Dad

a sweet puppy, desperate and overwhelmed. on his back, knees over my shoulders. maybe he was so excited to see me that he neglected his own needs in the moment, only for them to return with more force than before.

my mouth on his tdick, tongue lapping through his slick with groans that reverberate down to his hole. when he tries to squirm away, feet pressing at my back, i only double down. unknowingly move my hands, one to his hip and the other over his stomach, pressing down to keep him still.

his puppycunt seizes up against my mouth, hips jerking away, thighs clamping on either side of my head out of reflex. begging in hazy, pleading words for me to get off for a second, to let him get up and go, he’s going to make a mess. barely even coherent, trying to sit up and push me back, but the articulation only puts more pressure on his abdomen.

my arms would move, both hooking underneath his thighs, hands splayed over the tops. i’d pull him close enough that my mouth was buried against him, a seal of sorts; rubbing my nose down into his tdick, keeping his hips angled just right. tongue still working unabashedly. the second he’d cum he’d lose any possession of control over anything.

“He needs an outlet. Have you tried a bunny? They’re not aggressive, and they have a lot of stamina. Your pup will be so well behaved after knotting a fluffy tailed angel.”

He was skeptical at first, but the more research he did on it the more he found. Forums and threads of owners raving about how a bunny changed their pups completely. The first couple of times were rough on the bun, puppy’s don’t know how to be gentle yet, but they seem to all bounce back. Owners post pics of their pups and buns cuddling together after, both sticky and sweaty and content.

The bunny in his lap looks at him with such innocent eyes. He sighs.

“You’re a sweetheart. I promise if he gets too rough I’ll intervene but I need you to be a good pet yeah? This is what Bunny’s are made for, it’ll feel good soon.”

The first interaction goes exactly how he thought. He bully of a pup instantly tackling and pinning the bun while they squealed. Puppy tongue against bunny ears, and then hips humping wildly. It takes. More than one it takes, Bunny’s belly is swollen with pups knots and pup actually does seem calmer, grooming the bunny’s head and hugging him close.

The novice nun went from catholic school straight to the convent without any sex education. Luckily the priest saw that she would be perfectly suited to pregnancy, and decided it was only fair that she be given the chance to unlock her full potential. She had no idea that the fun time she had bouncing on his lap in the confessional would come to this...

Nine months later, she's mostly managed to hide her growing bump inside her habit, but had to bind her breasts down as they grew thick with milk in anticipation of the baby that she's tried VERY HARD not to think about. But her body isn't going to let her off the hook.

It's shortly after bedtime on Saturday when she realises something is happening. She's been ignoring the cramps all day but she can definitely feel it sitting lower in her hips now. And she keeps getting this urge to push...

She pushes through the night, alone in her dark cell, being as quiet as possible not to alert any other nuns to her plight. She alternates between lying with her legs pulled up as high as they'll go, and crouching by her bed straining, a blanket between her clenched teeth to muffle the groans, in a perverse kind of reversal of her regular nightly prayer pose.

With horror she realises that the dawn is arriving, and the bell is soon going to ring for the nuns all to go to the chapel. In the silent break between contractions, she can hear the nun in the next cell rummaging around getting ready for the day.

Desperately she reaches down between her legs to feel the head which has been stuck at an almost-crown for hours now. She pushes harder and harder as quietly as she can, in perfect agony.

The bells begin to ring. There's nothing she can do, she can't go down to prayers like this. So she stays where she is and labours, missing the Sunday service, the important one.

The head is finally, blessedly, nearly out when the door opens. She looks to see the mother superior standing in the doorway, in some shock at the sight of the novice nun flat on her bed, one leg braced on the wall and the other pulled up to her chest, with a baby's head nearly hanging out of her.

Red-faced, she looks at the mother superior, panting with the effort. Mother superior says nothing, but closes the door behind her and folds her arms, settling back to watch the show.

The novice has no choice but to keep pushing, now knowing there are eyes watching every movement, every puff and groan and push and strain. And she has no idea where she'll stand at the end of it, whether she'll be allowed to continue novice training, or get thrown out onto the street. But she can't think about that right now, with this head splitting her in two.

She keeps pushing.

whenever they decide it's time, they come over to your place (that they pay for). they have you get comfortable while they put on their gloves and prepare the artificial insemination device. they stick it inside you and coldly fill you with semen. you don't know whose; they always reassure you that they chose carefully, but never give details beyond that. and then they leave. they make you take pregnancy tests twice a week after that until one comes back positive (and send them a picture). if it didn't stick, they come back and fill you again.

sometimes they seemingly change their mind and have you get an abortion. other times, they have you carry to term. sometimes they give you mysterious pills that speed up the pregnancy. other times, they let it draw out the whole 9 months. they always schedule your prenatal appointments for you, and they tell you what your birth is going to be like. sometimes they let you give birth at a hospital. sometimes it's at home, with midwives. sometimes it's one on one with them. but it's never medicated. you always feel all of the pain. they always give you an extra big allowance the week after in order to "make up for it". they always take the baby away; they reassure you that they had already planned the adoption and the baby is going straight to its new parents.

they let you have sex with whoever you want, whenever you want. but you mustn't let any of those people get you pregnant. they make sure your place is always fully stocked with plan B and pregnancy tests. they make you give them updates on your period so that they can track your cycle. they decide whether you're on birth control or not. when you ARE pregnant, they make you send them updates and pictures every day. they can be sexy pictures or not; it's up to you. but you have to show them your progress.