magdalena

the prince knew of your existence growing up (it would have been hard to miss the fight the queen and king had when she learned of his affair) but he knows little more of you than that. common folk and royals do not mingle, especially a figure as important as the heir to the throne. for a long time, the prince thought you must be an ugly abomination, tainted by common blood, so you can only imagine his surprise when he finds out you've taken more after your father then your mother.

with no pureblooded sisters, you're the first woman he's seen with the same striking features as himself. it's like looking in a mirror, which is one of the vain princes favorite pass times. he imagines how you'd look beneath him, face twisting so prettily when you cry, gasping like an angel when he thrusts inside. it's wrong, yes, but he just can't seem to stop himself from rutting up into his hand at the thought of you.

your babies would have the beauty of the gods. oh, he'd give you dozens.

you don't know what's happening when you're pulled out of your house in the middle of the night and taken to the castle by guards. you especially don't know whats happening when you're brought into the most lavish bedroom you've ever seen by a maid and handed a shift to change into.

just imagine the confusion when your long lost brother enters the room, eyes ablaze with lust, and begins to remove his trousers.

“What videos? The usual sick shit?” Whitney glanced over, aware of some of the shit the criminal helped produce. Fuck, that was the first time he ever jerked it to fucking internet porn. Some nasty fucking shit, not entirely… Legal, but fucking normal in this town. 

“Oh, better. Landry’s a sick fucking puppy, bro.” His lackey grinned up at him, so proud of catching Whitney’s interest at long last. “Yknow, those pups are horny, but you gotta just shake them off and then they just lick their own crotch for a while. But, y’know, some people? Some people… Fuck em.” “Yeah, no shit, cuntface.” Whitney wasn’t a fucking idiot. Hell, he loved sending stupid sluts to go grab something for him, only for them to get trapped with a dog person. Fucking rubbing their stupid cunts on their face, or getting mounted by a fat dick, and the stupid slut crying for someone to help them. No one wants to be seen getting rutted into or against by one of those stupid things. It’s fucking humiliating. The entire town labels you a pervert. “I know people fuck the-” “Landry films it. Films it and uploads it. Then give the dog-person over to the pound or something.” She relaxed against the grass, leaning back so glibly that she didn’t realize that she was lying in his cigarette ash. Idiot.  The others pulled faces at each other, grossed out at the thought  of anyone getting off on watching someone fucking or getting fucked by a dog-person. Whitney, however, squinted at her. 

“Any good?” “Whitney, gross-”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck off, are they any good?” 

“I mean… From the views alone, I’m saying Landry is making a neat little sum on the side.” She shrugged before pulling her phone out and typing on it, her long fake nails making the most annoying clicking noises. Whitney’s annoyance grew until she finally showed him a website she pulled up. All he got was a glimpse of a page packed with thumbnails of cocks and tits and dogtails before she took her phone back again. “I say, sell the thing to him, and if they’re good enough, you’ll get a nice bit of pocket money on the side.” “Hey, that’s not a bad idea, is it, Whit?” One of the other blockheads piqued up. “Grab random dog people and sell them?” “Landry’s not going to take any random mutt, shitlips.” “It’s Lipschitz! And fuck off, it was a good idea-”

“Yeah, for a dipshit-” 

Whitney rolled his eyes and leaned back on the swing again, exhaling the smoke from his nose as he ignored the bickering between his lackeys again. Yeah. Get rid of you, and get a nice payday. He could work with that. 

Except as he walked, he couldn’t help but mull it over. The site. The amount of videos. Curiosity nagged at him with each step, bringing him closer to his evening plans. 

His parents were never in anymore, especially in the evenings. Off, on a date night, wrapped up in each other, or at work, or at what the fuck ever. It’s always been up to him to make his own food, wash up, clean, except now he was doing it for two. Heated up something in the oven for himself and poured some food for you into your bowl, dragging on his cigarette as he watched you chew loudly, snarfing it down gratefully. Refilling your water as he washed his plate, jabbing at the chunks of food before giving up and leaving it to soak, so his mother would eventually take care of it. Pulling a face as you whined to be let out and nudging the backdoor open so you could trot out and make yourself comfy, stubbing out his cigarette as he watched you piss into the grass, feeling something warm in the curve of his belly. Eventually tugging you back inside and locking the door before heading upstairs, ignoring your excited little steps after him. Continued to ignore you as he flung himself into bed, as you nosed among his things, before tucking yourself under his cluttered desk with a little yawn. Whitney’s kicks off his pre-ripped jeans, underwear and shirt before giving his balls a rub, stretching out on his duvet. He slipped on some sweats, before dragging a blanket over his midriff, more focused on his phone, pulling up the website whats-her-fuck showed him earlier. 

It was obvious that most videos came from one person, with only a few being some real amateur shit, with shaky camera and an overexcited camera person. No, Landry’s shit was obviously good. Niki as the camera guy, appreciative angles, but also… 

It fucking looked good. 

The dog boy sitting all cute, blinking like a stupid bitch at the camera as it zoomed in on his big eyes before zooming out. Late at night, at the beach, his tail wagging, before the camera pans over to some guy, naked from the waist down. Cock bobbing as this dude massages his own balls. 

“This your dog?” A voice from behind the camera asks and the guy nods. “You fuck the pooch a lot?” 

“Oh yeah.” The guy’s obviously mic'd up, with the seashore wind picking up. “I got him from the pound and he just had such a cute ass. They’re so easy to train. Watch.” 

The guy whistles and the puppy boy trots over excitedly, his bubble butt raised high and proud, almost inviting a pervert in. Whitney’s cock began to rise, tenting his sweats. He huffed to himself, laying his hand over his bulge and giving it a squeeze. The dog-person leans up to sniff a bit at the guy’s cock but doesn't seem that interested, more into sweetly nuzzling at his balls. There were a few chuckles from the men standing around and the pup looked around, tongue lolling out, tail wagging so hard at being the object of such enjoyment. 

“He’s cute.” The guy behind the camera said, to some murmurs of agreement. 

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” The guy chuckled before snapping his fingers at the dog-boy. “Present.” 

The change was instantaneous. His ears perked up and his tail started going a mile miles per hour. Fuck, even his knotted cock sprang up so quickly that it earned an appreciative whistle. Within moments, he had fallen onto his back and rolled over onto his soft tummy, raising his ass, even humping the air a bit, as if trying to entice. 

“Yeah, puppy. You want a nice breeding, don’t you?” The guy dropped to his knees and Whitney had to slip his hand into his sweats at long lost, massaging at his shaft eagerly. 

The puppy-boy whined and raised his ass further, spreading his legs. 

“Breed! Please breed!” He whined, shaking his ass like he was about to pounce. 

Whitney groaned, his stomach tightening, slipping his cock free fully and jerking it with desperation. His thumb dragging against his slit, teasing out precum as he desperately played with himself. Fuck, he didn’t really get it before, but this was fucking doing it for him. Stupid sluts he enjoyed, but fuck. Trained stupid sluts, rolling over at the snap of his fingers? No wonder Landry was having success with this shit, way more appealing than anything he’s watched before- 

The feeling of something wet brushing the back of his hand made him cuss and nearly throw his phone. Blinking against the dark after staring at his phone screen for so long, it took him a moment to realise what the fuck that feeling even was. 

Your big stupid eyes were staring up at him, nudging your nose against the back of his hand with a look of blind adoration. 

“What ya watching?” Your tail was wagging, probably having heard the sound of an excited puppy-boy from across the room. 

Whitney glanced from your big, excited eyes, your tail wagging wildly, back to the his video, titled “Puppy-boy bred full at the beach”, with the camera in the perfect POV shot, showing a fat cock drilling the poor dog-person’s asshole, before looking back at you. You didn’t seem perturbed by his staring, stupid bitch you were, in fact, your smile at him just broadened, happy at the attention. Your happy little face so close to his fat cock, throbbing still in his hand. 

He slowly sat up, chucking his phone to the side, slipping into a cross legged position, cock pressing against his stomach. Whitney took hold of the base of his cock, a smirk slowly growing on his face as you remained close, tail wagging. Squeezing the base of his cock, he watched as your eyes went from looking at his face, to his erection with an innocent curiosity. He grinned and lightly tapped the head against your lips, smearing precum, and your tongue flicked out to taste it, before scrunching your cute little face up. 

“Salty.” You stuck out your tongue, as if airing it out would help. 

Whitney took the moment to drag his cock over it again, your rough tongue brushing over the slit in a way that almost had him grab you by your floppy ears and fuck your mouth… Well…

“Open.” Whitney demanded, and you whined, tail stilling for a moment before you opened your maw. 

Perfect. A sloppy, pink hole for him to fuck until you learn to love the taste of cock. Maybe that will up your value. 

In the dark of the room, with the only light being from his phone, the loudest noise was the wet slap of his cock rubbing against your drooling tongue, hitting the back of your throat, saliva swishing loudly as Whitney groaned. It wasn’t like the sluts at school. You couldn’t stop salivating, spit running down your chin as your tail continued to wag wildly. He could fucking condition you. Just the whiff of cock and you’d be a drooly, wet mess. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Who's my good puppy?” He groaned, letting his mouth run without meaning to. 

You whined with excitement, ears perking up at the first bit of positive reinforcement you had ever gotten from Whitney. 

“Yeah, you are. My cute, stupid, cockwhore puppy.” His tone was soft and your brain registered as good, as your brain clouded and you couldn’t stop drooling. “Gonna fuck you, huh? Gonna breed your stupid puppy hole, huh?” 

Your tail stopped all together, your eyes growing large and dark. Ah. Liked that word huh? Whitney yanked his cock out of your throat, drool spilling all over his floor, dripping from his erection and your tongue. 

“Alright. Roll over, or something. C’mon.” 

You whined and spread your legs from your seated position, sitting back on your haunches, showing off how excited you were, making a mess all over his floor. Squirming a bit, you fell onto your back, tail peeking out and wagging as you stared up at your master with unblemished love. Whitney smirked and kneeled down in front of you, leaning over for a moment to spit into your mouth before papping his slicked up cock against your hole, puffy and ready to be bred. 

The sound of the front door opening had him stilling for just a moment, and his cock softened a bit. If his parents found him with his stupid dog-person like this? What-

Your hole snagged against the tip of his cock, jerking his attention back to you as you whined and desperately humped at him. Alright. Fuck. Yeah. His pooch needed seeing to. As his parents moved around downstairs, his mother bemoaning the fact he left his dishes in the sink, he put a sweating palm over your mouth, letting you lick the salt from his palm as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your hole. Whitney groaned as he slowly sunk into you, your excited huffing slipping into a pleasured whine. 

“Good puppy.” Whitney hissed out between his teeth, his hips moving involuntarily as he fucked into your tight, sloppy heat. The squelching sound of his curved cock hitting deep into your hole was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever fucking heard. He’s heard sluts whining for cock, he’s fucked his fair share of whores, but jesus christ, this puppy-bitch was the best of both worlds. Loyal, dumb, like a dog, with the hole of the nastiest whore in town. Thoughts of selling you onto Landry, only seeing you fucked open on videos, slipped away, more focused on simultaneously trying to fuck deeper and deeper into you, but also keeping quiet as his parents ascended the staircase. 

“I should check on Whitney.” His mother whispered to his father, who just grunted. 

His panic flipped, both from his balls tightening as your heat clamped down around him, but also shock. Whitney was not going to get caught fucking his stupid fucking dog-person. With a low hiss, he hooked his arms around your thighs and picked you up, you nuzzling into his neck with a happy huff, stupid bitch. He almost had to wrestle you into bed, with you excitedly still trying to back up against his cock trapped in your hole. His mother’s voice came closer and he just barely yanked his covers up over him and you, with you still snuffling at his cheek. 

The door opened and a line of light cut across his room and there was a beat of silence, with you still lovingly nuzzling into him. 

“Awh. He finally let the pooch sleep on his bed.” His mother cooed. There was another beat, of her watching him, and you slowly humping at his cock, balls about to fucking burst inside his puppy-person with his mother fucking watching. 

After a beat, the door closed again, and Whitney let out a guttural moan into your shoulder, a few more humps from you more than enough to send him over the edge, cum flooding your hole as his mother’s footsteps retreated to the master bedroom. 

“Fucking… Hell…” Whitney raggedly breathed out as you shivered against him, beginning to lick affectionately at his chin. You were more of a person than a dog, he guessed. 

— 

You settle against the mattress, letting your head hang off the edge of the bed. As you make yourself comfortable, you smugly watch Caleb’s eyes shamelessly trail down your face to the valley of your breasts, as he absentmindedly tugs his length. 

“Don’t hold back,” you bite your lip, stubbornly trying to hide your eagerness. 

“Yeah, yeah. Tilt your head back for me, pips.” Caleb wets his bottom lip at the look of you obeying him so submissively, heavy cock throbbing with need. 

He presses his thumb intimately against your plush lips, cheeks warming at your display of lewdness when you playfully suck and nip at his skin. 

“I’ll go slow,” he murmurs, tucking his hand under the back of your head to support you. His other taps his cock tip against your parted lips, sticky strings of arousal connecting the two of you. “Tap my thigh twice when you need air.” 

When you nod your consent, Caleb breathes out slowly and jacks himself off a couple times before slipping his flushed mushroom tip past your lips, his hips twitching with obvious restraint. 

The second the sensitive slit touches the soft warmth of your tongue, his fingertips dig into your hair causing his veins to flex along his arms as his eyes flutter shut. The weight of him is nothing to laugh at, and you can feel the ridges of his throbbing veins slide down your silky, clenching throat. 

He pulls back slowly, savouring the feeling before sinking forward again, this time breaching deeper. 

“Such a pretty willing mouth,” Caleb groans, lips parted. 

With the way his abdomen tenses and the room fills with his laboured breathing, you know Caleb is doing his best to be patient for you, fighting against holding your head with both hands and pushing all the way to the back. 

“You really want this, huh?” His tone is affectionate and portrays his amusement as you struggle to inhale through your nose. 

“Still think you can take me all the way? Remember all the times you’ve complained about me being too big?” You do your best to give Caleb a nudge as an nonverbal attempt to make him go deeper. His balls draw up tight as your mouth stretches around his cock, already taking him deep enough to form a bulge in your throat. 

The stretch of your esophagus is uncomfortable. You try to even your breathing, but it’s hard when Caleb’s cock is filling your throat and his cum-filled balls are pressing against your nose. 

“Holy shit,” Caleb chokes, smoothing a thumb against your cheek, admiring your fluttering lashes. His hand trails down from your face to caress your neck in awe, gently rubbing himself through your skin. “I didn’t know you could do that.” 

You let your eyes shut once more as you melt into his praise, feeling his cock throb as it passes through the delicate walls of your neck. You’ve managed to take his whole, girthy and lengthy cock down to the base, the tousled patch of hair pressing against your skin and tickling your chin. 

Caleb chuckles, almost in disbelief at your lewd achievement. You squint your eyes, wanting to wipe that smile right off his face – so you let your tongue wander as much as it can around his silky member, drool seeping past your lips and soaking your cheeks. 

Caleb’s hips stutter and he whines, chest heaving and head tilting back. “F-fuck…” The jolt of his hips pushes him too deep, making you choke and gargle around him. 

Your reaction lights something up inside Caleb, and he decides to be rougher with you – meaner. The speed in his pace increases and starts to lose rhythm, the pressure in your throat becoming almost unbearable. His balls slap against your forehead with every push in, sticky webs of your saliva and his precum making a slick sound. “Hah… yeah. That’s good.”

God, Caleb has been holding out on you. You’ve been craving for this moment, and it’s a shame that only now has Caleb decided to indulge you. 

Caleb seems to speed up even more subconsciously, the tip of his engorged cock filling your warm cavern and hitting the back of your throat. Your hands fly above your head to rest against his hips, attempting to create some version of resistance to slow him down. 

His face contorts in pleasure, a sure sign of him hurling towards his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, movements urgent as he feeds more of himself to you. “I’m gonna cum, gonna fill that tiny throat of yours-” 

Caleb’s roughness makes you cough around him, pushing at his hips as he jackhammers his length into your mouth. 

“That’s not tappin’ my thigh,” Caleb scrunches his eyes shut, head tilting back. Beads of sweat run down his toned build, skin flushing at the physical exertion. His smug expression is wiped off his face. 

When he’s close, Caleb’s eyes snap open to look down at you, eyes dilated. His thrusts turn frenzied, serving as a warning before he takes your head into both hands and pushes as far as he can go. 

“Cumming…!” Warm, salty jets of sperm coat your cavern and slide down your windpipe as Caleb grunts, hips grinding against you to ride out his high. 

He pulls out and you’re quick to turn yourself over, coughing his sticky cum out of your throat and onto the floor. Caleb rubs your back soothingly, letting you catch your breath before he says anything. 

“Fuck,” you say, voice strained as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Fuck you and your stupidly fat cock.” 

Caleb chuckles and brushes his spend off your lips, before pressing a kiss to them. “I’m impressed, pips. Consider yourself proven.” 

You collapse against the bed and bask in glee at Caleb’s praise. Caleb cleans the mess on the floor and joins you, tenderly wiping off the rest of spit and cum on your face with a damp cloth. 

“Next time, I’ll swallow.” 

Caleb’s imaginary puppy ears perk up. “There’s going to be a next time?” 

— 

Caleb: Please talk to me ;-( I told you not to overestimate yourself  Caleb: Pls  Caleb: Pls  Caleb: Pls  Pip-squeak (you): u bruised the back of my throat.  Caleb: I’m sorry pipsss. I’ll make it up to you. Braised pork for dinner next time I see you (>_<)

weeks pass, then a month, and despite his endless patience and compassion towards you, you aren’t improving. you're always angry, always terrified of his presence and touch, you've lost so much weight from food denial that he's had to take you to the vet to be force fed via tube.

the only time nanami ever really sees you happy is when you're humping something.

you only do it when you think he isn’t around — you’re shy, he assumes. the first time he caught you, you were grinding against one of his couch cushions. he was about to chastise you for destroying another article of furniture but then he heard your whimpering, moaning with your head thrown back in bliss, riding out your orgasm, and to his utter shock, you fell asleep afterwards. no fuss, no anger, just a quiet yawn before you curled up into a ball and nodded off. when you woke up, you were tamer - not tame, but tamer, and after months of nothing, any improvement in attitude was a win in his eyes.

he started "accidentally" leaving things around for you to hump. pillows, stuffed animals, blankets, he even left a vibrator out on the kitchen table conveniently within your reach once, and you fell for the bait hookline and sinker. he'd watch through newly installed security cameras as you pleasured yourself, soothing yourself into a temporary state of docility. you started eating more, stopped chewing furniture and nanami thinks he's finally cracked the code.

there's only one problem: it doesn't matter how calm you are if you still hate him.

you can hump and release pent up stress until the sun stops shining but until nanami can approach you without you lashing out attempting to train you is a futile cause. time goes on and things don't change, at least until he finds you rutting against one of his shirts one day, once you’re finished and he calls you for training, something strange happens.

you're nice to him.

you cuddle up to him, all docile and sweet, looking up at him with big, sleepy eyes as you doze off on his lap, and nanami, to his utter horror, gets an idea.

it's wrong. so, so incredibly wrong, but he's worried that if you go too much longer without making progress the pound with take you back and put you down. this... it's not ideal, but it's better then sending you to a premature death, right? and you really are a pretty hybrid. despite what your previous owners may have thought, nanami thinks your pedigree shines through for miles.

carefully, he slips two fingers into your cunt.

you wake up to a soft pressure at your hole. it feels nice, you grind back on it, at least until you open your eyes and see that your trainer is inching his thick cock into your hole. you cry and whine, clawing at his arms and barking loud but he shushes you gently and soon enough you find that your protests have turned into moans.

he has you panting like a bitch in heat, rutting back onto his cock almost involuntarily through some sort of animal instinct, crying for him to give it to you harder, faster. and he does, he bends and twists you into doggy style, mating press, flatiron, pounding you so good, so full. you've never cum as hard as you do on his cock, by the end you're chanting "mate mate mate!" like a prayer.

and nanami's hypothesis proves to be correct. after your fifth orgasm your so sweet for him. sitting, staying, rolling over - a very good girl indeed. though the means were a bit... dubious, he's elated that he's finally cracked the code. this is how he'll save you.

he does find however, that the sex has to be a regular occurrence in order for the effects to be maintained. he was hopeful that he'd only have to engage in such a taboo once, but after two days cock-less you start ripping things up and snapping at him again - perhaps more violently now than before, even. nanami decides it's best for the maintenance of your progress to establish a daily sex ritual. every afternoon, right around when you're starting to get crabby again, nanami brings you to his bedroom and licks and sucks and fucks you until you can't remember your own name. afterwards you come out good as new.

though he hates to admit it, he's grown to enjoy your little promenades together. you're so cute coming undone on his tongue, your little tail wagging happily, tickling his nose, and the way you howl when you cum around his cock is nothing short of sinful. maybe some would turn their nose up at it, but if the sex is mutually beneficial, who cares what they think.

ultimately, nanami decides it's best not to give you back to the pound. you'll be happier here by his side where he can provide all the enrichment a troublemaker like you needs.

Your ears are ringing, cunt borderline sore. He’s been making you cum with his tongue and fingers for what seems like forever. Having enough you grab his arm to pull him down towards you, tone demanding and outright bratty. 

“Fuck me.” 

Caleb lets out a sputter and laughs at your furious eyes and tone. “You’re so endearing. And demanding, what was that?”

“Don’t make fun of me!” Your cheeks and ears are red as you glare at his boyish grin. 

“Okay, okay,” he coos. “Guess I can’t delay it anymore, huh.” He opens his lips to let a pool of saliva drip down, right onto your entrance. “Take a deep breath, baby.”

You feel something blunter and wider than anything you’ve ever taken before nudge at your hole.

It’s not going to fit, you think. He’s not even inside of you yet, but the tip of his cock is already much wider than his fingers. Your breath is taken away when his cock head sinks into you. 

Caleb pulls out, then sinks his hips slightly deeper on his second attempt. You’re pretty sure he's only a quarter of his way inside. With each thrust he slides slightly deeper into your hole, rocking in and out until his hips are flush against your ass. 

He starts to roll in shallowly – grind really – as his coarse hair pushes against you with each thrust. You can’t look away at the bump forming your tummy with every move he makes. Caleb’s cock is hefty, each drag carrying a weight with each drag. 

Caleb groans, whispering praises as he ruts into you. He sits up, length still lodged inside, to drag your body closer to him in a different angle. You feel it immediately. 

“Is that-” you choke. An ache of discomfort runs through you. Caleb readjusting your position made it possible to reach even deeper inside of you, his cock bumping against your cervix. 

“Look at you,” Caleb hums, pressing his large hand against your raised abdomen. The pressure hurls you towards your orgasm, walls clenching and milking his cock. 

“Caleb…!” You cry out, feeling him twitch. 

“Fuck…’m gonna cum, pips,” Caleb grunts, the only warning you get before he pushes himself as deep as possible, spurts of hot, warm cum flooding your womb entrance. 

Caleb doesn’t move for a while, balls pulsing against your ass as his cock pumps load after load into you. When he finally pulls out rushes of his cum and your arousal follows, leaking down you and onto the already soaked sheets. 

He coos at you, brushing your damp hair as you try to catch your breath. “Did so good for me, pips. Gonna clean you up now.” You bask in your afterglow as Caleb dutifully wipes you down, changing you into some pajamas. 

You don’t register he's done until he slips under the covers beside you. Nestling up to him you hum in appreciation and start to drift off. “Finally. I’ve been waiting forever for you to finally fuck me.”

“Sorry pip-squeak,” he chuckles sheepishly. “Was scared I’d hurt you.” Caleb presses one last kiss to your head before you fall into a restful sleep, as he gently rubs soothing circles on your aching tummy.