(Story below! I'd be flattered if you read it all, but if you wanna skip the exposition I've marked where the lewd stuff starts with "**"!)
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It was easy to stereotype Melanie upon first meeting her - that stereotype in particular being “geek”. This could be reliably attributed, along with a number of other factors, to the interspecies features she received from being born to a felidae mother and a rodentia father. She had braces on her pronounced mouse-like teeth, and large feline ears to compliment the uncommon fur pattern beneath her eyes that created a freckled look… these were just a few that contributed to her perfect visual harmony of archetypal geekiness. She was also noticeably intelligent, chronically socially awkward and could often be found at her school library giggling at a book perhaps just a little too loudly. Further, she was noticeably small, even for being part mouse, and had a bit of a clumsily speedy walk that could easily distinguish her in a crowd. None of these things, however, were to her detriment -- far from it. In fact, they arguably enhanced her already endearingly adorable nature. Though she was potential fodder for recycled jokes from the simple-minded, it was hard not to fall in love with her as she rapidly and breathlessly explained the intricate details of her current favorite topic.
This being said, it was a little tough to not give in to a small snicker when she could be seen walking with Lyndell, her family’s Great Dane. Lyndell was an enormous feral canine that her parents had brought home just over 2 years ago, of whom Melanie bonded with very quickly. The pair couldn’t be more contrasted - her adorably awkward gait alongside his lengthy, elegant strides combined with how much he dwarfed her painted an almost cartoonish scene. But, it was abundantly clear how attached Mel was to her large canine companion, and how very much likewise it was for him. He often had his heterochromatic eyes on her, watching softly and diligently with an almost anticipatory nature. Sort of like he was waiting, maybe even hoping, for some kind of signal to do something… or for her to do something.
And that’s because he was.
Funnily enough, the jokes made about Melanie and her Great Dane never quite wandered into lewd territory. For you see, if they had, they would have been much more than just jokes… unbeknownst to the joker. Melanie was now in her 12th year, and the heats she had begun experiencing were deeply intense -- another result of her hybrid genetics. The vehement arousal she experienced within these cycles due to said genetics was greatly pronounced and often difficult to control. She had a voracious need to satisfy these new carnal instincts, and sought just about any solution she could. A number of awkward conversations had already been had after multiple attempts of seducing her own father, and a collection of notices about disciplinary action resulting from similar hijinks at her school with student and faculty alike were beginning to fill the drawer they were placed in. But, much to the relief (and dismay) of her targets, she eventually seemed to find something that effectively scratched that itch -- and that scratch was Lyndell.
**It started with some playful licking, naturally, as the Dane was eager to lap up the honeyed nectars dripping from the young girl’s pinkened and heat-drenched labia. This rapidly evolved into curious fondling, with Melanie becoming more and more intrigued by her dog’s impressively sized boy bits. She stroked, caressed, and nuzzled before moving on to tasting, sucking and even swallowing. The male Dane had no reservations in beginning to attempt mounting the small girl, and she had no inhibitions about letting him try. Lyndell was… huge, in more ways than one, so when attempts at penetration eventually started, it took a lot of getting used to on Melanie’s part. There were several awkward positions tried, a number of painful efforts and multiple failed nights that ended with her conceding to mere desperate masturbation as he lapped his tongue between her legs. It didn’t help that the male canine was very much at the mercy of his own fierce urges, reflected in the roughness of his thrusts as he eagerly tried to find his way into her. It wasn’t until she discovered that propping herself up on the living room couch so he could better balance himself to correct for their size difference did their efforts, and pleasure parts, effectively line up.
His girth was yet another aspect of their newly found intimacy that Melanie had to become accustomed to… but this process was much, much quicker. The young cat-mouse found his endowment intimidating at first, but it wasn’t long before the cautious forward leaning of her hips melted away into backwards bucking against each of his thrusts to let him venture deeper into her. She was eventually able to let him ravage her with every bit of his strength, unhindered, and more than happily let him do so at every opportunity presented. That was no exaggeration -- while it was most often when her parents had finally gone to sleep that she found herself desperately pulling her pajama pants down to let the large canine take her, Melanie seized every moment her and Lyndell had alone to be his plaything; sometimes even taking long walks to isolated areas when she couldn’t wait. It was hard to blame her -- the waiting had become increasingly more frustrating, and her daydreams became more and more saturated with thoughts of getting home to see him. To feel his weight on her back. His hot breath on her neck. His huge paws gripped against her thighs as he thrust deeply into her. How his impassioned and lascivious pulses against her backside pushed his engorged cock further inside of her little pussy with each advance to thoroughly test the limits of her depth. How warm her belly felt as the canine emptied every drop of his cum inside of her, and the following climax that often made her small body shake at the mercy of its intensity.
It’s not hard to see why the young girl gave in entirely to the Great Dane as a source of relief from her uncompromisingly relentless heat cycles… and why she didn’t stop even after such cycles were long gone.
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Hmm. I wonder what game I've been playing way too much of? Anyway, wanted to come back with a bang! This took me FOREVER. But, I'm so glad I can finally share it with all of you. Made sure to include different variations of the movement lines/onomatopoeia along with a bonus cum version for all my beloved deviants out there.
Enjoy! Much, much more to come. :3
-gd
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