#goldfishresponds

he sedated you the second you entered his blacked-out, tinted vehicle. he was kind enough to carry your body into the expansive danforth manor, his sister rolled her eyes as she caught a glimpse of your limp body.

“another one?” ursula asked, unimpressed with titus’ growing persistence to succeed in some old, fucked-up ritual.

a month ago, he was snooping around his family’s sacred library when he discovered the satanic art of blending humans with animal traits. and the thought of possessing a human being who’d literally share the unconditional loyalty of a mutt did wonders to his ego.

“this one is different,” he affirmed, looking down at you. “her heart is naturally eager to please me.”

sure, it was his fifth attempt and the previous four had suffered painful transformations that resulted in an early death, but he had a positive feeling about you… 

and fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, he was right.

when you stirred from your drugged sleep, the ritual had already been completed. your mind was a haze, the memories of the life you had been living up until now fuzzy and replaced by a greater need to serve. 

you glanced around the large metal crate that currently enclosed you, uncertain of exactly where you were.

the sound of steady footsteps approached you, followed by the heavy creak of a door. the fabric that had been draped over the crate was pulled off, revealing titus looking down at you with a satisfied expression.

“there’s my good girl,” he said, kneeling down to meet your gaze.

your tail automatically wagged at the sound of his voice, your fluffy dog ears honed to his praise.

he reached out to unlatch the crate, allowing you to exit, before commanding you in a low tone, “sit for your master.”

your body obeyed before your mind even processed the movement.

titus chuckled at your natural obedience, his hand drawing a leather collar from his pocket. 

the leather was plain brown, but no doubt an exotic and luxurious leather that he had curated for this special occasion. attached was a simple silver tag that had your name etched into the front, with his family’s emblem on the back.

the weeks following were filled with strict lessons from titus on expected manners, behavior, and discipline. he needed to ensure that you’d be well trained to appease his every need. after all, you were his possession now, meaning he was unwilling to tolerate any kind of disorder.

in between lessons, he’d use your soft, willing body to blow off steam. if he deemed you were doing well, he’d reward you with an orgasm. if you weren’t up to par with his expectations, you’d be forced to tamp down your own pleasure while titus kept you teetering just on the precipice.

despite his penchant for violence always lurking under the surface, titus had never punished you in the typical cruel fashion you knew he was capable of. all things considered, he actually went above and beyond to care for your needs, even if he did get a little rough in bed every now and then. his reasoning was that you were his and he always took good care of his belongings. 

now, titus had you situated in his grand bedroom.

you let out a pitiful whine, your ears tucked flat against your head in submission as you sat between titus’ spread thighs.

“sir, please…” you begged, your teary eyes trained on his thick cock.

he had commanded you to sit still, only giving you the privilege of watching him masturbate.

“quiet, pup,” he warned, his fist moving up and down his hard, leaking cock, savoring the desperation in your expression.

you bit back another whine, your tail impatiently thumping on the carpet beneath you. titus had gotten you undressed and worked up, only to leave you high and needy.

titus adored the power he held over you. you were a freeing experience compared to the women he’d been with before. with you, there was no expectation to perform, no need to conform to his partner’s desires. if anything, your dog-like qualities had dumbed you down into a being who lived and thrived on his praise alone.

he reached out with one hand, roughly dragging his thumb along the velvet texture inside your ear, drawing a sensitive whimper from you.

“look at you. behaving like a spoiled mutt. you think you deserve a reward after not finishing the food prepared for you?” titus groaned. “a good dog knows how to take what they’re given.”

“i’m sorry…” you pleaded, hating the thought of his disapproval. “please, let me earn your forgiveness,” you added, wincing as he gave your ear a sharp tug.

he scoffed, his hand’s steady stroking coming to a halt at the sight of your pathetic tears.

“you are truly spoiled,” he grumbled before gently pulling back. he moved toward the head of the bed, leaning against the headboard before quirking a brow at you. 

you took it as a sign to join him up on his plush bed, enthusiastically situating yourself on his lap. 

“oh thank you, thank you, thank you,” you sighed, your tail swishing eagerly as you slowly sunk down onto his shaft. you let out a soft whine as his cock penetrated you, your cunt squeezing him tightly at the thick intrusion. 

titus gave you a disappointed click of his tongue as you stilled for a moment, only taking his cock halfway. his darkened gaze drifted to the collar around your neck, before glancing back toward your scrunched up expression. “c’mon pup, i don’t have all day to deal with you,” he chastised, his hand giving your cheek a condescending pat. his hand then moved to grip your hip, while the other pulled at the base of your tail, forcing you down to take the rest of him.

“mmm, that’s–ow–a lot,” you cried out, your jaw hanging slack as you felt the size of him bulge through your stomach.

you instinctively leaned in, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you clumsily rocked your hips back and forth, the satisfying mix of pleasure and discomfort fueling your arousal. 

“atta girl, keep going for me,” he encouraged, smirking as he felt your warm, wet walls flutter at the sound of his voice.

after a while of your desperate rutting, titus began to rock his hips up into you, establishing a steadier rhythm.

“fuck, just–nngh… just like that,” he moaned, his beefy arms keeping you flush against him.

you could hear every groan and pant of his. the sensation of his warm breath hitting your ear and his heavy cock lazily driving into you was more than enough to overwhelm your senses, leaving you a whining, trembling mess with furry ears and a flopping tail. 

your hands clawed at his broad shoulders, chasing the feeling of your breasts pressed against his wide chest, and the way your tummy squished against his with each thrust. 

it didn’t take long before you hit your climax, creating a wet sticky mess around his cock and down your thighs, but titus didn’t stop. he couldn’t. it was as if he could never truly get his fill of you.

“shh…” he hissed out, picking up on your overstimulated squirming, tightening his hold on you. “just a little longer… who’s a good pup?” he cooed, still slamming his cock in and out of your sloppy cunt.