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Plap. plap. plap. plap. plap.

Plap.... plap.... plap....

A sound of plapping rings in my ears, a sound that I'm all too familiar with.

It's a sound I hear multiple times a day. It makes my body yearn, and my mouth drool.

It gives my throat a tingling sensation, not at all unpleasant.

I will admit, having a meaty 8.5" leopard cock shoved down my throat was not something I anticipated in my younger days.

Days of which denial and repressed desires overtook my very being.

Days of which...

"Fucking cumslut... take... my... fucking.. cock..."

I snapped back into the present moment, having caught myself reminiscing, as I often do.

My life as the house puppy leads me to either pondering my own thoughts, or having one of my holes ravaged by a group of horny, furry beasts.

My goodness, I love my life...

"I'm getting close bitch, you want to be filled with my leopard spunk, huh?

Yeah you fucking do."

"Mrrhhmmph"

"Such a good pup for me, lets me fuck their muzzle nice and deep"

"Mrrrrrrr!"

My face is slobbery mess. I adore being throat-fucked but my gag reflex still exists, rendering me incapable of taking cock deep without gagging, choking, slobbering, and just drenching myself in my own saliva. Saliva that has turned even more like sticky lubricant from my heavier throat mucus mixing in, which only happens when I'm face-fucked nice and deep. I love the feeling of being used and being a complete disgusting mess, having the lewd sounds of a cock force its way deep into my lubricated muzzle as I struggle to take it. I love the feeling of having this leopard, or any beast with a juicy dick, forcibly hold my head in place as they use me as their cumdump. I love the feeling of struggling to find air in between thrusts, as the spit from my mouth cascades down my chest and onto my chastity cag....

"Fucking slut.... I'm going to shoot my cum in you and you are going to fucking drink it down."

God I love when he dirty talks to me. I am a slut for your cock baby, use me how you want.

"Oh fuck... here it comes bitch....... FUCCCCCCKKKKKKK"

With one last thrust, this eager leopard hilts into me deep, slamming my nose into his musky crotch-fur - wet from my slobber. I don't feel his cum in my throat as it's already coated with my saliva, but what I can feel is the length of his cock throb deep in me each time as he spurts his load inside.

One throb... gulp!

Two throbs... gulp!

Three throbs... gulp!

He pulls out slightly.... holds for a moment... and then rams his cock back in me.

Four throbs, five throbs... gulp!

Five is pretty normal for this productive leopard, I should know better than anybody. Lee uses my muzzle at least three times a day.

He pulls out a bit more and rests the tip of his meaty, uncut leopard dick on my messy tongue, and shoots one more creamy rope of leopard spunk there so that I can taste it. I slowly open my messy muzzle - strands of saliva and spunk stick to the top and bottom of my jaw, and to the musky dick resting on my tongue. His last load feels so good pooling on my tongue like that. I can begin to taste it as it oozes down the sides.

"Spttt"

I feel something hit the top of my muzzle, narrowly missing my eye. I look up and see this sexy, satisfied beast with a big smile on his face. I then realize he just spit on me, and begin to smile myself.

God, I'm hot sweaty, slobbery, and musky mess.

"Good pup, such a good little bitch."

I wag my tail.

"I know you would love it if I just rested my cock there all day hun, but be a good puppy-slut and clean me up 'cause I got to get to class pretty soon."

Like he has to tell me twice...

I close my muzzle back down on the tip of his dick and swallow the rest of his cum pooling on the bottom of my mouth.

Gulp!

I lick the last of the juice off of his softening tool and drink down any remaining fluids that are in my muzz. I adore the taste him, and would love nothing more than if he just left his cock in my mouth all day for me to nurse on...

Getting a bit impatient, he yanks his dick out of my mouth and then slaps my muzzle with it a few times, smearing his dick across the moist bridge of my face and scooping up his spit from near my eye.

He then forces it back into my muzzle.

"There you go bitch, just trying to help."

I lick quickly around his dick and swallow it down, before he yanks it out again.

"Now clean up my balls and the rest of my crotch pup."

I smile wider, only this time because I get to nuzzle beneath his sack and lick up any juices that have flowed down there. I use my paw to lift his limp cock (now it's more like a chub) and balls up as I press my nose to the bottom base of his sack and inhale deeply. He laughs.

"Heh, fucking muskslut."

I am, proudly so. I take a few more good whiffs of his smelly ball-sack and then use my tongue to clean the rest of my spit that has made its way down. I work my way up and lift his now-soft cock up, and take a brief sniff of the spot where the base of his dick meets his sack. My nose fits perfectly right in that spot - murrrrrr! I smile wider, and then finish licking up around the base of his dick, getting most of my spit off his crotch fur. His cock is still about 6 inches long while soft, and looks fucking magnificent. I swear I can just sit here all day like a good pup and let him rest his flaccid cock on my muzzle until he is ready to use me again.

I whimper.

"Aww, I know sweetie. I'll be back later to feed you again, don't you worry"

He really is a sweetheart.

"Woof! Thanks for the treat kitty, have a good class."

I wink at him.

"You're welcome pup, love you TONS!"

"Woof! Aww, love you tons too <3"

He takes his paw and grabs his floppy dick, stroking it one last time to the tip where his foreskin bunches up and a bead of cum makes its way out. I proceed to stick my tongue out and lick it up, and give him a final kiss there. Good until the last drop.

He pulls up his underwear and sticks his dick back in, before zipping back up his pants. I badly want to rest my face against his bulge.

He gives me one last scritch between my ears then walks out.

I finally drop from my knees and onto my butt, moaning slightly as my butt plug hits the ground.

Aww Lee... such a sexy, sweet leopard. Some might think he was the one the one that corrupted me into being a subby, pervy little toy, but it was unequivocally the other way around.

I remember when I first met him... I guess about four years ago now...

Wow, time goes by fast!

He was a lot more timid back then, which I found odd considering he was a big and handsome leopard. He was roommates with my boyfriend at the time, Kay, a wonderful and dominant coyote (I'll talk more about him later :3) I actually didn't know he was queer at first, I just thought he was some jock-nobody. I'm not really into sportsy, super masculine looking guys as I find them a bit insufferable to talk to, but Lee won me over quite quickly with his sweet smile and slightly goofy laugh. There was something about the way he held himself too... he seemed very curious about me, I thought it was because he just moved to the big city and gay people were an interesting novelty to him. But as I got to know him more, I started to realize that he reminded me of myself before I came out.

I understand that feeling, it's all encompassing. It's a feeling of being scared, being eager, being curious, being ashamed, being excited. More than anything, I could see that he wanted to let go and dive into his deepest desires, but something was holding him back...

That something is called the world, a world that shames us for being sexual, that shames us for being queer. A world in which even if you are queer, you have to be the "right" type of assimilated queer in order to not be shamed into existing. A world where we have to hide our desires and pretend everything is sanitized and orderly. A world where nothing can be messy... where I can't be messy! A world in which I was finally able to leave behind...

I could see in Lee's eyes that he wanted something more.

We started slow... I gave him a kiss, and was slightly taken a back when he parted my lips with his tongue. I remember liking how it kind of felt like sandpaper. Before I knew it, we were making out on the couch and one of my paws was feeling up his chest. I looked down and could see he was hard as a rock. When I reached down over his tented jeans and gave it a squeeze, he parted the kiss and moaned.

When I unzipped him and reached through his fly to grab a hold of his cock, I thought he would cum right there from the feeling of my tender paws and soft fur rubbing on his dick.

When I first fished his cock out, I was awestruck... this leopard was packing! His juicy cock was not only big but had the tastiest looking bunch of foreskin that liked to stretch around his tip. And my goodness, this guy was musky as all fuck! When I first stroked him, I brought his foreskin down his shaft and off of his tip and I swear his musk made a b-line straight for my nose. I think that is when my addiction to his cock began. For all the times that I nibbled on his foreskin, or cleaned underneath it with my tongue... for every time I pressed in my nose and inhaled his musk off of every square inch of his cock and balls... or for every time he shot his cum and piss on my muzzle, on my tongue, or down my throat over the years, I don't think anything can beat the time when I first inhaled his scent...

I knew he was close right away, so I made sure to start slow and savor the feeling of his cock on my paw as I ran it up and down. His skin felt so nice and smooth, his cock was warm, and each time that I squeezed I could feel every vein and inch of him react. I love the feeling of a cock as it gets hard, then soft, then hard again. Each stroke garners a different reaction... sometimes a dick will get become a bit more limp, and then you can change the pace or angle or tightness and it firms right back up. I love looking at a dick when I'm controlling how it feels, each bit of pressure causing it to change. Foreskin is amazing too... just the feeling as it rolls up and down the length, how it will stretch over the tip and make the guy throb as you milk him.

I could paw off Lee for hours and not get tired, but even going at the slow pace that I was, he didn't last long... it was very cute. He came all over my paw and had a goofy and excited smile when I brought it up to my muzzle and sensually licked it clean. I kept some in my mouth when I pulled him back into a deep kiss. He giggled and I could tell this was one of the happiest moments that he ever felt. I looked into his watering eyes and told him it was okay, he could let go with me. He started crying, I held him tightly and started crying with him. We then moved over to his bed, stripped naked, and cuddled until Kay got home, who then got in bed with us too.

It was about three more weeks before Kay and Lee invited me to live with them. They would've done it sooner but were in the midst of leaving their current apartment to find something better, and bigger! They ended up finding a beautiful old four bedroom house on Periwinkle Lane, and it's a place where I feel the most home that I've ever felt.

As the months passed by, I got to know Lee more and more, and fell in love with the sweet and pervy fur that he was. As it turns out, he definitely was not a jock, shame on me for labeling him as such. In fact, he hated sports! Well... except for watersports, lol. I think he might even love unzipping and relieving himself in my muzzle almost as much as he loves dumping his cum in there, but I think as long as I have my muzzle down on him and draining his drippy cock on the regular then he'll be satisfied.

Also, when I say it was me who corrupted him, I wasn't lying... I never heard Lee say "damn" the first three months that I knew him, let alone "fucking cumdump slut," which he now calls me on a daily basis. Okay, okay... I'm sure he likes to demean me with dirty talk as much as I love it, but the point being is that I take a bit of pride helping turn him into this sexy, unabashedly queer beast who uses me to get off. It was a bit awkward at first, and I'll be honest.. I didn't think he had it in him to demean me with harsh language. We are both feminists and find these words really gross when used by guys during casual talk, but I realized a long while ago was that being called a "slut" and "whore" and "bitch" by a guy that I'm fucking really makes me feel empowered and sexy. It's like I get to own my sexuality and not be ashamed of being fucked and used as a place for guys to dump their cum. I want it badly, and I'm not going to be fucking ashamed of that. I am a slut, and I'm damn proud of it! Lee eventually realized that too, and after the initial awkwardness, he began to get really into it. I made it clear that I consented to it and he could see I was really into it too, and as much as he loves getting off in me and treating me like a sex object, I can tell that he enjoys the fact that I love it even more.

Lee is such a sweetheart, I love him tons. For every time Lee uses me as his flesh-light, he will wrap me up in a big bear hug and whisper the sweetest things in my ear. Sometimes we don't even fuck! We'll just lie down naked in bed together, I'll cup his junk in my paw, and we'll have really deep conversations about life... and then we'll fuck! He always makes sure I'm doing okay and feeling good, and likes to give me pets and scritches and treats... yes, even treats that don't come from inside his underwear. He gives me the best treatment that a puppy could ever ask for, and I will serve him like the good pup that I am.

"Hhhnnn"

I whimper. My cock wants to get hard but my cage is restricting me. I massage the floor with my butt, getting my plug to ever so slightly stimulate my prostate. I'm so fucking horny, I wish Lee was here to piss in my throat...

...

I need to find Kay and beg him to unlock me and let me cum... but I just know he's going to torture me for even suggesting that...

...

Hmmm... where is that coyote?