Beastiality

Woof! Woof! Oh, wait. Sorry, you’re humans. Let me get shake your hand properly. *Ahem* My name’s Scooby. Yeah, yeah, I know the name rings a bell. But would you forget about that character for now? I didn’t name myself, you know. It was my mistress who thought it up. She apparently had some connection with the children’s cartoon in her younger days, and thought it would be cute to have her own Scooby. Fine, but nostalgic name calling for her is social embarrassment for me! Jeez, if they only knew how much better than him I really was.

I’d love to shed some light about which type of dog I am, but I can’t tell you. You see, I’m a mix. An amalgam of breeds. There are no records of my parents. I was destined to be a mutt. Raiding the alleys from dusk till dawn. Fighting other animals. Searching for acceptance. If it wasn’t for her, I’d still be there– but those days are over. I’m a happy dog now. She saved me. I owe her so much.
I usually spend my days waiting for her at home. She leaves me here for 9 to 5, so I have alot of time for myself. What can I do, you wonder? Well, sleep, bask, eat, exercise, and even sometimes find the females in oestrus! The latter is more complicated, though. Not because it’s outside– no, I have full access to the outside–but rather because they’re inside. Their owners don’t let them out when they’re randy. Not like my mistress. Hell, I’m always randy (since I wasn’t fixed), and I’m always let outside. Another lucky me exemple, right?

Today, I actually wanted to go to the park; there was no overriding mating instinct involded.

“Well if it isn’t Scooby,” another park dog, Rex, would shout. “You here to pick a fight?” Rex had obviously been dissapointed with the fact that I had peed on his trees. Oh that, and mated with his bitch.

“Don’t start his again.” I said, trying not to look at him.

“Hey Booby doo, hehe, you stay away from my trees.”

“They aren’t your trees. Just like that bitch wasn’t your mate.” Rex growled at me. “I got there first. And it was for the better. She has puppies stronger than any offspring you could produce.”

Rex was a much bigger dog than I. But it didn’t matter. We never actually physically fought. So far, we’d mesured each other on accomplishments. “Scooby, you conceited mutt. You don’t have the record now.”

“What?” I wonder what he was talking about.

“Although you’ve pissed on my trees, and mated with a few more dogs than I, I still have the best accomplishment of all.”

“Spill it,” I yelled in an aggressive posture.

“I have mated, and tied– numerous times– with my own mistress. A human.”

“A human?!”

“Yes,” Rex savored the moment, “She was quite willing. Something about my size? Hmm?”

“Impossible.” Damn it, I couldn’t believe Rex had mated with a human. The idea seemed so taboo to my ears. “I don’t believe you.”

Rex felt like a king addressing a serf, “See for yourself.”

I ran back home, somewhat shocked by the news. Could it be true? Could he really have had sex with a woman. Would the anatomy even allow such an act? There was much to learn.
I burst through my doggy door, and ran to the computer. Surprisingly enough, the computer was quite easy to access. (Author’s note: Although many believe dogs do not have the possibility using a computer, they do. It is important to note though, that they will only use human tools when no one is around. Why do you think no one has ever reported a computer-using dog? For that matter, why do you think you find dog hairs on your keyboard?)

I loaded up the internet, and entered my favorite search engine website, Doogle.com. At first I entered HUMAN OESTRUS as keywords. How would I know that humans did not have estrus? I refined my search, and typed in HUMAN MATING. No real results yet. I tried again. HUMAN DOG. Nothing spectacular appeared, but there was one site that used the word beast, and sex. I typed in one final search HUMAN BEAST SEX. Bingo, tons of sites appeared. I picked zooskool because it sounded like where I learned my obedience.

Rex hadn’t lied. It was true, you could have sex with them. Our anatomy was actually very compatible. It was amazing. I found myself taking it all in. Seeing how it started, went, and ended. The content filled what was left on my canine brain. By the end of the session, I knew most of what was to know.

I heard the garage door open. Time to be see mistress. I shut off the computer, and left no evidence.

I ran to my beautiful mistress, like every other day. As always, she was estatic to see her companion after a long day of work.

“Hey Scooby!” She rubbed her hands around my face. “How’s my big boy? Huh? How’s my big boy!” She said everything in such a high voice, I assume she was happy.

“Woof,” I barked with love. I really meant it.

“You’re such a goo’boy. Yeah! Goo’boy Scooby.”

“Woof! Woof!” I tried jumping in her lap. She pushed my down.

“Not now, Scooby. Mama has to shower.” And with that, she left for her room. I decided to follow her.

Since I was the only other soul living with her, she never closed the doors. She kept them all open, giving me access to everything. Another lucky dog example, right? She had wanted to take a shower, so I stole into her room. I introduced myself in a corner where I could see everything.

My mistress removed all articles of clothing with such haste one would believe she was late for something. I knew it was coming, but her nakedness still surprised me. It was my mistress in her purest form. She looked at me, “OH! Scooby, I didn’t know you were here.” She laughed and came to pet me.

I got to see her up close. She had, like the net explained, two breasts. Myself, I wasn’t sure two breast was enough to feed our young puppies. My previous mate told me six nipples weren’t enough for her! Hopefully, the size of them would make a difference.
When she crouched down, I caught her body odor with my sensitive nose. From the smell I intercepted, I knew she had worked hard all day. Some would say she stank, but it was heavenly. I also smelled a small trace of what could be considered estrus between her legs.

She got up and stepped into the shower. I layed there, and watched my mistress clean herself.
She could never really call me a creepy voyeur, because, let’s face it, us dogs can’t be creepy voyeurs. Hehe. And since she never told me to stop, I never did. I kept observing her when she stripped. Her naked body was so beautiful. Its curves and crevases. I could see one reason why Rex would want to screw a human. They were a stuning specimen. Don’t get me wrong, I still like bitches. It’s just I developed a fascination with my mistress. My doggy mind began concocting ideas of us making love. Forbidden ideas… but they were there. Getting stronger and stronger.

I read that a woman is built much like a bitch, but a man is slightly different from a dog. Men don’t have a knot, or an os penis. They can’t hump at blinding speeds. They don’t have an ejaculation that can last half an hour. I could go on and on. I mean, what do they have? Poor humans.

I saw my mistress again. This time I wondered about my penis. Would she be able to take it? I don’t mean to brag, but I am well-endowed. Even for a big dog. I can be up to 11 inches long, and have a a 2,5 inch width (4 inches at the knot). It’s veiny when engorged, but its red coloring hides it. Would my mistress like a red penis? Hmm, it wouldn’t matter. Woman often say they like a big man.

She came to pet me. “Hey Scooby! How’s it goi– OOH! Eeww!” She stared directly at my sheath. The ideas of boning her made my head pop out. “Gross!” Her intensive turned me on even more, making the sheath slide down even more. “Yuck! Scooby! Go do that elsewhere!” And she showed me away.

Alone, once again, I realised how much she was appalled by the sight of my member. I she reacted that way, how would I ever mate with her?! Oh, this would take some thinking.

I had stopped watching her nude for some time. I didn’t want to damper our relation anymore. I resisted all temptation, until one night, I smelt the could-be oestrus.

Sure enough, in the living room, she was masturbating. It was actually the first time I connected this sight with sexuality. It was amazing. She had her butt on the edge of the couch, so I came to sniff her.

She had her eyes closed, so she didn’t notice. I got some good wiffs before I decided to slurp up all the juices in one sweep. As I did, she moaned a little, and opened her eyes– I’m in I thought.

“Oohh… AAAH!!! Scooby!” She slapped me on the nose. “Bad dog! Bad dog! Don’t do that while mommy is masturbating. Bad dog!” She went to slap me again, only I dodged it, gave her another clean lick, and skedaddled to the next room. “SCOOBY! You’re such a bad dog lately! Maybe we should get you fixed!”

This was the lowest point in our relationship for years. She cut most of my priviliges, including watching her naked. I had broken the trust of my mistress.
Mistress, I am sorry. Please let me come back.
Days went by slower after that. I spent them building up her trust. Instead of rushing to her, I’d let my mistress come see me. She felt secure doing this, but at the same time, missed my welcome home hugs & kisses. It just wasn’t the same for her, so she decided to restore my privileges. We both seemed happier once our original bond was rebuilt. I actually think I was a little happier than her– make that much happier.

Now you may say that I should have given up after the last incident, but I wasn’t ready to! No way. Scooby ain’t the kind of dog who takes no for an answer. Especially when a hound like Rex– who is definetly not my nemesis– is a notch above me. I had a master plan.

On monday morning, my mistress kissed me goodbye, and drove of to work. It was time! I hopped of my Scooby Doo dog pillow and ran up to her room. “Good,” I thought. “She left the door open. Hehehe.” Using my super sniffer of a nose, I found her closet. It was the weirdest thing, but I couldn’t dig my way into it. So what I did do, was nudge the side open. Eureka, second gate opened. “Now… where did she put them?”

I knew for a fact that she kept her things in here, since my nose had smelled the faint oestrus scent. “Hmph, silly humans.” I clenched my teeth on the side of a black box and pulled it out. “Why do they think things are hidden when they’re in the corner?”
The box was unexpectedly littered with my mistress’ things. “Toys,” she had called them. Plastic, metal and battery-powered penises. “They have to go,” I said while taking one in my mouth, and burying it in the yard.

One by one– there were tons of them– I rid my mistress’ room of them. She would no longer use them to mate. I was to be the alpha male!

Now I could only hope it would have the desired effect.
“I’m hoooome!!!” She yelled at the top of her lungs; it seemed she hadn’t seen me.

“Woof! Woof!” I urged.

“Yikes!” She screamed. “There you are! I forgot you’ve started greeting me again.” I licked her hands. “Oh Scooby! You’re so loveable! You’re such a good boy.” I licked her again. (And no, this wasn’t sucking up in case she found out.)

“Woof!” I asked.

“Sorry, Scooby. Mama had another hard day at work. I need to go take relax.” She turned away from me and put her things down. Quickly, my mistress took some articles of clothing off and hung them on the wall.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!” I wondered. She was in a hurry. It could only mean a few things. I decided to follow her. (Again.)

Her shower took a minute, if not seconds. She took it to say she took it. I guess it was also part of her routine. After toweling off, she proceeded to search her closet. But she didn’t find anything. “What?” She exclaimed. “I thought I hid them in the corner!” I could only laugh at this. She looked at me. “Scooby, did you– no, what am I saying; a dog?”

This was great, she didn’t connect me to the crime. My tail was safe. “Whatever,” she said forcibly. “I guess I’ll have to do it like they used to.”

My mistress got back on her bed and layed down. I was watching her naked body silently, so she didn’t seem to notice. The sight of her in this position, although I didn’t know what she was doing, was an incredible turn on. I sniffed out the begginings of estrus. As I thought, my mistress was in heat!

She put her thumb in her mouth, covered it with saliva and pinched both her nipples with it. With her other hand, she started rubbing her labia. The fingers went up and down at uneven paces spreading the lips apart, and sometimes stroking her clitoris. “Ooh hmph,” she moaned, but it didn’t sound convincing. She stroked with a faster pace now. “Ooh.” Again, it didn’t sound pleasureful. “Oh,” she grumbled in frustration. I figured what better time than now.

While remaining a stealthy critter, I navigated myself between her legs. I gave her quick licks and lapped up whatever came out. My objective here was to show her how good it felt. “Oh. Ooh!” She looked at me in shock. “Oh no! Not again!” I kept licking, hoping she would catch on. “Scooby! No!” She pushed me off the bed.

“Mama needs to get hers. Don’t bug me.” She resumed fingering herself but to no avail. Another frustrated grumble. I looked at her, and she looked at me. It was at that moment that I saw a glint of interest in her eyes. “Scooby,” she said. “Come here.” I jumped on the bed immediatly. “Since I’ve misplaced my toys, maybe you can help me. Can you lick me again? Like you did before?”

I think she knew I knew the answer.
“Alright, get a little closer,” she asked, spreading her legs apart to each extreme. “Mama is giving you access, but only this once.”

Apparently, I wasn’t close enough. She yanked on my collar, pushing my snout in her pussy. “Woo! Your nose is cold. Hihi!” She pushed me back out. I licked the taste of my lips.

“My mistress’ scent, in the purest of forms.” I thought to myself.

She resumed her masterbation session. Her fingers started stroking the clitoris, while my warm tongue tickled her insides. Every few seconds there’d be squirts of more oestrus, accompanied by vocal grunts of pleasure. “Oh, yes. More.” She seemed to tell me. And then more liquid came to motivate my tongue.

As fast as I could slurp it up, more came out of the pussy, trickling to the outside. I didn’t dare let any escape, for it might dirty my mistress’ sheets. No, I furiously lapped it all up. My tongue crossing paths with her outer genitalia. “Oh! Oh!! You make mama feel so good inside. Lick me up Scooby. Eat me out.” She kept petting her clitoris at a brisk pace.

I started panting. I must have been excited by her lascivious sounds. Or maybe it was the constant flow of sweet estrus she produced. It had a rather strong smell, but didn’t bother my nose. I wonder why? The taste was to die for. It was almost enough to bring me to orgasm.

“Ooh! Ooh!” I began to see reddish qualities appear in her face. She was almost there. Soon… I kept my stare to straight ahead, where above my vigorous tongue, was a clit almost fully engorged. “Woo! Oh! Oh, you’re make me so hot!”
I stuck my tongue as deep as I could inside. It was even warmer than before. “Scooby! Good…oh…boy–iiiii!!!”

A sudden flood of my mistress’ juices sprayed all over my face. The sticky, sweet-smelling liquid that I’d been drinking ended up clinging to my face and clumping my hairs together. What a mess!

“Woops! Sorry, Scooby! Mommy didn’t mean to come all over you.” she said. I looked at her with a no-problemo look. Obviously, I had enjoyed it! Didn’t she?
Hopefully, she had the best orgasm in her life. “Wow! I can’t believe you made mommy feel so good. You’re such a goo’boy.”

I looked at her with loving eyes. “Woof! Woof!” I started cleaning up.

“Oh!” She yelled in surprise. “You’re not done? Well, uh, I’ll just lay back.”

She layed down against the bed and let me lick whatever I hadn’t guzzled. Of course, it wouldn’t have taken me as long if she didn’t go and orgasm again! But that was the price to pay. A fair price indeed. It was only solidifying the relationship I wished to have with her.

It was time to move into phase 2.
Over the next few weeks, I was an eager participant in her personal sex sessions. Since I never relinquished the location of her dildos, she never had the chance to experience them again. Even if I did tell her where they were, I don’t think my mistress would embrace them like she embraces me daily. She craved my attention. I was like a drug, and she was my user.

Our mating time together prolonged with each passing day. She seemed insatiable, sometimes going on for three to five orgasms before stopping. And each following orgasm doubled in pleasure and messiness. My young mistress has a special talent– although never avowed– to squirt when she is particularly excited. In all my dog lifetime, I have never seen a bitch which such a gift. The ability is so unique, I try not to make waste of it; even when it shoots all over me. Hmm, another yummy example of my luck!

The sessions got more and more intense, as well as frequent. I knew she enjoyed, but wasn’t sure if she accepted it. I had to give her time for that. Without it, my next advances would seem ludicrous to most bow wows. We kept our relation on the oral level, and I had no plan of pushing forward. No plans at all, until I crossed paths with Rex again.

“How’s my little subordinate doing? Har! Har!” He jeered pretentiously. I looked at him in the eyes.

“Soon you won’t be the only one at the top.”

“Oh no?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m giving my mistress oral sex daily. Even sometimes more than 7 times a week.”

“So what. I’ve been banging my human bitch for months now. I’ve taken her in the pussy more times than you think. Tied, bred and all. In fact, she probably has my seed swimming in her right now. She keeps it in her, you know. Because she loves it. Read my lips. L.O.V.E.S. I.T. She gets so horny she mates out of season and even lets me take her anally.”

“So…” I probably looked just as bad as I felt. He was still way ahead of me. There was so much I needed to do. I mustered the courage to say something but my broken voice was interrupted by an unseen animal.

“You’re both failures.” The mystery voice proclaimed. An enormous grey husky dog came out of the nearby bushes. He was easily the size of both Rex and I combined. “Amateurs really,” it snickered.

“Who are you?” Rex and I barked simultaneously.

“My owners call me Hawk.” He said, looking at us with deep crimson eyes. “A veteran to all forms of animal sex.”

“You lie,” I hoped.

“No,” Hawk laughed. “I have had many pleasureful human sex experiences. Everything you’ve said is nothing. I have satisfied as many as two women in one outing. Both had orgasms and could not forget me.”

“Two? At the same time?”

“Yes.”

Hawk’s huge mass seemed half-wolf half-dog. His body– and member for the matter– dwarfed the other two dogs. His cock put theirs to shame. It was as big as their own– when it was fully erect!

“I have to go back home.” I said.

“Run young blood. Haha! I saw you staring. Why do you think they came back for more?”

Rex copied me. “I hear my owners calling me. Toodles”

Hawk watched both dogs with his burning red eyes. Maybe he could provoke something to his advantage.

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