heart, heading to the bedroom and patting the bed as the mutt jumped straight on top of the covers.  Much to Morgan's brief dismay, Pablo had found a dildo that was left out and tried to steal it from the wolf.
	"Hey-ey no, noooo you getting my dick tonight yer not using that."
When he tried to take it from Pablo, the dog pulled back with a playful snarl, rolling his head back and forth in a tug of war as Morgan couldn't help but laugh at the mutt playing hard to get.  Pulling the dildo hard, the tough rubbery shaft stretched between his hands and the dog's teeth as Pablo pushed his claws in the duvet and tugged back with a louder snarl.
It was only when Morgan let go that Pablo dropped the dildo.  Then he barked twice, looking up at the wolf then back to the dildo as if expecting him to play with it.
	"C'mon Pabs, you wanna play with that ol' thing when you got my big boy right here?"
He offered his cock proudly to Pablo whose eyes widened with intrigue, the dog crawling across the bedsheets with foxy little paws stomping in front of him so he could reach the pulsing wolf's spear.  A few more licks would keep him occupied as Morgan shuffled off his pants, then moved himself onto the bed beside him.
	"I been wantin' to do this since the day I met you."
Rolling Pablo onto his back, the werewolf grinned and moved on top of him, resting his loins either side of the mutt's face with his girthy dick splayed across the snout in a 69 position.  At its fullest it was a monstrous 13 inches, including the knotted base as Pablo licked around it still eager and willing.
Pulling back his hips and using his hand, Morgan angled his shaft carefully into the dog's maw as Pablo opened wide in eager understanding.
	"Aaahhhh...ohhhh that's a good boy."
The soft sounds of the feral choking made him spurt into Pablo's gullet, the fluffy doggy's head now pushed against the bed as he slowly but surely hilted inside the shepherd/collie.  Pablo had done this a few times before in wanting to please Morgan, but this was the first time he ever did it on his back, and he found it difficult to breathe as his puffing whimpers turned slightly frantic.  In front of Morgan's face was Pablo's own full erection, a cute pulsing 8 inches from his toffee-furred sheath.
	"Get yerself comfy pup," the wolf grinded his crotch into the dog's face, "one way or another, you ain't leavin' this place alive."
Hearing this, Pablo squirted on Morgan's face with a gleeful whine, trying to suck off his new boyfriend and master who would promptly deepthroat him in turn as hard as he could.  Slowly he built a rhythm, the werewolf's balls slapping against Pablo's pre-stained face as gaspng sounds came thicker from his throat, soft choking noises that made him spurt even harder.
Morgan gripped the pupper's own meat and started sucking him, the hot rich taste of salty doggy cock much easier to pump down on than the massive pillar of flesh he violated Pablo's throat with.  The bed started to creak, shaking with his pounding thrusts that turned more and more ruthless.  At first he glided along the dog's tongue, letting Pablo get used to it for a bit as the mutt struggled to try and suck.
But then Morgan fucked harder.  Pablo in turn spurted thicker in the wolf's throat, savouring the abuse of his throat with tail wagging fast, the whimpering moans interlaced with hard choking grunts as Morgan punched down with his hips.  His bollocks hammered with stinging blows upon Pablo's face, the mutt's paws kicking up either side of the wolf as his instinctive urges to struggle were fought against.
	"Mmmmh...mmmmhhhh," Morgan popped his mouth free from the mutt's dick, "yeah thassa good boy, you doin' the right thing lettin' me kill you...just too damn sexy to live."
Thumping harder until the bed slammed against the floor, Morgan punched the dog's head into the covers with strangled sounds briefly escaping the mutt's throat.  He felt the drool starting to pool from the dog's lips, burbling up and filling Pablo's gullet as his struggle to breathe almost claimed him at last.
Every slam of Morgan's cock caused more drool to splash out over his sheets and thighs, a high-pitched whimper signalling Pablo's very-near-last breath as Morgan got ahead of himself.  He couldn't stop himself cumming, a small pang of regret filling his heart as he blasted his cum into the not-yet-dead mixed-mutt.
	"A-AAAAH, DAMMIT, ohhh F-FUCK Pablo, ohhh you're such a good boy!"
Indeed he was.  Pablo's eyes started to glaze over, swallowing back his drool and the thick loads of wolfy cum that poured down and filled his canine tummy.  The soft fur grinding against Morgan's coarser hairs made the wolf shiver in the dog's heat, as Pablo's paws fell limp, and his fat-knoted cock shot off a thick hefty spray of jizz on Morgan's neck.
	"KHAAH, hah, hhhahaha, damn boy you were needin' it bad."
He stayed inside Pablo's throat a little while longer, making sure he pumped him full.  When he pulled out with a hefty shlorp and a thick line of drool down the mutt's front, he saw the dog was still breathing with a soft heave from his chest.  He was however unconscious, suffocated to his limit as he gently rolled aside.
	"God, didn't do it hard enough," he muttered, "but fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing...hmmm."
An idea came to him when he saw the mutt's ears softly twitch.  They were beautiful ears, not floppy like a cow but just loose enough to hang with crooked bents that gave him such character.  He smiled to himself and went to cool off and recharge his energies with some normal TV and a snack.
An hour passed before Pablo woke up with a start, the sound of a yapping snort as he rolled off the bed and fell to the floor clumsily.  The taste of cum was fresh on his tongue still as he sniffed the air looking for Morgan, skipping to the living room and wagging his tail the moment he saw him.
	"Heeeey there's my sexy boy," the wolf waved from the couch sipping a beer.  "Sorry I didn't kill you already, got a bit ahead of myself.  But this time."
He put down his drink and showed his cock slipping out of his sheath again.
	"I'm ending yer sexy little ass."
The dog yapped with a greater glee than ever before, barking so loud he jumped slightly and did a few spins showing his desperate need before he turned and lifted his tail.
	"Hahaha, no no, not up there Pabs."
Morgan tapped his skull with a growing grin and pulled out his phone.
	"I wanna give yer owner a special gift.  Sit."
Pablo sat obediently, still half-erect in his sheath between his legs as Morgan placed the smartphone on a table in front of the dog.
	"This'll help fer when I stuff you too...yer gonna look perfect when I taxidermise ya too."
Pressing record, the werewolf stepped over to beside Pablo, making sure the screen caught the dog's head and his own cock next to him.  He grabbed Pablo's ear firm with a slight yelp as he grinned placing his shaft next to the furry lug.
	"Say goodbye boy.  Daddy won't miss you, an' neither is yer owner.  It's what you always deserved."
Pablo agreed with a panting yap, a soft little bark and a happy wag of his tongue before he felt Morgan slip his cock inside his ear.  He wasn't going to be gentle, aiming himself once he lined up to the aural canal, and thrust suddenly inside the mutt's skull.
	"OHHH FFFFUUUCK!"
The shrieking yelp that came from Pablo made him spurt the first pre into the dog's head, a tortured-sounding moan from the collie-breed-shep as the odd conflicting twist of pain and pleasure thumped into his head and cracked apart his earbones.
Feeling deaf in one ear, his other cocked up in frantic need to catch the sounds of Morgan fucking his skull with a thick squishing creak of bone and tissue.  Pablo shivered with a hard twitch as the wolf pumped deeper past the stirrup, grinding through the cochlea that he tore open like a fresh virgin hole.  The dog flopped his deafened ear on top of his boyfriend-master's meat, the swelling knot of the wolf's lance bulging with threatening force against the lughole.
	"MMMMMPH...ohhhh...that's a good boy...ohhhh you're such a good boy Pablo, you wish I killed ya sooner?"
A soft desperate bark escaped from the mutt in eager agreement, tail clearly wagging despite the intense anguish of being skullfucked hard.
	"You always begged for it didntcha?  Yeah...I shoulda raped you the fuck to death the first day we met, li'l puppy hubby."
Morgan grabbed his beloved's head with both hands and suddenly impaled him on his dick.  One last sound came from Pablo before he was silenced forever, a sweet yelp of thank-you as the wolf's knot tore his ear open, and fucked him deep into the brain.
Pablo started twitching on camera, like he was suffering a violent epilepsy as all his limbs spasmed and struggled with a grizzling sound of death in his throat, drooling from his teeth when his eyes rolled up his head.  Blood started dripping from his wet nose, along with a thicker watery grey of his brain matter being sloshed around with his lover's cock.
The wolf sighed hearing the dog give his final moments, smiling as he stroked Pablo's head and kept fucking deep into his mind.  The warm slush of a dog's brain felt like porridge over his meat, the sounds of a faint squishing heard within the cranium as he fucked and thrust and angled his cock in different ways to make sure every single part of Pablo's brain, would be raped to worthless mush.
It was almost liberating for both of them, Morgan imagining all of the hopes and dreams this worthless mutt had.  All the memories of his owner and the happy life he had before realising his true destiny, to be a snuffwhore for a superior wolf.  All those dreams were now smothered over Morgan's dick, all those memories were now scrubbed thoroughly clean by the hot potent murderjizz that sprayed all over the inside of the mixed-breed's skull.
	"HHHhhhohhhhh!  F-f-f-fffffuck, ffuuuuuck Pablo...such a good boy for daddy."
His cum filled the entirety of Pablo's head, pouring out of his ears both sides with the blood to make a sweet pinkish goo, down his eyes and out his nostrils to make him look bukkake'd.  A whore to the end on camera, as Morgan kept his dick twitching hard with its swollen knot twisting against Pablo's earhole, before he wrenched himself free with a hard pop, which threw the mutt down to the ground in a crumpled heap.
	"NNNGH!  Fucking damn...hohhh...ohhh yer owner's gonna love you when I get you mounted."
A few last spurts of seed painted Pablo's face, still and lifeless, his eyes glazing over with a blank expression.  Walking over to the phone, Morgan carefully saved the file, and texted Pablo's owner.

	MortXL - hey dude. got bad news.
	A.F - Shit, what happened?
	MortXL - {Sending "GoodBoy.mp4"}
	A.F - Holy FUCK!!!
	A.F - DUDE!!!!
	MortXL - whut? told you i would
	A.F - You really killed him...fuck, you killed my Pablo
	MortXL - how long you had him for?
	A.F - 10 years...fuck
	A.F - That was the hottest fucking thing I've EVER seen
	MortXL - he was a good boy
	MortXL - thanks for lettin me have him
	A.F - No problem dude!! ^^ God I'm jerking so hard
	MortXL - you welcome. wish i'd raped him sooner
	A.F - Fucking SAME!! you still gonna use him>
	MortXL - fuck yeah. when you get back, will have a gift for you