Mary padded through the quiet early evening streets. Recent downpours had driven many off the streets and back home early, letting the petite white mouse seem to have much of the city to herself.

She'd gone to the gym after work and changed from her dour work clothes into a more racey outfit: a red tartan miniskirt, a low cut lacy crop top with matching arm warmers that hooked over her middle fingers and a pair of heavy boots, a collection of studs, rings and chains rimed her large rounded pink ears, a small steel and red glass bead stood out against her belly fur from a belly-button piercing. To finish the look off she had clipped a neat black leather collar around her neck, she'd found it in a boutique in a hipster part of the city and fallen in love with it regardless of it being meant for pet dogs, not that anyone could tell when you spend enough on a collar.

She was heading to *Red*, a queer punk-ish bar near the gentrified city centre, it was a holdout among the wine bars and yuppie watering holes, a barnacle on the hull of the ship of commerce.

Nodding to the bouncer she padded into the bar.
A Ghenna, a white goat, and her band were on stage setting up to do live music for the evening, even though the rain had kept the place quiet, only a handful of regulars and after work pre-commute types hanging around.

"Hay, usual?"

She smiled to the bar person, a gangly aardwolf.

"Hi Trin, please."

They made small talk while the band started to play quietly some angry folk-punk sad lesbian love songs and she sipped her drink.

Eventually she finished her drink.

"Going for your ritual ciggy?" The aardwolf enquired as the mouse stood up from where she'd leant on the bar.

"Yeah?" The mouse only smoked when she came to the bar, one or two a visit depending how social and such she felt, amounting to one or two a week.

"I brought Cerb with me, with Hox seeing their fam I couldn't leave him in the flat. Would you mind checking on him for me? I hate to ask but you both get on so well, even with the bar this quiet and Jaq on door I’d rather not dash out while Matt is on break."

"Of course I will! It's been ages since I saw Cerbs! Have you left him in the courtyard?" The mouse was already heading for the door to the loos and staff area courtyard out back.

"Life saver. Thanks!"


The courtyard was once loading bays for whatever had once occupied the large heavy stone and brick buildings surrounding it, now the bar used a narrow strip along the alley which slipped down one side of the square to store empty kegs and crates behind a sturdy fence. Behind them a large shipping container, for the art space above the bar and its neighbour, had somehow been placed and acted as a fourth wall and cut the narrow storage space off mostly from the rest of the square only a gap at its front to allow passage and use of the large container connecting the two, currently a mural of the great god Pan sitting in benediction before an eco utopia city occupied the side of the metal box facing the bar, the other side was Pan in repose, the doors were painted to look like his legs in an insinuation of spreading legs and entering his hole.
The courtyard was given over to a strange garden-like arrangement, plants, benches and even a small, surprisingly healthy, grass lawn filled the space as strange artworks jostled for attention.

She found the large white and black dog idly chomping on a sizable solid chew treat on a patch of dry grass under a large awning hung with dangling "art".

"Haaaay boooyyy!" She called to the dog as she padded over, he was on a long tether from the solid pole of the awning so had enough to stretch his legs.

Looking up the large canine started to wag as he watched the mouse girl approach, the two got on very well, far better than his owners knew in fact.

"Did your meany owner leave you all alone out here with nothing to do but play with your bone?" She started to fuss the dog who accepted the attention gladly.

"Would you like it if I played with your bone instead?" She slipped her phone out and texted Trin.

/>>> Want me to take him for a walk? I fancy one, it's not far to the park./

/>>> U sure? Ok. Ddnt now u k w a that./

That Tris still texted like they where using a numeric nine button dumb phone was remarkable given the advances in auto -correct and -complete.

Grinning to herself she grabbed the plastic holder clipped up with baggies and his shorter walking lead.

"Come on boy, let's have some fun!" She led the dog diagonally away from the bar to the opposite corner as if heading to the park via another gated entrance to the square, but before reaching the alley turned behind a large set of pots of tall grasses and bamboo, a small bench was hidden from view within. The little space made by the pots and this end of the alleyway was not visible to the bar's CCTV and the other end was covered by a closed shop, giving her some privacy.

"Ok boy. Let's have some fun!"
She dropped onto the bench and spread her legs wide.

With the ease of practice she tugged her panties to one side and held her skirt up to show the large feral her slit.

"Come on boy," she patted her inner thigh, "tasty lick!"

From her first adventure with the large dog, or any of his kin, she'd told them they'd find her tasty and to give her a lick, which over the years had simply reduced to "tasty lick" and simple training.

Cerbs was between her legs in a moment, broad flat canine tongue slathering her exposed sex, then pushing deeper into her crevice. He had no skill or care for how he ate out the mouse woman but the energetic enthusiasm only a feral dog could muster.

"Ohhhh, good boy, good boy Cerb, good boy!" She panted and reached down with her other hand, fussing the great canine's floppy ears and coaxing him further between her legs.
Her other fingers parted and played vaguely with her lips and clit as the dog licked her, tasting her fingers and deeper into her offered sex.

Reluctantly she released the dog, gently coaxing him back.

"Good boy, oh good boy Cerb, but we need to be quick."

Shuffling a couple of steps back Cerbs tail was wagging hard, he knew already what was next.

Dropping down to the floor she knelt before the large canine, thin pink tail flagging up she flicked her skirt up and tugged her panties down her thighs slightly.

"Hump me boy!" She patted her ass, again training and instinct took over the canine.

Bouncing up he landed on the mouse's back, hips rapidly thrusting as he sought his target.

In a few moments and a slight shuffling adjustment to find his mark, the tip of his cock met her lips and forced itself into the warm waiting mouse pussy.

"Ohhh, good boy, hump me, good boy, fuck me..."

She held onto the bench seat as his forepaws gripped her hips. Rapid desperate canine thrusts pushed his solid cock into the mouse's desperately waiting cunt, filling her just right, in a way no man could - morphic canine or other morphology.

She reached down and stroked her lips as the feral dog fucked her raw, his large swinging balls occasionally hitting her thigh, heavy body on her back, hot breath on her neck.

She /loved/ feral dogs.

How hot their cocks were, how enthusiastic and animal they were in their mating.

He fucked her hard and fast, looking only get his seed in her as fast as possible.

A small orgasm rolled over her, bringing a soft gasping moan to her lips.

She quickened her efforts on her lips, ferals never lasted long before they tied. He'd only tie for a couple of minutes afterwards too.
Five inches of feral cock pistoned into the mouse's sex, his flaccid knot occasionally kissing her lips.

"Come on, come on boy, tie me. Cum for me..." She knew he had no idea what she was saying but it made her feel good.

It was only a few moments more before she felt his thrusts change, her lips spread wide and quickly her cunt start to fill with his irregular egg shaped knot. Feeling the fist splatter of watery hot canine cum gush into her she bit down on her forearm as she came properly. Her fingers brushing her swollen lips as the canine above her jerked her slightly as he tested the tie with a few more thrusts.

"Ohhh, good boy... Good boy" she sagged against the bench panting in time with the dog.

After a moment she felt him shift and start to try and turn, one leg then another awkwardly shuffling over her as she knelt there.

"Oh fuck, good boy..." Another small aftershock orgasm washed over her leaving her panting.
She adored how uneven his knot was and how slightly crooked his cock was, different positions rubbed her insides in interesting and fun ways, turning just ground him hard against the internal parts of her clitoris.

She could feel his fuzzy black ball sack resting against her ass as he emptied them of his hot watery dog cum deep into her.

Reaching back she started to stroke and massage over her straining lips, occasionally brushing her fingers over the root of the canine's cock. A couple of fingers pushed slightly into her sex and felt the base of swollen lobes of his knot holding her in place.

"Oh fuck good boy. You must have been needy, I feel so full." She knew he wasn't listening and didn't understand but saying it all out loud and in such a public space simply made it all the hotter.
She worked over her lips, sliding over and occasionally tweaking them, putting pressure on the long internal legs of her clit over directly stroking the small hooded nub protruding externally.

After a minute or two she felt him start to tug and jerk as his knot shrank down. Sliding fingers inside of herself she could just feel his knot trying to pull free. Desperately she started to work over her lips with greater urgency as he tugged and pulled at her.
With a deep breath she relaxed and felt his knot tug free, a moment later he dragged the rest of his cock out of her, a warm trail of feral dog cum dragging down her vagina.
Almost as soon as his pointed tip left her she had two fingers dipping into her sex feeling his hot seed splattered within.
She came harder this time. Her thin pink fleshy tail flicking as she muffled a squeak in the crook of her elbow.

Panting the hand working her sex slid from her hole, pulled her panties back in place to catch the feral dogs cum as some would ooze out over time, something she’d learned from many years of being a dog lover, she knelt in place a moment.

"Good boy. Good boy..." She adjusted herself and stood, slightly shaky from the hurried fuck and from kneeling on the hard floor.

"You taste so good, you know? I'm sure you do, given your enthusiasm for licking yourself..." She smiled down at the feral canine, who was licking his shaft as it slipped back into his sheath.

She sucked and licked the cum she'd gathered on her fingers.

"Come on, let's go for a walk. Maybe tomorrow I can see you again, would you like that?" She fussed the feral as she grabbed his lead before starting towards the gate and thence the park, a spring in her step.