The sword to my sheath. The trouser snake to my den. The needle to my pin cushion. My master was all. He was always the best at pretend. Except this was all real. So, so real...
The striped beast started pulling himself away from me to make way for our master. It hurt a bit, but pain can turn to ecstacy if you know how. I used my ribbons to stretch myself wider, to open up for my master to come back in. Despite the beast's knot still stuck in me, my master wedged his aroused netherrod into my other hole... My peehole. I've had enough practice with this; I instantly started thrusting my hips down. He gave a thin gasp of pleasure. A twinge of pride and pleasure came to me knowing that I was pleasuring my master.
I felt something with a pointed but rounded end poke my puckered orifice, it suddenly thrust itself into my caverns to its fullest. As it passed through me, I realized it was the anal bead from before. Now three of my holes were occupied. What a treat from my master!
He pumped in and out of me, every time he pulled out resulted in another trickle of my clear urine. His eyes were unfocused with otherworldly pleasure. He thrust with more intensity than the last time we played. With the furry brute tugging his enlarged knot still, my other holes stuffed, I couldn't hold onto the edge of dignity anymore. In a span of ten seconds, an entire waterworks ensued from my lower region. My fur became soaked as liquids gushed from around the orange canine's knot; it even pushed him out. Little strands of white expelled from my nethers as well. My master groaned as he climaxed too, I felt his hot semen fill my bladder. While I could still take more, the penetration of three entrances at a time made me extremely tired, and my head slumped over as I entered unconsciousness.
I had pleased my master... Today...
Tomorrow is another day...
Tomorrow... I try even harder...