Fixin' the vixen 1.5
A series of three stories for Aoshi featuring his vixen character being trained into a good little pup. This one is a 'deleted scene' so to speak. I had gone to write the first and then decided to go down a different path, but I went back and made the original idea into a stand-alone story.
Koko belongs to him.
Rex and story are mine.
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Fixin' the Vixen 1.5
By: Kiki Kalani
For: Dupe
Warning: Feral/Feral
Days passed as Rokoko adjusted to her new life as a pet and bitch, the watchful eye of her King always upon her and her ears always perked as she waited in a mix of anticipation of reluctance for his next command. The only moment of respite from the Doberman that she got was when her owner came to feed her fresh meat or give her attention, Rex seemingly not wanting to upset the human - though it wasn't long before the day came when he no longer stayed when he fed her, and that is when things would once again change for the vixen.
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"I think it's about time we moved on with your training..." Rokoko swallowed down some of her food before turning to face the Doberman, his unamused piercing gaze staring back.
"W-what do you mean?"
Her eyes followed the Doberman as he walked past her, a sadistic grin spreading across his face when he finally stood before. He paused for a moment before mashing his paws down into the steak set before her.
"This is mine...from now on every single scrap of meat you get goes to me."
The vixen's heart sank, ears flattening against her head. "W-what am I supposed to eat then?"
The Doberman's grin suddenly shifted into a scowl just before he lunged forward, snapping at the vixen and painfully knocking her to the ground. "The correct response was 'Yes, King'. And you'll eat dog-food like the worthless bitch you are."
"Y-" The vixen choked up a bit as she stood up once more, eyes falling back down to those paws still rubbing themselves into what was her meal. "Yes King..."
Her sunken gaze only lifted briefly to watch as the Doberman silently acknowledged her submission, quickly and greedily scarfing down the meat in front of her. She felt a knot grow in her throat watching it, from now on she'd have to watch every day as he did that, watch as he slowly took more and more from her and enjoyed it for himself.
"Good, now follow me so that I can show you your new meal..." The Doberman chuckled as he finished the last shred of meat, licking his lips before turning to lead the vixen into his 'side' of the enclosure, a part that Rokoko had not been able to bring herself to go.
She hated the smell, yet loved it at the same time - the fear and shameful pleasure that the Doberman's presence brought her. She had always let it be him that came to her, trying to remain defiant to him against the small voices echoing in her head how good that submission felt..
It wasn't long before he had led her to a small bowl filled with unappetizing brown pellets with a scent more potent than the stench of dog that bathed the area. Rokoko couldn't even bring herself to stick her muzzle up towards the mound of 'food' until she felt a paw pressing on the back of her head to force her muzzle against them.
"Eat up, bitch."
Rokoko reluctantly took a mouthful of the dry pellets - recoiling almost immediately as she spit them out. They tasted as bad as they looked and smelled; they were dry, tasteless, and grainy. She couldn't stop herself from heaving after, the lingering taste seeming to cling tightly to her tongue and throat. Even the dissatisfied and increasingly annoyed look of the Doberman couldn't break through to her as she tried to sit each tiny pice back out.
"What's wrong? Think you are too good for dog-food?" The Doberman growled after seeing enough of her struggling, not giving a chance for the still choking and spitting vixen to reply before snapping at her to push her back from the bowl.
"Maybe it would taste better with a little addition."
"W-what? I-I'm s--"
"Get over here, bitch!" Rex stood over the bowl now, cock starting to poke out from his sheath as his eyes flickered with a devious lust. "I want you to lick my cock."
Rokoko paused, at the request as her ears remained flat against her head. She could feel herself about to move back before a growl from the Doberman caused her to lunge forward instead - obediently pushing between his legs to start licking at his member as it slowly grew fully erect. The taste of his cock still stung at her tongue and throat, though the vixen could take solace in the fact that at least the strong musk overpowered what lingered of the dry food.
"Good Bitch, keep going."
The vixen whimpered in reply as she wrapped her tongue around that throbbing shaft - guiding it along Rex's length from tip to base before licking and lapping back up. She could hear his murrs of pleasure growing as she continued. Some part of her mind enjoyed the fact that she was doing a good job, a few idle thoughts clinging to the murrs to drive her forward.
"I'm close, you're doing a good job bitch." She could feel Rex's knot start to swell as she lapped at his base.
"Use your paws, I want to make sure every drop of my load gets into your bowl...and I'm sure you do too." The vixen blushed at the words, gulping hard before lifting a paw to point that throbbing shaft downwards towards that unappetizing mound of dry brown rocks.
She could feel the Doberman's knot swell even more until she could barely suckle against it, her eyes closed and face still blushing hard. She could barely keep the throbbing member steady with her weak paw, just managing to hold out until she heard the triumphant climactic howl of her King. She could feel his cock pulse with each jet of cum that shot from the tip - thick globs of seed landing with a barely audible sound almost perfectly into the bowl to completely coat the pellets she would soon be forced to eat.
"Good bitch~ I bet your meal looks more appetizing already." The Doberman moaned softly before addressing her, letting the vixen continue suckling at his cock for a few seconds longer before pushing her off of him and stepping away - leaving her to her meal.
"Eat, now. I want every last bit of that gone...or else."
Rokoko whimpered, swallowing hard again as her gaze moved from the menacing sadistic stare of the doberman down to that mass of chunky cum-coated dog food. She wouldn't be able to fight him, only bide her time until a snarl forced her to finally give in and eat.
The food was just as bad as before, burning and stinging at the vixen's throat even more as she was forced to keep it in her mouth to chew the hard, and still very much dry, pellets. She couldn't stop though, not with the Doberman watching her - making sure she got down every last bite of her 'special meal'. By the time she finished she was far past feeling like she was going to vomit, mind dizzy and stomach churning from the disgusting mix.
"Well, did you enjoy it, bitch? Why don't you thank your King for giving you such a delicious meal." The vixen weakly looked up, pained expression resting upon a wide grin.
"Y-yes....th-thank y-y-you....King." She gulped hard, trying to keep the food down as Rex walked ever closer.
"And from now on, this is going to be your meal every day."
"Y-yes, King." Rokoko whimpered, feeling the words slide up her throat. Some part of her couldn't help but agree, already looking forward to her next meal.
The End