What Big Teeth They Have

Good Puppy (Canine Monster on Human, Breeding)

GOOD PUPPY

Imagine you live out in the woods in a cozy little log cabin, its got moss growing up one side of it and there's a river down the hill (also you somehow get great internet connection out there, you're probably a witch).

One night while you're relaxing in your favorite chair when you hear a racket outside upon going to investigate you find a puppy in your compost bin, thin and protectively guarding the fruit scraps it's dragged out.

You lure the pup back to your cabin with sausages and after a proper meal complete with a bowl of cream they fall asleep in front of your fireplace. The next few days you exhaust every avenue you can to find where they came from, they're clearly not a wolf pup with their light, thin coat but you find nothing. The idea someone would abandon a dog this young in the woods both deeply angers and saddens you.

You buy the puppy everything it needs from bowls to a little bed it'll probably outgrow in a few months and they become a part of your daily life.

Four months later and it becomes very clear that your puppy is not a dog. Its walking on its two legs more often then not and you've never seen a dog use a fork. But they also help you plant things in the garden and always seem to be there to comfort you when you feel down so you decide to roll with it.

A few more months later and they're nearly as tall as you and they've started talking, they're sentences are broken and often trail off into soft growling noises but they're trying their best.

"I love you!" They half howl in your face struggling to pronounce the words you had gushed so freely at them. I makes your heart flutter.

A year later and they're way too big to be sharing a bed with you but the two of you make do. Also they're talking more now and it turns out they are a forest blessing, they should have been gifted to a wolf pack but something went wrong and they had been stranded on their own. They tell you they aren't sad about it cause otherwise they wouldn't have gotten to meet you.

They start to act distant the next winter. Your puppy refuses to look at you directly and bows their head when you try to talk to them, sometimes even whine. You give them space and you worry.

You come home with groceries one day and you don't see them, even with their new found shyness they usually would come to peek at you when you came home. You leave everything at the door and start to look for them, hoping to find them asleep somewhere.

You're starting to panic when you hear the huffing coming from the basement. A high pitched whine that definitely belongs to your puppy meets when you hit the middlemost step. You lean down to gaze under the hand railing and what you see makes your breath stop.

Your puppy is deeply inhaling from a shirt that had gone missing from your clothes line a few weeks ago while thrusting into a bundled up bed sheet that you similarly thought was lost. They're breathing hard into the fabric and they suddenly still, a shiver racing up their spine. They went slack against the floor and you took the opportunity to escape.

The both of you dance around one another for the next few days, you now just as shy as them.

The radio droned on about the weather on a drowsy morning when you let your mind wander to a thick muzzle full of teeth and powerful arms. You let your legs fall open as you lean back in your chair, not touching yourself just melting.

The heat gathers quickly between your legs and your tempted to drag yourself out of your comfy spot to take care of yourself when you hear sniffing. Your puppy is standing in the archway with a blanket wrapped around their shoulders.

Your hands slide between your legs to rub yourself, fully aware your puppy is there. Its when you go to pull down your pants that they growl.

Your puppy isn't gentle when they grab you and it sends fire to your crotch. They tear your pants off your legs before pushing your shirt up to expose your chest to them. They drink in the sight and their cock starts to poke out of their sheath.

"I want to fill you with my pups." They growl lowly before filling you.

"Breed me." You hiss as you're stretched around their massive cock. Their thrusts are long and powerful knocking the air out of you each time.

The knot is tempting as it is terrifying, bumping against with more frequency as their thrusts get shallower. In a surge of courage you grind down to meet them and they whimper before thrusting up hard. The bulb of red hot flesh takes a little shoving but when it pops into you it pushes out a gasp.

The hot splash of cum inside you sends you over the edge, your whole body tightening up and shaking as you sob out. The warmth fills your belly and your own wetness drips down your thighs.

They lick at your neck gently, a few bruises already forming on her hips, and you reach up to pet between their ears.

"Good Puppy."