Jessabelle the family coonhound howled and dug at the front door for attention as Jake’s mom Delilah finished whipping up a glass of lemonade. “What is it, girl? Jake stuck in the well?” She took a hearty swig of her drink, opening the door for the distressed hound to be let out and was nearly knocked down as the dog barreled out the door. “Jeez, Belle, watch it!” She watched Jessabelle trot over to an abandoned lawn mower under the large oak trees lining their property. Her heart began to race, knowing Jake should be there. Jessabelle stood alert and barked back at her mistress as Delilah raced over to the scene. All that was left were… his clothes? That’s… odd… “Maybe he’s trying to pull one over on us again, eh Belle? Looks as if he’s been raptured right here.” Delilah chuckled nervously at her dog, and the hound cocked her head and shook her tail a bit. Just then, she heard a squealing sound coming from the dense foliage ahead. Belle was immediately enticed by the sound and dove for the bushes. “Jessabelle you get back here this instant!” Delilah called, immediately trudging in through the undergrowth after the dog. What she saw next, she was not prepared for.
Jessabelle was standing rigid as a board, tail swinging stiffly from side to side as she stared daggers and barking concernedly as two squirrels wrestled in the grass. As she approached, she realized the two rodents were not wrestling, and the smaller of the two was squeaking loudly as she was mounted by a larger male squirrel with the largest pair of nuts she had ever seen. She was stunned, frozen as the distressed creature underneath locked large inky eyes with her as she was bred by the other squirrel. The squirrel’s mouth was agape, panting in distress as if in a silent plea for help, the larger creature thrusting mechanically as its huge pair jiggled rapidly beneath his tail.
Delilah was so distracted she was caught entirely off-guard when two large paws slammed into her back, knocking her down on her hands and knees in the grass. Stunned and winded, Delilah was caught even further off-guard when she felt a sharp prick in her buttocks. She was wearing yoga pants, so she considered the possibility an insect could have stung her through her clothes. Either way, she was frozen in place and unable to move. Delilah discovered she was unable to reach a hand back to inspect the injury, instead, a sudden wet coldness pressed itself into her crotch. Jessabelle inhaled deeply, expelling hot breath onto Delilah’s nether regions, and her wide tongue began lapping away at her folds through the thin fabric. Delilah gasped, horrified and confused about the situation. But, she couldn’t help but feel strangely aroused. Just feet away from her, the squirrel began panting rhythmically, now lost in the bliss of coitus. The male squirrel was using his oddly human-like hands to hold her hips in place as he pounded away.
Delilah was brought back to attention when she started to feel swelling, almost as if her labia had inflated. She felt hot all over, as well as a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. The coonhound had increased her pace, possibly out of frustration of the swelling becoming a new obstruction. Delilah gasped when the dog withdrew her tongue completely, thankful that the assault had ended, until her pet grabbed the waistband of her tights with her teeth and began tugging. “Belle, leave it!!” Delilah demanded, the dog not obeying. It seemed she was also lost in some kind of sudden urge she wasn’t able to fight.
A cold breeze if open air embraced Delilah’s bottom as the dog succeeded in tugging off her yoga pants. She also felt some part of her burst free, swinging below her. She feverishly lowered her head to peak beneath her, and was greeted by two dark, pendulous testicles. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight, but she was helpless as she remained locked in place by some invisible force. Jessabelle continued her assault with renewed vigor, now reaching her head underneath her mistress’s belly to lick away at her clit. The woman inhaled sharply, caught in immediate pleasure at the unobstructed feeling of her dog’s hot tongue, Jessabelle now slurping away. Delilah opened her eyes to see the squirrels ahead of her again, both now still as the male pumped his load into his exhausted mate, who seemed to have come to accept her situation. Delilah felt an immense pressure building up, and looked back down to see a pointy red growth protruding from where her cleft once was. A furry sheath was rolled up and building around the base of her new equipment. As floods of beastial testosterone now raced through her body, Delilah’s mind was losing control and giving in to her new duties. Jessabelle withdrew once again and presented herself to Delilah’s side, her tail lifted.
Delilah knew these feelings were wrong, but she was not in control of her body as she felt herself regain her footing on quadrupedal hind legs, turning to face her dog. She raised herself up, grabbing the hounds hips with her hands and lining her now huge red rocket up with Belle’s cunt. She hesitated, trying to grapple for control and resist as hard as she could, but it only lasted a moment. Black claws started gaining length were her manicured nails once were, better to grip her mate with, and she plunged into the folds of her dog, feeling her new couch embraced from all directions. Her hips popped as she was fitted to a more natural stance for a male hound like herself, which made it all the easier for her to pump away at lightning speed, completely lost in a world of canine pleasure. Her tongue lolled to its side as her muzzle pushed out, reforming her once gentle face to the droopy face of the beast she was quickly becoming.
A quick SLURP confirmed Belle had taken her knot all at once, and Delilah was welcomed with the new pleasure of her swollen balls wetly slapping her dog’s rear. The pressure built fast, and she felt her testicles draw nearer, ready for release, and she pulled Belle nearer with her now dog forelegs, painting her insides with her fresh puppy batter. Delilah felt her cock spasm with rhythm, almost like the arm of a metronome, as she bred the family dog below her. Delilah sobered up minutes later, finding herself tail to tail with Jessabelle, HIS knot locking the two in place as the bitch was idly bred. Thought at first she felt horror and disgust that she had sex with the family dog, a new part of her felt fulfilled that his mate would soon bear him a litter of strong, healthy coonhound puppies.