Sit, Stay, Heel, Breed
It was heat week in Ponyville, and it was hitting Fluttershy hard. Having spent a lot of time out in the sun this spring caring for her animal friends, she was now reaping the unfortunate side effects. The fire between her legs was uncomfortable, and a constant blush covered her cheeks. Still, she walked on, eager to reach her destination.
Unlike most mares, who’d rather stay at home to ride out their estrus, Fluttershy liked to work. Staying cooped up in her cottage for an entire week was almost as unbearable as her heat itself. She usually went stir crazy near the end, resulting in erratic mood swings and forgetfulness. None of her animal friends liked that, so she would instead spend the week doing odd jobs around town. As such, this week she had volunteered at the local kennel.
She was already a regular at this particular kennel, coming in on occasions as a non-profit helper, usually to help train and rehabilitate strays and mistreated pets. She was also called upon to help set up adoptions, making sure that the dogs went to loving homes. Ever since she had started helping out, the number of dogs within the kennel had decreased significantly, much to the owner’s delight. She praised Fluttershy’s dedication, and although Fluttershy never accepted any money, the owner would send her gift baskets and holiday cards from the dogs every Hearth’s Warming.
Luckily enough for Fluttershy, her services were required this week as well. The mare that usually watched the kennel for the week was part of a herd, and they had recently decided that they wanted to try for a foal. That meant that she needed somepony to cover her shift.
Fluttershy was more than happy to oblige.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the kennel came into view. It was located on the outskirts of town, meaning that Fluttershy didn’t need to go through Ponyville in order to get to it. Built on the edge of White Tail Woods, it was a small, fairly well-cared-for building. The front was composed of a one-story brick office building that doubled as an animal emergency center in case the local veterinary clinic became overwhelmed. The kennels themselves were behind the building. Open to the outside, they allowed the dogs to roll about on the grass and breath fresh air. At the moment, the dogs appeared to be pacing around the edges of the kennels, barking and whining loudly in clear agitation.
Tail flicking back and forth in a subconscious attempt to cool her nether, Fluttershy made her way towards the front door. A wave of cool air washed over her as they slid open automatically, and she hummed happily at the feeling. While not exactly a hot day outside, the AC still felt wonderful to her heated body.
The mare behind the counter glanced up as she entered, and an excited smile spread across her muzzle. “Ms. Fluttershy!”
Fluttershy paused mid-step, her eyes widening in surprise.
“O-oh, um… hello, Timberline,” she squeaked. “I… I didn’t know you’d be here. I-if you don’t mind me asking, s-shouldn’t you be at home with your herd?”
“That’s where I’m headed right now, actually,” Timberline said as she walked out from behind the counter. “Mrs. Willow wanted me to stick around long enough to give you a few head-ups before I left.”
“Oh… okay,” Fluttershy said, a small smile on her face.
“Now, Mrs. Willow wanted me to tell you that, although she does appreciate your dedication, you don’t need to hang out at the kennels all week,” Timberline said. “You only really need to come in three times a day in order to feed them and check on their water.”
Fluttershy’s blush deepened and she hid behind her mane. “B-but what if they get lonely?”
Timberline laughed and shook her head.
“They should be fine by themselves,” she said, “but if you feel that they’re lonely, you’re more than welcome to stay with them longer if you’d like. Just be careful; they’re a little feistier than usual.” As if to prove her point, a muffled howl came from the back, followed by several more.
“Oh dear,” Fluttershy gasped. “Are they alright?”
Timberline waved a hoof. “Oh, they’re fine. More than fine, actually. They’re just antsy because the females went into season recently. It seems their heat synced up with ours this time around. They should be fine, but we did move the females inside in case any of the males decided to try and dig under the fences. Don’t want any unplanned pregnancies after all. They’re in the holding area and have access to the side yard, so don’t worry about having to let them out.”
“Okay,” Fluttershy mumbled, making a mental note.
“Just be careful going into the kennels,” Timberline said. “They might try and get out. Don’t let them charge you and break free, okay?”
“I’m sure they’ll be fine.”
“If you say so,” Timberline hummed. “Anyways, I think that’s about it.” She rubbed her chin for a moment only for her eyes to light up. “Oh, right! I want to thank you again for coming on such short notice. You have no idea what this means to me and my herd. We can’t thank you enough.”
Fluttershy gave her a shy smile. “I-it’s no problem at all, Timberline.”
“Still, thank you,” Timberline gushed. “Now, I hate to dash, but my herd’s waiting for me to get home. There’s drinks and snacks in the mini fridge beneath the desk. Feel free to help yourself. Otherwise, good luck and see you in a week!” With that, she turned and headed eagerly out the front doors. In a few moments she was off down the road and out of sight around the bend.
Now alone in the office, Fluttershy sighed in relief. While she might have been on good terms with Willow, she hadn’t expected to see anypony here. Not that that was a bad thing, but she was never really social to begin with; being in heat only made it worse. But now she was alone, and she could focus on working rather than the uncomfortable heat between her legs.
Making her way around behind the counter, Fluttershy took a seat on the cushioned chair located there. Paperwork covered the desk, most of it organized into neat little stacks. A few more recent forms laid off to the side though, and a quick glance at them revealed them to be adoption forms. A warm smile spread across Fluttershy’s muzzle. It seemed that two more dogs had found good homes to go to.
Leaving the forms where they were for now, she instead turned her attention to the whiteboard calendar stuck to the backside of the counter. Different colored marks covered the surface; a chaotic mess of lines and scribbles, but Fluttershy was still able to make out what she needed. According to the marks, the dogs hadn’t been feed dinner yet today. A glance at the clock told her that it was a little after seven.
“O-oh… oh my,” Fluttershy gasped. “I bet they’re hungry!” She pushed herself out of the chair and quickly made her way to the stockroom. Several metal buckets were inside, and, grabbing one, she filled it with the special kibble mix that the kennel used to feed the dogs. It was designed to keep them energetic, and their coats shiny.
Deciding to feed the females first, Fluttershy grabbed the bucket’s handle in her teeth before making her way towards the holding area. A small room just off of the medical wing, the holding area was meant to contain those pets that had been examined and were waiting for their owners to return. The floor was padded and various toys were scattered about. A dog door led outside to a small fenced in area that was away from the kennels.
Three dogs laid about the room, and each of them perked up as Fluttershy opened the door. Tails wagging, they stood up and quickly made their way over to the pegasus. She smiled as they sniffed her and the bucket curiously.
“Hello there. How are we doing today?” she asked around the handle in her mouth.
One of the dogs yipped happily, her tongue dangling out the side of her mouth.
“That’s good to hear,” Fluttershy cooed. “I bet you’re hungry too.” Another yip, and a soft ‘borf’ from one of the other dogs. “Well, I brought some food for you~!” Walking over to the food dishes resting against the wall, she poured a generous amount of kibble into each dish. The dogs quickly descended upon the food, but not before giving Fluttershy happy nuzzles in thanks.
“Oh, you’re more than welcome,” Fluttershy said. A quick check of the water bowls showed that they were still full; no need to get more. Picking up the bucket—which was still three-fourths full—she made her way out of the room, making sure to close the door securely behind her. She hummed happily to herself as she made her way down the hall, heading for the kennels.
A warm breeze blew through her mane as she stepped outside. It was starting to get dark out, the sun beginning to set beneath the horizon. Three kennels stood side-by-side, but only one held any dogs. Said dogs were still pacing about the edges of their kennel, sniffing frantically at the air. At the sight of her, they perked up, though their tails didn’t wag.
As Fluttershy made her way towards the door of the full kennel, she was able to identify four out of the five dogs. There was Burg, who had a coat of rich brown with darker spots around his eyes. Buddy was next, the pure gray canine slightly smaller than Burg. Bailey and Max were there as well. They were supposedly from the same litter, a twin pair of husky-wolf mixes. The only discernible difference was that Bailey had blue eyes, while Max had one blue and one brown. There was also a Great Dane she didn’t recognize, and who towered over the other dogs by a good six inches.
Walking up to the gate of the kennel, Fluttershy found her way blocked as all five dogs crowded around the other side.
“Oh, um… e-excuse me, but could you please let me in?” she asked softly as she placed the bucket on the ground. “I can’t feed you otherwise.” If the dogs heard her, they didn’t show it. They continued to crowd around the gate, poking their noses through the holes in the chain link as they tried to get a closer sniff.
Frowning to herself, Fluttershy glanced at the bucket of dog feed. She reached down, scooped up a hoofful, and tossed it behind the dogs. A second hoofful followed, and the dogs abandoned the gate to get at the kibble. As soon as they were clear, Fluttershy picked up the bucket again and, opening the gate, slipped in. She had barely closed it securely behind her when the dogs were back.
They gathered around her as she made her way towards their dishes, sniffing and snuffling at her body with cold, wet noses. She giggled softly at the attention.
“Yes, hello again,” she said around the handle. “I missed you too, Burg. Bailey, are you feeling better? Max, you certainly smell better than the last time I saw you. Maybe next time you want be so quick to bark at Ms. Skunk again.”
The dogs ignored her banter, continuing to run their noses over her with at almost a frantic pace. Fluttershy winced slightly as a cold nose suddenly brushed over her flank—the exact same spot where one of the females had rubbed against her earlier. It was then she realized that the males could probably smell the females on her.
“O-oh, oh yes. I did visit the girls before you,” she said, gently pushing the inquisitive nose away with a wing. “They are doing well, in case you were—EEP!” She squeaked in surprise as a nose was suddenly pressed into the pit of her wing, causing the appendage to snap open wide. This in turn caused the dog that had goosed her to pull back quickly. The top of his head caught the edge of her wing, which threw her off balance and caused her to topple over. The bucket fell from her mouth, scattering kibble across the grass. “Unf!”
As she laid sprawled upon the grassy ground, Fluttershy got a good glance at the dogs’ underbellies. Her eyes widened and her blush darkened as she saw that every one of the males was sporting a half-erect member, the outline of their knots clearly visible through their sheaths. “O-oh… oh my…” Mesmerized by the sight, she could only lie there and stare up at the pink and red flesh. The uncomfortable heat between her legs had erupted into a fire at the sight, and she felt herself wink.
“Eep!” She was pulled out of her daze abruptly when a nose was shoved between her hind legs. A rough tongue lapped at her heated flesh, and she felt herself wink again.
She glanced quickly over her shoulder at the dog that had its muzzle buried between her legs. “B-Burg! What are you doing?! No, stop! W-wait!” Flicking him with her tail, she attempted to get to her hooves. However, before she could stand, two more noses were shoved between her legs, causing her to yelp. Her front legs collapsed beneath her while her hind legs went rigid. Unconsciously, her tail flicked up and draped across her back.
The two noses turned into two tongues, and Fluttershy moaned weakly as they forced their way against her folds. She arched her back, her wings flaring by her sides as the tongues darted in and around her marehood. Pleasure rushed through her body, and a haze of lust descended over her mind. As the tongues continued their assault, she couldn’t help but groan in want.
Suddenly the licking stopped. Blinking in confusion, Fluttershy had no time to wonder why the wonderful feeling had ceased before a furry weight landed on her back. Hot panting breaths washed over her ear as one of the dogs mounted her. Before anything could happen though, growling broke out amongst the remaining dogs. Looking around, Fluttershy saw that Burg, who was currently draped over her back, was growling at Buddy, who was returning the snarl.
“Oh, wait. D-don’t fight,” Fluttershy cooed, trying to sound comforting even as she felt her arousal trailing down her inner thigh. “There’s… ooooh, there’s plenty of me to go around.”
The dogs stopped their vocal fighting at her words, and Buddy slowly backed off. With that, Burg returned to his task, much to Fluttershy’s delight. Wrapping his forelegs around her barrel, he began to maneuver himself around.
Fluttershy gasped as she felt something warm bump against her folds. The angle was off though, and instead of slipping inside of her, Burg’s member slid up against her clit instead, causing a spark of pleasure to race up her spine. She felt herself wink again, her sensitive nub brushing up against Burg’s heated flesh. He whined and grunted as he continued to hump, and after a few more pokes and prods, he finally found his mark.
Fluttershy let out a cry of delight as Burg sunk into her depths with a single thrust. She arched her back, trying to get as much of his heated member into her as possible. Her inner walls flexed around his length, trying to coax him into moving.
Burg didn’t need to be told twice.
Almost immediately he began humping wildly, driving himself deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. His knot, still small, slipped inside her folds, only to pop out again as he pulled his hips back. This continued for a few more strokes until the knot began to swell. Pushing herself back, Fluttershy pressed her swollen lips against the expanding knot and, with a delicious ‘pop’, it slid inside. Burg let out a low whine before jerking himself back until the knot was almost pulled out again, but by then the bulb of flesh had grown big enough that the pair was now locked together.
With that, Burg’s thrusts became shorter but no less enthusiastic. The knot, now the size of an orange, bumped and rubbed against a certain spot within Fluttershy’s confines, and she let out a mewling whinny as stars burst before her eyes. The sensation grew even more intense as, with a particularly hard thrust, Burg began to cum, his member jerking as it spurted hot doggy semen deep into her womb.
As her insides were painted white, Fluttershy reached her own climax as well. Her folds tightened, squeezing down upon the intruder as she milked him for all he was worth. She could feel his entire length flex, and she could feel each hot jet hit deep inside of her.
After a few seconds Burg stopped humping and just laid there, his cock pulsing and twitching as he continued to fill her confines with his seed. He released his hold on Fluttershy and jumped down off her back. His knot was still trapped inside of her, and he maneuvered himself around until they were butt-to-butt. The feeling of the knot spinning inside of her caused Fluttershy to squeal happily as another rush of pleasure flooded her brain.
They stayed that way for several long minutes—both panting heavily—until Burg’s knot slowly began to deflate. Soon it was small enough to slide from Fluttershy’s folds, coming free with a wet squelching noise. As he pulled himself free, a small trickle of cum oozed out and trickled down Fluttershy’s folds, where it dripped to the grass below. Before too much could escape her confines however, another furry weight settled on her back as the next dog took his place. A gray muzzle appeared out of the corner of her eye, confirming that Buddy was the one currently draped over her back. He gave quick, eager humps as he tried to line up the tip of his member with her opening. He found it relatively quickly, sliding a few inches in with the first thrust. This caused him to yip in surprise, but he quickly recovered and, after adjusting the position of his hips, he began to thrust in earnest.
Fluttershy gasped in surprise as Buddy began humping, driving his member deep into her marehood with each stroke. Within three thrusts, his knot was already brushing up against her lips, requesting entry. She relaxed, and on the next jerk, it popped in. Coos and moans escaped Fluttershy as the knot worked itself in and out of her lips until it suddenly popped inside and was stuck. Within a few seconds, it was blissfully too large to slip out again.
Buddy’s thrusts continued though, moving his knot about inside of her as he continued to try and get his member as deep as possible. The tip brushed up against her womb, causing her hind legs to tremble. Grunts and squeaks soon filled the air as Buddy continued to hump wildly, working his knot about and churning up her insides. Drool dribbled down Fluttershy’s chin, but she didn’t care. The wonderful pressure was beginning to well up inside of her again.
She threw her head back and let out a keening cry as Buddy suddenly hilted inside of her, his forelegs gripping her hips tighter. Inside her velvety insides, his cock began to flex and twitch as he shot his load into her depths, where it joined Burg’s previous offering. Warmth spread quickly through her belly as Buddy’s cock added to the already sizeable and hot pool of doggy cum inside her already, her stomach starting to feel kind of bloated. Her walls convulsed as she rode out her climax, dog cum and her own juices leaking out from around Buddy’s knot and dripping down her inner thighs in surprisingly large quantities.
Just like Burg before him, Buddy released his grip on Fluttershy’s hips before stepping down and turning around until he was butt-to-butt with her. The knot tugged and twisted against her insides, causing her hips to jerk and then quiver. Buddy whined before trying to pull himself free, but only resulted in dragging Fluttershy behind him for a few feet. She whimpered and moaned, writhing about as the knot pulled on her flesh, only to let out a muffled cry as Buddy suddenly pushed back against her, his cock giving a hard jerk as it unloaded more cum inside her.
Buddy proved to be able to last longer than Burg, as by the time Fluttershy was recovering from her second orgasm that evening, he was still stuck inside her. Her marehood was stretched to the point of almost being painful, and yet if felt so good to have his large, heated knot imbedded deep inside her. Every time it twitched, it brushed up against a lovely spot on her inner wall, sending ripples of pleasure racing up her spine. Too soon she was once again climbing the steps to bliss, helped along by each burst of cum that impacted her womb.
The tipping point came when Buddy suddenly gave an especially hard tug on his member, pulling it free from her depths with a squelching ‘pop’. Fluttershy let out a mewling scream as her walls convulsed, semen and marecum flowing from her marehood in spurts as her muscles clenched tight around nothing.
She laid there, flank in the air and chest pressed against the grass, breathing heavily. It was dark outside now, the sun having long since vacated the skies to be replaced by the moon. Small patches of clouds drifted lazily across the star-filled blackness, glinting in the moonlight. Not that any of this really registered for Fluttershy, as she was still in a haze after her third climax. Her nethers were getting kind of sore, but in a good way, and the heated stream of cum running down her thigh was oddly pleasant. She remained still, enjoying the feeling, until she was suddenly brought out of her daze by a tongue lapping at her swollen lips.
Letting out a yelp, Fluttershy quickly turned her head to glance behind her. One of the husky-wolf mixes had its muzzle buried between her legs and was happily licking away at her gaping slit. By the fact that both eyes were blue, she could easily tell that it was Bailey who was enjoying his treat.
“B-Bailey, wait…” Fluttershy tried to say, but her words were cut off by a low moan that escaped her as Bailey’s tongue slipped between her folds. Unable to help herself, she groaned out in want as the fire in her loins began to flare up again.
All too soon the licking stopped and she felt another weight settle on her back. Bailey’s aim was better than the others, and his cock hit its mark on the first try, sliding all the way up to the knot in one, long thrust, helped along by the dog cum already coating her well-lubricated tunnel. Almost immediately he began thrusting, his hips slapping against Fluttershy’s flanks with loud, meaty ‘smack’s. He drove his member deeper and deeper, hips thrusting in a frenzy of feral pleasure; she couldn’t even feel the knot slipping in and out of her.
As Bailey was on her back, huffing and puffing like a steam engine, she felt something brush up against her mane. Turning her head slightly, she saw that Max had grown impatient and had tried mounting her from the front. His red cock bounced back and forth in front of her face, and her eyes followed it hungrily. Licking her lips, she leaned up and gave the shaft a tentative lick. This caused Max to yip and step backwards in surprise.
“N-no, wait!” Fluttershy squeaked out, trying to follow after the retreating cock. As soon as her lips brushed against the tip, Max froze. Then, without warning, he thrusted forwards, burying his member in her mouth up to the knot. She let out a startled cry which quickly turned to a lust-filled moan as her mouth was filled with hot dog meat. It was an erotic feeling having his member slide across her tongue, spurts of his pre-cum dribbling down to mix with her saliva. Soon enough she was drooling around the member, sucking and licking at it in earnest.
The twin huskies continued to work her over, one thrusting away at her mouth while the other humped its brains out against her rump. For a brief moment she wondered what she must look like; stuck in a kennel, surrounded by horny dogs with two of them working to fill her from both ends. But then, as soon as it came, the thought was gone, replaced instead by a feeling of carnal lust. She was sore, she was tired, but the feelings of being filled was so wonderful that she needed more.
Max pushed himself harder into her mouth, his paws wrapped firmly around her head and neck. With each thrust his knot pressed up against her lips, flooding her nostrils with a musky scent that fogged her mind. Her tongue wrapped around the underside of the shaft and stroked it, the taste rich and exotic. In a haze of lust and pleasure, she suckled hungrily on the cock in her mouth, all while pushing her rump up against Bailey’s thrusting hips.
Suddenly, Bailey gave a hard shove, burying his member deep inside of her as his knot began to swell. The force of the thrust was enough to drive Fluttershy forward, and her eyes widened in alarm as Max’s cock was forced into her mouth up to the sheath. She gagged as the tip slipped into her throat.
Upon feeling his cock sink further into the blessed warmth, Max drove himself forward even more, shoving his hips hard against her muzzle in an attempt to get as much of his member down her tight throat as possible. She tried to pull her head back, but was unable to due to Bailey’s fevered poundings pushing her forward. Instead, she tried to turn her head, but Max’s legs kept her locked in place. Stuck in an erotic game of tug-of-war, she was unable to free herself before it was too late. Her eyes widened in alarm as Max’s knot began to swell in her mouth. He gave one last hump before, with a howl, he ground his hips against her muzzle and climaxed.
Fluttershy was torn between being scared and losing herself to the ecstasy that now coursed through her body. Two dog cocks twitched and jerked inside of her as they deposited their hot loads; both ends trying to meet in the middle. The member in her mouth was swollen now, the knot filling her mouth and pushing her jaw to the limit. It pulsed as wave after wave of cum was released down her throat, causing her to gag around the alarming amount. That in turn forced some of the semen up into her mouth, where it pooled and leaked out onto her lips before dribbling down her chin. All the while Bailey’s cock was buried so far in her marehood that she could feel the tip somewhere just below her belly button. Each kick of the member flooded her insides with warmth, her insides drowning in a torrent of dog cum.
Fluttershy tried to keep her throat open and swallow all the cum that Max was giving her, but the amount was too much. It flooded her mouth, oozing out around the knot and down her chin, and it seeped up to trickle out her nostrils as well. She tried desperately to clear her airway, her throat convulsing around the part of Max’s cock that was inside of it, but it was no use. As her lungs cried out for air, she began to squirm frantically beneath the two dogs, but that just encouraged them to grind against her harder.
Darkness began to creep in along the edge of her vision. She could hear her heart pounding frantically in her ear, as well as feel the dogs’ heartbeats through their engorged cocks. Each pulse sent a feeling of terrifying thrill through her, even as she crept closer and closer to oblivion.
Slowly, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and she passed out.
Fluttershy was slowly brought back to consciousness by the feeling of somepony shaking her. Groggily, she licked her lips, only to wince at the thick coating of… something on them. The shaking continued, and she finally opened her eyes. only to realize that it wasn’t a pony shaking her. Instead, she had been mounted again, and the shaking was from the Great Dane, who was pounding away at her plot, his forelegs wrapped firmly around her waist. His grip on her was the only thing keeping her flank in the air, the rest of her body limp and unresponsive.
She moaned weakly as she felt his member pistoning in and out of her abused marehood, a constant squelching sound being heard as he stirred up her cum-filled insides. She tried to pull herself away, but his grip on her was too strong. Instead, she was forced to just lie there and let him finish. Turning her head, she glanced around.
The other dogs were all lying off to the side. Several of them were dozing, but both Bailey and Max were watching the Great Dane rut her with mild interest, their tails flicking back and forth. The darkness of the night had given away to a dull grayness as the sun began to peak over the horizon. The sight of it alarmed Fluttershy. How long had she been unconscious?
Struggling to get her forelegs under her, she started to try to stand up straight, but was stopped by an odd sloshing feeling in her stomach. Glancing down, her eyes widened in shock. Her stomach was now visible swollen, giving her the appearance of being several months pregnant. Now that she was no longer resting on it, each thrust from the Great Dane caused her bloated belly to swing back and forth.
“W-what?” she breathed as she watched her stomach slosh about, the sight horrifically hypnotic. D-did… did the dogs just keep rutting her, taking turns while she was unconscious? How much cum was now inside of her? The very thought sent a burst of perverse pleasure up her spine, and despite the soreness in her marehood, her muscles clenched greedily around the dog cock currently ravaging her pussy. Cum and arousal ran down her thighs in constant streams, and a puddle had formed beneath her some time during the night. She had been lying in it, and now her fur was coated in a slimy layer of doggy-mare love juices.
The Great Dane suddenly lot out a loud howl before slamming his hips forward. His knot, already having swollen to an impressive size, forced its way into her folds where it then lodged itself firmly in her depths. The member began to kick and jerk, adding its payload to her already monstrously swollen belly. Still, the feeling of the member pulsing inside of her, combined with the sloshing of the cum already in her belly, was enough to push Fluttershy over the edge one last time. She didn’t cry out, but instead she just closed her eyes and grimaced as both pleasure and a dull soreness flooded up inside of her.
The Great Dane continued to grind his hips against her for a few seconds before suddenly hopping off and spinning around. His knot twisted about inside of her, pulling her inner walls with it somewhat. Each spurt of cum caused the knot to throb, adding to Fluttershy’s pleasure. He continued to squirt his seed inside of her for nearly fifteen minutes, through which Fluttershy slowly rocked her hips back and forth, milking the sensation as much as possible.
Finally, the knot began to shrink, much to Fluttershy’s relief. The Great Dane gave an experimental tug and, with a wet ‘pop’, he pulled himself free. He gave her sore marehood a quick lick before turning and walking away.
Breathing heavily, she just stayed there for a few moments, trying to recover. As the Great Dane walked off however, both Bailey and Max jumped up, tails wagging excitedly. They approached her quickly, but backed off when she gave them a tired, yet firm, “N-no! Down!” Their ears folded against their heads, and they slunk off.
Letting out a shaky breath, Fluttershy then made her way towards the door of the kennel. She walked bowlegged, and winced with every step. The fire in her loins, brought on by estrus, had been thoroughly quenched, replaced instead by a sore, stretched feeling. She was physically, mentally, and sexually spent.
As she hobbled along, she left a trail of dog cum in her wake. It leaked for her gapping marehood, dribbling down her legs and tail in thick, oozing streams. Her flank was coated in the stuff, the viscous goo started to dry to her fur. She needed a bath… and a good long nap.
Reaching the gate, she slipped out of the kennel and made her way slowly towards the office building, but not before double-checking to make sure the gate was locked. Her belly jiggled back and forth with each step, a lingering heat still emanated from the veritable sea of cum still within her depths. The feeling sent wonderful tingles up her spine, and a small smile touched her lips as she waddled along; it almost felt like she was pregnant. Thankfully, that couldn’t happen though, or else she’d certainly end up with a litter of puppies, what with how much dog sperm was currently drowning her eggs.
She stood outside the back door to the office, allowing most of the remaining cum to drain out of her in a slow, steady stream until if finally began to taper off. Her stomach was still swollen slightly, some of the dogs’ essence stuck within her deepest confines, but instead of looking pregnant, she looked like she had just eaten a big meal. With that, she entered the building and immediately headed straight for the bathroom, which luckily had a shower for the staff.
After a quick and thorough wash, she checked on the females, gathered some blankets, and made a nest under the main desk before lying down to get some rest. As she slowly drifted off to sleep, a small smile touched her lips.
She’d have to pay the males a visit again that evening.
Didn’t want them getting pent up again, right?