Rightful Place
The segregation of homo sapiens and anthromorphs had been a long-standing tradition, one that was well-received by both groups. Cities were divided by it, and small towns were either one or the other. For the majority of history, it would have turned heads (and raised a few voices) to see a human walk down a canine neighborhood.
As time progress and the modern age dawned, it became harder and harder for both groups to remain completely separate. Intermingling happened more as the global economy forced humans and anthros into co-existence. Terms that had once been common in relation to the other group had become considered derogatory and out-dated, and considered tremendously politically incorrect to speak in any company, mixed or not. Calling a canine anthro a 'mutt' or 'flea-ridden' would instantly mean a solid fist to the face, a lot of the time thrown by another human.
What was still considered highly taboo, however, was mixed couples. So taboo, in fact, laws were readily being put in place to stop any marriage between the two, supported with unusual bipartisanism from both species' politicians in Washington. Due to freedom of association no political group could outlaw the relationship, but that didn't mean the state would allow there to be any legal bindings there.
That was the politics of the matter, and when it came to politics, Kent simply didn't pay much attention. He had his own everyday issues to worry about. Having a job he hated, showing up five days a week simply to pay for a comfortable standard of living. He was annoyed by his neighbors and their loud children. Kent even had a Siberian Husky girlfriend that was unbelievably cute, however a complete bore in bed. These were the troubles of a man in his mid-twenties, and at the moment, he simply didn't have the time to worry about if they would ever be able to marry.
Kent was a human who had grown up in a working class liberal family. A father who would always talk about treating everyone with respect, furred or not. Working in a union had that kind of effect on the old man. Blue collar folks didn't care what someone looked like, only if they were willing to buy the next round. Those teachings, alongside his mother's generally tolerant attitude, meant the young man was easily able to find his way into a mixed-species relationship.
They had met at university, and the couple became fast friends. Friendships between the species had become increasing common over the years, and as college campuses tended to be rather liberal, not that time period wasn't wrought with social challenges. As often happens between friends of different genders, that camaraderie soon turned to a more intimate closeness of the two. Kent found he absolutely loved the feeling of her soft fur against his bare flesh, and in turn, had told him many times how wonderful human fingers felt moving through her fur.
"Wake up, you're going to be late for work." Lilly called from the kitchen, her normally soft-spoken nature quickly depleting, this being the third time she had tried to wake him up.
"...I'm up..." He responded groggily, sitting up in bed wearing his favorite pair of striped boxers.
"You need to shave too. Come on, I have breakfast ready."
Kent rubbed at his neck, feeling the stubble going through his fingers. "Maybe I'll just grow out a beard..."
"Oh no you don't!" Her reply was immediate, peeking into the bedroom with unusually fierce eyes marring an otherwise adorable face.
She was a husky who standing just shy of five feet, with a petite built that perfectly matched her height. By human standards she was particularly small, though that was one of the things that Kent found particularly charming about the girl. Her fur coloration of a soft copper-red and ivory was considered exotic in the anthro community, a facet that was completely wasted on Kent -- she could be black and white and be considered exotic to the human.
"You do see the absolute unfairness of that rule, don't you?" Kent responded, a tad bit grumpy.
"Yup." She replied cheerfully, going back to finish up her cooking, "Breakfast is almost ready. So hurry up and shower."
"Yes, dear." His tone playfully teasing as he went into the bathroom to turn on the shower and adjust the heat.
In the stream of the falling water Kent began to let his mind wander, as often times it did in just this setting. He loved Lilly, that much was for certain; but something was missing, and that 'something' couldn't even be denied much longer. She was horrible in the bedroom. Completely unwilling to try new things, no matter how hard he tried to push matters.
The initial rush of having sex with a 'forbidden species' had long since burnt out, and now Kent simply wanted something -- anything -- that would bring some sort of spark back. In passing thoughts, he would think about cheating on Lilly, finding some nice submissive girl to have an affair on the side. Those thoughts always disgusted him, but the more time went on, the more those 'passing thoughts' became actual plans. How to find a girl, where to bring her. Kent knew he was going to eventually do it, and to stop that from happening, he also knew something would have to be done. If she decided to leave him because he tried to be more adventurous in the bedroom, then that would be the end of it. At least he attempted to fix the problem, and didn't do anything horrible behind her back.
She had cooked him a rather standard breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. A meal that was quickly devoured due to a pressing lack of time. With a quick kiss, Kent was out the door and on the way to another eight hours of, in his mind, a literal hell on earth.
A day filled with doing the same monotonous tasks tended to leave a man worn out when returning home, not wanting to take part in anything other than zoning out while watching TV, or mindless searching the web to find the latest funny cat video. All plans of attempting to 'fix' the situation with Lilly had drained from his mind, making up excuses on why he couldn't take part in them.
Once the weekend arrived Kent was of clearer mind, able to again begin to formulate his plans for the relationship. Plans that were quickly beginning to take shape as Lilly started affectionately nuzzling her boyfriend's neck, placing soft kisses along the flesh as she loved to do. The next few steps would be like clockwork, Kent knew. They would kiss, make out for a while like teenagers, and soon have dull missionary sex in the bedroom.
Not tonight, he promised himself.
After a few moments of kissing along his neck, Lilly shimmied her tiny form onto his lap, straddling him, gently pressing her moist canine tongue around his throat. He took matters into his own hands at that point, hand sliding up the back of her t-shirt to intertwine digits throw her soft fur, bringing a soft moan from the husky. She murred against his ear as his lips found her neck, tail beginning to wag happily, though seemingly careful to not let it get too excited. There were some dignities anthros had to uphold.
His plan was relatively simple -- get her as worked up as much as possible before trying anything. An initial plan was to try and get her drunk, but well, that somehow seemed less honorable overall. This was someone he had to live with and love, not some floozy down at the corner dive.
And so that is just what Kent did, keeping her close in his arms, making sure every time she attempted to push forward with their 'tried and true' lovemaking, he would simply hold her tighter and go back to sliding his touch against her tail, kneading his curved knuckles into the root, and act that made her squirm and moan under his devoted attentions.
"Kent..." Lilly breathed heavily against his ear, pushing her body in a needful way against him, "Let's go to the bedroom..."
"Not yet." He whispered back, pulling her body closer against him, letting her grind her covered sex against his already-hardened length.
She almost whimpered at that point, burying her muzzle against his neck, trying to control her obviously growing arousal at all this foreplay.
Kent could only smile to himself, realizing just then why his sweet little husky always tried to get right to the sex -- she was becoming putty in his hands as this went on; further, she was working harder and harder to control those instinctual canine 'tics'
It didn't take long before her nuzzling became passionate licks, far more 'dog-like' than he had ever felt before. She was lapping at his neck just as hand adjusted to rub at her pussy from behind, her shorts already beginning to slide off.
"No more..." She pleaded with him, small paws digging into his shoulders as she began to pant in staggered breaths.
Kent hushed her with the simple act of sliding his hand under the waist of her shorts, having to stifle a chuckle at how obscenely wet she had gotten. That normally soft fur along her slit was soaked, making a wonderful mess of his fingers as he sawed back-and-forth through his pup's heated folds. He listened in rapture to her moans, her little squeaked whimpers as he toyed with that needy clit between fingertips.
The husky's shirt was lifted with ease, his arm already mostly inside the fabric making the process much easier. Her B-cup was on the higher side of the scale, seeming even larger against her lithe body. The fur colorations did wonders for facet as well, lovely rounded breasts entirely in pure white, surrounded by the reddish-hue of the rest of her fur. He took a passing glance at his lover's muzzle, her eyes closed and breath coming out in quick bursts from a parted maw. Those eyes did, however, open the moment he took hold of her ponytail; shocked as he used it to force her body into an arch.
"Kent!" Her words came out as a puppy's whine, ruining the effect of her anger, "What are you doing!"
His silence was absolute, simply leaning forward to begin lavishing attention on the velvety fur of her bust. Below agile fingers continued to toy with her clit, increasing the speed of his butterfly-touches across that nub. Any stiffness flowed out of her body, becoming lost in the sensation once more whilst her human lover began to nip and pull gently at hardened nipples.
'Putty' had become an understatement at this point, Kent realized. Whatever long-trapped instinct had come rushing out, and now his beautiful, forbidden partner was acting like the girls he saw in anthropomorphic-only pornography -- a whining and needy bitch. The more his tongue grazed along her nipples the more she panted, and the longer he toyed with her sex the more moist his little puppy-slut was becoming.
Lifting her lissome body, he stood, kneeling down on the ground to let her tumble inelegantly out of his arms. Shorts and panties pulled down with one fell swoop of his gripping fist, exposing that well-rounded backside to the brightness of the artificial light that flooded the room. She was on all fours, muzzle lowered to the ground. Kent knew she felt humiliated right now, how tightly her eyes were closed, not wanting to look at him. And, yet, Lilly's desire for being mounted was far too much to control.
He didn't even bother to undress. He wanted to make a statement -- she was the animal, nude and bare, and he was the civilized one still wearing his clothes. Unzipping his fly he pulled his hardened cock out, kneeling behind that needy body. Her slit so very different from human women, a fact he thought about as he began to slide the very human head of his length across her overly-moist pussy.
Her whines reached his ears, obviously not expecting to be teased. Already in this degrading position for a female canine, and now being toyed with by a human lover.
"So this is how you like to be treated..." He stated with a more authoritative tone than he had ever used with the husky. "Ask nicely."
She undoubtedly wasn't expecting that, but still kept those eyes tightly closed, as if that alone meant this wasn't actually happening. That she wasn't acting like this. "Please Kent..."
"No, no." He whispered, tapping the firmness of his cock against her clit a few times to watch the startled reaction from his pup, "Call me 'Master'."
That was enough to push back her instincts. Eyes shooting open, looking back at him with anger. "No! How dare you!"
She wasn't even given a chance to pull away before he steadily pushed his human shaft inside the tightness of her body, causing an instantaneous shudder from the canine. Her back arching, tongue lolling out from the side of her gaping maw. Once fully hilted he slowly withdrew and began teasing again, now with a cock glistening with canine juices. So disappointed, Lilly actually gave a frustrated bark. She had never barked in front of him before, let alone in such a way.
"We love each other." He spoke earnestly, running fingers through the pelt of her narrow back, "There is no reason to deny how it feels to be treated like this."
With a whimper she looked back at him, her huge puppy-like eyes staring for a moment before closing, laying the bridge of her muzzle flat against the ground. "Please...M-Master..."
The dog's reward was instant, being instantly filled once again. She whined in joy, tail thumping happily against the chest of her human boyfriend. Kent didn't bother to hold back as in times past, forgoing her normal demand of gentle, slow lovemaking. He pressed himself against her body, grinding against her very limits. Lewd noises of her wetness filling the room, causing Lilly's large ears to hang back in mortification.
Kent could tell she was having the time of her life, but also knew how degraded she must have felt. It urged him on, an aspect of his arousal he wasn't overly proud of. He liked the fact his proper girlfriend was sullied to such a level. It urged him on to fuck her harder, grunting, leaning over her body, taking the nape of her neck in his fingers like she was an unruly puppy.
"We..." he paused, moaning she her body tightened up, drawing him inward, "...need to get you a collar, I think. Something to wear when around the house. Can't be a proper bitch without a collar baring her owner's name."
Lilly whined at that, and yet at the same time he could feel her body convulse underneath him. Those words, those taboo and speciesist words, sending that little body over the edge. An hour before being a proud anthro female, and now a bitch in heat shuddering through a climax brought on by being treated like a pet mutt by a human.
Kent steeled himself, pulling from that wonderfully warm and tight cunt of his pup. Turning her around to shove that length into her still-gaping muzzle. Her eyes opened wide in utter shock, able to taste her own arousal entirely. That was, of course, until Kent began to groan and spray his warm, abundant cum against her tongue. Through his climax he looked down to see her reaction, and to his surprise, she was smiling in a dreamy way. Eyes lidded and completely lost, drinking down the sheer essence of her lover. Tongue lapping against the tip to get every last drop, and giving an endearing whine of disappointment when none was left.
They would sleep now, Kent knew. Likely right here. The next few days might be a bit awkward, but he knew the relationship was saved. As he stroked her head like a pet, and her tail gave happily lazy thuds to the ground, he figured it might even be strengthened.