Midnight mating
Sam huffed as she trudged through the wet streets of lower downtown Amity Park, the skies now clear from the rain clouds. Tall buildings loomed ominously overhead, casting eerie shadows that seemed to reach out like gnarled fingers intent on claiming her for their shadowy realm. Above, the pale moon shone like a spotlight on her misadventures, and Sam's heavy combat boots splashed through puddles with each determined step, unceremoniously soaking her black fishnet stockings. With every squelch, she felt her patience wane; her black hoodie, though snug around her slim figure, did little to stave off the cold nipping at her ears. The cold winds ran up her tights embracing her ample fatty buttocks which made her shiver, the goth growled as she pulled out her smartphone.
"Of all the nights for a ghost hunt," she grumbled to herself unable to believe she not only lost track of the ghost but also got separated from her friends, squinting at the map on her phone that seemed to have a mind of its own.
The electronic display now showed what looked like a digital ghost, the spectral nuisance they had been chasing for hours, but the trail had mysteriously vanished, there was only the words "Lost" left behind. Where could it have gone? Ghost didn't just disappear, she then facepalmed herself as she recalled that they in fact did vanish into thin air. Sam was having a hard time reading the Fenton Ghost tracking app but remembered that Tucker and Danny weren't the best at reading maps either, and her chuckle turned into a sigh. She didn't know what was worse: the chilly deserted streets or having to explain to them that their lead had disappeared like her will to walk another mile without complaint. She looked around and saw that she was standing in front of an alleyway, the last place she wanted to be in the middle of the night.
The goth turned around, ready to leave the alleyway that smelled faintly of regret and yesterday's takeout, her phone trembling in her pocket with the potential call to Danny about the ghost that had successfully evaded them. She could already hear the collective sigh of the boys in her mind followed by the "you had one job" look she often gave them, though she would counter with ghosts did not come with a GPS tracker. Just as she was about to press the call button, a low whimper curled through the air, plucking at her curiosity like a cat with a half-forgotten yarn ball. It emanated from a shadowy alleyway, where the only illumination came from a flickering streetlight that seemed more interested in sending the wrong message than in keeping the dark at bay.
"Nothing on the tracker"- Sam muttered as she lifted her phone confirming there was nothing.
Curious and perhaps experiencing a "Blonde" moment, she cautiously crept forward, knowing from experience that something unexpected often lay in the shadows. Although her common sense warned her that she might encounter a ghost, a monster, or even a deranged homeless person, or perhaps a combination of them all, she pressed on into the darkness, her energy pistol at the ready, prepared to face whatever specter awaited her. As she gazed into the abyss of the alley, feeling the gentle hum of the pistol in her hand, she couldn't help but be fascinated by the strange scene around her. While she had previously hunted ghosts with Danny, being alone now made the looming sense of danger all too real.
The soft whimpering that had drawn her away from the streets piqued her curiosity like a moth drawn to a wildly flickering flame. Just as she was about to confront whatever creature lurked in the shadows, a figure stepped into view, causing her little adventure to falter like an old engine gasping for oil. To her surprise, it wasn't a menacing apparition or a crazed mugger, but a tiny puppy, confused yet surprisingly pristine, as if it had just come from a grooming salon instead of the chaos of the city. Sam blinked in disbelief at the little creature, its fur an oddly dark green that nearly shaded into black, a peculiar sight in a town where the strange was the norm.
Sam's heart fluttered like a pancake flipping at a nearby diner, reminding her of the reason she always joined animal rights protests. Now, she had the perfect opportunity to prove she wasn't just all talk. A small creature with large, pleading eyes approached her, its tail wagging eagerly. As a passionate animal lover and committed vegan, the puppy's predicament struck a chord within her. She pushed aside any thoughts of the supernatural challenges ahead; her main goal was to show this sweet dog that a life on the streets didn't have to be its fate. In a moment of quick thinking that only a true vegan could muster, Sam rummaged through her pockets, her fingers brushing against the remnants of her lunch: an abandoned packet of Nasty Burger dipping sauce. Sam spread the sauce over the palm of her hand as she approached the puppy.
"Hey there little guy, come here,"- Sam cooed, crouching down and extending the burger sauce covered on her palm. The puppy trotted over hesitantly, its tail wagging. Once close enough, it gingerly lapped at the sauce on her hand with its rough pink tongue. Samantha giggled and began petting the puppy, stroking its dirty fur. "There, there, you poor thing. Let's clean you up, shall we?" She coaxed the puppy onto its back.
Sam didn't waste time and began rubbing the puppy's belly, noting how lean and muscular it felt under its fur coat, almost like the little guy had been doing daily workouts with a miniature kettlebell. The puppy let out contented whines that sounded like a symphony of fluffy delight as she caressed him, each stroke seeming to elicit a happy tail wag as if he were a fan at a sports event cheering for his favorite team. However, amid this heartwarming scene, Sam's eyes widened as she noticed something long and red poking out from between its hind legs. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her like a tide of electric pink blush, she stared at the red appendage with admiration. It was a male dog! Oh, well, there goes her well-crafted plan of calling it 'Princess Flufferton.' With a swift but gentle movement, she righted the puppy, who promptly responded with a face-licking that would make even the most stoic of faces break into laughter.
Sam picked up the puppy who was still sporting a canine hard-on. A grim idea came upon the girl. Glancing around furtively to make sure no one was watching, Samantha made her way further into the alley until she spotted an old, stained mattress tossed behind a dumpster. She sat down on it and began removing her clothes, knowing she had some more burger sauce in her pocket. If this was going to work, she needed to be completely naked. She laid back against the cool fabric, fully exposed, and began smearing the sauce all over her body, across her modest breasts, down her taut stomach, and between her legs to her pussy. The puppy watched curiously, its tail wagging faster. Samantha presented her saucy cunt to the excited pup. The puppy, taking this as its cue, began humping Samantha's leg. Letting out a sigh, it wasn't as smart as she thought, the girl guided the dog on top of her and grabbed its haunches.
"Come here, boy," Sam called out in a sing-song voice, spreading her legs invitingly. The puppy bounded over and climbed onto the mattress. It immediately began lapping at the sauce on her breasts and stomach, its wet tongue sending tingles through her body. She giggled and pet it encouragingly. As it lapped lower, its tongue soon found her pussy. Sam let out a breathy moan, her back arching off the mattress. The puppy licked at her slit eagerly, its nose bumping against her clit.
"Oh my god, that feels good," Sam gasped, her hips beginning to rock against the puppy's face. Its long tongue probed her entrance and she couldn't help but push her hips forward for more.
Sam knew she was a pervert but she had never been eaten out by a dog before, her repertoire wasn't small either, she had been with a few animals before, such as a ghoulish ectopuss, a tamed gorilla, and even Dash Baxter but never a dog. Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She froze, staring wide-eyed at the puppy who continued licking the hot sauce off her pussy. "Oh no, not now!" she gasped, fumbling to silence the phone. The puppy looked up at her quizzically, its little tongue still lapping at her sensitive folds. Sam squirmed, torn between pleasure and panic. She couldn't let her caller hear any telltale squeaks. With her free hand, she grabbed the puppy's ears and aimed its muzzle towards her clit.
The puppy dutifully licked and slurped, its sandpaper tongue driving Sam wild. She bit back a moan, waiting for the call to go to voicemail. Just a few more seconds... Pup's talented tongue sent jolts of electricity zinging to her toes. Sam's knuckles turned white as she gripped the phone with white-knuckled intensity. Finally, blessedly, the buzzing ceased. Panting, she sagged back onto the worn out mattress, phone tumbling to the floor. Her thighs quivered and juices flowed freely now. "Good boyyy..." she purred, ruffling the puppy's ears. The eager pup wagged its tail and redoubled its efforts, tongue flicking rapidly over her aching clit. Sam's eyes rolled back, lost to the intense sensation. Maybe being a pervert wasn't so bad after all...
"What do you mean with good boy?"- a voice asked from the other side of the line, her heart nearly stopping. Sam had unknowingly answered the call
"H-hello? Yeah, nothing, just...I found a dog. I'm going to try to help it. You guys go on without me, I'll catch up, ok?" She said before quickly hanging up. She tossed the phone aside and refocused on the puppy. It had stopped licking her and was now looking up at her with big red eyes.
Sam took a deep breath and swung her leg over the puppy's head, positioning herself on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder and coaxed the excited little creature forward with her shapely behind wiggling seductively in the air. The frisky puppy wasted no time climbing up behind her, its little tail wagging a mile a minute in eager anticipation of the illicit act that was about to transpire. Sam reached back with one hand and grasped the puppy's throbbing cock, guiding its eager little shaft to her dripping entrance. The puppy probed her folds with its pinkish organ before Sam surprised herself by pushing her hips back, letting it sink deep inside her. She gasped as it stretched her in a way that was both uncomfortable and intensely pleasurable at the same time.
Suddenly, a strange excitement washed over her body at the exciting prospect of possibly getting caught in the act by a random passerby. She was getting so turned on by the danger of being discovered doing something so taboo. Scanning the dimly lit alley with hooded eyes, Sam spotted a long rope carelessly discarded and forgotten in the corner, half-hidden under a pile of trash bags. In a daze of lust, she stretched out and grabbed the rope, and with nimble fingers, she began tying one end of the rope securely around her waist, then wrapped the other end snugly around the puppy, binding them together in the throes of passion. The excited puppy started thrusting into her tight vaginal canal with increasing urgency, and Sam let out a loud lustful moan, not caring in the slightest who might hear their lewd coupling echoing off the alley walls. All that mattered was chasing that intense orgasmic bliss, consequences be damned.
"Oh god, you're so deep! Breed me, fuck me raw!" She began babbling filth, her hips slamming back to meet the puppy's thrusts.
Sam was so wet it was dripping down her thighs. The puppy's cock pulsed inside her and she knew it was close. Her pussy clenched around it greedily, drawing the puppy in even deeper thanks to the ropes she used to bind them together. She could feel every ridge and vein of its shaft rubbing her sensitive walls in all the right ways. Sam had always been a bit of a freak. While other girls her age were wasted their time partying and having casual hookups with frat boys, she got her kicks in more...unconventional ways. And right now, being mounted by this horny little puppy was exactly where she wanted to be. The wet squelch of their coupling filled the alleyway, punctuated by Sam's shameless moans and the puppy's high-pitched whines of pleasure. She could tell by the way its cock was throbbing that the puppy was getting close.
"Ohhh fuck," Sam panted, "cum in me baby. Fill me up with that puppy jizz." She was so close herself, her clit throbbing almost painfully it was so swollen and sensitive.
Sam splayed her fingers across her belly, feeling the shape of the puppy's cock distending her pussy. She clenched her vaginal muscles, milking it greedily. With one final thrust, the puppy let out a whine as it erupted inside her. Sam cried out as she felt its cum fill her, her pussy milking its cock for every last drop. The sensations sent her over the edge and she came with a scream, her pussy spasming almost violently around the puppy's still spurting cock. For a few blissful moments they just stayed like that, locked together as they rode out their orgasms. Finally, the puppy's softening cock slipped out of her with a wet plop, followed by a gush of their combined fluids. Sam just laughed giddily, absolutely drunk on pleasure. Another successful fuck session with her new favorite puppy. But the animal was far from done, it had learn a new trick and wanted to keep playing.
As the puppy pulled out, Sam collapsed onto her back, gasping for breath. She reached a trembling hand down between her legs and felt her pussy gush with the warm, thick cum. Fucking a dog was the most bizarre moment of her life so far. It was then that she saw the puppy transform before her eyes, growing into a massive hellish dog with glowing green fur and blood red eyes. Sam's eyes widened in shock as it loomed over her prone form. In a flash, it tackled her to the mattress, its giant, engorged canine cock grinding against her sensitive, well-fucked pussy.
"Fido? We can play later."- Sam muttered as she looked at the red long cock.
The goth yelped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as it thrust inside her in one brutal stroke, stretching her still-quivering walls to their absolute limits. The massive hellhound began to rut into her with inhuman vigor, its jaws clamping down on the side of her neck as it hilted itself again and again in her tight, dripping cunt. Sam's mind went blank with the overwhelming sensations, her body jolted by the force of the demonic beast's thrusts. She could only moan and gasp, utterly incapable of resisting as it used her as its own personal fuck toy.
Sam was shocked by the hell dog's size and endurance. It wasn't like her other partners, no, he was a beast in every sense of the word. The way he mounted her, his massive weight on top of her, his impossibly girthy member stretching her beyond belief... it was a revelation, to say the least. Sam found herself craving that feeling more and more. She was so stretched, so full. The dog began fucking her hard and fast, the mattress creaking under the force. Sam's mind went blank, lost in the blinding ecstasy of being so thoroughly bred. She desperately tried to meet its thrusts but its power simply pushed her down.
Her body jolted with each thrust. Drool dripped from the dog's mouth onto her breasts as it piston in and out. Sam's legs trembled as the dog pounded into her, the wet squelch of its cock pummeling her needy cunt filling the air. She could only lay there, eyes rolled back in bliss, as Rex took her. Took her like the bitch in heat she was. Her previous partners had been so small, so inadequate compared to this magnificent beast. She didn't even remember what her husband's cock felt like anymore. All she could think about was Rex's huge, veiny shaft splitting her open over and over again.
"Slow down!"- Sam commanded but the beast continued his relentless assault.
Just as she thought she might pass out from the sheer intensity, the hellhound threw back its head and let out a deafening howl, flooding her convulsing pussy with what felt like gallons of searing, inhuman cum. Sam's eyes rolled back and she came harder than she ever had in her life, her vision going white as her womb was pumped full to bursting with demonic puppy batter.
Sam lay sprawled on the old mattress, a mess of sweat, cum, and tangled hair. Her pussy throbbed and ached, swollen to nearly twice its normal size from the relentless pounding it had endured. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through her tender tissues. She could still feel the cum sloshing around inside her overstuffed belly with every labored breath. Her eyes rolled back in her head, unfocused and glazed over. Drool leaked from the corner of her slack mouth as incoherent babble spilled from her lips. She was utterly mindless, fucked into a drooling, vacant mess with no thoughts beyond the pulsing between her legs and the heavy weight of her cum-bloated stomach.
As she lay there dazed and delirious, Sam thought she glimpsed a shadowy silhouette emerge from the darkness. It loomed over her prone form, dark hands reaching out to grope and knead her heaving breasts. Fingers pinched and tugged roughly at her sensitive nipples, sending sparks of sensation through her overstimulated nerves. But Sam was too lost in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss to truly register it, let alone protest. The hands traveled down her sweat-slicked body, mapping a path through the sticky sheen of cum and juices coating her skin. They delved between her thighs to probe her ravaged cunt, still fluttering and clenching weakly from the onslaught it had just endured. Sam shuddered as she felt something warm and viscous splatter across her face, dripping into her open mouth and coating her tongue. The hands gave a few more lazy pumps before withdrawing, leaving her even more drenched and claimed than before in the dark.
As the homeless man ran his filthy hands over Sam as she struggled to stay awake, a million thoughts crossed his mind He had seen some wild things in his days on the streets, drug deals gone wrong, brawls that left men bloodied and beaten. But none of that could have prepared him for what he just witnessed. There, in the shadows behind the dumpster, was a young girl. She couldn't have been more than fourteen, with smooth pale skin and pert breasts that rose and fell with each breath. The man's eyes roved over her naked body, drinking in the sight of her. She had been on her hands and knees, and...was that movement behind her? The man blinked, sure that his whiskey-soaked brain must be playing tricks on him.
But no, as his vision cleared, he realized with a start that the girl was not alone. Behind her, on its haunches, was a massive dog. Its fur was matted and filthy, but that wasn't what made the man's blood run cold. It was the eyes. Glowing an otherworldly red, they bored into him, pinning him in place. The girl seemed completely unaware of his presence, lost in whatever depraved act she was engaged in. surely his mind was playing tricks on him after years of abusing the bottle, the animal was nowhere to be seen.
The man's cock stirred to life in his pants as he watched, his filthy hands roaming over his grimy coat. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. In all his years, he had never encountered anything so depraved, so...so arousing. His fingers itched to reach out, to touch her smooth pussy, to pinch her rosy clit. He imagined how soft her lips would be as he pushed a dirty finger into her mouth.
"You won't mind, would you?"- the old bearded hobo snickered.
Unbuttoning his pants, the man let his cock spring free. It was already fully hard, jutting out obscenely in the cool night air. He would be a fool to pass up an opportunity like this. His eyes set on the cum filled pussy before him, perhaps he wasn't imaging things after all. Who would believe a word she said anyway? He was already moving forward, his cock twitching with anticipation as it felt the heat coming from Sam, it was then that the dog's head came out from the dark looking directly in his direction.
Those glowing red eyes fixed on him and the man froze. For a long moment, the two stared each other down, the filthy, drunken homeless man and the massive beast. Then, slowly, the dog rose to its feet. It was even bigger than the man had first thought, easily coming up to face level. And as it took a step towards him, the man knew. He knew that he was outmatched, that this was not a fight he could win, not even with the rusty shive in his pocket. The dog was as big as a tiger, not something that he could take down.
"Easy there, boy."- the man uttered, his erection long gone.
Tucking his cock back into his pants, the man turned and fled into the night, leaving behind the sight of the girl and her monstrous companion. His heart pounded in his chest as he ran, his mind reeling. He had seen a lot of strange things in his time on the streets, but this...this took the cake. Whatever that girl was doing, whichever dark path she had stumbled down, the man wanted no part of it. He would be content to forget the whole thing, to lose himself once more in the bottom of a bottle. But deep down, he knew. He would never be able to erase the sight of those glowing red eyes from his mind.
"The hell happened?"- Sam muttered as she open her eyes.
The goth awoke in a haze, naked and alone in a grimy alleyway. Blinking slowly, she tried to remember how she had ended up in such a state, but her foggy brain refused to cooperate. It was not the first time this had happened, waking up confused and unclothed, the aftermath of a wild night blurring into a jumbled mess, though she normally woke up in some seedy motel or in a stranger's lawn. As her senses gradually returned, fragmented memories of passion began to resurface, the heat of an animalistic encounter, the frenzied panting and sweat. With a jolt of clarity, she recalled her lusty coupling with her furry new acquaintance, the large dog that had so eagerly mounted her. Sam blushed as she recalled how she was breeding with the beast, her best lover so far.
Shakily, she pushed herself upright, legs still quivering from the exertion. Glancing around the empty alley, she realized the dog had already scampered off, leaving her to gather her wits and clothes unassisted. Grimacing at the sticky sensation between her thighs, she noticed a sizeable dribble of semen trickling down her leg. Clenching her stomach, she bore down and expelled the copious load with a surprised grunt, cum gushing out of her stretched hole like a faucet opened full force, it was a party trick she learned a while ago, though she hopes to show it to Danny and Tucker in the near future.
After getting dressed on wobbly legs, she staggered out onto the street, hoping none of the passersby would guess at her scandalous activities. The walk home was long and exhilarant making her wonder if this was the legendary walk of shame. Residual cum still seeping into her thong and leaving a damp trail on her inner thighs. But as embarrassed as she felt, she knew this would not be the last time she fell prey to her base bestial urges and woke up in such a compromising state. Her encounters with her canine paramour had become a regular occurrence, a secret thrill she couldn't seem to resist, no matter the shame and mess it entailed.
About an hour later, she made it back to her mansion in a daze. She stumbled into the bathroom and began peeling off her filthy clothes, throwing them aside. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her belly was still distended and leaking cum from her worn out pussy. She could still feel the dog's cum sloshing inside her. She took a long, hot shower, scrubbing herself until she was red and raw. Afterward, she wrapped herself in a towel and made her way to her bedroom. She was so exhausted and very satisfied. She just wanted to crawl into bed. She turned the corner to her room and froze. There, in the middle of her bedroom floor, sat the puppy. It sat on its haunches, its tail wagging happily as it looked up at her.
Sam's eyes went wide. Her heart began pounding. She backed up slowly until she bumped into the door frame. The puppy tilted its head curiously. Sam whimpered. She clutched her towel tighter around herself and slowly made her way to her bed, keeping a wary eye on the puppy at all times. She didn't take her eyes off it as she crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. The puppy padded over and hopped up onto the bed beside her. Sam trembled, almost excited as it nuzzled into her side, its wet nose cold against her skin. She didn't dare move as it curled up beside her and closed its eyes, a soft snore soon filling the air. Sam laid there stiffly, her heart pounding in her chest.
The end