Emma
This story contains cub porn and feral/zoophilia fantasy subjects. I do not, under any circumstances , condone sexual relationships with minors or with nonhuman animals. That's what fantasy porn is for, folks, don't fuck up someone else's life just to get yourself off.
I haven't abandoned 'Amy', in fact I may add another chapter tonight. My sincere apologies to anybody who's been waiting this long for a new chapter. I do have plans for that story. In the meantime, here's something else...
"Hey, birthday boy's home!"
Emma's ears perked as her mother called from the kitchen, and she scrambled up from the couch, running to throw open the front door herself. "Brandon!"
Brandon scooped her up, making her squeal and smack at his chest; she was 12, but had inherited their terrier father's smaller size and was still easily scooped up. Usually she loved to be tossed in the air by her big brother, but over his shoulder she could see his friend Max - a mutt like them, but tall and handsome, dark fur cutting an entrancing enough figure to capture her young imagination. She did not want Max to see her being tossed in the air like some toddler!
After some kicking and fervent protests, Brandon finally set her down, grinning. She puffed out her cheeks, ready to tell him off, but their mother stepped between them, grabbing Brandon in a one-armed hug and giving him a brief kiss between his ears.
"Happy birthday, honey. You know I'm sorry I can't stay, but this is -"
"-a really important client, yeah, mom, I know," Brandon interrupted, grinning. "It's fine. Dad's not home from his trip until the weekend anyways, not like I could have a proper birthday dinner without him."
She smiled and brushed Brandon's hair back, then grinned as he rushed to fix it. "Alright, alright. I'd better get going. There's money for pizza on the counter. Make sure you feed Canon, and in bed by midnight. Ten for Emma."
"Yeah, alright," Brandon agreed, ducking past her into the house. "Good luck with the meeting, mom."
Emma waved goodbye to their mother, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as Max followed Brandon inside. She could have sworn his eyes lingered on her a moment, and she looked up at him, but he just stomped into the kitchen after Brandon. Emma pulled the door closed as the boys threw aside their backpacks and started debating what toppings to get for the pizza.
It was past eight before Emma remembered Canon. The companion dog was eerily similar to their own species, and a lot of caniforms refused to keep them, but Emma had always had a straightforward and uncomplicated relationship with Canon. He was the family pet, the friend she could always rely on. And she was certain Brandon had completely forgotten to feed him.
She shoved herself off the bed with a groan, more than happy to leave her homework behind. The two older boys were in the living room, playing XCube and talking; she couldn't make out what they were saying, but she noticed they went quiet as soon as her door opened. Embarrassed - did they think she was too young for whatever they were talking about? It's not like she was a kid or anything - she trotted into the living room, ears back. Both boys' attention were on her as she came through the door, and Brandon paused the game, putting his controller aside.
"Did you need something, Emma? There's another slice of pizza left-" Brandon was cut off as Max reached over and squeezed his shoulder, giving him a look and muttering something Emma couldn't quite hear. She paused at the threshold to the room, confused and unsure; there was some sort of tension in the air, and Brandon had an odd look on his face - had she interrupted a fight or something? After a moment, realizing both of them were looking at her again, she found her voice.
"I - I was just wondering if you gave Canon his dinner." At the sound of his name, the big husky mix curled in the corner of the room lifted his head, wagging his tail.
Brandon looked at Max again before turning his eyes back to Emma finally. "Oh, yeah," he said a bit too quickly, "I fed him like an hour ago." Emma frowned, wanting to call him on his obvious lie, but before she could open her mouth, Max shifted a bit on the couch and patted the spot between him and Brandon.
"Hey Em, wanna come watch us play for a bit? it's good luck to have a girl cheering you on, and your brother needs all the help he can get."
Emma looked between the boys, startled. Brandon and Max had never wanted her around when they were playing video games before, not the least because mom didn't want Brandon showing her any of his more violent games. But the offer seemed sincere enough, and - well - she'd get to be next to Max. She trotted over and slid herself onto the couch carefully, feeling herself blush under her fur as she realized there wasn't as much space as she thought - she could feel the warmth of Max's body close on her left. His scent washed over her too, stirring a feeling low in her stomach that she had only recently started to understand. Her blush deepened, and she thanked the heavens that her fur was dark enough to hide it.
The boys started their game again - a sports game, football apparently. She wasn't paying much attention, really; Max's scent was way more of a distraction than she expected. She sat quietly, her breathing slow and even as she took in the smell of him, the warmth, and the size. Her pussy tingled with interest, and she debated escaping right then and there, but wouldn't it be suspicious to run off so soon after sitting down? Maybe if she sat for long enough, she would calm down...
Then Max dropped a hand on her knee, and she nearly jumped out of her fur. She looked at his hand, eyes wide, then at his face; he just grinned and squeezed lightly, rubbing slow circles with his thumb into her fur. Brandon nearly scored on him, and Max snatched both hands back onto the controller, swearing; Emma was frozen in place, confused and painfully aware that she was blushing all the way down her chest.
Max's hand revisited her leg several times over the next quarter hour - a squeeze here, a brush there; trailing fingers up the top of her thigh, and then boldly up the inside, brushing her skirt up a bit. His touches were casual, not bothering to hide them from Brandon; Emma knew he must have seen. She was caught between embarrassment and arousal, even these light touches enough to get her panties sopping wet within ten minutes, her body only recently familiar with this sort of pleasure - she had only learned how to bring herself to orgasm less than a month ago. And now she felt tremblingly close, just from these quick, teasing touches on her leg stolen between action on the game.
Finally, the match was won - by who, Emma honestly didn't know; she was focused on keeping her breathing as even as possible, still wondering if Brandon had really noticed what was going on, wondering if she was going to leave a wet spot on the couch. Then Brandon was getting up and turning off the XCube, and Max was turning his full attention on her, his hand on her thigh again - squeezing, up just under her skirt, a wide grin on his face.
"Get a whiff of that, huh? You're pretty excited, girly."
Emma ducked her head down in embarrassment, ears flat against her head, and Max leaned in towards her, brushing her hair back with his free hand. "No, don't be like that. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Totally natural in a young girl like you, isn't that right, Brandon?"
Brandon gave a vague 'hmm' of agreement; he was knelt putting away the controllers, back turned to them. Emma stared at the back of his head for a moment, then looked mutely up at Max again, eyes wide now. Max smirked and flipped her skirt up, exposing her wet panties to view. Emma made a quick, aborted movement as if to pull them down again, then bunched her hands in her shirt, uncertain; Max didn't give her any more time to think, and reached his strong paw between her legs, shoving two fingers against her crotch, right against that button - she yelped as pleasure laced down her spine, her back arching almost violently as an orgasm took her by surprise. Her hips moved automatically, rubbing frantically against Max's fingers through her panties as she shook with pleasure, the orgasm longer and more intense than any she had given herself.
When she finally slumped back - and into Max's side - panting and trembling, she realized Brandon was staring at her. Her brother's face was so familiar to her, but the look in his eyes was one she had never seen before. His muzzle was open slightly, and she realized he was breathing heavily. And Max - Max was chuckling, not meanly, but it was still enough to make her squirm with embarrassment. The movement made her swollen pussy lips rub against her super-sensitive clit, catching her attention, and she went still, shivering; she was still too sensitive for the sensation to be pleasant, but she could already feel that she was still horny, an ache in her pussy still unfulfilled. She whined quietly in confusion; this was so unlike her times alone in her room, where a quick and rhythmic rubbing-off put her straight into a dreamless sleep.
Max chuckled again at her whine, leaning in close and breathing deep. "Damn, you smell good. I bet that young cunt of yours is just begging to be filled, right?"
Emma hesitated, biting her lip, then nodded slowly. She wasn't sure what exactly he meant, but this was Max, and things had already gone well beyond her tame fantasies she admitted herself to have of him; she was willing to go wherever he led her, especially if it soothed the ache inside her.
"Don't worry, we have a plan for that." He lifted Emma easily into his lap, and tugged her skirt down, then her panties, exposing her wet cunny to the cold air. "We've been planning this for awhile, you know. It's a special birthday present to your brother. You love your big bro, right?"
Emma nodded haltingly again, squirming a bit in Max's lap to get comfortable. She was still sensitive, and there was something hard poking at her behind. She realized what it was finally as her brother stood to make his way back to the couch, adjusting the bulk in his jeans that was becoming a tent. Oh. She had learned enough in sex ed to know what that was. For a moment she couldn't take her eyes from her brother's crotch - then Max got her attention by moving her from his lap to sit on his knee, like a little kid, facing him. She gasped out loud as the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against her most sensitive parts. They were still tingling from her earlier orgasm, but the contact wasn't painful any more - in fact, quite the opposite. She shifted uncertainly in place, looking up at Max and his sharp canine grin.
"That feels good, huh? How about this?" He began to bounce his foot lightly, startling a quiet moan out of Emma as little bursts of pleasure exploded in her clit. Although this treatment would have been far too rough for her sensitive virgin cunny usually, now that she had already come not too long ago, the build of pleasure was slow, with a sharp edge deep in her where her hole came in contact with the round of Max's knee. Even still, it was only a short time before her hips began moving, twitching and grinding into Max's jeans. He stopped bouncing and put a hand on her hip to hold her still.
"Slow down, there. Listen, I bet you want to come again already, right?"
She hesitated, then nodded, tugging on the bottom of her t-shirt. Max nodded back seriously.
"Well, you can't yet. We have special plans for tonight. I told you, this is for Brandon. And he wants you to do something real special for him."
Emma looked over at Brandon again, wide eyes going to the tent in his jeans, and then to his face. "Are we going to - I mean - do you want -" she stuttered, not sure what she meant to say, but desperately wanting to prove that she wasn't a silly little girl, she knew what sex was. Sort of. But Brandon shook his head.
"I - uh, I don't want to - have sex with you, Emma," Brandon said, sounding flustered. "Um -" he couldn't seem to continue, looking over her head. Max ran his fingers through Emma's hair and spoke for Brandon.
"He wants you to let Canon mount you."
Emma was silent for a long, moment, not understanding. Then she remembered - the time Max's family had brought over their companion dog, Lilly, and Canon had - but - with her? "How?"
She didn't realize, at first, that she had said the last part out loud, until Max pulled her back further into his lap. He spread her legs gently, one finger parting her lips and pressing into the hole there, making her gasp, her legs spreading a bit wider.
"Right here. You remember when we bred him with Lilly, don't you?" Emma nodded dumbly. "Well, you'll just get down on all fours, and it'll be the same."
"But - he's a companion dog, he's not - he's not a person!" Emma protested, her voice breathy and confused; Max was moving his finger slowly deeper into her, and she couldn't focus.
"He's still canine, isn't he? It's not that different. Come on, you like my finger in you. He'll be even better," Max promised, moving his muzzle close to her ear and whispering, making her insides clench around his finger. "Come on. We don't want to let Brandon down, do we?"
It was a moment before Emma could collect herself enough to nod. "I - yeah. Um, okay." Max didn't release her right away, first sliding his finger the rest of the way into her - her toes curled into the floor - then he slipped it back out, and gently pushed her off of him, helping her slide to the floor.
Canon had taken attention at his name earlier, and was watching, ears perked. And - she saw just a peek of red under his belly, realizing with a flash of heat what it was. At her height, her nose close to Max's crotch now as she was sat between his feet, the scent of Max's arousal made her young cunny clench again, the ache inside of her now urgent. She was still nervous and embarrassed by the idea of being mounted by the companion dog - sure, they were related species, but he was an animal, not a person! - but her arousal couldn't be denied, and the idea of getting something, anything inside of her to sooth the ache was beyond tempting.
With one last look between Max and Brandon, she moved into the middle of the floor, getting onto her knees and elbows. "Um...like this?"
"Yeah, that's right," Brandon responded, his voice low and wavering now. "H - hey Canon, c'mere boy."
Canon jumped up from his bed and approached slowly, tail waving in the air, curious but calm. The tip of his arousal just poked out of his sheath, a response to the scent in the air. Brandon grabbed him by the collar and directed him towards Emma's privates, exposed as they were. Emma felt the cold of Canon's nose brush against her, making her flinch a bit, and then she yelped as something warm and wet pressed firmly up her lips - his tongue! Canon was licking her! She squeezed her eyes shut, at once mortified and terribly aroused, and didn't realize at first that Max had moved to the floor beside her.
As Canon's tongue passed again and again over her holes - the gaping, sensitive, dripping hole that until now she had kept hidden like a secret, and her tail hole, which was twitching in response now as well - she felt warm pleasure wash over her, but it was nowhere near enough. Canon's tongue never came near her clit, now throbbing with need. Propping herself up on only one elbow, she reached back with one of her hands, thinking to give herself a bit of a rub, having nearly forgotten the boys were watching - then Max's paw closed over her wrist. Her eyes shot open in surprise.
"Now, come on, Emma, we don't want you coming before Canon's inside you. Remember how oversensitive it made you earlier? It won't be much fun then, right?" Max said reasonably, pulling her paw back in front of her. Emma whined quietly, unable to think clearly; Canon had stopped licking her and was just sniffing again, shoving his nose against her pussy, tail wagging. She ducked her head down to peer behind her, and saw his red cock full exposed now, a bit of precum pearling at the end, and - Max was wrapping something around her wrists! She snapped her head back up and found Max tying her arms together securely with the wire from one of the XCube controllers. He grinned and ruffled her hair.
"This way I don't have to worry about you trying that again, right?"
"But -" Emma protested, then gasped as she felt one of Canon's paws brush her hip. What was he doing? Then she remembered watching him grab Lilly by the hips, using her body to hold himself up - one of his claws scratched her a bit on his second attempt to get atop her, making Emma cry out, but it didn't hurt badly. And then he was on top of her, a paw digging into each hip and his weight heavy; she struggled to keep her balance on her elbows, hands tied together making it more difficult, breathless with anticipation. She felt a sticky, hot brush against her cunny as he lined up - and then he slid home, and his hips were pumping in and out of her immediately, giving her young body no time to adjust to the hard intrusion. She cried out, at first in shock, then in a bit of pain - she hadn't expected it to hurt! - but the stuttering rhythm of the beast's hips, forcing his cock deep into her aching sex, soon began sending bolts of pleasure through her. He was going fast, so fast it was almost making her numb, but at the same time it was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, and by now she was desperate, her inexperienced cunny not used to such treatment.
She was almost there - only a few more strokes - yelping quietly on every hit - when he started to slow. His strokes became longer and deeper, drawing incoherent moans from her as she clenched around his hot cock, feeling something bump against her entrance but not comprehending what it was, until suddenly Canon was shoving into her - and in - and so far in he couldn't go any further, it was too wide at the end, that must be the end of his cock, but it wasn't furry like his sheath? And then with a final shove, Emma screamed in pain as her pussy stretched to accommodate his knot.
Brandon stared wide-eyed at his sister, trapped under their enormous, and now very happy, husky companion dog. Canon was still gripping her hips tightly, making sure he was securely tied to her, resting his weight on Emma as she gripped at the carpet with her paws, gasping and whimpering in confusion. Brandon palmed his cock, working it slowly, not wanting to finish before he saw how this ended.
The pain slowly faded as Emma's cunny adjusted to the brutal stretch of the knot; she tried, shuddering, to move away from Canon, then stopped immediately as it made her cunny feel like it would truly split in half - and Canon reacted to her attempt by gripping her hips tighter and shoving himself close again. His cock hit deep inside her and she gasped aloud, reminded all at once how close she had been, and clenched on him. She was close - so very close - but Canon was barely moving, tied in her and loving it right where he was, her pussy grabbing desperately at his cock. Emma soon began to whimper urgently, the hot dig of Canon inside of her driving her crazy, pressing right up against sensitive spots inside of her that had never been touched before, but just not moving! She instinctively tried to reach down and touch herself, forgetting her arms were already bound to prevent that, and her elbows slipped from under her, landing her firmly on her face. Canon yelped as he nearly fell off of her, his cock jerking and tugging inside of her, causing waves of pain and sparks of pleasure to battle inside her, bringing her almost - almost - but she didn't go over the edge, the pain too distracting, the waves of orgasm receding.
Emma began sobbing quietly into the carpet, overwhelmed and desperate. Max ran a hand soothingly over her head.
"What is it, Emma? His knot hurts?" Max asked, sounding only superficially concerned.
"Yes...no...I can't...please, I want..." Emma whined, her voice muffled by the carpet and her tears. Max made a small grunt - of realization, or maybe arousal - and moved his hand under her. She shuddered, thinking he was going to touch her there, he was going to bring her over the edge - but instead, he placed his hand on her belly.
"Brandon, you gotta come feel this."
Brandon, with effort, took his paws off his achingly hard cock and slid off the couch, shuffling around to the other side of Emma. He slipped a hand under her and stroked the soft fur of her belly. He immediately groaned, baring his teeth. Under the velvet fur, he could feel Emma's muscles clenching and straining, trying desperately to squeeze more pleasure out of Canon's cock.
Brandon began to slowly stroke his hand back and forth, brushing Emma's fur the wrong way, lightly tickling her. The teasing tickles made her muscles jump and tremble, and Emma let out a small, warbling cry, her voice breaking. She was almost there - she needed it, more than she had ever needed anything in her life, and her cunny cried out for just a little more stimulation, just another thrust. She moaned as her brother's hand crept lower and lower, swirling in her fur, and her entire world had become the need for him to just touch her clit, a quick rub.
But his fingers skipped her clit - just barely brushing past it - and he reached behind her further, to where her cunny was stretched around Canon's thick knot. Brandon hesitated for only a moment, then pressed one finger against the tightly-stretched muscle, making Emma gasp. He slowly circled his finger around, first one way, as far as he could without disturbing Canon, then the other way...Emma was soon shaking, the light pressure bringing her right to the edge, breath coming in quick gasps. Then, her brother simply added a second finger, pressing a V against her sensitive and overstretched skin, and she squealed, spasming and jerking as her world exploded into bright flashes of light and pleasure. Brandon fisted his own cock desperately, watching his sister come around their pet's cock, and shouted hoarsely as he came, splattering Emma's side as she went entirely limp, blacking out and collapsing under Canon's weight.
Emma awoke slowly in the dark and warmth of her bed. She was vaguely aware of a twinge of soreness deep inside her, and a musky smell in her fur. As she moved, the soreness became pain, and she whimpered quietly, memory flooding back to her in bits and pieces.
She checked her clock. Past 2 in the morning. Mom must be home and in bed already - the house was still and quiet. She was still wearing only her t-shirt, naked from the waist down, and there was dried spunk in her fur, her thighs and cunny stiff from her own dried juices as well.
And she had to pee, badly.
Finally, after deliberating and debating with herself, she slid carefully out of bed and limped gingerly into the bathroom to clean herself up. Across the hall, Brandon's door was half-open, the room inside dark, not betraying Max's gaze as he watched her.