trained service wolfdog

Collared and muzzled, watching latex fingers glide over eager tongue, caress sharp fangs, tease a needy throat. Swallowing, chomping, whining desperately in the muzzle, begging for it.

"breathe in for four.... and out for eight..." counting each beat as he slides his fingers in and out of you

"here we go puppy. can you name five things you can see?" as he gently grabs your neck, forcing you to watch him push his cock into your tight hole

"gooood. four things you can touch?" as he guides your hands to his face, his chest, his throbbing cock, your leaking puppyparts

"that's it, keep breathing. now three things you can hear." as he bottoms out inside you, moaning and panting in your ear

"two things you can smell?" as he pulls you in closer and brings his slick-covered fingers to your lips

Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead – a worthy woman... ...I would say "how lucky am I"

Father in heaven who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water... ...Who would then transform me from a man to woman? Were I only to have merited this being so graced by goodness...

What shall I say? why cry or be bitter? If my father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity then I do not wish to remove it. the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found. So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground. Since I have learned from our tradition that we bless both, the good and the bitter I will bless in a voice hushed and weak: blessed are you [HaShem] who has not made me a woman.

Rowdy pup who isn’t allowed in with the other pups anymore. He kept hurting them, being way too rough. He would jump on them, bite their ears, force his little puppy cock into their puppy parts. If he wanted to act like a big dog, he’d be put in with the big dogs.

He whimpers, inching backwards as they crowd him. They knock him over onto his back, licking at his weeping cock. He lets out a yip, afraid of how many are surrounding him. Big rough paws shove him around, pulling him in different directions and putting him in different positions.

“Cmon puppy, cmere! Need puppy kisses…right here cmon boy!” He’s panting and flushed and guiding puppy’s face between his legs. “Ohhh just like that! Good boy good fucking boy! Fuck! Keep going puppy don’t fucking stop!”

He’s never heard his owner make these noises before!! But he sounds so pretty and he’s calling him good boy, he can’t help the way his tail wags I excitement. Plus owner tastes so good, he’s pressing his face deeper against owners cunt trying to get more and more, trying to get deeper.