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After receiving a disastrous grade at the university, you return home overwhelmed, unaware that the very creature you have feared your entire life but who has kept you alive... has changed. Would you be able to trust your mother again?
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My New Mother
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As soon as I reached the entrance of the house, I caught the rushed sound coming from the other side.
A rhythmic pattering, the scraping of worn claws against the hardwood floor, approaching the door at high speed. Today was the day they handed out exam grades at the university. I had scored a disastrous grade, an absolute stain on my transcript. If she found out, I would face the biggest chewing out of my life.
Even though people kept walking past me on the sidewalk, I stood frozen in front of the porch, unable to open the door. My pulse was trembling. Through the wood, I managed to hear heavy breathing, a wet, constant panting that waited in silence for me to finally cross the threshold.
She waited like a beast lying in wait. Her gaze was fixed, tension coiled in muscles that wouldn’t sit still. Though, to be fair, lately her entire appearance made her look exactly like one.
Despite the stinging heat rising up my ears, I closed my eyes and braced myself. I’m eighteen years old now. I wasn’t going to let a bad grade or the threat of a punishment ruin the rest of my day. I was going to tell that witch what I had really wanted to scream at her for months! I wasn’t afraid of her anymore!
I turned the knob with a sharp jerk. The door swung open, and her silhouette, cut against the hallway light, suddenly appeared.
“Welcome home! How did classes go? Is everything okay? Did you eat the lunch I made you this morning? Why the long face?”
A barrage of rushed questions greeted me immediately, accompanied by anxious panting.
“I made your favorite food,” the voice continued, vibrating from an unusual height, much lower than normal. “So, if you want, you can tell me how your day went while we have lunch. I’ve been waiting for you since the sun came up! It’s the weekend, right? Right? Are we doing a movie night? You feel like it, don’t you? Oh, that’s right… today was exam day. Everything okay, dear?”
In front of me, the best scientist in the city welcomed me home. My mother.
“Come on, you’d better tell me in the dining room, before the food gets cold.”
She turned around with a fluid movement of her four limbs, pressing her paw pads against the floor with surprising lightness. She wagged her tail from side to side with overflowing enthusiasm, twisting her neck to give me an anxious look. Without me realizing how she had done it, she leaned down, caught the straps of my backpack between her jaws, and began to drag it with obvious effort, straining the muscles of her back as she moved down the hallway.
Watching her walk that way, her golden fur gleaming under the lamps and that quadrupedal structure moving with natural ease, made my stomach churn. The creature now carrying my things with her snout was the exact same one that, months ago, used to bark at me in the mornings to get me to follow her into the yard to play fetch. However, her current behavior had nothing to do with that of a house pet. Her personality was completely different, terrifyingly human.
The mystery of her transformation still floated in the air of the house like an invisible weight. My mother, in a fit of her own twisted scientific genius, had permanently transferred her mind into the body of the family golden retriever.
My body still experienced a persistent chill every time I looked at her closely. I couldn’t help but think that this entire situation was deeply unsettling. I wasn’t disturbed by the biological reality of her new anatomy, nor that her human memories had somehow fused with our old pet’s instincts. What truly made me sick was her attitude. She had never been like this.
My mother’s true nature was that of a severe woman, prone to criticizing me for the slightest mistake, getting angry over nonsense, screaming at me, or ignoring me for days when I didn’t meet her expectations.
But now she was pretending to act completely the opposite! A sickeningly sweet, submissive kindness that made my hair stand on end. I couldn’t stand her!
I had never asked her for a formal explanation regarding the reasons that led her to make such a choice, but I could tell at a glance that it was also proving difficult for her to get used to the limitations of her new vessel. The strange thing was that, practically overnight, the entire house had been modified. The furniture, cabinets, and utensils had been adapted to the height of her paws and the strength of her jaw, ensuring that cooking or cleaning posed no physical impediment to her.
When I approached the dining room and looked down at the low table, I froze. Instead of the rice and fried eggs she used to whip up quickly when she was in a rush, a true feast was laid out almost at floor level. There were juicy beef steaks, glistening strawberry jello, steaming macaroni and cheese, and, in a corner, a simple plate of rice and egg.
I stepped up to one of the shortened chairs and glanced at her sideways. She had gone still, sitting on her hindquarters, waiting patiently for me to settle in first. She had carefully deposited my backpack by her side, never taking her large, dark eyes off my face.
“Does it sound good if we eat first and then you tell me about your grades?” she asked, letting out a slight, rhythmic whine as she adjusted her front paws. “I made your favorite dishes. Meat hasn’t been very cheap lately, but with my research savings, eating it from now on won’t be any problem for us.”
I put a piece of meat into my mouth, fully aware that she had prepared it using those canine claws. However, the flavor caught me by surprise. It was perfectly cooked, melting on my tongue with exquisite tenderness.
I began to eat in silence, devouring the plate to ignore any of her questions. She had always ordered me to keep quiet at the table, but now she was the one who wouldn’t stop chattering.
From her four-legged anatomy, my mother tilted her neck, burying her snout into her own food dish to devour it with a purely animal ferocity. For a moment it seemed like a tender scene; in her movements I recognized the pet I had cared for during so many years. But that dog was gone. My mother had taken it upon herself to snatch away the last thing I had left of her before changing her attitude completely.
I quickly finished what was served, pushed the plate aside, and stood up abruptly. I grabbed the straps of my backpack and quickened my pace toward the exit to keep her from stopping me.
“Hey.”
A single word was enough to make my entire body freeze.
For a second I swore I had heard the woman I feared so much again. A chill ran down my spine, triggering an instant tremor in my hands. I looked down and swallowed hard. When I turned to look at her, I found her blinking slowly, firmly holding a sheet of paper between her fangs. She had already anticipated my escape.
With a massive five out of ten marked in red, my mother kept her dark eyes fixed on me. Her tail stopped wagging, going completely rigid. Air began to fail in my lungs. Looking at the sharp claws she now possessed resting firmly against the floor, I could only think that the situation was going to go from bad to worse.
I closed my eyes, shivering, and exhaled a breath through my nose as my chest swelled with nerves.
“Five… How curious.”
“M-Mother… I’m sor—”
“I can’t believe it, I’m seriously so proud of you. Your grade has improved!” she suddenly exclaimed, her voice regaining its high-pitched tone. “Well, of course I believe it, you inherited my intelligence, but I know university is no easy matter. Is there something in the classroom distracting you by any chance? Looking at your answers I notice the approach is good; your mistakes are minimal. You deserved a higher grade! The great effort really shows, son. Not even I would have thought of graphing this data at your age in such a short time. Not bad at all!”
My mother’s eyes lit up completely. Her face took on an expression of absolute joy that I had never seen back in her human days. Her eyes shone with the same carefree excitement I remembered from our old pet.
It was the first time I saw pride in her eyes.
I lowered my hands to my waist, scratching my cheek timidly. I inhaled a bit of air, laced my fingers together to control the shaking, and dared to ask, “You’re… not angry?”
“Not at all, I used to have a hard time in college too,” she said, and the sound of her voice, modulated by vocal cords that didn’t belong to that snout, vibrated in the heavy air of the dining room. “You shouldn’t worry about trifles like that.”
The golden retriever took a step forward. Her claws scraped the floor with a sharp click that made my skin crawl. The smell of roasted meat and the hot mist of her breath flooded my senses, suffocating me. There was a trace of blood at the corner of her lips, a visceral reminder of the beast she had become, but her dark eyes remained fixed on me, oozing a compassion that turned my stomach.
“If you want to get better grades…” She trailed off, tilting her head.
“I don’t know,” I interrupted, clenching my teeth until my jaw ached. My own pulse thudded in my ears, fast, panicked, like that of a cornered prey. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know.”
“Studies are important,” she shot back immediately, and her tail gave a sharp thud against the floor.
That subtle thud triggered a spring in my memory. I remembered the past. I remembered how she used to judge me in silence, looking down at me with cold contempt whenever I drifted from the books. Before, her judgment was an icy current that froze my blood; now, trapped in that furry, four-legged body, her severity felt strangely disarmed, submissive, and that infuriated me even more.
“Though… is there something you in particular would like to dedicate yourself to?” she asked.
The question landed like a physical blow. I was left speechless. I felt the wild urge to scream the truth at her, to spit out that the only thing I cared about was video games, code, the digital refuge where she couldn’t control me. But the boldness froze in my throat. The contrast between her imposing animal frame and the fragility of her question completely unhinged me.
“None of your business,” I snapped rudely.
I turned sharply, dragging my boots down the hallway. I heard her rushed footsteps behind me, the anxious panting that sought to close the distance, the heat of her body chasing my cold. I reached my room and slammed the door with all my might. She stretched her snout out, trying to stop the impact, but she couldn’t reach the high doorknob. The slam echoed through the entire house, cutting me off.
The confinement did not calm the trembling of my hands. I turned on the computer with a clumsy slap. The screen illuminated the dimness of the room, casting a cold, bluish light over my eyes. Notifications began to pop up, one after another, filling the space with a mechanical chiming.
I mind my business and she minds hers. That is how it always is. That is how it has always been. What right did she have to burst into my territory like that? Why did she have to be so nosy now? Why was she smiling at me with those submissive pet eyes while my chest felt like a desert of snow?
Frustration squeezed my throat. A bitter warmth rose to my eyes and my vision blurred. A pair of heavy tears rolled down my cheeks, falling straight to the floor. I wiped them away with the back of my hand, furious with myself, with her, with the ridiculous truce she was trying to impose.
Hours passed. I immersed myself in the game, moving my fingers over the keyboard with blind fury. I turned the volume of my headphones up to the maximum; I needed a wall of absolute noise to bury any sound coming from the other side of the wood. I did not want to hear her breathe. I did not want to hear her four-legged footsteps prowling outside my door.
However, my body began to take its toll. An unbearable pressure started to build in my forehead, like a block of ice pushing from the inside. The pain was dull and heavy, a rhythmic spasm that blurred the edges of my vision. The heat from the computer contrasted with the sudden cold running down my spine. I tried to blink to clear the fog, but my eyelids weighed a ton.
I leaned back against the backrest, exhausted. The wooden chair protested with a sharp, metallic creak that cut through the roar of the headphones. My muscles suddenly went slack, losing all their strength.
When I closed my eyes, the world lost its axis.
The chair gave way under my dead weight and crashed to the floor. I fell hard, hitting the solid ground in a burst of dull pain that I barely managed to register. The headphones went flying. In the darkness swallowing me up, the last stimulus to pierce my consciousness was a desperate, sharp, and violent bark coming from the hallway. Then, the frantic sound of claws scratching the wood of the door with a wild, tearing, relentless force.
After that, the cold covered everything, and I fell into the absolute silence of unconsciousness.
The warmth returned to my chest before my consciousness did. It was a rhythmic, dense pressure, the weight of a living body kneading my ribs with blind insistence. I half-opened my eyelids. For a moment suspended in the fog of pain, I thought I saw the severe silhouette of my human mother, cut against the winter frost that always seemed to surround her. But the illusion vanished instantly.
The smell of wet fur. Warm breath hitting my chin.
I was in my bed. On top of me, crushing my lungs with a biological heaviness, the golden retriever was watching me. Her large dark eyes were fixed on mine, oozing a tide of relief and panic that threw me off. My defensive instincts flared; my body, tense like that of a cornered animal, wanted to react, but my muscles felt like lead.
I turned my head sideways toward the entrance. The doorframe was splintered. The metal latch hung there, broken and ruined by brute, relentless force. She had destroyed it with bites and blows from her back. She had heard my fall.
“Are you awake yet? Sweetheart, darling…”
The words broke from her snout, an anatomical distortion that my tired brain could barely process. How was it possible? No matter how much of a scientific genius she possessed in her human mind, the structure of a beast was not made for language. The sound was a guttural purr, a low vibration born from her chest that stumbled its way into human vowels. I could not completely understand her, but the urgency in her tone was unmistakable.
She had been taking care of me. The clock on the nightstand marked midnight. The early morning cold seeped through the cracks, contrasting with the almost feverish heat radiating from her golden fur. Had I been unconscious for that long?
Of course. My body had collapsed. My mind, numbed by the pride of not giving in to her, had forgotten the forty-eight hours of fasting and blind studying before the exam. I had run to the absolute limit of my strength across a wasteland of self-demand.
My mother lowered her neck, letting out a short whine, and rested the heaviness of her head directly on my chest, waiting for an answer, a sign of submission or life.
The dam broke. I could not stop the hot tears from rolling down my temples.
The internal monologue hit me with the force of a blizzard. If she had always ignored me, if her affection was a hostile and frozen territory, why had I destroyed my health trying to reach her goddamn expectations? She demanded things from me because it was her right as an alpha, as a guide. But she was no longer that woman; a day before the exam, she had shed her human skin to inhabit the body of the pet. Why did I continue the self-destructive march if the judge no longer existed?
“Mother… I’m afraid of you,” I let out in a rough whisper, my voice broken.
The dog’s eyes glazed over immediately. The beast backed away a millimeter, disarmed by my confession. She felt the impact of my words like a physical blow to her snout. With a slow, almost reverent movement, she dragged her wet nose until it touched the palm of my hand, which lay lifeless on the sheets.
I stayed still, feeling the accelerated pulse of her tongue against my skin. I gave in. I raised my limp fingers and scratched the base of her ears, losing myself in the dense texture of her coat. The midnight silence swallowed the echo of the house.
With my reasoning clouded by exhaustion and the scent of submission now floating on the bed, I murmured what had been burning my insides.
“I don’t like… the major I’m studying. I’m sorry. But I… I don’t want to be a scientist like you.”
I waited for the swipe. I waited for the severe growl, the icy look that used to wither me from the heights of her old body. But the prey had inverted the roles; the creature on top of me shrank, reducing her physical size through a humble posture.
“It’s okay,” her voice vibrated from the depths of her canine throat. “I will support you in everything you want. I am very, very, very grateful for all your effort… truly…”
She pressed her forehead harder against the curve of my neck, seeking the heat of my pulse, as if trying to blend into me to erase the past.
“Forgive me… for not being able to take care of you… before…”
A violent spasm ran down her back. The muscles beneath the golden fur began to tremble rhythmically, a shivering that did not come from the cold of the room, but from an internal storm. It seemed that the memories of her old life, the rigidity with which she had treated me, flashed through her mind like gusts of black wind.
Why did it hurt her now? What kind of psychological transformation did she suffer by mixing her human mind with the devoted heart of a canine? Why was the great scientist of the city trembling like a helpless puppy under my hand?
“Mother…?” I asked, my voice losing all its defensive aggressiveness.
She raised her head. The fur around her dark eyes was soaked. She was crying. Human tears slipped down her animal face, shattering all logic, breaking my last resistance.
Seeing that expression of absolute vulnerability in a creature possessing fangs capable of splintering wood shook my heart. All the confusion, the accumulated resentment, and the fighting instinct dissolved into the thick air of the room. If she was willing to mutilate her own pride, to tear down her old walls to start over in this skin, I could no longer keep running away.
I stretched out my arms and wrapped them around her, burying my hands into her back, pressing her warm body against mine.
“Sorry for breaking the door… I will repair it later…” she articulated, breaking the tension with a slight wag of her tail that thumped against the sheets.
“No, it’s fine,” I replied, letting out a choked laugh that relieved my chest. “I had already thought… that it might be good to add a small doggy door at the bottom.”
A soft pant, similar to a laugh, escaped her jaws. I seized that moment of absolute closeness, where the barriers of predator and prey no longer existed, to confess my true territory.
“I want to be… a video game developer.”
She narrowed her eyes, pleased, and licked my face with a wet, rough warmth that made me close my eyes.
“Whatever it is, it will be fine with me,” she whispered.
I sighed and smiled.
Feeling the dense warmth of her fur against my fingers, I reached for the soaked cloth that was cooling my forehead. I ripped it off in one motion. The freezing midnight air bit my exposed skin, a sharp reminder of the harshness of this room. I made an attempt to sit up, propping my elbows on the mattress. My muscles protested with dull spasms.
I saw that she had dragged a glass of water to the nightstand. I tried to reach out, but the weight of her front paws returned to my chest, pinning me firmly down. Her animal strength was real, heavy, indisputable.
“I’ll handle it,” her guttural voice vibrated, a thick hiss that broke the silence.
My mother tilted her neck. With a sharp motion of her snout, she scratched the heavy metal collar encircling her golden retriever neck. A mechanical click echoed in the gloom. From the wall adjacent to the bed, a hidden panel slid open noiselessly, releasing an articulated robotic arm. The cold metal of the machine contrasted with the suffocating heat radiating from the beast on my bed.
The mechanical arm took the glass with hydraulic precision and brought it to my lips. I held it with trembling hands, swallowing the liquid with a wild craving that scraped my throat. Before retracting, the metal claw descended onto the crown of my head, giving me two slight, rhythmic taps, like mechanical pats of approval. Then it withdrew, camouflaging itself back into the structure.
I stayed still, my face contorted in an expression of pure confusion. My territorial instincts flared; my room, my only safe refuge from the outside world, had been desecrated by her subversive technology.
“I had to remodel the whole house a while ago,” she murmured, narrowing her dark eyes with a mixture of pride and grief. “I promise you I only made slight changes to your room. For extra safety.”
I nodded slowly, measuring the danger, processing the information with my mind still numb. My pulse was slower now, but distrust kept throbbing in my temples. I stared at her, straight at that snout designed to bite and tear, which now housed the most brilliant mind in the city.
“Are you going to tell me why you did it?” I let out, my voice sounding like a low growl. “Why cross over into the dog’s body?”
She averted her gaze, a trait of submission that clashed with the imposing structure of her back. Her breathing turned into a heavy, uncomfortable pant.
“Let’s just say mommy got into trouble with certain important people,” she confessed, and the high pitch of her voice denoted a purely human fear. “So… I can hide better if I’m just a canine. That’s why I need you to keep the secret for both of us too. Is that okay?”
The revelation froze my blood. My mother, the arrogant alpha who always controlled everything, was running away. She had become prey for the outside world, seeking the anonymity of a domestic animal. The power dynamic crumbled in my head. I finished drinking the water in one gulp and slammed the glass down onto the floor with a dull thud.
“And the pet’s memories?” I asked, watching the claws pressing into my sheets.
“They are still in me,” she replied immediately, perking up her ears. “She is fine. It is like a second consciousness. We both love you and will be here for you.”
“That’s weird,” I said, feeling a visceral chill. The idea of two minds, one savage and the other hyper-rational, inhabiting the same vessel turned my stomach.
“You’ll get used to it,” she nodded, letting out a low whine. “It’s not easy for me either.”
Her tail gave a couple of weak thuds against the blankets, a trace of the old golden retriever’s instinct trying to soothe the tension in the air. The ozone smell of the robotic arm and the sweet scent of her fur mingled in my nostrils, clouding my judgment.
“For now you need a good rest,” she decreed, moving her four limbs to settle herself better on the bed.
I nodded, closing my eyes to block out the confusion devouring me from within. She began to turn on her own axis to lie down beside me, seeking my warmth in the cold early morning. I failed to notice her in time. I had no time to measure her movements.
With the clumsy clumsiness typical of an anatomy she was still not entirely accustomed to, she dropped the heaviness of her hindquarters directly onto my crotch.
An involuntary spasm ran down my spine. The dull pain of the initial impact was suddenly replaced by a wave of dense, suffocating heat.
“Please… get off,” I asked her, my voice tight, pushing her flanks with my hands. My palms sank into her hot fur; I felt the vibration of her muscles and the accelerated thumping of her wild heart.
She reacted instantly. She gave a clumsy leap backward, pulling away toward the edge of the mattress. Her ears flattened against her skull in a gesture of absolute embarrassment. The fur on her snout seemed to bristle and her eyes went wide, completely flushed by the suddenness of the physical contact.
“Sorry, truly, forgive me…” she began to stammer, letting out small whines of apology that denoted deep humiliation.
But the silence that followed was dense, heavy, almost solid.
Despite the psychological confusion, the repulsion, and the chaos reigning in my head, biology did not understand reason. The direct contact and the pressure of her living body had triggered an automatic response in my own organism. We both looked down at the same time.
We saw the sheet rise, pushed up by an involuntary physical reaction, a pumping of blood beyond my control that betrayed my own vulnerability.
I went completely rigid, feeling the heat rise up my neck to my ears. My instincts of control and pride crashed against the raw reality of my body. She stayed still a few inches away, watching the result of her clumsiness with a disquieting fixity.
In short, we were both blushing from head to toe.
The air in the room turned thick, heavy with the smell of wet fur, cold sweat, and something more primitive that rose up my throat like hot bile.
My heart beat hard against my ribs, a war drum trying to drown out the shame.
This isn’t happening. She’s my mother… Why is my body reacting like this? I pushed the words out in a hoarse voice, almost a growl:
“It’s fine… it was nothing.”
But she did not move. Her dark eyes, large and liquid, locked into mine with that mix of canine concern and the human intelligence that still shone behind them. She tilted her head, her ears pinned to her skull in a gesture of absolute submission, and her snout moved a little closer. The heat of her breath hit the fabric of my pants.
“Are you sure, darling?” she asked, her guttural voice vibrating low, distorted by vocal cords that did not belong to her. It sounded like a plea, as if she were the one who feared she had crossed an irreversible line.
I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling the cold seeping through the cracks of the window. But then I felt her front paw, heavy and warm, rest on my thigh. The rough pads brushed against the bulge pushing the fabric, a slow, inquisitive caress, making my body tense like a spring.
“It’s not necessary,” I snapped, gripping her fur with trembling fingers. I wanted to push her away, but the touch was too real, too alive. The heat of her body radiated against my leg.
“If I hurt you…” she murmured, and the whine that escaped her throat sounded like pure guilt. “I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt you. Never again.”
The conflict devoured me. I refused, but the other part, the one that melted with her vulnerability, craved that warmth melting the internal frost. I swallowed hard.
“I promise you that if… if something happened, I’ll tell you.”
Her eyes lit up with a strange, naive, resigned boldness. She wagged her tail once, thumping softly against the sheets.
“…You are… at that age, it’s normal… I suppose you’ve looked it up on the internet sometime.”
I didn’t know what to answer. My brain went cloudy.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I lied, my voice catching.
But it was already too late. With a fluid movement of her neck, her jaws caught the waistband of my pants and carefully pulled them down, yanking them lower. The cold air bit my exposed skin. My cock, hard and throbbing, popped free against her snout. The contrast was brutal: the wet heat of her breath against the sensitive flesh. A spasm ran down my spine.
She stayed still for a second, sniffing. Then, she slid out her tongue, long, pink, and rough, and gave me a long lick from base to tip. The pleasure was like a lightning bolt.
I panted, blushing to my ears, my hands buried in the sheets.
“I-I’m fine…” I managed to say, but it sounded weak.
“I can’t leave things like this,” she shot back, her voice hoarse, vibrating against my skin. “Let me do it. Please.”
When I tried to pull my hips back, weakly pushing her head with my hands, I met her eyes.
There was no judgment in them. Nor was there any trace left of that cold severity I had feared so much for years. Just a raw, naked affection, a strange mix of animal devotion and something deeply human. A total surrender that completely disarmed me.
The urge to flee snapped inside me like a dry branch.
“Okay…” I whispered, almost losing my voice.
She barely raised her snout, looking at me with that endless patience. Her warm breath brushed my exposed skin. For a second, the only sound was the distant creaking of the house and the wild pounding of my own heart.
“Has anyone done it to you before?” she asked in a low, almost timid voice.
“No,” I admitted. The word came out broken, embarrassed.
“It seems so…” she murmured, and her snout moved a little closer, sniffing delicately. “Because it doesn’t smell bad.”
The comment, so innocent and so direct at the same time, hit me like a whip of shame and excitement. I had no time to answer.
With deliberate slowness, her warm jaws enveloped the head of my cock. Her tongue, wide and rough, stroked it from below in a long, heavy lick, as if she were savoring something precious. A choked groan escaped my throat. The wet heat was overwhelming, almost too much. My fingers instinctively closed around her golden fur, not pulling, just holding on.
She did not speed up. She continued with that disquieting calm, sucking gently, letting her hot saliva slide down my entire length. Every movement of her head was slow, exploratory. I felt the rough texture of her tongue swirling around, pressing right where it made me tremble most. My hips moved of their own accord, pushing just a bit deeper. She allowed it without resistance, settling into a better position on the bed.
Her front paws rested on the sides of my thighs, firm but without pinning me down. Her back curved in a line of natural submission, and her tail moved slowly, thumping against the sheets with a soft, steady rhythm. The sound of her wet breathing, mixed with small guttural whines, filled the room.
“Mother…” I growled, half warning, half plea.
She responded with a vibrating pant that traveled down my entire cock. The pleasure spread in slow, deep waves, pooling bit by bit in my belly. It wasn’t just the physical sensation; it was seeing her like this: surrendered, vulnerable, her eyes squinted in concentration and something gentler that I didn’t want to name. My fingers slid between her ears, stroking them without my realizing it.
The early morning cold kept seeping through the cracks, contrasting brutally with the suffocating heat of her mouth. Every time she lowered her head, swallowing me a bit more, I felt the careful brush of her fangs against the sensitive skin. It didn’t hurt. It was a controlled danger that only fueled the fire.
My breathing turned heavy. The muscles in my legs tensed and relaxed in involuntary spasms. She noticed the change and, without rushing, slightly increased the pace, sucking with more intent, enveloping me completely in that wet, living heat.
My cock grew even a bit more, slowly, densely, but inevitably under her suction.
She didn’t pull away for a single second. Her large canine eyes shone with pure hunger as she lowered her wet snout toward my crotch, the golden fur of her face brushing against my skin.
With a guttural whine, she buried her muzzle between my legs and slid out that long, rough canine tongue, wrapping one of my balls entirely. She sucked it with devotion, drawing it inside her hot mouth while her tail thumped hard against the sheets. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt: she licked, pressed, and swirled, coating me in thick saliva.
“Fuck…” I growled, tangling my fingers in the thick fur of her neck.
She whined with pleasure upon hearing me and went down even further, licking everything on my testicles with heavy, hungry laps, as if she were cleaning something of her own. Then she went up slowly, tracing my entire hard cock from my balls to the swollen tip with her animal tongue. She left it glistening, covered in drool, throbbing against her black snout.
She kissed the glans with her soft, warm canine lips, almost worshiping it, before opening her jaws and swallowing it whole. Her fangs barely grazed the sensitive skin while her dog mouth enveloped me in a tight, wet heat. She sucked with animal hunger, moving her head in a steady rhythm, vacuuming hard. The sounds were filthy: the sloshing of her saliva, her groans vibrating around my dick, the rub of her fur against my thighs.
I pushed deeper, fucking her snout without mercy, and she accepted it all. Her ears were pinned to her skull in total submission, her back curved, her tail wagging like crazy. She went lower, swallowing me down to the back of her canine throat, squeezing with muscles that were not human.
With nothing left to hold me back, I couldn’t help but play along…
“Good bitch…” I panted, lost.
That name ignited her. She whined louder, drooling abundantly over my cock, saliva dripping from her snout. She pulled my dick out of her mouth with an obscene sound, and I slapped it against her dog face several times. The first thick squirt bathed her snout, splashing her golden fur, her eyes, and her black nose.
She closed her eyes for a second, relishing the sticky warmth, and then darted that long, canine tongue out to lick everything with desperate, sweeping strokes. She wiped her muzzle, swallowing loudly, but only made herself messier: the white semen contrasted against her, dripping down her furry cheeks. She whimpered like a bitch in heat, rubbing her entire snout against my throbbing cock, licking and drooling uncontrollably.
Suddenly she plunged her muzzle hard between my legs, sniffing deeply and loudly at my crotch. She breathed in my scent with animal desperation, licking everywhere: balls, the base of my cock, even lower, with long, wet strokes while she moaned and panted. Her tail wouldn’t stop wagging.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I grabbed her tightly by the fur on the scruff of her neck and shoved my cock all the way down her canine throat. She opened her jaws wider, swallowing me whole, tightening her throat while sucking with raw force.
“W-Woof…!”
I came with a savage growl, discharging thick, hot streams directly deep into her dog throat. She swallowed everything without stopping, groaning around my dick, contracting her neck muscles to milk me to the very last drop. She kept sucking even after, licking with that tireless canine tongue, swallowing everything that remained.
When she finally lifted her muzzle, her snout was completely bathed in semen and thick saliva. White strings hung from her golden fur, dripping from her black nose and canine lips. She looked up at me with glassy eyes, tongue out, panting like the obedient bitch she seemed to have become.
Maybe… it was the season when the bitch’s heat had arrived…
Or at least, that is what I chose to think.
I lay panting on the bed, my chest rising and falling heavily, still nervous. My cock throbbed, glistening with canine saliva and leftover semen. She lifted her muzzle, dark eyes shining with desire, and whispered in that guttural, husky voice:
“It’s been a long time since I… enjoyed this either.”
She leaned back slowly, rolling over the bed until she lay on her back. Her fur spread over the sheets, her hind legs parted naturally. Instinctively I raised myself up a bit to give her space, and then I saw her.
Her canine vulva was completely exposed, swollen, glistening with juices. The thick, dark lips gleamed, wet, dripping a thick arousal that ran down the fur of her crotch. Her tail moved restlessly beneath her, thumping against the mattress. The warm, musky scent of a bitch in heat filled the room.
“We might as well… do it right,” she said, blushing. The flush was visible even beneath the fur of her muzzle. Her ears were down, but her eyes burned with need. “You can let yourself go… and fuck me good, son.”
My heart pounded hard against my ribs. The sight of that dripping dog vulva, open for me, made my cock jump again, hard as stone.
My mind went blank… and I only nodded, feeling completely aroused. I didn’t even know when I had taken off my shirt… but I was left totally naked…
I wanted… to fuck her.
I leaned over the bed, positioning myself between her spread hind legs. The heat radiating from her animal body was intense. I rested one hand beside her back and guided my swollen glans against her wet entrance. I pushed in little by little, feeling her canine lips part around my dick, swallowing me slowly. It was incredibly hot and tight.
She moaned loudly, a sound half bark, half whimper that vibrated in her chest. Her front paws reached up and rested against my torso, the warm pads pressing into my skin as I went deeper.
“Like that… a little higher,” she barked softly, her voice breathless. “Push harder… yes, right there…”
“Sorry,” I panted, nervous, pausing for a second.
“No, it’s fine like that,” she replied, moving her canine hips upward to meet me. “With me you’re going to learn… put it all the way in. I want to feel all of you.”
I obeyed. I thrust harder and buried myself to the hilt in her dog vulva. She let out a long, high-pitched whimper, arching her back. Her canine cunt tightened around my cock like a hot, wet fist, contracting hard, milking me.
“Ahh! Yes!” she barked, the claws of her front paws digging slightly into my chest.
I began to move, pulling my dick out and shoving it back in with an increasing rhythm. Each thrust produced a wet, obscene sound, her canine juices dripping over my balls and staining the sheets. Her vulva throbbed, sucking me in, so hot it felt like it was burning me. The fur of her belly rubbed against my abdomen with every stroke, soft and warm.
She wouldn’t stop whimpering and barking low, tossing her head from side to side. Her tail thrashed wildly beneath us.
“Harder… Like that! Don’t stop!” she begged between pants, her hind legs spread to the maximum, offering me her entire animal cunt.
I picked up the pace, fucking her with deep, brutal thrusts. Every time I went all the way in, my thick cock split her canine vulva open with a wet, obscene sound, feeling her hot walls contract around me, squeezing me as if she never wanted to let go. Her dog juices ran without stopping, soaking my thighs and balls, dripping down to the sheets.
I leaned closer over her, pressing my chest against her warm, golden back. My hands began to explore that animal body greedily: I ran them along her furry flanks, squeezed the soft fur of her waist, went down to her wide, muscular haunches, gripping them tightly as I penetrated her. She whimpered louder, trembling beneath me.
“You have… good hands,” she panted with a broken voice, licking my neck. “I like how you touch me… ahh!”
Those words ignited me like gasoline. I thrust harder, ramming into her savagely, pulling almost my entire cock out only to drive it all the way back in with a sharp smash of my pelvis against her swollen vulva. The sound of wet flesh filled the room.
“Do you like it like this?” I growled, squeezing her haunches with both hands, opening her up wider for myself.
“Yes! Like that! Harder!”
I pulled her tight against me, burying one hand in the thick fur of her chest while the other went down to grab the base of her tail. I tugged it gently while giving her dick over and over, each thrust more brutal than the last. She responded by hugging me with her front paws, wrapping them around my neck and back, digging her claws into my skin.
The heat of her canine body was suffocating. Her fur clung to my sweat, her muzzle panting against my ear. I began to move harder, not knowing exactly why, just letting myself be carried away by an animal instinct. My breath came heavy through my nose, snorting like a bull as I fucked her mercilessly. My cock drove in and out of her dog cunt with raw force, striking deep, rubbing against every sensitive inch of her inside.
She was getting wetter and wetter, so much wetter. Her canine juices squirted out with every thrust, soaking my abdomen and running down her haunches. One of her hind legs began to twitch uncontrollably, shaking in the air while I drilled her.
“Aahh! Yeees!” she howled with pleasure, a long, sharp sound that made my skin crawl.
Her internal walls contracted violently around my dick, sucking me in, milking me. I fucked her faster, using all my weight to drive it all the way in, over and over, striking her swollen vulva without rest. The fur of her belly was soaked, dripping. Her hard, canine nipples rubbed against my chest with every impact.
She tightened her embrace with her paws, pulling me as if she wanted to melt into me. Her muzzle sought my neck, licking me with desperate strokes while she moaned and barked breathlessly.
“More! Give me all your cock! Fill me!” she begged, her voice cracking.
I snorted hard through my nose, my hot breath against her fur, and obeyed like an animal. I slammed into her with sharp, deep thrusts, shaking her entire canine body on the bed. Her vulva dripped without stopping, squeezing me so tightly I could barely pull out. I felt her contractions getting faster, more intense.
Her hind leg kept twitching wildly, toes splayed, as she howled from pure pleasure. The sound of my pelvis crashing against her wet cunt was deafening, obscene, perfect.
“I’m coming!” she barked suddenly, her entire canine body tensing like a bow.
Her dog vulva clamped down violently around my cock, squeezing me like a hot, living fist. I felt every internal fold, every fleshy, slippery wall contracting in savage spasms. It was as if her animal cunt had a life of its own: the muscles rippled, sucking and milking my dick with brutal force, squeezing from the base to the swollen tip. The spasms came in fast, deep waves, massaging me, swallowing me whole while her hot juices flooded me in abundant gushes.
She howled uncontrollably, muzzle wide open, tongue hanging out as her body convulsed beneath me. Her vulva throbbed without stopping, contracting and loosening in irregular rhythms, wringing my cock as if trying to extract every last drop from me.
That pushed me to the absolute limit.
I thrust all the way in one last time, burying myself completely in that hot, dripping canine cunt, and came with an animal growl. The first thick, powerful jet of semen shot directly against her internal walls. The instant she felt the heat, her vulva went wild: it tightened even harder, contracting in a violent spasm that milked me forcefully, as if her dog cunt were sucking down every single pulse.
“Yeees! More! Fill me!” she howled, her front paws digging into my back, pulling me with desperation.
Every new jet of semen I fired inside her triggered an even more intense reaction. Her vulva rippled and squeezed around my dick, massaging every inch, swallowing the hot semen with deep, hungry contractions. I could feel the spasms traveling down her internal walls, how her cunt closed and throbbed, wringing more and more semen out of me while her juices mixed with my cum, creating a hot, sticky mess inside her.
We were a complete mess…!
She trembled all over, her back arched, her tail wagging wildly beneath us. Her vulva wouldn’t stop milking me: long, heavy spasms that squeezed the base of my cock, followed by faster, shorter contractions around the glans, as if she were trying to swallow every last drop directly into her animal uterus.
“It’s so hot…! I can feel every squirt!” she whimpered against my neck, licking me with her canine tongue while her cunt kept convulsing. “Don’t stop… fill me more!”
I kept thrusting weakly, emptying myself completely inside her. Every pulsation of mine was met with an eager squeeze from her dog vulva, which seemed to hunger for my semen. The spasms became slower but deeper, like long waves traveling down her entire canal, milking me until I was dry.
When I finally began to go soft, her vulva was still throbbing gently around my still-buried cock, contracting with small, residual spasms, as if it didn’t want to let me out. Mixed streams of semen and her canine juices escaped around my dick, dripping down her furry haunches and soaking the sheets.
She panted with her mouth open, her muzzle wet, her eyes half-closed in pure animal pleasure. Her leg was still twitching uncontrollably in the air, splayed to the side. She slowly moved closer to me, licking my jawline with a slow, almost worshipful stroke, and whispered in a husky, satisfied voice:
“Good boy… my good boy… you filled me so much… I can feel your hot cum inside me.”
Her vulva gave one last long, possessive contraction around my dick, squeezing me softly as if she wanted to keep it all inside. The fur of her belly and crotch was completely soaked, glistening with sweat, juices, and semen. The dense, heavy, and deliciously filthy scent of animal sex filled the entire room.
She looked absolutely marked. Absolutely happy…
I was left panting… and ended up falling asleep by her side, turning off any annoying alarms on my phone.
Being able to sleep well… after a long… long time at last.
that was incredibly hot and cute 🙂