The Dog Owner
A sequel to The Dog Park, since it was rather popular. A poor satellite TV saleswoman gets invited ito the home of a horse who's taken ownership of a rather ravenous dog.
~1,100 words.
1K One-Shot: The Dog Owner
Themes: M/f, vore, animal, unwilling, coercion
A 1,100-word sequel to The Dog-Park, since it was so popular!
Characters: * The Dog - Huge, energetic, virile, hungry. * The mouse - Shy, female, 20. * The Horse - 43, tall, deceptive.
"Won't you come on in? I'd love to go over the details," said the horse, tall, black, imposing. Giving the mouse a friendly smile he turned and walked indoors - although she'd only come to do a survey on potential customers for satellite TV. She had a quota, though, and hadn't pulled a lot of numbers yet - too shy to not accept a 'no'. And so, despite her nervousness, she followed. "Take off your shoes, please," came a whicker from ahead - she paused and looked behind herself, then scurried to comply, kicking off her pumps to place them by the door.
"Hungry?" asked the horse, passing the kitchen - she was, a bit, but shook her head, not wanting to waste time on snacks. "No.. thanks," she murmured, tail a-lash behind her. "Suit yourself! We keep well stocked," the equine smiles in leading her instead into the study. Quiet, and stacked with little knick-knacks and mementos of his travels far and wide. "Please, sit down," he told her, and she did, atop a large oak chair with arm-rests just a bit too high for her; she place her hands atop her skirt, and felt a little small.
"So, you want to sell me satellite? And how much does it cost?" he asked, while pacing around beside her, meaning that she had to raise her eyes to watch him. "Forty-- um, that is, our introduction-.."
She paused, in hearing heavy, clattering pawsteps padding down the stairs, and through the hall - then gasped, her spiel forgotten momentarily, in seeing such a massive dog appear. As big or bigger than the biggest breeds, huge-fluffed, black and energetic - pink tongue lolling, brown eyes glinting as it circled rounder her, tail a-wag. She jumped back to attention when she felt the horse's hand rest on her head, thumb turning out to brush her earbase, drawing out a light, involuntary shiver - her eyes jerking back up. He cut her protest off, just saying casually,
"Yes, yes, that sounds like something I could do with. Do you have the forms?" Unsure of what to make of this, but seeing in this sale a way to close their business quickly and be gone, she nodded, reached into her carrybag and handed him the papers. "Just, um.. if you sign and date the bottom, I can fill the rest in later.. if that's, uh..."
"Fine," he smiled, withdrawing to the desk - and leaving her surrounded by the dog, whose massive frame loped round her seat, and pushed familiarly in to nose and lick against her neck and face. She squirmed, and spluttered, trying to find a way to free herself without appearing rude - until the horse said casual and soft,
"Although I will be giving you to Rex." With that the dog leapt round in front of her - the arm-rest block her escape from all three other sides. She didn't even take his meaning, first, or think to try and flee - until the massive dog had fixed its gaze upon her, 'grinned' and spread its jaws, tongue lolling wide, as seeming miles of yawning, pink wet flesh exposed and framed the blacker tunnel of its throat. "Wha, what-... no, wait!" she tried to shout, but gasped in shock and lost her words when all the weight of that huge, hungry animal surged forwards and grabbed her unshoed feet within its jaws, and slathered wetly over them before just lunging up her, numbing her with the sheer speed its black lips slithered up her legs, enclosing them in tight, moist, gripping warmth.
She stared into its face, eyes wide, jaw dropped, and found the dog's expression simply playful, hungry, eager - tensing and shifting on its paws as she began to struggle, trying to draw her legs back. Not that it did any good - even as she gripped the chair, her predator reared up and clapped its paws onto the seat-edge, raising her hips and pulling her inside it with a deeper, tighter gulp that dragged her forward and up, until its lips spread round her thighs and closed above her waist.
"N-no, oh god... please, I'll give you all the channels, free! I didn't.. didn't say I wanted this.." she begged, although that gripping suction had her trapped securely, only dragging further down and in. Already she could feel her feet emerging through a tighter ring of muscle, meeting slime and muscled curves, breath catching as she realised how deep she was into the canine's stomach. Desperately she tried to get the horse's answer, but he simply sat back in his chair and watched, with one hand lightly pressed across his bulging crotch.
"There's a good boy," crooned the equine to his pet. "You're quicker with it now! But then, you have had lots of practise, since I found you with your belly bulging, still with someone struggling inside that I could hear your hunting prowess from, and took you home... not that answering my questions got him anywhere. You needed a reward!" he cooed towards the dog, not her - though as she found her hands upon his jaws being sucked in, her chest now sinking past his lips and shoulders fast approaching, the horse did catch her gaze.
"Oh, and with the satellite? I think I changed my mind," he winked, and then she found the wet, deep, slurping noises of the dog's devouring muzzle drawing near, and over and around her, blocking out her last view of the room with rows of teeth. She squeaked a final, moaning whimper as the darkness made her focus all the more upon her sense of touch - the slippery-smooth, but firmly gripping, rolling waves of pressure tugging her inexorably down, into blackness, heat and rushing, wooshing, rumbling bodysounds. She tried to push back as she sank, jostling the canine's throat and drawing out a hungry growl from him... but finally she slipped entirely in, her body bulging out his belly, struggling still a little, managing to only rock her fleshy jail from side to side. Her final, muffled words were sharp and angry, but the horse just smiled and tousled over his pet's ears.
"Don't you listen to her, boy. You did just great. The census worker's due at 8, so let's hope you've got space by then!"