Part 1

Running my fingers through my luxurious fur, I peer into the tall mirror tacked to the closet door across from my bed. Briefly ogling my naked body covered mostly in pristine white fur, I meet my own violet gaze for a second before tugging at the scrunchie that holds my thick, purple hair in a tentative captivity. Letting all those silky tresses tumble around my shoulders, I pose seductively, pressing my breasts together as I lean forward with a sexy smirk.

Damn, I’m so hot, I turn myself on. With soft hourglass curves and a cute bouncy ass, these big boobies always get noticed no matter what I wear. No wonder all the men were staring ... you know, other than the smell.

Teasing my nipples, I sigh softly. I’ve been horny all day while sitting in class, trying desperately to pay attention to the professor’s lecture and not just stare blatantly at his crotch. It didn’t help that I came into heat suddenly while on the busy bus ride home, standing between two very hot and buff canines. Both had sniffed quite loudly and leered down at me, making me even more aware of my situation. My panties were instantly soaked thinking of being fucked by both of them, spitted right in the middle, my fertile pussy being ravaged ... and they knew it.

Oh man, I had practically run home and stripped. The very idea of getting pregnant by strangers is making me whimper with unbidden desire. It’s really not that weird, even if it’s unwelcome. That’s how my brother and I were born, after all, from different fathers. Our mother wasn’t very disciplined with keeping her legs closed.

Though she swore she only mated with other wolves, I had ended up with these floppy ears that always got me teased in school. The bullies claimed I wasn’t a full wolf. Since I’ve always been so small and timid, it made me such an easy target.

Thankfully, my older half brother would always jump to my defense. That’s probably why he became a cop. He’s always been so dominant, and he is sooo hot in that uniform. I could just...

Wait! I shouldn’t be thinking about that– right? He is my brother ... even though he’s one of the hottest guys I think I’ve ever seen. I’ve had the most undeniable crush on him since I was in middle school. Even when he was the captain of his high school football team, he would always be waiting to pick me up after class so I could point out anyone who needed some lessons in manners.

Oh, those memories are so hot right now.

Glancing around with a lusty whine, I start tossing stuff all over to find my vibrator. Since I happen to be living with my brother in his 2 bedroom condo as I’m unemployed and in my first year of college, I try to keep my toy hidden from view. It’s the only thing I’ve ever used to help with this hormonal overload.

But, where did I put it? No, seriously, where the fuck...?

Oh! My! God! I need to clean my room! Now is not the time for it, though. I’ll get to that tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow. Right now, I’m on a mission. If I don’t find it, I just might spread my legs for the first hot canine I see out my window. I know the neighbor’s had his eye on me...

Ah-ha! Oh, my precious pulsating flourish furnisher, I hope you’re ready for the weekend. A few days of heat every 6 months can certainly put a toy through its paces.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I check the time to make sure my brother won’t be home for a while. This is the first month for us living together as adults. By my second heat, he had already been out of the house. While he had promised to respect my privacy, I don’t exactly want him coming home to me moaning like a porn star.

Speaking of porn, I have a really hot BDSM orgy playing on my computer next to my bed. Various species of women were all in heat, tied up- or down- in different expert ways, blindfolded and helpless as each was fucked unprotected by several rough and dominating men who were total strangers to them. Every single one of those women was definitely knocked up by the end of this video.

Shit, that thought is such a turn on right now, but I’ve always locked myself away during my heats. I don’t really want to stop my life for a few months to carry a litter. I would really like to finish a basic degree before even thinking about it, and there aren’t exactly a lot of popular Furtubers that have mewling pups in the background.

Staring at the porno for a few moments, I don’t need to worry about working myself up or even any lube. I can feel the moisture soaking my thigh fur. Glancing at the mirror, I open my legs wide and spread my slippery folds back. I’m already panting as I work my clit and go back to watching. I wish I could be the lucky coyote bitch in the corner getting it deep by her third partner, a really hot and burly hyena I’ve seen in other pornos. He’s probably got a lot of kids. I wish he could be turning me into the mother of his litter right about now.

My fingers just aren’t enough. Lying back on my bed, I spread my legs wider and start to slowly rub my vibrator against my button, the pleasure already welling up in my body.

The coyote bitch is moaning shamelessly as she’s told what a dirty girl she is. I’m moaning along with her, my fingers easily sliding into my soaking pussy. I wish so much it was that hyena’s cock. Hey, I’m a dirty girl, too, tall, buff and handsome!

She starts cumming, and I want to be in outer space, too! Humping harder and harder, I’m getting so close. So close– so close...

Something cold touches my crotch.

With a startled yelp, I sit bolt upright, equally surprising my brother’s long-haired purebred German Shepherd. He jumps back with a little whimper, eyeing me closely as though worried he had hurt me.

I blink in a hazy confusion. Normally, my brother takes his dog with him, but I guess today he was left behind. He could have been hiding in the backyard when I got home. But, how the heck...? Oh, my door wasn’t latched!

Gritting my teeth while trying to catch my breath, I chide the mostly black dog like a child. “Max! Bad dog. You know you’re not supposed to be in here. Get out! Out!”

I know I don’t sound the least bit convincing. I mean, I was just about to climax, and I’m still so close. Close enough that when he tilts his head and paws at my leg with a pleading whine, I bite my lip and can hardly resist the temptation. Maybe I can let him have a lick? Just a little something to assist with my intense lust?

The second I start relaxing as I consider it, he nuzzles in, forcing his way between my thighs, his shoulders preventing me from denying him again. I’m instantly rewarded when he stuffs his cold nose against my pussy right on my swollen clit, forcefully inhaling so that a gasp and a moan escape me.

Putting my hand between his large, fluffy ears, I’m still trying to make up my mind about whether this is really a good idea when he starts to lap eagerly at my slit. His big, soft tongue is so much better than my vibrator! Like a hot, moist blanket that could reach inside me. Every inch I surrender to him, he takes without hesitation.

His tongue is going deeper, lapping up all the nectar I’m making. How long is his tongue, anyways? I never thought it could go so deep. His nose is pressed against my button, and his eyes are hazy with their own desire, like he’s high on my pheromones. Oh, that’s really hot.

Lying back on my bed, I spread my legs wider, figuring I can let him get me off, and then kick him out. There’s no way I can really stop him at this moment. I’m loving it too much. The erotic moaning in the porno isn’t nearly as loud as I’m being right now. Even my tail starts wagging, my hips thrusting against his face.

Oh, how I wish his tongue could just stay in there as my pussy walls clench tight with climax. My grip on the sheets is tighter than my grip on reality.

Max becomes even more eager, his tail wagging at my reaction. His eyes focus on my face, a gleam of cunning in his steady gaze, like he’s pleased that I’ve surrendered to him.

Lying there, panting hard as I stare at the ceiling, I gasp when his face looms over me. Planting his paws on the bed, I have merely a second to realize what’s about to happen. His tip jabs my thighs a few times. I can’t close my legs with his powerful hindquarters in my way.

“W-Wait! Max! N-No! Bad dog!” I cry, trying to sit up, but this mountain of a dog is unmovable.

Growling as though offended by the audacity of my remark, he leans forward and stabs hard into my yielding flesh.

The thing is, Max is a really big dog and a really smart one. My brother told me he’s one quarter anthro-Shepherd, which still qualifies him as purebred. Despite my attempts, I haven’t been able to gain his respect. I’ve tried to be confident like my brother, but this dog has always eyed me narrowly like he knew I’m too submissive to resist once his search found its mark.

As I said– really smart.

I gasp and shudder, so very full all of a sudden.The sharp pain makes me whimper, twitching under him. There’s so much of him inside of me. Even though I was wet and ready, I certainly wasn’t prepared to be deflowered by my brother’s dog!

His paws grip possessively at my hips, but he narrows his eyes, searching my face as though reading my expression. He rocks his hips, thrusting slow at first, almost like he’s letting me get used to the sensation.

I shouldn’t be letting this happen. I really should be stopping him. Looking up at his big, black face, brow furrowed in concentration, I grip the legs he has digging into me. Feeling the power in his body, I just can’t muster the strength to fight him, even if I had the chance. Hormones and instincts are taking over, making me lose my sanity.

As he starts to pound my pussy with a rapid and single-minded purpose, I grip his fur, moaning with desperation as that knot is swelling and grinding against my clit.

This is my last chance to stop him. Feral born are a thing– usually just smart enough to do menial tasks. Maybe I’d be lucky and his precum wouldn’t take. Not even that is a guarantee as he has already sired a dozen litters, my brother once told me proudly.

“B-Bad dog,” I moan, my hips humping up to meet him and my hands not doing anything to push him off. Every bit of me is melting, cumming on his madly thrusting cock.

He growls at me again– a deep, angry growl that promises punishment. Leaning into his task, he pants hot against my ear while his paws dig harder into my hips to claim me as his bitch.

Overwhelmed with the desire to be bred, I howl for him and spread even wider. His knot slams into place, swelling up inside a perfect little pocket in my body meant just for this. His searing jizz sprays deep into my waiting womb in hot, satisfying squirts that leave no doubt I’m going to be carrying his litter. Just to make extra sure, not a drop could get past his monstrous knot.

Staring up at Max as I try to catch my breath, I realize my brother is going to ask questions. A litter of half Shepherd feral-born is definitely going to tip him off. It’s not really illegal, but it’s strongly frowned upon– especially with a police dog, no less! It could end my chances at a lot of higher caliber colleges later on and even certain jobs. I’ll have to think of something. Maybe I can just claim it’s a different Shepherd I fucked? Yeah, because that’ll be believable...

Max looks down at me with a whine of concern and licks my snout. Turning my head, the reflection in the mirror makes me horny again. His tail is wagging as his perfect balls still pulse more seed into me. I can see my legs spread wide and helpless around a massive, powerful animal. It’s making my pussy clench him again, my hormonal thoughts excited by the prospect of healthy puppies sired by such a dominating beast. Well, that coyote bitch moaning in the porno isn’t going to have all the fun. If I’m going to be making puppies, I might as well enjoy it. Since my motherhood is a done deal, I might as well get the most out of this, right?

Caressing his sides, I wrap my legs around his hips and start humping him. There’s only just enough give to his tie and it’s perfectly positioned inside me to press everything I’ve never been able to reach. This is so much better than dildo. I can feel it swirling all that potent cum inside me, unable to go anywhere but deeper into my womb, to claim my eggs as his own a little bit faster.

Again and again I bring myself to orgasm, milking his cock for every drop I could hope to get. All the while Max stands there, his tongue hanging from the side of his muzzle with a pleased grin, like he knows he’s broken me already– like he knows I’ll be back for more. Every time my moans get particularly loud, he looks down and nuzzles my face, instinctively humping back to throw me over another edge.

By the time I’m exhausted, spent and panting on the bed while Max doesn’t hide a trace of his triumphant male smugness at having made me his mate, the movie’s over and starts again. Shit, I have it on replay. Hopefully I can turn it off soon. All that shameless moaning is going to make me want another fucking.

Without all the stimulation, Max finally softens enough to slip out. Another moan escapes me as his hot fluid gushes from my used pussy. I want to get up and turn off the movie, but it just feels so good to have a virile load dripping down my ass and tail.

Slowly sitting up, I practically swoon at the sight of the enormous cock that had been pleasuring me for the past half hour. Gulping, I honestly can’t believe all of that was inside of me! Biting my lip, I’m kind of wishing he’s ready again now.

Instead, Max sits in the corner and starts licking the sheen of our combined-love making from his veiny rod. With a lustful sigh, I figure I could wait for him to be ready again while taking a shower. His viscous puppy batter is getting everywhere, and I know my brother will notice if I don’t start the laundry soon.

Hopefully, he won’t be home before I can get cleaned up– and maybe another filling. I should only be fucking his dog when he wouldn’t know. I chew my lip, the thought of such a dirty little secret nearly too much to bear.

Another thought makes my pussy clench like it’s trying to suck more of that seed back in before it all escapes. What if my brother walked in and caught me? I wouldn’t exactly complain if he joined...

Shaking my head, I try desperately to gather my sanity. I shouldn’t be thinking that way. But, then again, I shouldn’t have been fucking a police dog.

My legs are tired from all that work, and I wobble a bit as I gain my balance.

The door swings open and all the blood drains from my face until I’m as white as my fur. “R-R-Rohan...!”

There’s my grey and white brother, in his uniform, his enormous body taking up the doorway, a lecherous grin on his face. At my stunned and dumbfounded expression, his grin gets even wider. I hear the shutter sound from his phone, and I gasp sharply, realizing his camera is pointing at me. He chuckles in a way I’ve never heard from him before, making all my fur stand and my belly turn into a cold inferno.

“I was just home for lunch,” he starts, chipper and dangerous, “but lo and behold, not 5 minutes and my dog’s fuckin’ my gorgeous sister. He’s had you pegged for his bitch from the start.” He stalks towards me, his normally warm blue eyes becoming dark while his grin twists in a sinister way that makes me feel like prey frozen before a predator. “And so did I.”

I stutter incoherently, not sure what to do or say. He stands before me in a flash, his massive body blocking any chance of my escape. In my trembling apprehension, I put my hands on his expensive chest as though I thought there was any chance of me stopping him, but there’s no weight behind my touch. The way he’s looking down at me, his nose tilted up arrogantly, knowing I’m struggling just to stay standing before him and loving that it’s etched all over my face like a book, draws a needy whine from me.

“Why, Vohlana, darling,” he teases with a sharp edge covered in honey. “You’re just dripping all over the floor. What am I going to do with you?”

My mouth hangs open for a second, trying to think under that confident stare. “I-I, um, I w-was going t-to, um, sh-shower...” I manage to stammer meekly.

Before I can finish, his gaze hardens. Stepping towards me, I gasp and try to back up only to hit the edge of my bed and bounce as I fall. My neck cranes back, my mouth gaping open about as wide as my eyes feel. He leans towards me slowly, methodically, forcing me back until he’s looming over me as I’m laid out on my bed, staring up at him with erratic gasps, gripping the sheets tightly. His hands are on the bed, creating divots in the soft mattress on either side of me as he presses his weight down, a weight I can feel in his presence. I’m a prisoner, held fast in his steady gaze.

Lowering his head like he might kiss me, he instead moves to growl darkly against a floppy ear. “Taking a shower now would only be a waste, sis. Your heat’s just started, and I don’t want to waste any time. Max already has a head start.”

I whimper with need before I can stop myself, my heart thumping in my chest. “B-But, Rohan...!”

I feel his hand reach up to press behind my head, his fingers tangling up in my hair. I whimper at the sting, but no part of me tries to fight him. I’m just so turned on, naked and defenseless in his iron grasp, knowing I’m not escaping this– knowing I wanted this.

“I have reason to arrest you,” he growls again, lower, deeper, the reverberation rolling through my body and making me hazy. He sucks in a breath, inhaling my scent. “Think you’re so clever hiding weed in my house.”

My heart jumps. It’s in a special airtight container! I must have been bad at getting the smell out of my fur.

“Th-That’s not illegal!” I complain in a soft whimper, hoping to call his bluff.

“Only for those with a card, and I happen to know... you– don’t– have– one,” he counters in menacing hot breaths against my ear, the barest smirk on his face like he’s enjoying me trying to resist– like this is all a game, and he’s winning.

I’m grasping at straws, at threads, at the bits of my unraveling sanity knowing he’s right. “B-But, Rohan, w-we shouldn’t...”

He shifts, and the brilliance of his phone screen blinds me for a second. The video starts at the moment Max had penetrated me, showing me in full enjoyment of his pounding. He even has the volume up so I hear myself moaning with pleasure, making me blush.

“I wonder what your classmates will think if I posted this on the net? You can definitely kiss any ‘influencer’ chances goodbye.” His voice is so threatening and yet cheerful.

“Y-You wouldn’t dare!” I whimper, looking up with wide, pleading eyes.

The most wicked grin I’ve ever seen splits his snout. “What makes you think so?” He says each word slowly, daring me to challenge him.