Trapped In The Doggy Door - Exclusive Teaser
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_Here's an exclusive cocktease, of my next eBook - Trapped In The Doggy Door. _ Please note; This is not final draft - more of a beta to gauge reaction and reader input. See an error? Please tell me!
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Finished titles tags; M/M/M/F, Furry, Bestiality, Feral, Dog, Husky, Rottweiler, Doberman, Pitbull, Great Dane, Implied Impregnation, Exotic Bondage, Pseudo-Rape, Impregnation, Multiple Creampies in Multiple Holes, Single, Double and Triple penetration, Uniform, Heat-Sluttiness, Orgasm, Regret, Implied Future Rape, Juicy Ending
Rapping loudly on the front door, Kyla waited for an answer. A tan, collared T-shirt was pulled tight over her 'curvier' figure. At the bottom, a small utility belt - with only a few essentials attached straddled the waist above her broad, shapely hips. Below this hung a professional, dark-coloured skirt. It was high enough to be sensible, but low enough to be attractive, showing off just a bit of white and black fur, not covered by her knee-high socks. She tapped her boots, a light tan colour, rugged and toe-capped, impatiently on the decking, before adjusting the cap that sat between her ears - so that the Feral Protection Service badge was facing dead-forwards.
She'd been called out to a report of loud animal noise coming from the back yard of the house, along with some yelling and screaming. The neighbors had already been concerned about similar occurrences, but had only recently reported the property.
As a Feral Protection Officer - Part of the Police Force, but trained to handle crimes relating to the 'unthinking', she had all the same powers, if not more. The suspect was legally required to answer the door, let her check the premises and conduct formal interviews. However, with the golden oak still shut firmly in her face, it was looking unlikely that she'd be able to do any of this.
With a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck with a fingerless-gloved paw, the Husky stepped back from the door. It had been a slow week, and she'd been intent on coming away from this call with something more than a note through the letterbox - either an arrest or a resolution. Maybe she could take a look over the fence? Survey the garden?
Hopping off of the porch, she slinked around the side of the house, letting the detective in her come out a little. It was quite a nice building, a change from the usual neighborhoods that were rife with dogfights, illegal breeding, and illegal breeding.
Coming to the back of the house, she was stopped by a sturdy wooden gate - the high kind, with no windows or slats. All around the garden was skirted by high, wooden fence boards. Good quality wood, nicely varnished. Paid for by illicit earnings? Stepping up on her tiptoes, Kyla tried to peer over the top, but she was just a little too short. Defeated by a six-foot fence. Her search for a hole to peek through came up fruitless - however she did find evidence of some holes that had been plugged. For nefarious reasons?
Taking one more glance behind her, she put her paws on the fence and pulled herself up. Her feet left the ground, her arms hooked around the top of the fence along with her breasts, now sitting atop it.. The garden was quite nice, really. Clean cut, green, grass. A nice wooden patio around the back door, with outdoors furniture laid out across it. A winding stone path cut through the lawn, to a large shed at the back of the garden. The windows of the shed we covered in mesh, and slightly darkened. Definitely worth looking at. And holding herself up like this was getting tiring.
With a huff and a heave, she raised a slightly (and deliciously) thick leg, hooked her boot over the fence and hauled herself over. She landed with a thump in a flowerbed, crushing Daffodils and Marigolds. She looked down at them, ears falling down, feeling a little guilty. Then, she straightened up and returned to 'investigation mode'. Giving the windows a sly squint, Kyla sneaked down the garden towards the shed. It really was quite big, taking up the whole end of the garden, from fence-to-fence. Made of black, varnished panels, its roof flat and felted.
thoroughly.
Two big dogs stood at the end of the garden. One a big, stocky Rottweiler and the other a lean, and muscular Doberman, their coats midnight black and dark brown. They were big, stocky dogs, teeth bared and golden eyes shining fiercely.
Terrified, she ran as fast as she could, skidding over the grass as she ran back up towards the house. The dogs were fast, quickly catching up to her. Kyla saw an opportunity - a small hatch on the back door - the one the dogs must use. If she could get in and then push something against it, she would be safe until the owners got home.
Pushing herself as fast as she could go, snarling dogs hot on her heels, she jumped up the patio steps and dived at the door. He paws pushed the flap open and she dragged herself into it, pushing with all he might as she came out into the kitchen. But then she stopped. She'd gotten halfway in and got stuck. Panic hit her and she frantically pushed and pulled, but she was firmly wedged in the dog flap. There was no way forward, or back.
Her heart pounded as she heard the dogs on the patio right behind her, their nails clicking on the wooden patio, as their footfalls slowed. They were so close to her, and there was no escape. Remembering her training, she lowered her tail to make it less of a target, and held as still as she could. Trying to control her shaking, she, very slowly tried to push a little bit more through the door, but her wide hips were too wide.
The pair of dogs cautiously circled her trapped rear half, teeth bared and muzzles dripping with saliva. It soon dawned on them, that whatever was going on, it wasn't a threat. Tail low, quivering, the Husky just knelt there before them. One stepped a little closer, his nose reaching out and touching her boot as he scanned her scent. There came an 'eep' from the other side of the door, and the leg tried to slowly slide forward.
She felt his nose trailing up her sock, a paw coming down on her calf, stopping her painfully slow creeping away. Kyla could feel her blood pressure rise, racing around her body as the dog investigated up her leg. Although still terrified, her cheeks burned up with embarrassment, ears drooping. She knew what was going on.
A woman was not supposed to work with ferals while in heat. The pheromones tended to make them a little... Energetic? Who was she kidding. It made them horny. Horny, because they could smell a 'bitch in heat'. She was always able to (usually) keep her needs in check so, of course, she'd decided to come in to work, in heat, and use the mandatory days off for her holiday. Damn it.
It could work in her favor though. Hopefully, the dogs wouldn't attack her, at least for a while, if they thought she was a breeding female. Propping herself up on one paw, she reached back to her belt to her radio. She could call for help, and She felt her belt and then traced her finger back down to her radio. It hit wood. The radio was on the other side.
The Husky sighed, rolling her eyes, and then yelped in shock. Leaning in under her skirt, the Rottweiler jammed his nose right into her panties, pushing them up tight against her sex. His broad, flat nose traced over the thin cotton, searching out for a very familiar scent, being presented in an unusual manner.She could feel him pressing into her panties, unyielding as he boldly rubbed her womanhood with his face. Kyla tried to close her thighs, but the dogs head was already in the way, pushed right up into her crotch. The Husky's ears flicked back, and she wanted to do nothing more than push his intrusive head away. Mostly, anyway - but that was getting far beyond her comfort zone.
But with solid wood in her way, there was no way to deter the dog - not without risking injury. Trying to stay collected, she exhaled loudly, doing her best to keep a straight face as the dog brutishly rubbed his nose all over her privates, cursing the wetness her cunt was instinctively releasing. She scowled as she reminded herself of that time that, she was considering and ultimately deciding not to take 'Heat Control' tablets. Now, here she was, dripping all over a dog's nose.
Suddenly, the dog found his nose caught on the edge of a her undies. He shook his head, giving a snort, unintentionally pulling them over to one side. Kyla's cunt flashed free, a glistening pink flower surrounded by a tuft of short, white and black fur. A gleam of recognition in his dark eyes, he pressed his nose right up into it, taking in the scent that was now so much stronger, filling his senses as the wet clung to his nose, spreading from her, through it, to him. His jaw dropped open, a wide, dark-pink tongue lolling out of it, dripping hungrily with saliva. In one motion, it made contact with the bottom of her naked cunny, soaking the fur with his lust. It dragged up, sliding through her slit, splaying its petals apart ever-so slightly, the rough surface contacting every millimeter of her sensitive pussy. It reached the top, rasping over her heat-swollen clit. A shrill, female shriek rang out from behind the door.
Kyla bashed her thigh against the dogs head, but had nowhere near enough strength, in this position, to make a difference. He just gave her a rapid succession of wet licks, even at speed managing to roll neatly up through her lips, each giving her clit that final little wiggle. It was as if she'd been electrified, fists balled, eyes squeezed shut and thighs clenching as she gave out what was half a cry of anger and half a heated bark. A tingling, burning heat was spreading out from his touch, working its way inside, hijacking the nerves that ran through her loins.
Foreplay wasn't a long chapter in this dogs book. Already this female had made him madly aroused, giving him the hunt, the chase and then presenting herself to him. From a thick sheath set between his burly back legs, a hot, red poker-tip began to emerge. It swelled in tandem with the heavy sack hanging behind it, each ball like an iron walnut, dangling under their own weight. In no time at all, eight inches of cock, so thick it'd be hard to get a thumb and forefinger around, stood to attention, twitching up and down in rhythm with his heartbeat.
Kyla felt a moment of relief as the dog took his head away from her pussy, hearing his heavy paws moving away and and padding around the deck, and tried to shimmy her panties back in place. This led to her squeezing herself a little bit backwards, until the her ribs were level with the door. Maybe if she could fold herself right, she'd have a chance of wriggling out.
Then the dog was immediately back on her. His giant paws landed on her back, nails catching her skirt and hiking it up over her shirt. They groped up to her hips, before wrapping tightly around her midriff. By then, his back legs were stepping on her calves, almost crushing them with the dogs weight. He hugged her close, taking the pressure off, but this brought no relief. Because this was when she felt the tip of his cock slide over her mound, leaving a trail of thick precum to soak into the parts still covered by her twisted panties.
Immediately she was thrashing away, yelling for him to leave her alone. It came crashing into her mind like a brick through a window; this dog was going to rape her. She tried her best to shake him off, but with over fifty five kilos kg of dog muscle pushing down on her rear, it was impossible to get him to even budge. All she could do was bring a paw up to her face, whimpering and whining as she felt his body shifting, his cock falling into line between the crease of her cunt lips, its shaft feeling endless as it drew back. The pointed tip came up, swaying with the rest of the rigid length as it took aim at her naked, vulnerable cunt.
With a slow, powerful stroke, the Rottweiler brought his hips forward, the muscles in his back legs rippling with animal power. Before anything could come off this, the entire universe collapsed, as it was e, right before you could get any real enjoyment out of the next 16,360 characters - and counting. His evil laugh echoed into the darkness, for always and eternity.
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