CW: STD, HIV, vivid bugchasing fantasy, bestiality, rape (arguably, lol)
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I'm not a bugchaser IRL but sometimes it's hot to think about. I like the idea that animals can carry HIV but don't get sick from it. oh btw bestiality in furry art is hot but not if the dog is acting "into it", like making dreamworks face if it's art, or pushing back and like deliberately squeezing the person fucking them or whatev in stories. you ever watch dogs fuck? the bitch just stands there like she's waiting for her drivers license renewal. it isn't even bestiality if the feral is doing it like a person would do it, it's just an intelligent quadruped bottom at that point. anyway let me know if you enjoyed this and why and what your dirty fuckin minds thought when you read it, perverts


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The cat behind the counter at the pound finished talking to the last customer and turned to Riley. "Okay, sorry for that. You're here about the job?"

The rat boy nodded, and the cat went on. "Alright, come with me." He stepped out from behind the counter and headed for a big metal door at the back of the room, continuing to talk as he walked. "Do you know what you're here for? I know the ad wasn't super clear."

Riley shook his head, realized the cat couldn't see him, and swallowed before making himself speak up and say, "Uh, no, not quite."

The cat nodded without looking at him and went on. "Alright, well, you know there's a lot of dog fucking that goes on, right? I mean, not everyone does it, but it's not illegal - yet." He opened the door and waved Riley through, following him through into what looked like a plain veterinary exam room with another door on the far wall. "Thing is," he shrugged, "most people don't want their dogs getting used like that. Leads to pets getting taken and not returned, strangers in peoples yards in the middle of the night, stuff like that."

With that he pushed through the other door, and they both emerged into what looked like a warehouse, taller than the previous rooms and lined with cages on all sides. He proceeded up the middle of the aisle, and a chorus of barking started up as they passed between cage after cage full of dogs, each one trying to get their attention, scare them away, or whatever else they could accomplish. Riley shrank into himself a little as they proceeded, not being totally comfortable around dogs - he didn't have a phobia, but he hadn't really been around a lot of them before, and he wasn't a big fan of barking. His enormous rodent ears caught every single bark at maximum volume - if he was going to work here, he was going to need earplugs for sure. Still, he needed the work...

The cat was still talking as they proceeded. "So, the popular thing to do right now is to make dogs risky to have sex with. People figure if their dog has an STD, people won't go near it." He reached the end of the aisle, turned, and kept going down another row of cages towards another door with a window in it. "The obvious choice is HIV," he said, not looking back to see the sudden shock on Riley's face. "It doesn't hurt the animals, but nobody wants it. You put up a big obvious sign that says, you know, 'unsafe dog', and they all know what that means, and they don't go near em. People usually add a collar tag, too."

At that point they reached the door and the cat opened it and stepped through, revealing a room much like the exam room they'd already passed through. The door closed behind them, mercifully cutting off the bulk of the noise, though Riley could still hear dull barking sounds through it. This room had no windows, and an unusual wooden contraption on the exam table in the center of it. Riley stared at it curiously for a moment, then turned his attention back to the cat as he turned around and leaned against the counter.

"So," he continued, with a bored tone in his voice, "it turns out to be pretty hard to easily extract and inject the virus without it dying in transit, which makes this tough to include with the usual inoculations." He waved at the window in the door, beyond which the dogs continued to silently bark and yap at each other. "They're all vaccinated as soon as they come in, but at this point pretty much everyone wants their dog..." he hesitated for a moment and distastefully said, "...pozzed." He paused for a moment, then collected himself and continued, "So, we need every one of them to be infected, and the only way that really works is to just... have sex with them."

Riley stared at him - this had not been what he was expecting, though he understood the specifics of the ad now. He thought for a moment, then timidly said, "Th-that's why you advertised that you were looking for HIV-positive applicants?"

The cat nodded. "Yeah, it's really the only way."

Riley broke eye contact as the meaning sunk in. "S-so... you want me to..." He hesitated, then inhaled and made himself look back up at the cat. "You want me to have sex with every one of them?"

The cat nodded again, an awkward, almost apologetic expression on his face. "That's... that's right." He shuffled a little and went on, "It's... how it's done all over the place. Lots of pounds, breeders, pet stores do it." He turned and walked away a few paces, clearly not loving having to deliver this explanation and trying to stay clinical. "It's, you know, you do it however you like," he went on, "whichever approach works best for you, whichever-" he stammered for a moment, "w-whichever gets you aroused enough to do it. You know, vaginal, uh, anal, whatever."

He turned around and put his hand on the wooden contraption on the exam table. "This is how you keep them still." Riley stared in visible shock, but the cat went on. "It's a breeding mount, they're used all the time to get dogs to hold still so they can be inseminated artifically or by studs." Riley could recognize straps and buckles on the mount now, making it clear how it worked, so he nodded silently. 

The cat went on, "Now, you don't have to do all that yourself - handling animals, especially rescues and stuff, is a skilled job, takes a while to learn to do safely, and we don't want you to get hurt." He turned around and looked at Riley with a tired expression on his face. "That's not what we want to hire you to do, so I'll be taking care of all that for you."

He leaned against the counter again as he summed up the situation. "You just, ask me to rig one of the animals up for you, then I... leave, of course, and you can lock the door" - he indicated the door with it's obvious deadbolt - "and then when you're done you just call up front and when I have a chance I'll come back and rig up another one." He shrugged. "That's it, that's the job."

Riley just stood there for a minute after the cat finished, not sure what to think. The young rat realized he needed to respond, and with a million questions running through his head, all he could think to say was, "What if I can't keep up? Like, uh," he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "I don't know if I can do more than a couple a day." He felt silly asking this specific a question - he wasn't even sure if he could do this at all, why was he asking about such a specific thing?

Nonetheless, the cat perked up, clearly having an answer to this one. "Oh, that's not a problem, I mean, as long as you can do one or two a day really it's all fine." He gestured towards a clipboard on the counter. "We prioritize based on animals people are currently interested in, and I'm sad to say people don't adopt dogs as often as we'd like, so as long as you can do a couple a day we'll be able to keep up with demand just fine. And," he went on, looking back at Riley, "you get paid for as much as you can do, so if you have, you know-" he smirked a little, despite himself "-a really good day, you'll get some extra cash. And at your age, I'm sure you can manage at least a couple, right?"

The rat nodded, taking it all in. It sounded like good work... easy, certainly. It wasn't at all what he expected when he answered the ad. He didn't know *what* to expect, really, but as an HIV-positive twenty year old he wasn't going to turn down any job that might somehow utilize that quality. Sex with dogs, though... he'd never even considered it. He knew people did it, vaguely, but it was never his thing - he didn't even really LIKE dogs.

He turned around and sat on the edge of the exam table, knowing he was ignoring the cat, but he figured the guy understood. He had to think about this. He'd had HIV for years, caught it from his father who didn't know he had it. He was doing fine on the meds, but sure didn't want to pass this on to anyone else. Of course, that's why he wasn't exactly sexually active - he wouldn't lie to anyone about having it, so of course few people were interested. And if someone was going to mess around with someone elses pet without their permission, ignoring all the warnings, that wasn't really his fault, right? Besides, now that HIV was in the animal population it spread easily anyway - pretty much any dog might have it, everyone knew that. Wasn't a problem if you didn't have sex with them, so he hadn't ever really worried about it much.

As he contemplated it, staring down at the floor, Riley suddenly blushed. He was hard. There was a bulge in his pants, and there was no doubt what it was. He hadn't had sex in a long time, but even so, thinking about fucking /dogs/ - was he really into this?

Well, only one way to find out. He took a deep breath, turned around, and said, "Okay, I think I'll take it."

The cat said, "Great, it's been a while since we had someone in this job, so there's plenty to do. I'll get you some paperwork to fill out later, but for now, do you want to get started?" Riley nodded - best to just get into it, he figured. The cat headed for the door. "I'll be back in a minute, hang on."

The door shut behind him. Riley watched through the small slit window as the cat headed across the aisle, opened a cage, and stepped aside as a golden labrador lept out, landing on the floor with a thump he could feel through the concrete slab. The dog started towards the other end of the aisle, but the cat got in front of it and shooed it back towards the room Riley was in, herding the animals pent up energy towards him. Riley pulled the door open as they got close and the cat urged the lab inside.

As soon as they were in, the cat reached down, slid his arms around the dog and lifted her up with a grunt. He was not a big guy, so the dog was a bit of effort, and it scrabbled at the air as it was lifted and set down onto the breeding mount. As the dog was lifted onto the table, its tail up in the air, Riley saw that it was definitely a bitch - no sack between her hind legs, and right below her tailhole he caught a glimpse of what must be her vagina, before her tail flopped down and tucked between her legs.

With practiced motions, the cat flipped the leather straps up and into place around each of her paws and her body, fastened the buckles, and a moment later the dog was fastened securely in place. Riley saw her struggle against the straps a little, then she settled onto the restraints and started to whine. She already had a muzzle on; the cat must have strapped it on before he took her out of the cage. He felt sorry for her, but his dick was straining at his briefs at this point, so the feeling was a distant one. He was actually drooling, he realized. He wanted to get up in that dog's snatch and couldn't wait to get started.

The cat turned around. "Okay, if you need lube - sometimes even the girls don't get wet enough - it's in the drawer over there," he said, pointing, "and when you're done just call me on the phone-" he pointed at that too "-and I'll come swap out." He lowered the little venetian blind on the door to give Riley some privacy, opened the door, then stopped and said, "Oh right, by the way, I'm Neil." He didn't reach out to shake Riley's hand; just stepped out, closed the door, and they were alone.



Riley stood in the room, listening to the buzz of the fluorescent light overhead and the dog whining on the table in front of him for a moment, then he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them onto the floor. His long, furless tail snaked out of the hole in the back, lashing behind him as he kicked his jeans away, then hooked his fingers under his underwear band and pulled them down hastily, popped the elastic band over the hard bulge underneath them. His dick popped over the band and sprung out straight in front of him, the five inch rod standing completely stiff, his sheath pulled back right to the base. He was even dripping, he realized - a bead of pre was beaded up on his tip.

He looked down at his hard shaft and realized he felt like fucking. He had long since learned to think of his dick as dangerous - infectious - hazardous - maybe he even feared it himself a little. It wasn't a big dick, just five inches and not very thick compared to a lot of species, but the fat rodent sack hanging under it made up all the same. He reached down and pulled his short-furred sack away from his thighs, grateful to no longer have his orange-sized testes cooped up in a tight pair of pants. They too were full of poison, he knew. He was infected, HIV+. Poz. His dick was poz, his balls were poz, and nobody wanted what he had.

He hadn't fucked anyone in two years. He was going to get some pussy today. He stepped out of his underwear and up to the table where the dog waited. Her tail was tucked between her hind legs, but the stand held them apart, and he reached out and grabbed her tail, pulling it up and out of the way to some resistance. She whined louder, but he ignored her. This was just a job, someone had to do it. Underneath he could see a pale puckered tailhole, twitching slightly as she tried to move around. An inch below that, he saw her pussy.

The dog's vagina was covered in short, soft fur, nearly the same color as what surrounded it. He could barely see it, but he reached down and pressed a finger against the opening. He couldn't slip in, but he could feel the hot flesh inside. He didn't know if she was in heat, he should have thought to ask about that, but he knew dogs didn't /need/ to be in heat. Maybe they just didn't get wet when they weren't. He looked down at his drooling dick and decided to just try it.

He pulled the entire breeding rack towards him, bitch and all, until she was right at the edge of the table. She was at just the right height, as it turned out. Riley exhaled a shaky breath; he was really doing this. His little rat dick was aching, ready to penetrate, and as he stepped forward he just lifted it with one finger to line it up. The dog didn't react as his penis touched the opening of her cunt. She didn't know what he had, the virus he was going to shoot into her. He squeezed his poz rod as he rubbed it into her opening, spreading the pre around, getting her pussy wet, and god, was he ever leaking. After a few seconds she felt plenty ready. He pushed.

Riley moaned as his dick pushed right in. The dog couldn't move under him, so even if she wanted to pull away, she was held right in place as his shaft slid up into her vagina. There was a kind of a curve, just inside, that he found his dick following - it didn't feel like any person he'd fucked before, but his dick tended to curve upwards anyway, so it just felt natural. He was buried in her, suddenly, and it felt incredible.

The rat boy let out a moan as his pent up sexual energy was suddenly being sated, after years of jerking off, afraid to fuck anyone, his dick was buried in an absolutely perfect vagina. The dog's cunt was hot, and plenty wet once he was inside, and not too loose or too tight. He pushed harder, sinking his dick a little bit further, the dog whining as he got deep into her birth canal, and then he pulled back out and slammed back in, his hard dick following the shape of her cunt as if it were made for him.

He started pounding into the dog immediately. He pulled his hips back and pumped them forward, burying his dick, then again, his entire length slipping in and out of the canine pussy, her copious cuntslime letting him fuck her easily. He started squeaking as he hammered away at the rescue, little high pitched yips as the walls of her cunt drug over his young cock, pleasuring every square inch of it perfectly. His balls were pulling up tight already, years of pent up breeding load ready to empty into whatever they could, willing or unwilling.

The dog was panting now, he realized. Her tail was still intermittently tugging against his hand, but she wasn't whining anymore, just staring straight ahead as he bred her, filling her cunt with an anthro dick that her pussy wasn't designed to ever have in it, and about to fill her with a disease she wasn't supposed to ever contract. This was so wrong, and what he was going to do to her when he came was even more wrong, and to his surprise that made him suddenly go over the edge.

The rat squeaked, loudly, surprising himself with the volume of the yip he let out as he sank his dick into the dog, his fat sack slapping below her cunt one last time before it started emptying itself into her. He clutched at her fur with one hand, his other gripping her tail too tightly as he held himself hard up against her rump and shot his infectious load into her snatch. His balls squeezed out jet after jet of viral cum and he could feel himself filling what room was left in the dogs snatch with his toxic slime. It made him yip louder to think of it. He was knocking this dog up with his disease, making her sick, and it was making him even hotter thinking about it.

Riley found himself again a few minutes later, the haze clearing from his vision as he came down from the hardest orgasm he'd ever had. Not that that was saying much - he hadn't had sex since his dad, years ago, and he barely knew how to fuck back then. But jerking off didn't compare to this, not remotely. His blurry eyes slowly came back into focus and he could see that he had slipped out of the bitch, and her vagina was gushing his cum onto the table.

He felt embarrassed suddenly that he'd made such a mess, blushing despite knowing that it was the nature of his species. Rodents just came and came and came, there was almost no way to keep it from making a mess - something he had learned, long ago, made jerking off a chore. But he told himself as he stumbled back from the table that it would clean up just fine, that's what this room was for, and so on. He found a chair, collapsed into it, and caught his breath.

The dog was still strapped to the breeding mount, and he started to feel bad about that. He'd already done his damage, after all, why keep her strapped down - with the glow of orgasm fading he started to feel guilty. He'd just infected a poor, defenseless dog with an incurable disease. What had she done to deserve that, other than be wanted as a pet?

As he had the thought, he felt his dick twitch at the mention of /disease/. He felt more shame at that - was he turned on by *that*? But he knew he was. He found himself looking at the dogs vagina, gaping, drooling his /hazardous waste/, and he thought, "she's ruined." And that made his dick twitch again, peeking out of his sheath. It had only been a few minutes since he came, and he was already ready to do it again. To ruin another dog, put his sickness in another poor animal.

He stood up, walked to the phone, picked it up, and he heard ringing. Neil picked up. "Riley, is that you?"

Riley said, "Yeah, it-it's me. I'm uh, ready for another."

There was a pause, and Neil replied, "Wow, that was quick- I'll be right there, actually, nobody's here." The phone clicked, and Riley hung it up and sat back down.

A moment later the door opened, and Riley realized with embarrassment - the normal sort this time, not the kind that came from being a monster who gave animals STDs - that he hadn't made any attempt to clean up his mess. A puddle of rat cum lay between the bitches legs, with more white streaks surrounding her slimy, matted pussy and running down her fur. Neil didn't say anything - he just swept into the room, pulled a handful of paper towels off the roll over the counter - with already-gloved hands; he had expected this - and quickly mopped up the mess, dried off the dogs rear, and unbuckled her from the mount.

The labrador was clearly glad to be out of the rig, hopping down onto the floor and looking up at Neil, whining. The cat headed for the door, saying "Come on girl, come on, you were a good girl, let's go get you some treats." They both disappeared out the door.

Riley didn't watch this time, just sat catching his breath as the sound of dog claws clicking on the cement floor faded away. A minute later he heard a new set approaching, and the door opened again. Neil entered the room, but not before an enormous Great Dane padded into the room. The dog was black from head to toe, its ears standing straight up indicating they had been cropped at birth. Neil wasn't leading it, and it didn't have a muzzle on, it just walked into the room and stood calmly next to the table.

Closing the door, Neil said, "Okay, here's the next one - he doesn't fit in the rig, but trust me, this one doesn't need it." He patted the dog's rump, eliciting no particular response. "He's been here for a few months - a bit too much dog in most peoples eyes, but he's a gentle giant. He doesn't even mind when we have to stick him for vaccinations." He turned towards Riley. "I've had a finger up his rump before, so I don't think you'll have any trouble with him." With that, he opened the door, and he was gone. Riley realized he hadn't even said anything about his nakedness or his semi-hardon. Guess it was too everyday for this guy.



Riley swallowed, uncertain about this. The other dog was tied down, muzzled, and much smaller. This dog was a beast to him - its rump came up to his hips, its head was probably bigger than his own. Would this dog really let him... do this?

The rat stepped closer to the big canine, setting one paw on his rump. The dog didn't react. He rubbed his rump, then worked his way up his body. "Good boy, uh..." he realized he didn't have a name for the dog. "...good boy. You're a good boy, right?" The dog turned around now and looked at him, black eyes seeming to peer into his own. It didn't feel like looking into another anthros eyes, yet there was a feeling of calmness about him. Riley felt a little more relaxed; he didn't know dogs at all, but he just /felt/ like everything would be okay here.

Well, he thought - except for the dog. The dog wouldn't be okay, not really. But whatever.

Riley went to the drawer he'd been pointed to earlier, opened it. A few different lubes were inside, all ones he recognized as very safe, water based ones - including one he used himself, he noticed, albeit in a much, much larger bottle. He pulled what he realized was a jug of lube out of the deep drawer, brought it over to the table, and set it down with a thud. He flinched at the noise, but noted that the dog didn't react. He just stood there.

His tail wasn't tucked, but it wasn't sticking up, so Riley reached out, hesitated, then gently slid his fingers around the base of the big dogs short-furred tail, pulling it easily up and out of the way. The first thing he noticed was the fat sack hanging between his legs. It was certainly bigger than his own, which was saying something, and it swayed between the dogs legs as he shuffled a little in place in response to his tail being moved. Riley's eyes trailed up, under the dogs tail, where they found his tailhole.

Riley let out a breath of awe. It wasn't like his own, the little pink pucker under his tail. It was a lighter black than the surrounding fur, and it looked huge, much bigger than his own. He wondered for a moment what this dog's shit looked like - it must be huge. The thought made him wrinkle his nose for a moment, decidedly un-arousing, until he pushed it aside to focus on his goal here.

He reached out with his other hand and brushed one of his bare-skinned fingertips over the dogs anus, shuddering as he did. It was hot, and soft - almost like it had fur covering it, though he didn't think it did. The dog didn't react, so he did it again, and then started rubbing his pawpad over the big dimple. The Dane was okay with it, it seemed. The rodent stood there, rubbing the dog's tailhole in circles, getting no reaction at all, until he got up the nerve to go further.

He reached over to the big jug on the table, pressed down on the nozzle, and it dispensed a larger than expected glob of cold lube into his hand. He shivered at the touch of the seemingly freezing stuff, not sure what to do with this much of it - then a twitch between his legs let him know that he'd gotten hard again. He sighed, reached down and wrapped his hand around his length, shuddering at the coldness of room-temp lube, not that that was new to him. He just didn't want to panic the animal by using this stuff without warming it up first.

He stood there, stroking his shaft. It felt good but, he realized, didn't hold a candle to the loose canine vagina he'd shot his toxic load into. The thought was enough to keep him stroking for a few moments, eyes closed, thinking about what he'd done. God, it was good. But he opened his eyes again and reminded himself that he still had work to do.

With his hand now covered in plenty of nicely warmed-up lube, and arousal now humming in his body, he reached right out and smeared two fingers worth of lube onto the Dane's tailhole. He started rubbing it around, and this time the dog reacted, grunting a little and shuffling to the side a half step. Riley paused, but nothing else happened, so he took a deep breath and proceeded.

He pressed a lubed-up finger against the big canine anus, and to his surprise, it slipped right in. The big boy wasn't clenched up or anything - it was easier than penetrating himself! Before he knew it he was two knuckles deep in the animals rectum. It was hot, even hotter than the lab's pussy, he thought, but... different. He'd topped for anal before, but as he curled his finger around curiously, the dogs rectum felt somehow stretchier, bigger, without being looser. The flesh still clung to his finger as he swept it around. It felt heavenly.

He slipped the finger out partway, added another, and pushed them both in with just as little resistance. A third was no problem. The dane was letting out little huffs now, but he didn't look back at Riley, and he didn't pull away. Riley slipped his fingers out; clean, he noticed with relief. He would have to ask Neil what to do in /that/ situation later... but for now, nothing was standing in his way.

He stepped a little further forward, still holding the dog's tail in the air, and realized his hard, straining shaft was at exactly the right height. He didn't even use his hand to guide it. The rodent just presed his hips forward, felt his tip touch the animals tailhole, and pushed, slipping right into the hot canine rectum.

This was even more intense than the bitches insides. Her pussy was loose, easy to fuck. The dogs anus, despite how easy it was to penetrate, did have some tightness to it - the ring of anal muscles gripped his shaft, holding it in place as he thrust in, burying his tip in hot feral rectum. He moaned out loud, long and shuddering as his shaft was surrounded for the second time that day by an animals body, then pulled out and slid back in, gentle, waiting for the dog to react negatively, but he didn't. The Dane shuffled his paws on the floor, looking around the room now, just taking everything in, a dumb animal with no idea what the feeling under his tail meant.

Riley started up a rhythm, pumping his hips gently into the dog at first, then getting firmer and faster as he realized the Dane just didn't care. The rat pushed his hardness deep into the pet dog, getting even harder as he thought about what he was doing. He'd just turned a girl dogs cunt into a toxic waste dump, and now he was going to do it again, he thought as he pounded his dick into the male dog.

He filled that bitch with his virus, he told himself, getting more turned on as he raped the Dane's asshole - it WAS rape, he realized suddenly, his heart pounding as it hit him. Breeding mount or no, there was no way this dog wanted this, wanted what he was going to do to it, to turn its asshole into a pit of disease. His vision was fogging over; he was raping a dog, ruining a dog, turning a defenseless animal into a bioweapon.

His mouth was hanging open now, the poz rat panting with the stupidity of intense arousal as he railed the hole under the dogs tail, filling the animals shithole with his biohazardous meat, a hole that was never supposed to have anything in it let alone an anthro's dick, let alone one that was going to shoot it full of AIDS. That word hit hard. Riley knew the dog couldn't get sick from the virus, but he found himself thinking of it anyway. Blowing his load under the dog's tail, then the Great Dane getting AIDS, getting sick, laying on the floor panting and wheezing as the anthros bug ravaged his body and diseases destroyed his organs, never understanding that the rat had killed him, just for a moment of pleasure, just to empty his big ugly rodent scumbags into his body

And with that, the rat yelped and slammed into the dog, finally driving a reaction out of him - a mild, low-pitched woof that faded in the room, ignored by the rodent rapist as he held himself tight against the dog's asshole, his eyes shut tight, balls twitching as they rested against the dogs own sack and pumped load after load of HIV+ cum up into the animal, flooding his guts, filling his rectum with Riley's infectious viral load, knocking the clueless animal up with his deadly disease.


The two animals stood there, silently, the dog still nonplussed, the two-legged rat silently mumbling meaningless shit under his breath until he stumbled backwards, his dick slipping out of the wrecked canine hole, cum gushing out onto the floor as he staggered back into the chair and collapsed again.

At twenty years old, almost a virgin except for a little bit of incest, he had just turned into a monster, and he fucking loved it. He was going to feel bad later, he knew, maybe forever, but who cares - if it wasn't him, someone was going to do it, because people had to be such little shits about their private property, so who cares. The world was a hellhole anyway. At least he was going to get to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and never have to worry about getting rejected. None of his partners were smart enough to know they should stay away from him. Good enough.