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You heard the front door. He was home again.

You clipped the leash to the collar Leo got you, holding it in your mouth as you padded on all fours to the door. You liked meeting him at the door, feeling so pretty in your collar and nothing else. You watched him close the door behind him, waiting just out of view of the street. As soon as the latch clicked, you leaped.

His clothes were cool against your bare skin, strong arms supporting you as you let your weight rest on him, letting him pull you up to your tiptoes and into a loud open-mouthed kiss

“Good day at work?”

He frowned at you “Puppies don't talk, you know that”

You barked, sticking your tongue out with a grin, showing off the piercing. You could decide not to be a puppy if you wanted, sure, but collar on brain off time was just so comfortable you're not sure why you would.

You dropped back to the floor, sitting on your haunches as he took the lead and walked you back into the living room.

“I made a new present for puppy, you wanna see it?”

You nodded, tongue still hanging out as he pulled a box from his bag

“Had it made special for you, close your eyes”

You loved this part. You closed your eyes, feeling a rubber ball touch your tongue. You bit at it, almost surprised when Leo didn't pull it away. Straps wrapped around your head, fastening at the back. Cold metal touched your face. Your eyes opened, he'd muzzled you. The galvanised metal extended from your face, forming the rough shape of a muzzle. The ball gag in your mouth was attached, as long as you were wearing the muzzle, you'd be unable to speak beyond whines. You smiled, a thin strand of drool already dangling from your lip. He always got you the best presents.

Leo's hand was in your hair, pulling your face to his crotch “You were a naughty puppy last week, weren't you?” He pushed his sheath against the bars of your muzzle. You could smell his musk, it almost made your eyes cross, but you couldn't taste it “Maybe if you're a good puppy now, you'll get another treat, him?”

You whimpered, drooling, nodding. You wanted a treat.

“Good. Now, sit”

You did, settling back on your haunches, hands planted in front of you

“Speak?”

You tried to bark through the gag, making a muffled sound instead, feeling the drool land on your breasts

“Lie down”

You got on your belly, still trying to crane your neck and look at him. Seeing him from this angle was only making you wetter, you whined again, desperate for your treat

“Good pup. Now, let's get you a treat”

A treat! The word echoed in your head. You stayed still, prostrate on the cold wooden floor until he gestured at the couch. Limbs flailing, you scrambled up, sitting patiently like before. Your leash tugged you around. A hand fell on the back of your neck, forcing your face into the backrest. Another pulled your ass up, burying your head in the cushions.

You were soaked, you could feel it. Dripping wet and ready. You whined, the muzzle holding you away from the cushion so your noises weren't muffled any further than they were already. Your hips shook for him, side to side so you could show off your cunt.

You felt his cock against your entrance. It felt different to usual. Then you realised, he hadn't paused to put on any protection. You blushed, he was going to fuck you raw.

Your breath quickened. He was going to fuck you raw.

He groaned as he entered you. There wasn't any resistance. You were far too slick for that. You rolled your hips in time with his thrusts, then a little out of time, listening to his grunts change, trying to get the perfect rhythm to get your reward. Try as you might, no matter how desperate you made Leo sound, you couldn't coax him to knot you.

An arm reached between your leg and the sofa, two fingers rolled your clit. He angled down, each thrust running the length of his vein-textured cock against the sensitive spot on your upper wall. You couldn't resist. You whined, then barked your way past your peak. You felt yourself spray him with your release, thin girlcum squirting from your crotch. You could smell it in the air, even from here. You could tell he could smell it too.

The thrusts got harder, faster. He was trying to hold back, but his instincts wouldn't let him. Something in him wanted to knot you, needed to fill you to the brim. He was powerless to stop himself.

You came again as the knot forced its way in. The stretch in your cunt made you gasp against the gag, baring your teeth and gripping the fabric you were being fucked into.

He filled you up. Every moment you were tied together, more thick Lupine seed gushed into you. It was hotter than you expected. Normally the condom caught it all, and you were left wishing. Today, you could feel your cervix twitching, drawing his essence deeper inside.

You almost thought you could feel it taking root in your fertile womb, filling you with pups. In a few weeks, when your period was conspicuous by its absence, you knew exactly what caused it.

Now, would a good puppy tell their owner they've been knocked up? Or would they wait for him to figure it out by himself?

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Postscript: Damn am I up on the breeding kink this week... Maybe it's a side effect of pushing 30, maybe it's just the perverts I hang around with, maybe I've had a pregnancy fetish since before I was old enough to legally watch porn.