Let's be real here though, after watching this movie who didn't expect to see this happen from someone? Mitzi was so horny in that movie, the idea was just too damn tempting... I'm just a squirrel, I can only take so much before I give in ;P
So yeah, some more Queens Corgi art, I told all of you that I would post more, I told you!!!
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Take Me, Stud Muffin!
Rex ran. He ran faster than he'd ever run before in his life. Of course, given that his life had mostly been spent as a lapdog in a palace, this wasn't very fast at all. Plus he was a corgi, a breed known for their stubby legs and short stature. It was probably this combination of factors that ultimately led to his escape attempt failing miserably.
He'd been trying to free himself from his own merchandise room, surrounded by cups, plush toys, commemorative plates and pez-dispensers all bearing his likeness as the Top Dog of Buckingham palace. The reason he wished to leave what had been, until that day, a shrine to his magnificence was just a few feet behind him. The bitch known as Mitzi (Or possibly Mitzy, he hadn't really been focused on getting the spelling right) was a fellow corgi of American descent who had been rather intent on descending with him since the moment they'd met about... oh an hour ago. How she was able to outpace him he couldn't tell, but she had the strength of a doberman in that tiny body of hers, and the determination of a robotic Labrador sent back in time specifically to breed him.
Which, in a way, was exactly the case. Apparently she'd been bought over from America (wherever that was, probably some small former colony somewhere) to find a mate of suitable stature to sire some presidential pups. As one of only two eligible bachelors in the palace (and by far the most eligible in his humble opinion) it hadn't exactly been a surprise when she'd immediately chosen him to fill the role, and her. The fact that he, the Top Dog, hadn't even considered whelping pups before now didn't seem to matter one iota. It was just assumed he'd do so as part of his duties. And they were talking about shipping him off to another country! Probably one that didn't even have tea!
He'd tried to talk things over, he'd tried to let her down gently. He'd tried to flee and that had got him where he was now; trapped beneath a cardboard box, running headlong at a door to bust it open and give him some new avenue of escape. Sadly however, he was a palace pooch, had no idea where he was going, and had another dog riding his box and slowing him down. So when he hit the door he did not, as he had hoped, knock it open and escape to freedom, but instead bounce rather comically off it like a brown and white tennis ball,tumbling head-over-tail in a small explosion of cardboard and Rex beanie-babies.
*THUD!*
The next thing he knew he was flat on his back on the cold floor,staring up at the pale cream ceiling above, his head spinning and very slightly concussed from its meeting with several inches of solid oak door. His legs kicked feebly at the air, in the way of an upended turtle, as he struggled to flip himself back over. He had to get up before-
*WHUMP!*
"Gotcha, cowboy!"
A sudden weight slammed down on his chest as Mitzi, remarkably quick on the recovery, pounced upon him, neatly slamming him to the ground and making it impossible for him to get up. His eyes went wide as he stared up at the wickedly grinning face now merely an inch away, the bitch almost crowing with triumph,, her fur tousled and her breathing heavy.
"Nice try, but you can't ever beat a Texas bitch!"
She was pink. So pink. Astoundingly, garishly, almost offensively pink. What had her owners even been thinking? Had they been thinking? Surely nobody would dress up a perfectly fine bitch like that on purpose? She was wearing a vest so bright pink that it seemed to tinge the very air with the color; had a blush of the shade dusted into her cheeks; and, most incredibly, wore lipstick -actual lipstick!- that gleamed and glimmered like pale pink pearl. The whole sight was almost mesmerizing as her gaze bored into him, making him swallow nervously, his mouth suddenly dry. He had to put a stop to this madness, and do it now. He couldn't let himself be a victim of some girl's crazed instincts.
"Now look, I know... well I've heard, that heat can drive a dog to do mad things. You... you're obviously not yourself... an I'm sure you don't want to do anything you'll regret in the morning. So perhaps it would be best all-round if we just cooled it for a moment and-"
"Oh I'm hot, loverboy, just not in heat. Otherwise I'd be really wild."
"Aah. Wait... you mean all this was calm and reasonable behavior?"
"Nahhh! That was fun! Didn't think one of you posh palace pups'd have it in ya to try soemthin' like this. Guess I did make the right choice after all huh? I like a guy with a little fire in him!"
Rex lay there, dumbfounded. What kind of bitch was she? Certainly he'd always been an... enthusiastic pup, especially in his youth, but he'd always been chastised for being too energetic, playing games and not taking things seriously. It was unthinkable to have someone just... cavorting about the palace like this, chasing after him like some mad march hare. How did you even deal with such crazed exuberance?
It didn't help that she was currently balanced very neatly atop him; she was just a hair smaller than he was, though curvaceous enough to outweigh him significantly. And in terms of sheer strength he really didn't know what she spent her days doing, but it must have been a damn sight more taxing than fetching slippers. And now she was wriggling and wobbling, trying to keep her balance on his chest, her paws shifting about uncomfortably as she attempted to keep all four of them off the floor, succeeding in putting at least two of them in some very awkward spots as she kept smiling down at him.
"So... about our little... arrangement. Now you're all fired up, you sure you don't wanna have a little fun with lil' old me?"
"No!"
"No, you're not sure?"
"No I... yes?"
"Oh you do want to?"
"What...? No I... I'm sure I don't want to... want to... whatever with you!"
"Oh really now? 'cause I'm getting some mixed signals here sugarcube..."
This assertion took Rex off guard for a moment as he tried to puzzle out what exactly she was talking about. It didn't take long however as a subtle shift of her body made him yelp, a frisson of unexpected sensitivity shooting up his spine. With a burst of sudden horror the supine canine realized that he was... indecent. When had that happened to him? Why had it happened at all? It had to be this totally inappropriate position he'd found himself in; being so close to someone else in such an unbecoming position was... odd and sparked feelings in him that he didn't quite know how to describe. And being visibly aroused... and having someone aware of that fact was utterly mortifying.
Rex wished he could just sink through the floor and vanish, leaving the lust-crazed bitch behind and extracting him from this entire strange and confusing situation. He could feel himself growing hot, blushing madly beneath his fur at the insanity of it all. Yesterday he had been patrolling the gardens for rogue squirrels, how did he end up like this just a few hours later? He couldn't say, but there he was, flat on his back, spread-eagled and with a very,very eager bitch grinding increasingly firmly against him.
The constant stimulation was making it hard for him to think; he'd been aroused certainly, but ti wasn't long before he was throbbing, almost painfully erect. He wasn't given a moment to collect his thoughts; every second or two Mitzi would rub against him, burying his sensitive shaft in her soft, pale stomachfur and sending a shiver up his spine.. He could feel a hot dampness between them and he was pretty sure that both of them were contributing to it. It didn't help that this was his first time with anyone, he didn't even paw off that often! He struggled to raise some objection, but his jaws seemed stuck. He made to protest but his partner ground up against him again and his reply died in his throat, emerging as a pathetic whimper.
"So... is that your answer? 'cause if it is, I'll take it... in more ways than one..."
"I... would be most obliged if you were to get off of me and we continued this conversation in a more appropriate uh... position."
"Really now? But is that what you want?"
Rex couldn't bring himself to say anything. Mitzi smiled triumphantly, jumping to her feet and standing over him, her face pressed up against his, nose-to-nose. Her tail was wagging furiously, nearly turned to a blur of brown fur as her entire body seemed to be almost vibrating with constrained energy. The prone male had a very definite feeling that he was far from the most riled up one present as he found his gaze slipping downward to where a very practiced and confident pair of hips carefully moved into position. Without any weight holding it down anymore his twitching length pointed boldly skyward, its tapered tip now aimed squarely at a warm and inviting target. The bitch was so hot and eager she was literally dripping on him, glistening spots of her arousal landing softly on his dick before sliding down, leaving glistening trails on it. He had only a few seconds to admire the sight before he heard a confident growl in his ear.
"Yeah, thought so. Alright hot stuff, brace yourself 'cause I'm gonna show ya how we do things in the land of life, love and liberty!"
*SMACK!*
Rex stiffened like a board, his whole body going rigid at the sudden sensation of warmth wrapping around his thick length. It took him a moment to register what had happened to him as a sudden firework of pleasure exploded between his legs. Mitzi had simply slammed her hips down onto him, driving every inch of his canine member into her hot tunnel in a second, hilting him inside. The force of the impact made his whole body shake, his legs kicking at the empty air as the bitch above him howled in pleasure, throwing her head back and yapping.
"Nnngh! Yeahhhh! That's what momma wants! C'mon now Rexy boy, lemme have it!"
Before the top dog could muster a response Mitzi shifted again, kicking herself upwards in one smooth, rapid stroke. Rex felt himself leave her, his length pulled free with a lewd, wet sound until only the very tip of it remained inside that blissfully tight tunnel. The two pulled apart and, for a moment, the prone male was gifted the sight of his throbbing length, utterly soaked with feminine need, glistening between them. Then the bitch's hips descended again, once more burying his bone in a tight, hot passage.
"Nnnnf!"
"Hooo yeah! Right in there! Breed me good, loverpup!"
The second, deep, hot thrust was just as ecstatically pleasing as the first, forcing a pleasured moan from the still shocked corgi, his brain seemingly unable to register what was happening to him. This time there was no pause before his mate pulled back to the tip again, no break before she slammed back down onto him, a wet, sticky sound echoing out across the cavernous room as he felt his heavy balls slap up against a warm, wet taint.
*Smack! Slap! Squish! Smack!*
The sounds of the mating pair grew louder and rapidly more frenzied. It was as if the bitch of the duo had indeed been deep in heat from the very start, despite her denials. Certainly she needed no warmup, immediately riding her partner in a frenzy of thrusts and bucks. Rex felt himself being repeatedly and firmly pushed into the floor as the bitch above him him rode his cock with practiced expertise. He half expected something to break, his length plunging in and out of a tight, wet tunnel, feeling it gripping and squeezing him, trying to pull him in deeper.
Rex couldn't speak. He could barely grunt each time a cushiony impact slammed down onto his cock, burying it deep in the tight, welcoming warmth. The whole experience was just too intense; he'd never endured anything even remotely like it. He was sure that mating wasn't supposed to be so... energetic. And yet Mitzi showed not even the slightest sign of tiring or slowing down. She just kept right at it, pounding away atop him as if she were having the time of her life. For his part he was horrified and astounded in equal measure. From what little he'd managed to gather about mating he'd always seen it as a rather low-key affair full of romance and stuff like that.
But this... this was astounding. It was fucking, breeding, raw sexual desire and passion. For all her faults his partner did have that going for her. She was like a force of nature, like the primal instinctive need of all dogs to mate distilled down into one exceptionally horny individual. He was utterly powerless to resist, borne along like a leaf in a raging torrent heading out to sea. An ocean of pleasure washed over him, smothering any lingering feelings of doubt or concern, any worries about impropriety. Exactly how long the maddened mating continued he couldn't tell; his mind fused with pleasure, time losing all meaning. It could have been a few minutes, it could have been the best part of an hour, all he knew was that he was flat on his back, coat soaked with sweat as he watched his newly minted mate ride him, her mouth agape, tongue lolling as she panted and moaned and yapped. In the back of his mind Rex marveled that she could be so into the act and yet conscious enough to stay atop him and not simply collapse into a puddle of mindless pleasure.
"Come on sugar! Give it to me! Knot me, tie me, fill me, breed me! Stop holding back and take me, stud muffin!"
Two paws slammed down on his chest, Mitzi getting into more of a sitting position as she changed her pace. Now she was moving more slowly, but more deliberately too. A sudden new sensation assaulted the pinned male, a slapping squeezing pressure at the very base of his cock. Through bleary eyes he squinted to see what was happening between his legs, noting the sudden bulge at his base. During the frenzied breeding hit knot had begun to grow, and now his partner was slamming her hips down onto it with increasing eagerness, determined to force it inside her no matter what. The growing pressure made him throw his head back in bliss, unable to do anything but lie back and let the bitch have her way with him.
"Just... A... Little... Bit... More...!"
He could feel his body moving on its own now, his hips bucking needily upwards into the warm embrace of his partner, seeking to assist her in burying his swollen knot deep inside her tight slit. He was powerless against endless generations of instinct coursing through his veins, the pair fucking like a duo of moon-crazed wolves as their frenzy entered its final stages, the last few vigorous thrusts before climax. Rex could feel his balls, hot and heavy and churning as they pulled up against him, ready to loose their load. Yet as utterly, completely blissed out as he was, Rex knew somehow that there was just one thing missing, one last requirement before he could blow his load, seed his bitch and experience the joyous pinnacle of orgasm. He didn't even have to name the thought as Mitzi slammed down onto him one final time, throwing her entire weight and strength into the thrust as she pressed between his legs, his body responding in kind as he bucked up into her. For a second it seemed as if the tie wouldn't take, the bitch's tight opening stretched to its limit as it struggled to accommodate Rex's massive girth. Then there was a sudden *pop!* and the last few inches of canine cock buried themselves deep within a tight and twitching pussy.
"UNNNNFFFF! That's it! Gimmie every drop loverboy! Fucking fill me!"
Rex's eyes went wide, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints as he felt a sudden pressure camp down over every inch of his cock like a velvet vice. Mitzi's well toned muscles gripped him, holding him inside her as his hips twitched and spasmed. His shaft throbbed, twitching and jerking inside its delightful prison, once, twice, three time before it let loose a blast of burning hot seed.
"Nnngh!"
The thick load shot from his shaft like water from a busted hydrant. It poured into his mate in hot, sticky bursts, filling her up just as she'd desired, seeding and breeding her as the climaxing male went completely stiff. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he simply lay there, mouth open, gasping like a stranded fish as he felt himself emptying into the bitch above him. After all that had happened to lead him up to this moment, his mind simply couldn't handle a peak of such magnitude. All the pleasure he'd given himself with his own paws over the years was nothing in comparison to what he was experiencing now, the astounding reality of the whole crazy situation now utterly beyond comprehension as his mind dissolved into pure, white-hot pleasure.
He was dimly aware of a blooming hot wetness between his legs as Mitzi's love tunnel filled to capacity and began to leak over the pair of them, pressurized spurts of seed shooting out even past the incredibly tight tie they maintained. And still Rex continued to release, his length being eagerly, almost hungrily milked by tight, rippling contractions along its length at two canine forms lost themselves in pure instinct, letting their bodies do what came naturally.
It was quite some time before either stopped panting and moaning, and longer still before their bodies were still and spent, rising exhaustion gradually overcoming dwindling lust. And yet still they twitched and squirmed, Rex's cock still shooting despite having released every last drop of his load, being answered in kind by Mitzi's eager sex, seemingly wanting even more from him despite being utterly stuffed with seed. Reality was very slow indeed to return to the pair as the world slowly seeped back into the warm, pleasant and isolated space they'd made for themselves.
Mitzi, of course, was the first to recover, slowly scrambling to her feet and sitting atop her new mate. struggling to catch her breath. Her jacket was askew and her makeup smudged, quite a considerable amount of it now on Rex. The prone corgi had the very definite feeling that, when he had climaxed and filled his bitch, it wasn't just her that had been claimed. The realization of what exactly he'd done hit him like a bucket of ice water to the face.
He hadn't managed to evade Mitzi at all He'd just bred her! Mated her! What had he been thinking? Had he been thinking? What was he going to do now? He'd let himself get completely carried away in the heat of the moment and now there was no telling what would happen. And for the life of him he still couldn't figure out exactly how he'd let himself get talked into such a mess. At what point had he gone from trying to talk things over to fucking a bitch's brains out?
"Wow. I'm a better judge of character than I thought. Whaddya say to round two, 'Top Dog'?"
"W... what?"
His train of thought was utterly derailed by a light lick to his snout. It was Mitzi, of course, still staring down at him, though more tenderly than he remembered earlier. She was looking even more ruffled than before, her coat soaked with sweat and scruffled in places where his paws had stroked through it in their earlier frenzy. The sight was... not entirely unwelcome now that he thought about it. How could she possibly have any energy left after a performance like that? And yet, he felt himself twitch at the thought, his body still very much remembering the peak of pleasure it had only just recently vacated. She snickered at the confused look on his face and gave him another lick.
"Not yet huh? Alright, take five. After that ride I could really do with a pizza myself. Meat lover's of course."
"A... a pizza?"
"Never had one sugar? Not even a slice?"
"I shouldn't think so."
"How's that possible? It's like not knowing what hamburgers are!"
"Hamburgers?"
"Oh honey, we gotta get you some takeout. Because It'll blow your mind..."
* * * * * * * * *
Charlie, second in line to the title of Top Dog, padded careful down the hallway, following a trail of scuffled carpet and thumbtacks to a large, closed door. Evidently Rex and his... paramour had ended up here after the... initial meeting. Good.
He chuckled to himself. He had just finished having some fun being very mean to a squirrel when nobody had been looking. That fact was all you really needed to know about him. It also hinted at why he was smiling in an entirely humorless fashion as he surveyed the scattered mess that had once been neat piles of Rex merchandise. It was nearly midnight. Surely whatever had happened... had happened. Now he just had to investigate the aftermath and see just how badly the... alliance had gone.
The door opened easily enough from the outside, swinging open to reveal a scene of carnage beyond. he entire room looked as if it had been turned upside down. The corgi had expected some... energy from the American bitch, but hadn't imagined anything like this. Had she killed him? He'd heard bad things about his crude canine cousins from across the pond. They were a mad bunch who did things like call 'crisps' 'chips' and set off fireworks all the time. He felt he'd best be careful, lest the crazy canine be lying in wait for him too.
"Rex..?"
Silence. In the distance something shifted, causing a novelty Rex snowglobe to roll across the floor.
"Rex...? Are you there?"
"What is it Charlie? I'm... a little tied up at the moment."
The sound of Rex's voice send a shot of mild annoyance through Charlie. He really had been hoping the new arrival had finished him off, or at least rendered him incapable of holding the office of Top Dog. Inching forward in the poorly lit room he eventually came across his canine superior, and companion, sprawled out on the floor amidst a pile of upturned boxes.
"Oh my..."
Perhaps she really had tried to kill him; Rex looked an awful mess. His coat was soaked and sticky and mussed from tip to tail. He seemed to not have a single bit of energy left, unable to even stand, drooped on the floor as if he was melting into it. Most shockingly, his collar of office was missing! The only consolation was that his partner, Missy or something, seemed in equally exhausted shape.
"Well now. I... just though I'd check up on things. You see there's the issue of the office of Top Dog; what with you being possibly... indisposed... there may be a need to appoint a temporary replacement, especially if you leave the country..."
Something flew out of nowhere, sparkling at it turned in the air and struck the surprised corgi clear across the face, hula-hooping comically around his elongated snout. It was the Top Dog collar, still warm, and slightly sticky. It smelled, no, positively stank of hot, dirty sex the likes of which he hadn't discovered until that time he'd snuck out to the park during the middle of the spring mating season. Astonished Charlie could do little except stare incredulously as it tumbled heavily off of his nose and fell to the floor in front of him.
"Keep it, bignose. It's certainly not my color."
"I uh... yes. Well. I understand that the decision to share this most coveted office is not.... is not... to be taken... uh... lightly..."
Charlie's words shriveled away to nothing as he became increasingly aware that the duo in front of him were lying in a very... particular manner, the new arrival grinding against Rex in a very laviscuous manner that forced him to turn away, blushing madly. He really wasn't sure he could wear that collar now, at least not after having it washed. Twice. He very awkwardly began to back his way out of the room, leaving the once coveted collar where it had fallen, Rex's voice echoing in his ears.
"Don't worry Charlie, I -NNF!- I think I can get used to it..."