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Cold to the Bone

By: Kiki Kalani

For: Dupe

Warning: Bestiality

Club growled as she stepped off her private jet and into the cold unforgiving mountain air - its crisp chill biting across her body despite the layers of clothes she had worn through her uncomfortable and long flight. She wasn't looking forward to this 'vacation' she had been sent on, but the burning in her mind and between her legs had caused her to lash out enough to not have much say in the matter. Attacking male customers and violently flirting with female ones was bad for business, and her sisters had decided it was best that she spend a week at a ski resort to cool off and try to take her mind off of her biological needs.

"Hello there Ms. Suit, I'm Peter, I'll be your guide for your vacation here - please follow me and I can show you around~!" The vixen's expression twisted in annoyance as her ears perked, fists clenching. Standing just a few feet from her was a reindeer buck, as happy and bubbly as could be with his wide smile and his small wiggling tail.

"Whatever, I'm not in the mood for a tour - just take me to my room." Club rolled her eyes as she walked past the deer without even giving him a second glance - her arms wrapping around her chest as the wind began to pick up. She could see the resort in the distance, just a few yards ahead of the two amid the snowy barren landscape, only sparsely dotted with trees or poles.

"O-oh, of course. Well, right this way then Ms. Suit."

The deer rushed ahead, and Club followed - gritting her teeth all the while and occasionally wiping the frost and snow from her face. She was already eager for this vacation to end, each step closer to the resort making her mind burn with anger at the increasingly bitter cold and the ever chipper attitude and rambling of the deer a few feet in front of her.

"I think you'll really love it here - we have plenty of things to keep a athletic women like yourself busy." By the time, they reached the doors of the resort, Club had finally had enough of quietly gritting her teeth and ignoring the endless stream of giddy up-selling comments.

"Shut up already, just tell me where my room is so that I can rest in peace!" Club growled angrily, having to struggle to keep herself from grabbing the mouthy deer by the collar of his bright uniform.

"Th-that is fine. I'm sure you had a long flight. We are out pretty far from where you came from after-all aren't we! Right this way, just follow me. All your stuff is already in there and I even have a little surprise waiting for you that I think you will absolutely adore!"

Club rolled her eyes and growled again, once again having her patience tested on the eternity it seemed to take to reach her private suite. It was a room off from the rest - a nice private place where she'd finally be able to try to relax, though as the door opened her expression shifted into rage once more. Her stuff was strewn to one side - most of her clothes sat callously on the bed as a dog rolled around in them.

"What the fuck is this thing doing in here!" Club stormed into the room, attracting the attention of the dog as its ears perked up happily at her approach.

"This here is Dayton, he is a Sweet-heart and I thou--"

"I fucking hate mutts, get this fucker out of here now!"

The vixen tossed the Shepherd off of her bed with a grunt, giving him a kick that only just grazed him - ignoring his yelps as he ran from the room leaving only Peter in there with a shocked expression. The deer quickly left though when Club growled again, baring her teeth as her fists clenched.

"I-I'll...j-just leave you then." With that the door slammed shut, finally leaving the vixen alone to deal with the throbbing in her head and in between her legs.

She quickly turned her attention to rearranging her things - tossing them to the other side of the room in two piles of 'dogged' and 'not dogged' before laying on the bed with her phone held above her - the vixen desperately clicking around for anything that could distract her until she fell asleep though she could barely concentrate on the small screen for more than a few seconds at a time.

"Fucking damn it!"

Her phone clanked as it hit the wall, the vixen slamming her hand against the remove that lay on the nightstand by her bed before turning on the television - the throbbing headache dulling the already grainy voices to the point of annoyance, even more annoying than the deer had been through her entire journey from the plane.

Once again, she growled with anger, turning it off as she tossed and turned around - spending the next few hours trying to fight the lustful thoughts away. It wasn't until she happened a glance out the window before an idea gently fell into the vixen's mind - offering a glimmer of escape as a few heavy snow-flakes pelted the window.

"Well...I can think of one way to cool off..."

***

"Ms. Suit - I'm afraid you can't go out right now the st--"

"Get out of my way you mouthy fuck." Club pushed the deer aside, knocking him over in the process before making her way out onto the skiing plat-form - having the trudge through the already deep snow to finally get to the edge of the hill.

"They want me to enjoy myself, fine. I'll find something fun to do in this cold shit-hole." Muttering under her breath she started off down the hill, quickly finding herself losing control as the strong wind and glass-like hail pounded away at her.

Before she even had a chance to react she found herself hitting something hard, knocking her out cold from the impact. If it wasn't for a diligent fuzzy figure in the distance, she would've been left to the mercy of the cold - hail still pounding against her body and wind trying to bury its latest victim in the thick deep snow.

***

The vixen would awake mere moments later to heavy panting and a warm rough tongue gliding across her face. It was Dayton, the same dog from earlier in his thick rescue attire - all manner of first aid dangling from his sides. She could feel his warmth against her own body - a shamefully pleasant contrast to the snow-tomb she now found herself in with only a small dog-shaped pocket at the side where the Shepherd had entered.

"G-get off of me...stupid mutt..." Club groaned out the words as she tried to pull her face away from his constant licks - her arms trying to push against the dog to no avail as he fought hard to get right back into place, even eventually placing his entire weight onto her.

The burning between her legs only made the situation worse for her, despite the pain she was in and the cold burning at everywhere the dog wasn't the throbbing lust continued to echo through her body and mind. She needed release, needed some distraction other than this smelly mutt in her face.

Again, she tried pushing him off - trying to muster all her strength to slide him into whatever empty space she could that wasn't on top of her, but once again she found him staying put. Her arms and legs hurt too much to keep fighting against him, and after a few more tries she eventually gave up - merely slipping a hand beneath him and carefully worming it between her legs.

"I-I can't believe I'm fucking doing this with your smelly ass here."

She managed to work her hand beneath her many layers of clothing, finally able to at least partly relieve herself as a few fingers managed to graze against her wet sex. It wasn't long before she was moaning softly - her other hand still barely trying to keep the dog's muzzle away from her face to avoid any more drool coating her muzzle. She didn't even notice when the dog stopped fighting against her - his ears perking up as he listened to her soft noises, a smell reaching his nose that made something stir within his mind.

Only a few moments after she had started fingering herself she felt the dog finally lift himself off of her, giving her only a temporary reprieve as he turned around to shove his muzzle right down along with her hand - his tongue able to lick further and more forcibly than her hand ever could. She was taken aback for a moment before fighting back against him as the pleasure jolted up her spine to spark in her mind. It almost felt too good to make him stop, but she couldn't let a dog, especially a male dog, have his way with her.

"G-get your face out of there." Club was panting now as she tried to yell the words - her hand immediately leaving her pants as both gripped tightly at the side of the canine's face to try to pull him back.

"S-stop...g-get your...f-fithly...tongue awa-away....o-oh...f-fuck..."

The more the dog licked, the less the vixen felt she could fight. It just felt so good to have that tongue lapping against her needy sex - his tail wafting the strong smell from his own hardening member into her nose to further drown her mind in that heated haze. Her toes curled with the pleasure that continued to dance across her body - fingers still digging themselves into the shepherd's face.

"P-please...b-bad...bad doggy..."

After a few moments, more of the assault she couldn't resist anymore, letting a moan finally escape her lips with a soft whimper trailing after as her hands fell down to her sides. She couldn't fight it anymore - the lust between her legs and the pain in her limbs pooling together to convince her to surrender to the strong dog.

It wasn't long after that the vixen would finally dare a look down in the dimly lit coffin of snow to see the heavy balls swaying inches from her face - a long erect canid cock dangling just in front of them. Lustful thoughts popped into her mind, enough to make her blush and whimper even more with the shameful urges teasing her. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have a dog inside of her - to not only give herself to a man but a dog at that.

She tried to justify it to herself even as she twisted her body around - working through the pain as her arms worked to almost tear her pants off. He was her hero, after all - saving her from freezing in this stupid resort that she had been forced to go to. He deserved some compensation, and what he had already done felt so good.

She managed to remove her pants entirely, still working through the pain and cold as she lowered herself down - raising her tail and ass into the air to reluctantly present herself to the mutt who was still trying to lick and lap at her throughout her movements.

"O-o-oh...c-com-come on, b-boy...f-fuck me..."

The dog kept teasing the vixen with his tongue - even stopping entirely to nuzzle her needy folds, leaving them to ache even more than before. Club desperately tried to keep her composure, biting her lip to try to suppress her moans which were becoming louder by the second. She couldn't stand the teasing, couldn't fight against the screaming thoughts in her mind.

"P-Please Fuck me!"

She felt the dog mount her as soon as the words left her lips - his paws wrapping possessively around her waist as his cock started to grind against her wet hole. She could feel its girth even before he managed to push it into her, the massive canid member stretching her out as it pushed deeper into her than any strap-on ever could - itching a depth she had never thought possible before finally hilting inside of her.

Time seemed to stop as she reveled in the shameful pleasure - moaning to herself as her body was forced to adjust to each inch of that pulsing hot rod. She still couldn't believe what she was letting the dog do to her, let alone the fact that she was enjoying every second.

Finally, Dayton began to thrust - quickly working himself to an animalistic pace as he assaulted her almost virgin-slit. Club was left moaning and drooling beneath him in seconds of the treatment - the vixen unable to even form words as she murmured and moaned to herself with brief moments of clarity eliciting a soft whimper before the pleasure managed to suppress it once again.

Only a short while passed before each thrust started to feel even tighter than the last - the Shepherd's knot growing as his climax quickly approached - the dog equally as pent up as the vixen had been. Club felt as warm pre spurted into her, warning her of the orgasmic load to come - but she couldn't do anything, didn't want to do anything. Her own climax was growing too, her mind forcing her to stay still as the dog finished. Dayton continued to hump roughly away at her, even knot-fucking her in the seconds leading up to his own climax before giving a final thrust and letting himself lock in place.

The vixen's mind melted as jet after jet of warm thick fertile doggy spunk flooded her passage and womb, all thoughts of doubt washing from her mind as her own orgasm hit her with just as much power and force as that spunk was spraying into her with. The cold and pain faded as a warm bliss overtook her whole body, pleasure coursing through her veins with each quick beat of her heart. She had never felt so much pleasure before, never orgasmed as hard as she was now with that doggy dick buried inside her.

By the time her orgasm finally faded the dog had managed to pull himself out, leaving her to collapse onto the cold snow with cum leaking from her gaping hole - though he was kind enough to quickly lay atop her once more, keeping the dazed vixen warm while she rested throughout the rest of the blizzard which had still been raging outside.

***

Club, with help from her new feral friend, managed to make her way back to the resort after the storm had passed - the exhausted vixen collapsing on the lobby's couches as she warmed in front of the fire with Dayton snuggled close by.

"I see you've taken a liking to Dayton here, huh?" Peter grinned, suddenly rounding the corner to see the two cuddling in the empty lobby.

"W-wha, I--" Club blushed, embarrassed in public for the first time in a while as her eyes suddenly shot to the deer. She thought about quickly pushing the dog off to the side, but he was so warm sitting there next to her, and his eyes were still fixed onto her own - glimmering adoringly in the light of the small indoor fire.

"Y-yeah, I guess I have. He is a great dog." The vixen looked back to the pup, feeling her heart flutter as she stared back. She was feeling something more shameful to admit than the pleasure the dog had brought her earlier, even more shameful than being rescued by this smelly mutt. As she sat there, cuddled with her new companion, and staring back into his big eyes, she couldn't help but feel love.

The End