7. Doggy Style
AU: Canon/Nations
Doggy style and I took it up a notch and used England's magic... YOU'LL SEE WHAT I MEAN... beware...
America coughed as the smoke dissipated, he felt weird...
He had come to his lover's house for a little surprise visit and turns out the older nation had been practicing his... um... magic, in his basement. Of course, he didn't pay any mind to the sign on the door saying "Don't enter" and promptly entered, calling for the other nation. This resulted in whatever England had been doing to explode and them being sent flying over to a wall.
"E-England, are you okay?" He coughed again, trying to figure out where the other nation was. His vision was very clear but the colours were a bit off and his nose twitched as too many scents overwhelmed him. He frowned but dismissed it for now, trying to find out where the other nation was.
"You bloody twat! Are you fucking mad?!" England yelled out from the other side of the room, America winced at the loud sound. Well, at least with the yell he was sure the Brit was alright.
"Well, sorry..." He muttered standing up and brushing his trousers and it was as he was brushing his trousers clean of whatever dust had been on the ground that he noticed something really weird, "What..." His eyes widened as he felt something coming out from his trousers and under his bomber jacket; it was fluffy and, well, furry, like a dog tail, but it was impossible, right? He certainly didn't remember to put a tail there. "England, I have a tail."
"What."
"A tail. Like a dog's tail, ya know?!"
"What?!" America smelled and heard England move before he could see him, and that was freaking weird too, and then England appeared in front of him. And they stared at each other silently for a few seconds.
"You have fucking cat ears!"
"You have bloody dog ears!"
"What?!" They yelled both at the same time, hands quickly moving to the top of their heads, yup, they certainly had something there. England had folded ears – the left was an orange-brownish and the other was white – while America had light blond semi pricked ears.
"Oh, Goodness."
"Holy shit."
America watched as England's hand moved down towards his backside and, of course, there was a fluffy tail there too, "Oh." He stated simply, "so that's why my vision, hearing and sense of smell are more sensible now..."
"This is your fault." America said, crossing his arms over his chest, his ears pointed forward, and alert, as he frowned at his lover. The other's nation's folded ears – that were totally not cute – twitched and the Brit hissed at him.
"May I remind you who blasted through the bloody door and interrupted me, even though there's a fucking sign outside saying "Don't enter"?! You're an idiot!" The island nation glowered back at him and both of them moved forward until they were only a few centimetres apart.
America growled at him, teeth showing slightly and he narrowed his eyes as he felt them; they were bigger, probably grown because of whatever England had done to them...
England growled right back at him and he felt challenged, how dare this fucking – not cute, at all – cat try and challenge him? His instincts were telling him to put the cat in his place, but his rational mind was screaming at him to calm the fuck down.
By England's emotions – that were so easily shown on his face most of the time – he could see that he was going through some kind of internal battle too, and that his cat-side was winning as he gave a small step closer. As he came closer, America had the opportunity to smell him, and holy shit, was it a good smell!
Weren't cats and dogs supposed to hate and try to kill each other?! What he wanted to do now certainly wasn't to kill England, more like, fuck him into oblivion. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts (it wasn't time for that now).
The other nation's fists trembled at his sides; his cat ears flattened against his head and turned back, his –also orange-brownish – tail had the fur raised. England hissed at America again and the taller nation growled back.
This is getting ridiculous; the only thing left to do is for me to fucking bark. America thought with a grimace.
The nation (now part-dog) jumped forward and pinned the hissing nation (now part-cat) to the ground, England yelped and winced as his body hit the solid ground and tried to kick the other on top of him seeing as his wrists had been grabbed and pinned to either side of his head.
"Bloody hell, America! Let me go!" He snarled as he continued kicking the other, trying to get him off of him.
"Shut up, England." He growled, and as he felt another kick to his legs he opened his mouth and lightly bit the smaller nation's neck as a warning. The Brit growled and attempted to kick the other again; resulting in America applying more strength to the bite that now would definitely leave a mark.
The nation underneath froze and gulped, "Let me go." He spoke with a restrained voice; his cat instincts were going crazy.
"I don't wanna." America said after releasing the other's neck and licking it in apology, although, his face continued buried there.
England growled and tried to get away from the other's nation's grip, only to be held tighter. He huffed and strained to remain calm, "Why the bloody hell not, you git?"
America sniffed the other's neck and licked it. He felt England squirm underneath him again, "You smell good." The taller nation inhaled deeply as his teeth grazed the Brit's skin and he felt as the smaller nation tensed.
"That's not a reason! Get off, you bloody oaf!" America whined and licked England's neck again, "And stop licking me! What the hell!"
"I dunno, England. I don't want to stop, I feel weird." If weird can somehow translate to horny, because, somehow he got hard down there and just noticed it now because his trousers were tight, tight, too tight.
England gulped before talking, "Weird how?"
"Um... Horny."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I feel horny. Like, I really want to fuck you." He explained bluntly as he finally looked up at the other nation and England gaped at him with a flushed face.
"You must be shitting me." England stared at him incredulous and America rolled his eyes.
"I'm not shitting you," He accentuated this by bumping his hard on to the other nation's crotch.
The Brit whimpered at the action and glared at the other, "You don't really expect me to have sex with you now and right here, do you?" He snorted.
America growled and glared at the smaller nation. His instincts were driving him up the wall, if this continued he wouldn't be able to control himself, "I do. If you don't, I don't know what might happen."
England looked at him incredulous, "Are you serious? You can't be se—" America kissed him, not giving him opportunity to continue talking, he struggled at first, his cat instincts saying this wasn't supposed to happen and that he was in danger and should fight back while his rational mind (more like, the kinky part of his rational mind) was screaming at him that this was great.
He eventually surrendered as the kiss became a bit more forceful and America defiantly bit his bottom lip making him open his mouth. At first, America was startled because England's tongue was rougher much like those of normal cats and his teeth were a bit bigger too, but he quickly dismissed this in favour of continuing to kiss his lover.
"Sorry, England, but I can't take this anymore." The American turned deaf ears to the nation underneath him and pinned his wrists with only one hand above the green-eyed man's head, with his now free hand he grabbed the Brit's clothes and practically ripped them off, leaving England's chest bare.
America was sure he heard some protest and complaints about the clothes, but other than that the other nation didn't struggle as he then attacked the other's neck and chest with kisses and nips.
He was glad that at least England wasn't that much against it. America continued lavishing the other's skin with kisses and some teeth marks as he couldn't quite control the force he used with his new grown teeth. The smaller nation winced every time he bit with too much force, thus he was quick to mutter an apology and kiss and lick gently the marks he made.
Although, he wanted to go slowly his rational mind was losing to his new dog instincts quickly, he felt dizzy and light-headed. America shook his head, trying to regain control of his own mind, but he felt more and more far away the more he tried to fight it.
He paused and looked at the moaning nation beneath him, England was breathing hard, chest heaving with each breath, his skin was flushed red. The Brit's cute folded ears twitched a little, his messy blond hair tousled each way as he laid there on the floor, America looked down then, England's trousers looked tight now too, his tail that was stuck underneath was to the side and moving ever so slightly.
Damn. America really wanted to fuck him now. As he reached to rip off England's trousers, he hesitated as a thought came to his rational mind.
"Dude, I hope your cock isn't fucking barbed." He managed to say coherently and England stilled.
"What a way to ruin the mood, you moron." The Brit rolled his eyes at him, although, he too hoped that, "Let go of my wrists." America promptly did so and the Brit circled his arms around the American's neck to bring him down to another kiss.
Now, both hands free, America roamed the other's body as they continued to kiss. His right hand moved up to caress those cute folded ears and England moaned into the kiss. His own hands going to the American's dog ears on the top of his head. As they both moaned into the kiss, America's left hand moved down to squeeze the other's ass.
Mood set again, the duo separated to breath and America finally ripped off England's trousers, the Brit yelled some complaint, again, which he ignored and instead pulled of the other's boxers, revealing a...
Normal cock. Thank God.
Both of them sighed in relief inwardly.
"Oi! Why the bloody hell am I the only one naked?!" The Brit shouted embarrassed and America chuckled removing his jacket and the rest of his clothes until he was naked like England who just stood there staring as he stripped, the Brit would have whistled if it wasn't for his lack of breath and cloudy mind.
"These animal parts turn everything a bit difficult..." America muttered as he took of his glasses, the colours were still weird— Hell, everything was weird! It was confusing.
"Yes..."
"Well, let's get to it, 'cuz this is getting really hard and I can't continue like anymore." America said as he grabbed the other's waist, lifted him up and turned him around to his hands and knees. His dog instincts telling him that this was the best position.
"Don't just manhandle me! At least give a warning first, will y-"
"Shh." America hushed him sticking three of his fingers inside England mouth, his other hand touching and fondling England's ass and tail. It was weird – and kind of fascinating – how the tail just came from the other's body. His own should be like that too...
England mewled and America's dog ears twitched at the sound, he wanted to hear more of that!
England continued coating the fingers in his mouth with saliva, the tongue inside licking each one. America felt odd but strangely satisfied as that tongue moved around the fingers. A few moments later he took his fingers out, placing then one at the Brit's entrance.
He made quick work of preparing his lover, quick but trying to be careful as much as he could with the little restrain he still had. Finally up to three fingers inside the tight hole, America was losing his patience as England continued to moan and tremble, his tail moving on the side.
America finally had had enough, he took his fingers out and before England could whine about it, something bigger entered him making him hiss at the stretch.
America moaned as he entered and then stood still, both his hands grasped England's hands, the Brit's arms failing made him drop to his forearms. The American leaned down, hands clutching England's hard as he strained to not move and hurt the other. Sweat started forming and descending down his back and face, falling onto Brit's back.
"Can I move?" He asked anxiously and quietly, England just nodded. America felt his tail moving side to side behind him as he moved, the fur on it tickling him, but he ignored that as he pounded into his lover's body.
America let his instincts go wild as he rammed again and again into England like there was no tomorrow. It felt so good, all the sounds that the Brit beneath him made which got louder as he found his prostate. The scent, it was overwhelming, it was all so much that he felt he was going to come too quickly for his liking. Maybe his senses were really more sensible...
He bit England's nape and felt as the Brit's whole body was freed from all the tension and became relaxed, and after a few more thrusts as he continuously bit and kissed the Brit's nape, England came and yowled loudly, America almost laughed if it hadn't been for the sudden tightness that enveloped his cock which made him thrust deeply inside and grunt as he came.
It was all well and nice until both of them felt it, America's cock getting larger at the base and as he tried to pull out he ended up hurting both of them.
"Oh shit."
"You forgot that dogs knot..." England spoke breathless as he once again had to adjust to the stretch, after this he won't be able to walk for a while, that was for sure.
"Oh shit." He repeated, "But I thought this wouldn't apply to me just as a barbed penis didn't apply to you!" He whined as he struggled to stay on his knees and not just crumble on top of the other nation.
"You thought wrong." He sighed as America whined again.
America pouted as he let go of the Brit's hands which were a bit red from the strength he had applied, he then grabbed his waist and pulled him up with him as he sat down on top of the clothes he had discarded before with England on his lap.
"When does this... um... knot ends?" He asked, chin propped on the Brit's shoulder, one of his hands hang loosely around England's waist while the other hand played with the cat's tail.
England hissed and winced as the new position made America's cock feel bigger, he inhaled deeply to remain calm, "I honestly don't know, but I hope it goes down soon." He spoke breathless, he placed his hands on his belly and felt as if it was slightly bloated, his eyes widened as he moved a bit and then he felt it... America was still ejaculating, "Bloody hell, America, you're still—?!"
"Yeah... Looks like it, sorry. Plus, it's partly your fault, what kind of stupid magic were you doing?" America interrupted him flushing with furrowed eyebrows.
"I was just trying to create an animal to keep me company; I don't know why it resulted in this."
"Oh."
"Yes..."
America turned his head and tried to search for his phone on his jacket, as he found it he quickly googled about dog's knots and was glad to know that they would be like this for just more 20 to 30 minutes.
Although, by the end of it, England's belly was certainly more full and he complained the rest of the day and the next one about the semen leaking out and the pain on his backside. At least, the animal appendages disappeared the next day.
I actually researched shit for this (cuz I wanted this to be at least a bit accurate).
Just for teaching u guys:
England was a Scottish Fold (as many must have guessed) and America was an Old Time Farm Shepherd.
The Old Time Farm Shepherd temperament: They have almost human intelligence, being able to figure things out and respond appropriately to unusual situations. They are very people-oriented but distrustful of strangers. Old Time Farm Shepherds are often very sensitive or "soft", easily trainable, eager to please but also easily damaged by harsh words. (I thought it suited America. XD I wanted him to be part dog instead of cat. :V It seems every time people always put cat ears and tail on characters, so I made America a dog! Cuz I like dogs. uwu)
Cats have Barbed Penis (Penile Spines). Many mammalian species have developed keratinized (Keratin is a family of fibrous structural proteins) penile spines along the glans and/or shaft, which may be involved in sexual selection. These spines have been described as being simple, single-pointed structures or complex with two or three points per spine. ((I kind of didn't want England to have his cock like that, and that's that!))
The Dogs Knot (Bulbus Glandis) is an erectile tissue structure on the penis of canid mammals. During mating the tissues swell up and lock (tie). For domestic dogs the tie may last up to half an hour or more, though usually less.
Hope u guys learned a bit more about cats and dogs. Cuz, I certainly did.