Five minutes passed, then ten, then incredibly fifteen, the dog was still mounted on your back, still tied to you, his cock which had stopped flexing and pumping a short while ago, drifted inside your belly on a sea of his dirty seminal fluids. Feeling him shift around, you breathed a sigh of relief; being more than ready for him to get out of you.
Looking over your shoulder hopefully, you watched as the dog heaved himself around until his forepaws touched the floor, curiously you felt his cock hinge backward, then suddenly pull with terrible cruelty at the insides of your cunt. The unexpected stretching sent paroxysms of agony stabbing inward from around your pussy and you squealed with pain as the stud dragged his hind leg over your back, his well-lubricated knot spinning within your sex, he kept turning until you felt his furry hindquarters nestle up against your rear, his bushy tail curling over your back, as you both soon stood ass to ass, still connected by his cock.
*Yelp!* You cried in panic, pushing your hindquarters back against his buried organ as you tried to relieve the pressure his swollen knot was causing your sensitive folds of your pussy, feeling his lightly furred testicles bouncing gently against your hind-legs.
Breathing hard the pain slowly faded away to be replaced once more by the sensation of incredible fullness. Your concentration thus taken up fully, you were completely surprised to hear a shout of indignation and outrage coming from the woods behind you.
Turning to look you saw it was non-other than Vicky who came striding over to you in a rage. You didn’t need to look much further to spot the conveyance that had brought her to you; Harry, the stallion.
Having her of all people find you like this, tied to a male dog by his cock, shocked and humiliated you to the core, mortified you watched her legs steadily grow larger as she walked over to you, you couldn’t meet her eyes, even as she crouched down in front of you.
Taking hold of your head in her hands, Vicky gently turned your face towards her, “Princess?” she inquired.
Unable to lie, or do anything you nodded your head, ashamed of yourself.
Vicky’s face screwed up then, and for a shocking second you thought she was about to strike you, but then all the tension seemed to drain out of her as she solemnly met your sad eyes, looking at you intently before speaking.
“Oh, Princess, why did you run? I wanted so much more for you than to become some mangy dog’s bitch, you were going to become one of the Stable’s finest broodmares, I had such great plans for you, but now, look at you…” she flung her arms up helplessly, “so much wasted potential.”
“Still,” she continued. “At least this chase wasn’t a total loss, I’m still returning with one broodmare.”
Your eyes widened at that, who was she talking about? Not Jessica! When you’d woken up you had no idea where she had gone, or why she had left. You still didn’t.
Putting her fingers to her lips Vicky then whistled, “Jessie, here girl, show yourself!”
Not believing it, you looked as from out from behind Harry a timid, broken-looking mare wandered, the wretched-looking creature upon spotting you let out a whinny of such despair you felt your heart tear open.
No! No! Not Jessica too!
“Harry and I caught up to her near the edge of the woods this morning, she gave us a good ol’chase but Harry soon ran her down and gave her just what she needed.”
At that the big black stallion let out a cruel snort of amusement.
“She’s a horse now Princess, just like you’re a dog and there’s no going back for either of you. Jessie’s obviously still a wilful creature and will need some more training, but I have no doubt that in due course she’ll become obedient, and the mother to a whole line of strong, healthy foals .”
“But that brings us to you, what are we going to do with you, hmm?” She paused for a moment in thought.
“I could leave you here if you wish Princess, maybe this stud will look after you, but I doubt it, he doesn’t seem the caring sort to me. I could take you to a pound, they might be able to find a home for you, but if they can’t you’ll end up being put down for sure. Or I could take you back home to the Stable, we don’t usually trade in canines but I’m sure we can find some purpose for you and your puppies when they come.”
You stared slack-jawed at her, not quite believing what you were hearing, but Vicky wasn’t finished yet.
“If you agree to come home with me now, I’ll find a way for you to spend some time with Jessie every now and then,” she added, “after all it wouldn’t do to let your relationship suffer just because the two of you are different species now would it?”
You could tell that Vicky was deriving some kind of sick pleasure out of all of this, she so enjoyed ruining other people’s lives that you half-wondered if she had once been put in such a position once herself, and now that the situations had been reversed she took great pleasure being the one to wield the whip.
“So, those are you choices Princess, one, two, or three, and I know, bark once for the first, twice for the second, or three times for the third.”
The choices she had outlined to you were stark, grim, and the injustices of your present circumstances made it so hard to swallow, you almost refused to make a choice. But you had to gone on living, and really there was only one choice you could conceivably make. To see Jessica, even infrequently was a far-sight better than getting locked in a cage at the pound, or trying to survive out in the wild for the rest of your life. So you did the only thing you really could, you barked three times.
Vicky’s face split into a wide approving grin, “good girl Princess, I knew you’d make the right choice. And really, it took being turned into a bitch for you to finally get it, but in the end I always get my way.”
You wanted to bite her then, after everything that had happened to you, at the sure-fire knowledge that Jessica and you were both doomed to spend the rest of your lives as simple animals; the smug look on her face was simply unbearable. But you resisted the urge, knowing you would only end up regretting it, she had all the power here, and she and you both knew it.
“Ah, it looks like your stud’s finally finished," Vicky smiled, her gaze flicking beyond you.
Quizzically you looked up at her wondering how she could tell.
Vicky chuckled. "You can’t see it from where you’re standing of course, but his ass was opening and closing like crazy a moment ago, that happens every time he shot his cum into you. He's stopped now, that means he’s done. He'll pull out of you soon."
She was right, the dog’s knot had begun to soften, it was still uncomfortably large but nowhere near the size it had been before. The stud seemed to take it as a sign, as he began walking forward, dragging his semi erect cock out of your soggy pussy.
Despite his diminished size, as the dog tugged, his knot caught on the inner walls of your sorely used cunt, pulling on you in such a way that it felt as if he was ripping your cunt inside out! Clenching your teeth, you couldn’t help but let out a little yelp of pain that degenerated into a whimpering cry, as your bruised nether lips were forced apart, this time from the other way, as first one side of his knot and then the other popped free as the dog quickly pulled the rest of his shaft out of you with a long, wet slurp.
Immediately a wash of sticky cream coloured fluids followed his exit, flooding from your open pussy lips, the dog’s warm, sticky, canine cum ran down your hindlegs to drip onto the ground.
Trembling in place you could feel the cool air caressing your tender slit and you didn’t even need to look to know that your canine vulva was now a gaping-wide hole, stretched well beyond its normal limits by the stud’s incredible size, and now aching as your inner muscles burned with stress as they tried to remember their original size and shape inside your well-fucked vagina.
Looking around you spotted the stud's newly released cock swinging wetly between his hind legs. It was absolutely huge! Mottled all over and bulging with veins and purple capillaries, glistening with juices and dripping with cum, it had a strange, almost alien shape, tapering at the tip only to bulge out, thin again, and then swell out into an enormous bulb! The knot! God! How had he even made that thing fit!? Your swollen cunt continued to leak his sticky spunk as it dribbled out of your sex and down your hindlegs, forcing you to look away with shame.
“Right, now that’s finished with let’s go home shall we? I’m trusting you Princess not to run away, I don’t have a collar or lead for you yet, but just know, that if you try to run I’ll be taking you to the pound and you’ll never see Jessie again.”
You nodded your understanding of her ultimatum, you would never jeopardise this chance to be with Jessica now, no matter what it cost you.
Trotting at her side over to where Harry was tied up, you came to a halt before Jessica, you could immediately tell that she had been bred, and recently, not only were her hindlegs and tail fouled and matted with a stallion’s seed, but the rich, dominating aroma of a male hung about her.
Nickering sadly at you, Jessica lowered her head, rubbing her muzzle against your furry ears, you licked her in return letting out a whine, you tried to tell her that you would never leave her alone in this world.
She seemed to get it, as her dull eyes brightened slightly, and she let out a little whinny.
“Well this is a touching reunion isn’t it?” Vicky interrupted, “but we must be off, remember what I told you Princess,” she said, before taking hold of Jessica’s lead and tying it to Harry’s saddle, “let’s be off then lads and lasses,” and with that Harry began to walk, out of the woods, and back toward the stable, the big stallion leading all of you home.