Kamaria
I'm Beau Tyler. I'm a working dog turned Father thanks to a snafu with my owner's wife ( I don't want to talk about it right now). I guess I can't say being thrust into the so-called 'glamorous' life of a professional breeder has been all that bad though. I've seen some amazing things, done some amazing things, and met some of the most beautiful women - furs and humans-Tinbel has to offer.
This is the story of Kamaria, the African wild dog who finally put me on the map in the world of Breeders.
"So you're saying she asked for me?" Beau asked of Tristan, the keeper of the harem Beau was working in that grey, rainy afternoon. The muscular elephant nodded slowly, his great ears flapping with interest.
"That's right. Word travels fast with the Mothers, and Kamaria has requested that you be the Father for her next litter." He gestured for Beau to follow him through a curtain made of tiny wooden beads. "Believe it or not, my name may be listed as the harem owner, but it's Kamaria that really runs this place."
With the beads clattering delicately at Beau's back, his ears perked with interest. "Is that so? She sounds like quite a lady."
Tristan chuckled, a low rumbling sound deep in his strong chest. "She sure is. She's been here since before I bought the place from its previous owner. One of the three original Mothers, and mostly responsible for the remodeling of the whole place."
"Wow."Beau murmured passively, his eyes roaming out over the harem complex. It was more exotic than many of the places he'd been, with a warm, heady atmosphere that made him feel sleepy rather than sensual. They were walking through a long hallway with a balcony at the side, on the other side of which Beau could see a small indoor garden.
The women lounging or working in it were in varying stages of pregnancy, with some full and round with cubs and others barely showing. Beau smiled down at the ones that looked, offering a friendly wave.
"Everyone seems so relaxed." Beau murmured feeling urged to keep his voice at a low, relaxing volume. "Like being in a spa."
Tristan nodded again, folding his hands behind his back as he strode along next to Beau. He had to keep his long strides shorter in order to accommodate the Great Dane, despite how tall Beau really was. "That's the idea, according to Kamaria. She says that a place like this makes for a more peaceful birth process, and a closer union with Mothers and Sisters which in turn-"
"Makes for happier pups." Beau cut in. Tristan beamed over at him, smile lines crinkling around his wise eyes.
"That's right! And nothing in the world is better than a happy litter. More productive, more honest, hard working---"
"All around better contributors to society." Came a thickly accented voice from an ornate oak door that stood ajar in front of them. Beau's ears swiveled towards the sound as he shrugged to Tristan, who only smiled, his trunk curling and uncurling lazily.
"This is Kamaria's room. I'll leave you two be, and have your paperwork ready at the front." Tristan bobbed his head in a polite nod, which Beau returned with a smile. His nose twitched as his head inclined towards the door, a delightful scent coming from within.
He didn't bother to knock but did remain outside for a moment. "May I come in?" He asked politely, waiting for her invitation. Sure they were basically about to make a business transaction, but she would be carrying his pups. He'd at least like them to be generally pleasant with each other.
"Please do, Mister Tyler." She called, her rounded vowels echoing pleasantly in his mind.
Beau slowly pushed open the door and almost staggered back into the hall. His senses were bombarded by the smell he'd caught from the hall. It was so...lovely. He couldn't place it for a nickel, but he caught sight of a thin tendril of smoke rising from a stone plate on a table near the door.
"Come this way." Beckoned Kamaria's voice from the opposite side of the room. Beau stumbled in, closing the door behind him and clearing his throat. He shook himself roughly, his fur standing on end.
"Wh-what is that smell?" He asked, as if in a trance, wandering lost towards the sound of her voice. He finally saw her after pulling back a sheer orange curtain, revealing an African wild dog lounging on a nest of large cushions and pillows. When he stepped forward and let the curtain drop behind him, the smell faded long enough for Beau to gain his bearings.
The smile on Kamaria's face was positively pleased, her dark lips peeled over her pearly teeth. "You've never smelled that before? It's a Mother's perfume, used to...ease the mood." She explained, pausing shortly for effect. Beau nodded slowly.
"An aphrodisiac?" he offered.
She nodded and sat up, her delicate hind paws crossed at the ankle. Her filed nails were painted gold, like the chains that hung from her neck and the bangles that decorated her wrists.
"Of sorts." She added, patting a cushion next to her, beckoning Beau near. He moved slowly towards her, taking in the décor of the area and the chambers as best he could through the sheer curtains. They were surrounded by the orange curtains, but through them he could clean an oriental, almost tribal décor to the room: heavy reds and striking yellows and gold, all wrapped up in the delicious scent that kept his nostrils twitching. "It blocks out the scent of my Companion, as well."
Beau's eyes settling on the pointed silhouette of a young female gazelle, drawing away from the curtains just as she was mentioned.
"Fancy." He commented with the tick of a smile on his face, lowering himself to a sitting position near her. Kamaria chuckled sensuously, her voluminous tail swaying across the cushions. Beau's eyes traveled over it, taking in the sheen of her black fur and the pattern of tan and white splotches covering her body. As her tail curled invitingly over her thigh, Beau's eyes roamed over her full backside, taut stomach, and over the white blaze that dipped tantalizingly close to her modest breasts. The dress she was wearing did plenty for her figure, but when Beau looked to her honey eyes, a bolt of heat shot down his spine.
Kamaria was beautiful, and strong. It was no wonder Tristan let her take hold of the place.
"I like to think it is." She replied, unfazed by Beau's close examination of her body. "I think it helps newer Fathers adjust." She added, shifting so that her legs were in his lap. Instinctively he laid his paws on them, running his pads over her thighs, ankles, and toes. Kamaria lounged back on the pillows and let her eyes fall mostly closed, enjoying the gentle attention.
"Am I that much of a newbie?" Beau asked, chuckling good-naturedly.
"Well you've only fathered three broods, including the one with your previous employer." Kamaria shot back, grinning as she pinched playfully at his side. Beau's ears laid back in embarrassment, the white fur of his face showing a light blush. "but I've only heard good things." She added, the pinch turning into a light caress.
Beau massaged her hind paws lightly, pressing his paws against the pads to ease tension, and running them through the fur of her powerful legs. "Yeah well, who knew I was made out to be a Father after all." He joked. "What things have you heard?" He asked after a short pause, curiosity finally getting the better of him.
Kamaria laughed again, shifting so that her lilac dress inched up her things ever so slightly. She ran one paw over his bicep, smoothing his short coat. "Just that you were a farm worker before, a guard dog of sorts. That you made a litter with a human woman and were whisked away into a new world." One claw traced up over his shoulder, causing his tail to twitch against the cushions. "And that you're gentle when gentle is needed, rough when it isn't---" She paused and sat up slowly, sliding one leg up against Beau's black shirt until her hind paw caught the side of his muzzle. She used it to turn his head to face her. She could almost hear the spike in his heart rate as he caught sight of what she was flashing between her legs. "---and very, very well endowed."
It is difficult to say if Beau leapt down onto Kamaria, or she first surged upwards to meet him, but they were very suddenly tangled in a heated kiss that even Beau wasn't expecting. He couldn't decide if it was the influence of the perfume in the air, or the fact that Kamaria appeared to be driving the situation, but he wasn't going to complain either way. Kamaria crushed herself against him, one paw digging under his cotton shirt until it was dragging over his abdomen, making the muscles contract and flutter to life.
Using the leverage of her paw against his collarbone, Kamaria pushed Beau back against the bed of pillows and situated herself in his lap. With her tail raised, her rump pressed pleasantly down against his jeans to warm his quickly growing erection.
"And what kind of woman would I be if I didn't want that?" She growled, her dress inching up higher over her hips until her bare waist as revealed.
Beau ran his paws up her thighs, breathing in a heavy breath. He would have answered, but she wouldn't let him, instead whisking his shirt off her his head and running her broad tongue over his chest. The Dane growled in approval, nipping gently at one of her large, rounded ears. She hummed in pleasure, grinding down against him as a reward.
He pulled his paw across her back, unzipping her dress to reveal the sensual curve of her back. With some wiggling (some very pleasant wiggling, in Beau's opinion), the dress came clean off, and a nude Kamaria wound herself against a still mostly-clothed Beau. She licked his strong neck, her rough tongue turning his smooth coat into a spiky mess for a moment.
Beau was quite beside himself. Normally he could keep his cool with even the most ferocious of women, but Kamaria was plying him like dough in her paws. He whined quietly as his cock twitched against his jeans, Kamaria's paw groping him through the fabric.
She licked her chops and settled between Beau's long legs and slowly unzipping his pants. "Let's see if what they say is true." She growled her voice rumbling with lust.
Beau huffed slightly with discomfort as Kamaria nearly ripped the jeans from his body, snagging his tail in the seam, but the look on her face made the momentary unpleasantness worth it. She paused for a moment, slowing down for the first time since they'd first shared their vicious kiss. Her maw peeled into a smile, and she planted a hand on her hip.
"Well, they certainly were." She murmured, dipping her head to run her tongue over Beau's throbbing pink shaft. He closed his eyes, a low growl sustaining in his chest. Reaching down, Beau ran a paw over Kamaria's short white head fur, before drawing her up towards him.
The look in her eyes swam in Beau's vision. The more he moved the faster it seemed his blood boiled. He felt lost and light headed, with a prickling in the tips of his twitching ears. All in all, the sensation made him...giggle.
"Did you drug me?" He managed to get out between distant, huffing laughter. The more Kamaria got his blood running, the less he was able to resist her tantalizing ministrations.
Not that he minded.
Rather than answering his question, Kamaria was grinding her slit slowly over Beau's shaft, enticing him with the wet heat. Her hips rolled expertly over him, and Beau found his paws drawn almost magnetically to her hips. He wanted to guide her onto him, to feel the warmth inside of her, but couldn't find the clarity of mind to do anything as the scent of the perfume continued to cloud his mind.
"Do you want me?" She whispered, drawing her paw down his chest so that her claws scraped the skin under his fur. Beau's back arched slightly into the touch, grinding the tip of his cock at her entrance as she poised to ride him.
"Yes." He growled forcefully as Kamaria wound herself down on Beau's shaft, rolling her hips on occasion to accustom her smaller frame to his length and girth. Beau panted slightly, his tongue lapped at the side of her neck as she hunkered down against his chest, whining passionately as she filled herself.
"Oh Beau..." She murmured wickedly, her ears lay back lazily against her skull. Beau's paws forced her down more, his teeth gritting as he felt her stretch slightly to accommodate him. She gasped quietly, and sat up again when she came to rest against his knot. Using his bent knee for leverage, Kamaria began to ride Beau roughly.
His eyes slipped closed his heavy balls slapped against her rear, pillows jostled aside by their frantic movements. Lost in each other, their chorus of oh's and encouraging talk quickly degenerated into a cacophony of growls, whines, and short barks.
"Harder!" Kamaria barked, her claws raking at Beau's biceps. Beau bucked his hips hard against Kamaria's, simultaneously pressing her hips down. He moaned as he felt the pressure of his knot against her, forcing at her for entrance.
Feeling an approaching climax and an intoxicating need to give her exactly what she wanted, Beau sat up and threw Kamaria nearly across the cushions onto her back. Settling quickly between her legs, with one draped over his shoulder and the other around his waist, Beau drilled into her fast and harder.
She snarled at the rough treatment, but blushed a dark scarlet and clutched at the nearest pillow in wanton pleasure. With each stroke, Beau thrust harder and harder, desperate to force his wide knot into Kamaria's willing pussy.
Her snarling turned into needy whines as Beau gritted his teeth again, pushing the broadest part of the knot inside of Kamaria. Her inner walls trembled around him as her back arched nearly in half, her maw parted in ecstasy. "Harder! Give it to me Beau!" she shouted.
Beau gripped her hips with bruising force and ground his knot inside of her, lurching forward when the pressure was suddenly relieved and he was locked inside of Kamaria. She contracted around him, her climax pushing Beau over the edge and coaxing forth a torrent of cum.
Beau gasped and reached down to pull Kamaria against him. The dog wrapped her legs around Beau's waist, clinging to him for dear life as he unloaded deep inside of her. Beau's breath shook as they came down, feeling more light headed than ever.
"Kamaria I---"
Beau didn't get a chance to say more before a gentle push from Kamaria sent him flopping back against the cushions. His head lolled to one side, a slight nausea creeping over him. Kamaria licked his ear sensually, her pussy trembling still against his knot. The weight of her on his chest made him feel warmer than he already felt, making him almost uncomfortably hot.
He closed his eyes for just a moment...
When I woke up, I wasn't in Kamaria's room anymore. In fact, I didn't see Kamaria at all the rest of that trip to her sector. Turns out she had drugged me. When I asked her why, she just told me she wanted to see how I would hold up.
Apparently her "Mother's Perfume" was actually a kind of aphrodisiac meant to make Fathers completely zombie-fied. She was impressed enough with my performance that she wrote me a glowing review. It managed to land some jobs in the big leagues.
She might be a little crazy, but there's something about Kamaria that I'll never forget.
Actually I got to see her again a few months later.
But that is a story for another time.