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RSPCA Supporter
by Anonymous (2014)
***
A lady inherits townhouse and needs protection and
companionship. The local RSPCA offers a solution and
eventually a lover. The final outcome is great with
enlarged gonads and a distended vulva. What could be
better? (F/beast, voy, rom)
***
Part of my training in journalism was being taught to
keep a journal of my daily experiences and thoughts.
The content of each experience was supposedly less
important than any reflections you might make later
about these experiences. This is one such narrative.
Please support your local RSPCA.
My widowed father died when I was twenty-eight, a
year ago now. They left me their city town house and
the general estate. It gave me a vehicle and a posh
place to stay for that summer with some amazing
chattels. This meant I didn't have to go out and find
work immediately after leaving from graduate school.
My elder brother received the parent’s investment
portfolio while the sale of their main country home
covered most of the state’s probate costs. Although
not a close family, these were sad times.
Nevertheless, these unexpected family gifts were very
gratefully appreciated.
I moved into the Boston townhouse not knowing whether
it was right for me. After spending a few weeks alone
in the large dwelling I began to feel a little
strange, a bit lonely and sometimes just plain
frightened by my new environs. The place was so large
that it had an echo in it that caused many strange
sounds to occur, especially at night. I decided to
stay on and see if my feelings improved over the
coming summer months.
One morning after another sleepless nights I went to
the local RSPCA kennel to see about getting a
watchdog for security and hopefully a bit of
companionship. I knew it was a risk should I decide
in the end to sell the house in the autumn but I
decided to do it anyway.
The pound staff showed me several dogs they thought
could suit my need. One of these was a young male
Rottweiler. I believe he was 15 months old. He
appeared a bit large but he was very friendly and
seemed to take a real liking to me. I knew I was
healthy but rather unfit being many pounds overweight
after years of sitting exams, writing reports and
thesis writing.
To be honest, I am not too inclined to be physically
active in the first place. When I was told about the
dog’s playful and energetic exercise requirements I
had my doubts as to whether I would have the staying
power. Another problem was he didn’t seem to bark.
Nevertheless, he was beautiful and at the same time
he seemed very affectionate and healthy. They told me
that it was an older man that had brought in the dog.
The owner claimed, he couldn't take care of him
anymore because of his failing health.
So regardless of my initial fears I thought that this
dog might be right for me. He was certainly big
enough to scare anybody away. Yet he was certainty
friendly towards me.
Also the staff told me that smart dogs like
Rottweilers will adjust, bond I think they said, to
the nature and behaviour of their owners. You know,
he could be taught to be lazy just like me. I asked
why they were so anxious to sell him? Their quick
answer was that he had been in the pound for only 9
days and he was not yet institutionalised. His
personality had not yet suffered from losing his
previous owner and lastly, it is always good for a
dog especially a happy one, to get placed as quickly
as possible.
That did it, two orphans living together I thought. I
wrote a cheque out for Brutus as he was called and
took him straight to the recommended vet to get him
checked out. He was found to be in great shape so I
asked how to care for him and was given lots of
instructional materials along with some coaching
tips. One parting piece of advice was for me to think
about neutering him because he had grown as large as
he was expected to get. I immediately disliked the
vet. I could not understand why anyone would want to
damage such a beautiful healthy dog.
I took him home and let him explore his new home,
room by room, even the basement, which I had yet to
explore myself. I put down his old mat from the pound
and a new water bowl in a suitable place in the
kitchen and he seemed to understand that was his
place. After reading all the material over the day I
then proceeded to talk at great lengths to him
getting him use to my voice. Secondly, I gave him a
bath, which the pound staff said needed to be made
into a sort of ritual in our bonding training. The
vet also said that it was important to have a
physical relationship with him if he was going to
bond to me. So I understood there were going to be
lots of talking, walking and patting all done with
reinforcing friendliness.
At first Brutus was not too sure about the bath water
routine but accepted my attention nevertheless. I
administered the suggested Johnson’s Baby shampoo and
washed him head to toe. I became apprehensive after a
while when I noticed that as I washed near his
genitals he would start to prance in place. He was
obviously sensitive about me touching him there.
Within a few seconds his sheath became firm and
stretched causing his penis tip to emerge from its
pocket. I was fascinated by his red cock’s bevelled
pointed shape.
As I had only limited experience with any male
reproductive organs so this one appeared quite
different, actually exciting for some reason. I had
messed around with boys before yet this penis was
intriguingly different. So feeling secure in my own
house and really rather curious, I touched him again.
He immediately wined and swung his head around to
lick my hand.
I watched as his penis became much firmer until its
tip poked out still further. It made me a little
anxious, so I assumed I had moved passed his comfort
point and so I stopped. After rinsing and drying
Brutus, I pondered about the experience and realised
the sexuality of the bath routine had made a sizable
impression on me.
I initially believed that I would experience a simple
pet and owner relationship yet now I was not too
sure. I now realised that Brutus was a living being,
an individual, which had feelings and emotions and he
would respond to my actions. I had to admit to myself
that today had been full of a really new experiences
and ideas.
Later I went upstairs, took a late afternoon shower
to clean up. I ended up stretched out on top of the
bed covers reading, as I have become accustom to
doing before suppertime. Ah life was such a difficult
task. I open my novel to read for a bit. I have come
to enjoy light reading after all those years of
textbooks, reference papers and research. But clearly
I could not concentrate.
After reading the same paragraph three times, I
understood I needed to think through my day’s
experience with my new dog. The vet hadn't said
anything about Brutus' reaction to my bathing him. I
was confused yet intrigued with my new knowledge. I
was actually excited as well and decided to try
bathing Brutus again the next day. After satisfying
that I was keeping my word to the vet, that I would
make a special effort to bond with my new pet, I was
then able to get back to my book.
I quickly learned that I was not use to a 3 mile
walks each morning just to "keep him fit". It
exhausted me, I might add. After doing our morning
"walkies", I bathed him as before. Sure enough Brutus
was just as firm and exposed as yesterday.
Instead of stopping as before I proceeded to touch
him directly and once more received his dance and
licking reaction. With the surprise now gone I
decided to grasp his penis directly, which I found
was warm and smooth to the touch and exciting. He
continued to lick my hand and I continued to gently
grasp and gently squeeze him. This routine continued
for the next few days of baths until I was assured
that he was as trusting in me as I was with him. Also
by this time by gently squeezing his penis I had
enticed him to have a full erection.
I took this response as acceptance of our mutual
behaviour. I had been on the Internet exploring dog
autonomy, physiology and behaviour realising that I
was in effect masturbating my dog. There was nothing
said about this being abusive in the literature
either, so we continued. Our walkies improved each
day and a slow spell of masturbation became the order
of the day. We both seem to enjoy these activities so
I think we were bonding. I knew I was feeling better
physically and emotionally with these new interests
and exercise.
Our routine carried on for about a month with each of
us becoming more trusting of the other. Now when I
bathed and then relax on the bed reading it was not
uncommon for Brutus to join me in my room. At one of
these times I was having my period and wearing a
tampon. Its insertion created a curiosity in Brutus
who kept trying to investigate my anatomy’s oddities.
Finally I shooed him out of my room and did not allow
him back in until I had returned to dry days once
more. I had become proficient at both exercising and
bonding with Brutus so I knew that I could now go
back to my vet on our next check-up saying truthfully
that I was keeping my dog both physically and
emotionally healthy. I also felt good and lost 7
pounds during this time. There were lots of
conversations, exercising and emotional pats with
Brutus. I was rather proud of myself never having
been responsible for a pet before now.
One afternoon while I was on my bed reading, I
noticed a mild cramp in my lower abdomen, which tells
me that I am ovulating as usual. This is a short half
hour episode and not anything other than evidence of
my monthly reproductive cycle. I used a hot water
bottle and thought nothing of it. That was not the
case with Brutus however who was obviously sensing
the release of my pheromones.
The next thing I knew he is up on my bed, with his
head busily exploring under my towel. He was
interested in sniffing between my legs.
Angry at the surprise I went to push him away, but he
was too persistent. He firmly shoved his nose between
my legs again and then casually flicked his tongue
straight inside my vagina. WOW what a sensation! His
tongue’s unexpected penetration gave me a real jolt.
There was no warning just zap and his tongue was
moving inside me. I was not frightened just stunned
and confused.
Physically, his tongue felt strange being inside me
but not at all, unpleasant. Emotionally, it was an
unexpected and surprisingly stimulating sensation. As
I unsuccessfully tried to shoed him away my fears
quickly ceased to be a concern. I realised he was
only doing his dog thing once more. It was no
different to one of our park experiences where he
first sniffed and then licked the same piece of
female dog anatomy, which by the way got him a sharp
nip on his hindquarters for his unwanted attention.
I apologised to the female dog’s owner for our
rudeness. She laughed and said, “Dogs are like that,
next time you will be surprised when she appreciates
his affections more. You would think she would be
more receptive like we humans, wouldn’t you?”
I then knew he was simply masturbating me to test my
receptiveness because I was in season, in heat I
believe it’s called. He was not hurting me just
exploring me to see if I could be a suitable mate. I
now realized I was safe. It was a new experience for
sure and I remained anxious yet after all my reading
only curious. When he got no further rebuke he
started licking me more vigorously.
I was surprised with his dedication and more
impressively, my ready acceptance of his pointed
attention. I knew I could stop him by simply turning
over yet I was not being threatened so I remained
still. I let him have his way with me, how prosaic.
Within a relatively short period of time he gave me
the nicest and slowest orgasm. It was so protracted I
was amazed. I hadn’t had one like this in a long time
so I relaxed and let it seep through me. It was a new
experienced pleasure.
Clearly both of us were satisfied by the experience.
I shifted around to place my hips over the edge of
the bed so my feet were flat on the floor in hopes of
encouraging more attention. My legs were now spread
and my vagina opened to invite him. It kept his
attention so I grabbed his head as he brought me to
another resounding orgasm, a second within minutes.
I was lying back revelling in my feelings when I
realized he had again jumped up on the bed with his
front paws on each side of my breasts and his hind
feet on the floor. He quickly tried to mount me in
this position. We were both a bit clumsy as he
attempted to align our bits to better insert his
erection into my vagina. I was thrilled when I felt
his cock's tip effortlessly slip inside my open
vagina seconds later. I was amazed that this could
happen so easily. It was gentle, quiet, smooth and
pleasantly comfortable.
I was obviously receptive to his licking so he simply
decided to mount me not realising that I was not a
canine. I immediately thought about the vet’s
comments that I needed to make a genuine and
concerted effort to physically bond with the dog.
Well, now I was absolutely sure that we had bonded. A
thought did come to me right then as to who exactly
was the pet. Our interspecies relationship was
immediately real and accepted by both of us.
After he had the tip better aligned, he smoothly
slipped the rest of his penis inside me. He was
filling my vagina with a penis larger then anything
else I had experienced. Nevertheless, his penis
fitted fully and very comfortably inside me. It felt
like we were measured to fit together. It also felt
so good inside me that he caused me to immediately
start to move in concert with his thrusts. Within
seconds I felt him slide a larger bulge inside me. I
realised it was his knot, which was explained in the
reading I had done. Several seconds later I sensed
this bulge begin to swell.
I recognised that Brutus was, in fact, attempting to
inseminate me. I also understood that he was trying
to tie with me so he could ejaculate more easily. My
sexual education was now being taught to me by way of
experimentation instead of the usual theory. I
realised he was going to put his semen inside me. I
understood I was being fertilised by my pet, in the
real sense of the word. I enjoyed the idea of being
purposely bred for the first time in my life. I was
almost remorseful on being inadequate to his genuine
efforts to reproduce with me.
I let myself moan for the first time as I orgasmed
deeply once more. He stopped moving once he was fully
inside me. I knew this should happen because it
indicated he was ready to ejaculate. He pushed his
swollen penis firmly inside me, pinning my behind to
the edge of the bed. We stayed like this for minutes
waiting. At last I felt his warm semen squirt inside
me, coating my vagina’s surfaces.
Never before had I felt anything as nice as his warm
semen being continuously squirted inside my vagina. I
was weeping with emotion as I convulsed into a sense
of emotional and physical satisfaction. Novels tell
you this emotional state happens but I have never
experienced it before. I am sure I was his first
sexual experience. I immediately hoped he was
satisfied with me.
He squirted inside me continually, then after a short
period, the bulge in his cock relaxed, allowing him
to slip out of me as easily as he went in. This
caused a mixture of his semen and my fluids to weep
out of my vagina and all over my ass and onto my
sheets. He turned to lick my vaginal area until I was
clean, but not before he had given me an orgasm once
again. I was so exhausted I just remained on my back
still leaking our fluids onto the bed sheets.
After all the time I had spent masturbating Brutus I
was now receiving a receptacle treatment. With the
exception of his hand licking I was being given the
first physical stimulus Brutus had offered in return.
I was strangely gratified by his attention.
Until now, the only thing inside my vagina beside my
fingers was a dildo I had recently bought this
summer. I wondered why his warm cock felt so
deliciously different. I learned instantly that
having a dog’s penis first enter you and then be held
inside your vagina feels very nice.
Still exhausted, I rolled over with my vagina able to
drain off the bed and simply napped, waking up to his
tongue lapping into my open vagina once more. Of
course this time I just spread my legs, letting him
have his way with me once more. He tongued me to a
stunning orgasm before he started pushing his nose
against my behind. I figured out he was trying to get
me to turn over, so I got off the bed. I now squatted
on the floor on my hands and knees to offer a more
normal canine mating posture.
He mounted me as soon as I was settled. I felt his
penis probing between my anus and vagina, so I gently
guided him into my vagina. He was mating me like I
was a female dog, making my vagina warm and super
sensitive. I was overcome by my lust and was
encouraging him, which he was doing magnificently
without my help anyway. It only took a few minutes
before my fluids were once more weeping out of me.
Finally I felt his bulge swelling. When it was fully
inflated I pretended to myself, and perhaps to Brutus
that I was tied to him. I knew this was a bit of a
fantasy since I had learned that a women’s vagina was
larger than those of female canines.
He tried to turn so we were facing in different
directions. It was just like I was a female dog, so I
scooted down, hoping that we would remain attached
well enough to each other so he would not pop out of
me. This made it easier for him to lift his leg over
my behind. We managed it and we were “locked”
together just like we were dog and bitch in heat as
depicted in the literature I’ve been reading in
detail. I couldn't help myself and started moving my
ass to hasten him to squirt.
I was stunned when I thought about what had just
happened. I thought how quickly I had accepted his
semen inside me and how I became so emotionally
satisfied. I also thought about the simple
circumstances that had caused this overwhelming
experience to happen. It was so easy and pleasant
that I was sure that other pairs of dogs and their
human mates would have experienced the same outcome.
I was immediately perplexed with just how normal this
all seemed.
As before, after waiting several minutes he started
squirting his warm sperm inside me. There was so much
of his semen that I thought I would leak for hours. I
was happy he could ejaculate in such amounts
stimulating warm pleasant feelings in my belly. I
couldn’t remember sensing such warmth from man’s
ejaculates. It made my vagina contract in spasmodic
rhythms. We stayed like this for just a bit, before
he stepped forward and pulled out.
There was so much semen in my vagina it ran out all
over the floor and me. My body was so tired that I
lowered my head to my hands and rested before
crawling back onto the wet bed to sleep. I was
physically and emotionally exhausted.
It was several hours and dark when I finally awoke. I
was at first unsure about the afternoons’ event but
the soreness in my abdomen and hips quickly confirm
my body’s new experience. Moments later I was aware
that I was seeing the experience as solely positive
and actually surprisingly appropriate for my pet and
I to have let it happen. That in of itself was a real
turn in my sense of self-awareness. I felt satisfied
and normal and realised I had move on to a different
plain of consciousness. I had never been so self-
reflective before. I was in shock that I was so
happy.
***
As you can read I am very happy and content with
becoming my gentle dog’s sexual partner. I think it
is because he gives me such basal feelings unlike any
I had ever experienced. In private I have decided to
submit whenever he wants me. I am lucky because he is
one horny dog who needs little encouragement.
The humorous aspect of this situation is that Brutus
is not socialised adept at privacy issues and has
made several attempts to mate with me when we are in
public. These events are very anxious generating
periods for me but they are totally bemusing to
Brutus. I have become very good at improvising
counter measures to keep both of us happy. He has
certainly changed my sexuality for the better.
Post Script:
I've have had Brutus for three months now and we
returned to the vet for our scheduled follow up
check-up. I must admit we have screwed so often that
I've already lost twenty-one pounds. My vet
previously told me to keep my dog healthy and Brutus
and I are certainly that. I am fitter than ever
before. During our check-up he commented first on my
loss of weight and apparent improved fitness along
with unexpected news about how Brutus' testicles had
enlarged. Concerned, I asked if this was a problem?
“Of cause not. It just means that Brutus was
receiving enough sexual stimulation to enhance his
gonads”.
I think the vet was slyly saying that the exercises
we were having together were obviously good for both
of us. He carefully suggested that I might have
Brutus' dewclaws removed while he is still young. He
said it reduces any discomfort the female feels from
being scratched when he is servicing her. Brutus is
now clawless. However, I wear the red marks on my
ribcage with a certain pride. Hence, two anatomical
changes have actually happen to both of us. Brutus
lost his dewclaws and I have scratch marks, secondly
he has larger testicles and I have a noticeably
enlarged and I think, beautifully distended vagina.
The vet also asked if I was willing to consider
putting Brutus out to stud since he was such a
handsome dog. I told him no because I had no pedigree
papers for him. But the vet knew that was not the
real reason. Questioning me further, he looked up so
I told him the truth, that I would be too jealous. My
pretence was gone at that point. The vet smiled,
acknowledging my deviant behaviour and confirmed that
I was a good dog owner and that Brutus was well and
truly bonded to me. I thanked him and told him that I
had bonded to Brutus as well.
He grinned knowingly and opened the door saying “The
bonding is obviously mutually beneficial, see you two
in six month's time.”
END
PS:
I must have turned many shades red after leaving the
vet’s office. I was so horny from the sly
conversation with the vet that I was literally moist
enough to wet my knickers. I felt both anxious and
horny at the same time. I was anxious about what I
had disclosed and horny wanting to celebrate our
successful bonding.
We walked the 6 blocks back to the house as quickly
as we could. When we arrived I was hot, sweaty and
wanton and could not undress in the hallway quick
enough. Clothes and I dropped on the rug. Brutus
understood my need perfectly and mounted me
immediately and with his well-practised aim and my
now permanently opened vagina he was able to enter me
straight away. I moaned and relaxed as our parts now
fit comfortably together.
After stroking me to a warm wet orgasm I was shocked
to look back and see the front door was still open
and my brother, wife and niece presently stepping
through the doorway. I sensed the release of his
semen at the same moment. It was too late to hide as
Brutus held me tightly. Brutus would always hold me
until we were fully orgasmic. The feelings were so
fulfilling that I ignored our audience.
When I was finally conscious of my circumstances once
more and looked back to see our audience. They were
gone.
Oh well!
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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