His Masters Chickens
I have been tinkering around with this idea for a while now and I hope you all enjoy. Not exactly deep by ways of character development and sweeping vistas of plot and intrigue, but I know most of you like some good old fashioned smut every now and again.
Max was a male German Shepherd, bred for his loyalty and protectiveness. He lived on a farm with his master, a kind farmer who raised chickens for their eggs. Max had been trained to protect the chickens from predators, and he took his job very seriously. Every night, he patrolled the perimeter of the coop, making sure that no predators could get in.
One night, as Max was doing his patrol, he heard a rustling in the bushes. His ears perking up as he froze in place, trying to assess the threat. His nose twitched as he took in the scents of the farm, he could smell the chickens and the nighttime breeze as it swept across the land, but he also detected another scent. The scent stirred something deep in him, it smelt warm and fruity. He drooled slightly as he took in the scent, he walked slowly and quietly, nose down as he tracked the scent around the farm until he saw her.
The vixen was beautiful, with a sleek coat and bright eyes. Max could smell her scent, and he knew that she was deep in heat. But he also knew that she was a danger to his master's chickens. Without hesitation, Max bared his teeth and growled, warning the vixen to stay away.
But the vixen was determined. She had spotted a plump chicken in the coop, and she was not about to give up without a fight. Max watched as she circled the coop, looking for a way in. He knew that he had to act fast if he wanted to protect his master's chickens.
With a bark that echoed through the night, Max charged at the vixen, teeth bared and ready for a fight. The vixen snarled back, her eyes flashing with anger. They circled each other, both ready to strike.
Max lunged forward, biting the vixen on the shoulder. She yelped in pain, but she did not give up. Instead, she fought back, biting Max on the leg. Max winced, but he did not let go. He held on tight, determined to protect his master's chickens.
He let go of her shoulder and grabbed the scruff of her neck in his jaw, pushing down Max had the vixen pinned to the ground, her struggles growing weaker by the second. He could feel her warm fur on his face, her scent filling his nostrils. It was a heady scent, a mixture of musk and something sweet, and it made his heart race.
The vixen looked up at Max with pleading eyes, her body trembling beneath him. "Please," she whispered, "let me go. I won't come back. I'll do anything you want, just let me go."
Max looked at the vixen, considering her offer. He knew that he should let her go and return to his duties, but something inside him made him want to take her up on her offer. He could feel his instincts taking over, and the vixen's scent was driving him wild.
He could smell the musk and sweet scent of the vixen, and it was overwhelming. He could feel his body responding to her, his heart racing and his breathing becoming faster. Her smaller stature excited him, and he could feel his muscles tensing in anticipation.
Without a word, Max moved his body over hers, using his front paws he pulled her rump up into his groin. She squealed in surprise, but did not fight back. Max could feel her body trembling beneath him, but he did not let up. He pinned her to the ground, his body pressed against hers.
The vixen whimpered, but did not try to escape. Max could feel her warmth against him, and he could smell her scent more strongly now. It was intoxicating, and he found himself losing control.
Max knew that he was breaking his duty to his master, but he could not stop himself. He was a dog, driven by his instincts, and the vixen's scent had taken over. As Max struggled to enter the vixen due to his size, he could feel her tense up beneath him. He shifted his position, trying to find a way to fit, but it seemed impossible. His tip protruding out of his sheath and was smashing against her vulva with the heavy swings of his hips. He could hear the vixen whimpering and trying to move away, but he was determined to mate with her, he adjusted his grip and pulled her firmly against him.
Finally, with a determined thrust, Max managed to enter the vixen, and she let out a high-pitched cry. The sound sent a thrill through Max, and he began to move with greater urgency. He could feel the vixen responding to him, her body moving beneath him.
As they mated, Max could feel his own pleasure building. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he could not help himself. He had been driven by his instincts, and now he was caught up in the moment. He could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps.
Max hammered away at the small vixen, he could feel her body respond to his every thrust. She was wet and impossibly tight, and he could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper inside her. Her body was so small and delicate compared to his, and he could feel his size overwhelming her. The sound of their mating filled the night air, a wet slapping sound as Max thrust into the vixen. She moaned and whimpered beneath him, her body shaking with each movement. Max could feel himself growing more and more excited, his body responding to the sensations that flooded him.
Max was not gentle as he pounded away at his new mate, he adjusting his position to maximize his pleasure. He could feel the vixen's body tightening around him, her muscles clenching as she approached her own peak. As Max continued to move inside the vixen, he was overwhelmed by the sensations that flooded him. Her body was small and delicate compared to his, and he could feel his size dominating her.
Max took a deep breath, inhaling the vixen's scent, which was both musky and sweet. He could feel his arousal building, the need to breed this vixen growing stronger with each passing moment. He moved his head in closer to hers, his heavy breathing next to her ear deafening her.
As Max continued to thrust inside the vixen, he could feel her responding to his every movement. Her body was so tight and wet, and he could feel her muscles clenching around him with each thrust. He shifted his position slightly, trying to find the perfect angle to maximize their pleasure.
He could hear her moaning and whimpering beneath him, her body shaking with pleasure. Max was lost in the moment, his every movement driven by his instincts. He could feel his knot beginning to swell, tugging at her lips as it was rammed into her with each hard thrust. He knew that it was only a matter of time before it locked inside her, sealing their connection.
Max could feel the vixen's body struggling to take the knot inside her, but he refused to give up. He leaned in closer to her, his hot breath caressing her ear as he whispered, "Relax, my little bitch. Let me take all of you."
The vixen whimpered in response, her body trembling with anticipation. Max could feel her muscles tightening around him, her resistance breaking down with each passing moment.
"You're so tight," Max growled, his voice thick with desire. "But I'll make you take me all the way."
The vixen moaned in response, her body writhing beneath him as he continued to thrust. Max could feel his knot swelling outside of her, the pressure against her snatch building with each passing moment. He knew it would take some effort to get it in, but he was determined to mate with her completely.
He let out a deep growl of frustration and desire, "Come on, baby, take it all in. You know you want it," he said, his voice rough with exertion.
The small vixen whimpered as she tried to accommodate his knot. She could feel the stretch of her body as she tried to take it all in, but it was a struggle.
Max's grip on her hips tightened as he moved faster and harder, driven by the primal urge to fill her up completely. "That's it, take it all, let me feel every inch of you," he growled.
Despite the effort, the vixen was determined to take all of him inside her. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the tension building within her as he continued to thrust into her.
Suddenly, the vixen let out a sharp cry of pain as Max's knot finally locked inside her. He let out a satisfied growl, "That's my girl. Take it all," he said, his voice filled with pleasure. But Max didn't stop, he continued to hammer away, driving her towards her own climax.
The vixen cried out in pleasure as Max pounded into her, his knot keeping them locked together. She could feel the intensity building within her, and she knew that she was close to reaching her peak.
Max's own cries of pleasure mingled with hers, and she could feel his body tense up as he reached his peak. As he came inside her, his knot swelled even further, locking them together even more tightly as his watery seed squirted into her depths. She shivered as she felt his hot cum flood her womb, his thick knot straining her vulva to its limits and did not let a drop of his seed escape her.
He lifted off her and swung is leg over their connection, the vixen gasped at the sensation of his thick shaft rotating inside her and she collapsed to the ground, her rump held up to his by his firm knot. His seed continuing to dribble into her, gravity helping it find her welcoming womb. Despite the strain, the vixen was lost in ecstasy, feeling him fill her up completely.
Max's knot held them together for what felt like hours until it slowly started to soften, with a violent tug he pulled it out of her, causing a fountain of their combined fluids to squirt out of her gaping hole.
"If I catch you again, I wont be gentle" he said as he returned back to his post, the vixen got up to her feet and slowly stumbled back into the woods, her shaky legs barely holding her weight.