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The dream comes to me daily now, but I never thought it would invade my real life, getting me suspended from school. It always starts innocently, with me talking to a nice man at a coffee shop--an Alaskan Malamute. Despite being twice my size, I'm never intimidated by him. Instead, we sit having a nice chat. I never really pay attention to what either of us is saying, though. I just think about seeing him more and more. He offers to show me his place, and I happily accept.

It's a small, comfortable place lit only by the setting sun. I look out the sliding-glass door and listen as he provides an oral tour of his abode. In the window's reflection, I can see him staring at me, from the back of my head to my butt. I show him my enthusiasm by sticking it out more, slightly but noticeably. This causes him to smile, a warm grin that I could never grow tired of.

He leads me to his room, with a huge bed surrounded by a mostly clean floor. There are a few articles of clothing beside the bed, but I can't be one to judge. On the coffee table beside the bed, however there's a slightly open drawer, and inside I can see a blue wrapper. This sparks an idea. I sit on the edge of the bed while he talks about nothing in particular and smile at him sweetly. The grin returns, but instead of acting, he excuses himself to the restroom.

In his absence, I open the drawer, grabbing the wrapper--a condom--and put it in my mouth, letting most of it hang out. I lay on the bed, but before I can get into a position that's both comfortable and sexy, he walks in and stops in his tracks. Now I'm in an awkward position, laying on this man's bed with a condom in my mouth, with him staring at me like I'm crazy. The only word that comes to mind is "Yikes". That is, until he starts to giggle. My muscles relax, and my mouth spreads into a smile, but still holds the condom tight.

He walks towards me and lays next to me, grabbing my side and kissing my neck. The touch sends tingles of pleasure rushing throughout my body. The feeling was foreign to me. I had never done such a thing with anybody else before. And yet, I'm planning to go much further tonight with him.

His kisses move up to my mouth, biting down on the condom and pulling it away from me slowly. Then it hits me. I'm now coming face to face with what I'm going to put myself through, and I'm not sure if I can go through with it.

I can't shake the thought, and it must show on my face, because he asks me if I'm okay. "Could you talk me into this?" I ask him.

He smiles softly as he places the condom on the edge of the bed. "It'll all be okay. I'll go slowly." His voice is smooth and deep, gentle and friendly. That's a good enough reason for me. I mean, I have to do this at some point in my life, and now would be perfect. The process continues.

His paws slide down my waist, gripping the bottom of my shirt and sliding it off. I squirm, but out of excitement. He kisses me softly, and I close my eyes to wait for his next move. I feel his paws make their way to my waist again, this time coming down to my hips. My shorts are being stretched by the tent set up in them. I feel him reach for the front of them, and hear a smack.

My surroundings melt, and are replaced by a fluorescent light. My teacher, Mr. Bryant, is standing in front of me with his meter stick on my desk. There are faces all around me, staring me down. Something on Mr. Bryant's face told me that he had just asked a question.

"Well, Ryen? Would you like me to repeat myself?" He asks. My suspicions have been confirmed.

"Yes, please, sir." I respond.

"Which country did Czechloslobarkia invade in the year 1847?"

I begin to respond, but I'm cut off. "Ah, ah, ah. You know the rule. I had to repeat the question, you have to stand in front of the class to respond."

Uh-oh. I glance down, and am made aware of the bulge in my pants for the first time. I don't know what to say, so I just blurt whatever comes to mind first. "No." In hindsight, I could have said something a lot better, but I also could have said something a lot worse.

"Excuse me?" He raises an eybrow and tenses up.

"I don't want to stand." My blood is rushing everywhere but my head. I can't stand in front of all of these people, but I don't want to get on Mr. Bryant's bad side. So much for that.

"That's the last time you'll directly defy me in front of an entire classroom. Go to the principal's office."

Luckily, at this point, the blood had gone into my arms and legs, leaving my head, chest, and most importantly, my crotch, empty. I stand and exit the classroom.

I'm suspended from school for "repeated classroom disruption," and I'm sent home immediately. My mother scolds me from the driver's seat, but I tune her out. My day has been bad enough already.

At home, I can't think to do anything but grab a snack and take a nap--basically the usual. Maybe today will be the day that the dream finishes. I finish a granola bar and lay down on my bed. My eyes close at the faint sound of my fan fades away.

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I'm back at his house, and we're still just about to get started. My shorts are unzipped, and he's sliding them off of me. I lift my hips slightly to help and slump back into the bed once I'm in nothing but my underwear.

"You can't do much with all those clothes on either, you know," I joke at him.

He smirks at me. "Well, I don't suppose you plan on helping?" His voice is as sexy as ever.

I just smile back and begin to lift myself up and onto my knees. First I attempt to take off his shirt, but end up coming a little short. I can't reach past his shoulders. My face grows hot from embarrassment, and I stand on my feet. Balance is hard to maintain on the soft bed, but I manage. His shirt comes sliding off, and I can finally look at more of his body. He looks like the epitome of sexiness with chiseled abs and perfect pecs. His longing stare only completes the look.

I get back onto my knees, and begin to unbutton his jeans. They come off with a click and a zip. I pull them down to his ankles. When my head rises again, it's met with a huge bulge in the tight fabric of his boxers. My heart sinks, but I'll push through. I get ready as he pulls off his jeans entirely.

From there, I'm not sure what to do. I can feel my face redden in embarrassment and confusion. He must see this, because he, again, asks if I'm alright. I admit the truth, that I don't know what I'm doing. I go off of a hunch, and pull down his boxers. His length springs up, almost making me jump. I blush slightly.

Now the show is starting. I pick my head back up and grab him by the shaft. It twitches slightly, but I prepare myself for what will come next. Fear is taking me, my heart is racing at a thousand miles per hour, but I continue.

I gulp. My mouth opens as I inch my head towards his crotch. My eyes close, and I feel the tip on the edge of my mouth. It goes further in, gliding across my tongue and towards my throat. Before I gag, I stop. My eyes open, and I see that I'm nowhere close to his knot. What have I gotten myself into? I think to myself. But I can't stop now. I pull my head back slightly, then forward. I repeat the motion smoothly, which seems to be working so far, judging by his quiet moans.

The sensation would die out soon, so I know that I have to step it up a notch. I ball my left hand into a fist, squeezing my thumb while my right hand goes to grab him in front of his knot. I tug lightly while continuing to bob my head around his penis. It was a success. His moans grew louder and longer and hotter. "I thought you said you didn't know what you were doing," he says. I shrug. But pleasing him is only half of the task. I pull away.

I grab the condom from the edge of the bed, and rip it open. I hand it to him, and he applies it.

My underwear slides off. I turn over onto my elbows and knees, making sure that my butt is in the air. A warm rod lands between my cheeks. My muscles are relaxed, and I am ready for what will come next. I feel him prod my hole, slowly and gently slipping the tip into me. This alone makes me moan. My face is growing warm, and my mouth is watering. As much as I want more, I won't do anything without him being the one to start it.

Warm paws grip my sides, squeezing tightly but not so much to hurt. I feel him slowly sliding into me. The feeling is almost indescribable. A mix of pain and extreme pleasure rippling through me with every beat of my heart. Sensual tingles tickle every inch of me, and I couldn't ask for anything more.

He begins to pump, slowly and steadily, every move sending more pleasure flowing through me. My penis is practically dripping with precum at this point. His grunts increase in volume as his pumps grow faster and harder. Deeper. Until he begins to slow down.

Then he pulls out. Had he finished already? That would be incredibly disappointing.

I feel paws grab my sides again, and flip me onto my back. He stands daunting in front of me like a tower. "I want to see your face," he says.

I don't know what overcomes me, but at this point, before he enters me again, I reach for his penis and pull the condom off of him. "I want you to dominate me," the words just come from nowhere.

His surprise shows, but not for long. His wide eyes are replaced by new, piercing ones. His agape mouth is replaced by a grin, but this isn't the one he'd shown before. This one is more greedy, and not friendly at all. This one is coming from a different fur entirely. I'm flipped back onto all fours.

His grip shifts down to my hips, and tightens. He inserts himself back into me, this time sparing no time nor tenderness. It hurts, but it feels so good.

"Alright, puppy. You want rough? I'll show you rough," Even his voice has changed to that of sadism, and I've never been more turned on in my life.

His pumps resume, this time with aggression. More pain, accompanied by exponentially more pleasure. I'd be surprised if I were to last very much longer.

SMACK. His hand comes in contact with my butt. I groan in satisfaction, my vision blurring as my eyes roll back into my head.

"You like that, puppy?" I let my grunts answer for me.

He pulls out again, and once more, turns me onto my back. His face, though hardly visible through the fuzz of masochism, is full of pride in his works. One last time, he shoves his length into me. However, this time, his hands go upwards, towards my neck. They attach themselves around my throat, tightly but not so tight as to leave me unable to breathe.

His penis is nearly fully enveloped in me, except for his knot. That would be the hardest to take. He begins to pull himself out, then back in, out and in, all the while letting out small, quiet unfs of gratification. Chills run up and down my spine, and throughout my limbs, sending choirs of ohs into the room, each derived from the malamute in front of me.

The sensations begin to overtake me. I know that I can't last any longer now. He pushes his cock into me one last time, this time deeper than ever. His knot enters me, unloading barrels of cum into me. I discharge as well, leaving my own semen splayed across my chest, and even some on my cheek.

We don't move for a few seconds. We just breathe heavy breaths until he pulls himself out of me. With his penis came the seed, flowing onto the bedsheet.

"Clean me off," he commands. I shift myself so that my face is at his crotch again. I lift up the semi-hard dick with one hand, and wrap my mouth around it. The cum fills my mouth with warmth, and each swallow is like drinking liquid heaven.

I finish his polishing, and we both lay down on the still stained bed, closing our eyes. "Good puppy," he says before everything fades to black.

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I wake up in my room, feeling thirsty. The dream stays in my thoughts as I check the fridge for any drinks, but there aren't any. Instead, there's a note on the fridge that reads: "Out shopping. Be back in a few hours."

Since we didn't have any drinks here, I decided to grab a jacket and head outside. I'm in the mood for some coffee.