Dog cock pounded into every hole she owned, her body jerked back and forth, and sideways. Twisting, and turning her in every direction as they took their pleasure from her without concern for her own release. 20, 30, 50, a 100 different dogs used her for their enjoyment as if she were a racing car, or a spittoon, a mere object of no importance other than to dump their puppy making sperm into. And shame upon shame she had cum over, and over as they took her. Her pussy had surely torn, and she had to be bleeding from her ass as well with the over sized cocks of these intelligent alien hounds, and there seemed to be no end in sight. And then she spied a group of them leading a horse from earth towards her, just before passing out for the fourth time.

Renee woke up from her nightmare with a start, jerking up to a sitting position on her bed. Her beige Teddy, little more than a breath of sheer cloth, clinging to her sweat soaked flesh causing a chill to run through her as the air-conditioning slapped her wide awake. A quick look next to her confirmed that her husband Dale was still fast asleep snorting through his own dreams in dawn’s early light. The smile on his face made it plain that his dream was a hell of a lot more pleasurable than hers had been.

Yet, it had all seemed so real to the beautiful well stacked blond, as she thought, getting up quietly to go to the bathroom. And unlike most dreams she remembered everything even now after waking up. The paw like hands that had clamped her mouth shut, covered her eyes, and whisked her away from her bed and home as Dale slept unawares. The heat of being carried outside into the night, and suddenly being scrambled into a gagillion molecular pieces of light just before reforming back into herself somewhere entirely different than anything she’d ever seen, smelled, or experienced in her entire 25 years on earth.

But then, she thought, as she sat on the toilet to pee, she hadn’t rematerialized on earth in her dream, had she. In her dream she’d been kidnapped, and brought to what could only be some kind of extraterrestrial space craft, because it sure wasn’t like any space craft she’d ever seen on television, even in those science fiction shows. For one thing it stank like an old barn, or stable like her uncle Henry had back in New England. But the most prevalent of smells was that of dog, like little Jen their Cocker Spaniel smelled after a week of being kept in the back yard’s dog house alone while they were on vacation.

The worst though was when she was allowed to see, and she figured it had to of been her imagination working overtime after what Dale had intimated during their love making last night.

“Pretend I’m a real dog fucking you, baby,” Dale, her husband of three years had said flippantly, fucking her doggy style in their bed, “one that stands upright, and has hands with opposing thumbs instead of dew claws…”

Dale had gone on and on the whole time he was pumping in and out of her overheated vagina. And though she’d never admit it, at least not to Dale, his fantasy sparked a flame in her gut that swelled into an inferno, and erupted like a volcano in her when he at last came in her molten core. They’d played this kind of game many times. Dale even knew of her fantasy to fuck a large black man, and had her pretend he was that black man many times in the past. But they’d never pretended he was an animal fucking her. Until last night. And surely that was what had set off the nightmarish dream in her.

Yet it had seemed more than just a dream to Renee. Just the stars above themselves, out beyond the domed bridge of that alien ship looked like nothing she’d ever seen from the surface of the earth as none of them twinkled. Of course there was the touch, smell, sounds, and later even the disgusting tastes that all raveled together like spagetti twisted on a spoon that made her believe then that she wasn’t dreaming. But waking up in her own bed, next to Dale after … but she didn’t dare go there. Not just yet. It was still too real, too personal to her. Because in the dream she’d done disgusting, immoral, lewd, and unimaginable things. True, the aliens had forced her to, but she’d enjoyed it, all of it, nonetheless. And the guilt and shame cursing her now was no different than if she’d done it all for real.

Perhaps it was because the nature of her kidnapping was for sexual experimentation, or maybe it was because the aliens themselves looked like dogs that made it all seem so impossible, and deliciously wicked both at the same time. Renee didn’t know. But what they had done to her, done with her, made her enjoy, had to be perverse. After all, women didn’t fuck animals, and enjoy it. At least normal, married women, didn’t. Did they?

Confused, Renee wiped herself, and stood, turning to flush the toilet she looked down, and gasped. The tissue was bloody, and she couldn’t be on her period, could she? She wasn’t due for two weeks. A picture of Agar’s huge pony cock ripping into her pussy, tearing and stretching her like no other cock could flashed through her mind, and she immediately squelched the flashback of the dream.

“I must be going crazy,” she said aloud, “my periods have always been irregular.”

She reached for the handle and flushed the toilet, grabbed a tampax out of the cupboard, and went to fetch a pair of old panties before heading to the kitchen. Dale would be up soon, and she wanted to make breakfast for them as she did every Saturday.

“Not tonight hon,” she begged off, “I’m having my period.”

Renee hated to turn Dale down, but her ass had been dragging all day, and she needed a good nights sleep without another induced nightmare from his horny suggestions aimed at her imagination.

“Bad cramps this time?” He asked with concern laced in his voice. Pulling back the hard on he’d been pressing into her pantied butt.

“The worst,” she acknowledge, hoping that would assuage his ego, if not his hard on. And when he kissed the nape of her neck gently, and rolled away to his side of the bed she sighed silently in relief.

Dale was breathing evenly, just about five minutes before Renee herself started to drift off. And suddenly a fur covered hand slapped over her face, as other furred hands grabbed her up, and carried her away. It happened so suddenly, and once again the aliens where so quick that she didn’t even have time to scream before they where outside in the heated air, and even muffled it was too late, and she was too far removed from Dale to disturb his sleep. Worst yet, Renee realized that this was no dream, but a living nightmare. Just as it had been the night before. A moment later she felt the familiar dislocation, and subsequent relocation of every molecule in her body just before the smell of the starship assaulted her senses again, and the hand-paws released her.

“Welcome back to Starship Canis 1,” barked the powerful overly large, incredibly black Great Dane standing up on his hind legs behind the transporter console.

Captain Drover’s forepaws like three fingered hands with an opposable thumb pressed a couple of buttons before curling his hands back into a paw then moving away from the console, and back down on to all fours to join her. Like most of his crew he walked around the ship on all fours because it was more efficient, especially when the gravity system broke down, which since they’d left Rover Tick Prime had broken down at least once every seven sleep cycles.

“I hope your trip home, and back was pleasant enough,” Captain Drover’s voice always seemed under laced with a throaty growl to Renee, and his use of casual conversation at these times unnerved her like nothing she’d ever experienced as his approach always reminded her of a guard dog about to leap at a burglar’s throat.

“Captain …” Renee began as she followed the huge dog like alien.

“I do so hope Doctor McMurphy’s healing tampon helped,” Drover interrupted.

“Er … um … yes. But how did you know I’d find the right one?”

“We didn’t. So we exchanged all of your feminine products instead. It’s much more efficient this way if the problem happens again. We had no idea that the human body, or more to the point, the reproductive anatomy of a female was so delicate. It does, after all, stretch out enough for your offspring to come out of it, and …”

“CAPTAIN!” Renee shouted, desperately trying to get a word in edge wise.

“Sorry, I’m afraid I do trot off sometimes. You wanted to say something?”

“Yes … well … that is …” she babbled at first, then stopping in the middle of the passageway, and gathering herself, “this is insane. Surely I’m still in my own bed fast asleep, and dreaming this all up. None of this can be real!”

“Ah, yes, I forgot. It’s the hypnosis,” then with a sheepish grin, sheepish for a dog that is, he spoke the words that she needed to remember everything, “the key to the door is unlocked.”

“Oh shit!” Renee’s mind screamed, but her voice whispered the words as it all came flooding back to her, and it was definitely not a dream. “It was all real,” she gasped.

“Absolutely,” Captain Drover replied, then went on to confirm her living nightmare, “as I explained last night our females have been ravaged by Cannine-interruptus, a ghastly desease that has left ever female of our species sterile, and incapable of having any litter of pups. If we don’t find some way of eventually curing them, and as Doctor McMurphy explained to you last night, there is little to no hope of that, then we need to mate outside of our species, with a race that is compatible. Of all the planets we’ve visited yours is the only one we’ve come across whose DNA is even remotely close to ours.”

“Yes!” Renee clapped her hands in glee. “Yes. I remember it all now. How you first tried mating with our dogs because they looked so much like you, but once that didn’t work you tried most of the other mammals living on earth, always staying clear of humans. Until one day after exhaustive blood scanning by Doctor McMurphy on ever indigenous animal on the planet he came up with the astonishing truth that your species could actually mate with human females, and that with a small manipulation of our DNA the offspring wouldn’t be that much different in any way from the litter born by your own females. He gave me that injection last night. I remember it all now.”

And like an avenging angel who has fallen into the pit of despair Renee was at once pissed off like she never had been before. Even now she could feel the heat building between her thighs, as desire like nothing human raced, surging through her veins.

“You’ve turned me into a fucking bitch-n-heat?!”

“Exactly,” Captain Drover grinned as only the face of a dog can. Then preceded her down the passageway leading her towards sickbay.

“How could you … do … such a thing … to me. To ME!”

“You’re husband volunteered you, remember.”

“He wha …? But … he couldn’t have … I was …”

But then she remember that these dogs not only talked, but could read minds, and that’s how she’d gotten into this in the first place. Dale hadn’t really volunteered her services, but his suggestions had fired her imagination in the course of their love making, and the images her mind had broadcast was picked up by those on the Starship Canis. Thinking that Renee, already fantasizing about them, would be the perfect lab specimen for their first experiment they’d come after Dale had fallen asleep the night before, and whooshed her away for some real doggy fucking. Gang bang style, like her mind had envisioned during her love making with Dale. Something they’d naturally thought was the way she wanted it. And unfortunately for her, she had.

Renee blushed from head to toe, and Captain Drover grinned at her perception of the truth at last. Then he turned a corner, and they entered sickbay. As always the huge graying old Terrier stood, walking around sickbay on his hind legs only, refusing to lower himself to the status of those inane lookalikes on the planet below, and to hell with the gravity well. He’d lived 72 summers on Rover Tick, long enough to realize that when working with patients it was always best if they saw him looking his physician’s best, and one couldn’t do that down on all fours.

“Took you long enough,” Doctor McMurphy chuckled, “what’d ya do, stop off somewhere for a quickie Captain?”

“You know me better than that Dog Bone,” Drover replied using his pet name for his old friend.

“I’m not so certain about that,” Dog Bone replied mock seriously, putting down the two test tubes he’d been working on, “but that’s not important now. Come here dear,” and he gestured towards a biobench for Renee to sit on, “and I’ll give you a quick physical and your next injection before Capt. Horny here shuffles you off to the …um … er … guest suite … on this tub to ravish you with the other houn … er … crew.”

Renee sat down as directed, but had no time to protest taking her next injection by the physician before the hypo touched her, and it was done. In seconds she was so horny she would have raped both of them if the good doctor hadn’t mind melded with her controlling her every impulse like a master puppeteer.

“Is she knocked up yet?” Captain Drover inquired.

“I’m a veterinarian, not a sooth seer, Drover. It’s only been one sleep cycle since the first shot of hormonal nuralizer. You know as well as I do that we can’t be certain for three more sleep cycles with this species. I told you that when we started this.”

“I know,” Drover reverted to mongrel speak so as not to upset Renee, “but she’s our only hope right now Dog Bone, and I need this to work. We can’t just keep trekking amongst the stars forever. If my wife hasn’t left me for some strange mutt by now I’ll be surprised.”

“Queen Geena is a lovely bitch, I know, but you’re a starship Captain now, not just the King of Rover Tick Prime, and … well, we’ll just have to be patient is all.”

“I know,” Drover sighed, “just do your best my friend.”

“Always,” Dog Bone replied, “you can take her now. I’ll control her until you get to the mating mattresses. Then watch out. As you saw last night, she’s one hell of an aggressive bitch when she’s in heat.”

“Don’t I know it. She scared the hell out of me when she took my dick in her mouth. I mean, who knew this species could be fucked in so many openings? No one would dare stick their cock into the mouth of one of our bitches without losing their dicks. But this bitch didn’t even use her teeth, just her big lips, and sucked me down into her throat. I tell ya doc, these bitches may be the ugliest thing in creation, but they sure know how to treat their sex mates. And if she, and the other one we’re bringing up later tonight can bear a litter…”

“I know, but let’s wait and see before we go kidnapping any more of them, shall we. They stink like fruit until they sweat, or get turned on, and having one of them here at a time is quite enough for this old hound’s nose to handle.”

“I think they call it perfume,” Drover struggled with translating the earth word to mongrel, “whatever that is.”

“They must use it to ward off the males when they aren’t in heat,” Dog Bone chuckled, “okay, she’s ready for Kennel Club Forward.”

Renee had no idea what was going on, but she slightly suspected that they were talking about her in that guttural growling, tail wagging, and whimpering speech they often used between each other when they didn’t want her to understand them, or needed a little privacy. She just couldn’t get over how dog like they really were when they didn’t think she was observing them. She’d even seen these two sniffing each other’s ass last night, and that had made her shiver with uncontrolled revulsion, and made her pussy squirt out a spurt of pee. That had made their dicks hard then, and the party began shortly afterwards. She shivered as she remembered it all, and another spurt of pee squirted out as she did.

“She’s ready all right,” Dog Bone chuckled smelling her urine, “go with the Captain dear. He’ll see to it that your taken … er … um … care of. Oh, and don’t worry, I’ve adjusted the shot so that your sex organs won’t tear now.”

Renee followed the starship captain through the passageways of his ship, and in that weird elevator. Though she had little choice since she had no control over her bodily functions thanks to Dog Bone’s mind control. The stench of the place almost overwhelmed her senses, mostly dog true, but there was still that Zoo smell coming from somewhere, and she vowed not to wear perfume to bed until this was all over. She’d leave her human scent here, and see how they liked that piece of revenge on their trip home, or wherever they planned on going next.

The mating room, Kennel Forward, as they’d called it, looked more like a workout room for gymnasts with all the padded mats covering the whole floor, and the padded benches strewn around the room for her use. However unlike the night before the room was empty save for her and the Captain.

“I thought we’d take a little time together alone,” Captain Drover said, putting a collar with a leash attached to it around her neck, “the others will have you later, of course, but this is much more …”

“Romantic?” Renee finished for him as Doctor McMurphy finally released her.

“Indeed? You know the term then. Good,” and he immediately let loose of the leash, and moved on all fours to sniff at her rear end.

Renee knew what that meant now, though it had scared the hell out of her the night before. This was doggy foreplay, and as was required from her she pretended to sniff the Captain’s ass just before diving head first under his fur covered belly to take his growing canine cock into her mouth. She again noticed how much bigger it seemed than normal dogs on earth, as far as girth and length was concerned, but she parted her lips, and amidst the pungent aroma of dog let the horrendous cock slip into her mouth along her tongue on the way to taking it down her throat as she had last night. The taste of dog cock though gamy by nature wasn’t as bad as her husband after a day of working in the garden. And the taste of these alien dogs’ cum was like wild hickory nuts, and entirely delicious to her taste buds.

Drover froze the minute Renee took his canine cock in between her lips. This was the scary part. When she’d done this last night he’d almost had a heart attack. Even when her lips moved up, and down the length of his prick without her teeth raking his cock he didn’t dare move for fear that she might impulsively bite his dick off as surely a bitch from his own planet already would have if he’d even dared tried something like this with her, even his mate Queen Geena. It was in their species nature to eat raw meat, and he had assumed the nature of these humans until he’d cum in Renee’s maw, and not once during the entire Howl last night had her teeth touched his prick.

There was no denying just how wonderful Renee’s mouth felt swallowing his cock now, just like it had been the first time, and there were other benefits that had come from his crew seeing this human suck his canine cock as well. The real admiration in their eyes at seeing their King, and starship commander’s control over the omnivorous species natural instincts to the point that she dared not bite one of them, was almost worth the initial scare. It had clearly showed him to be the supreme Alpha male amongst them, for only one such as he would ever have dared what he had with the human bitch in the first place. To show his dominance over her by sticking his dick into the bitch’s toothy maw was either suicide, or daring the likes of which none of their species had ever seen before, and the crew had chosen to believe the latter instead of the former, not realizing that Renee had initiated the experience, not him. As he had the cycle before, Drover switched on the observation cameras to record everything, then began to fuck the human female’s face with great speed and agility.

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“Every time I see that bitch with her maw around the Captain’s cock I shiver,” growled and yipped Ensign Pup, a young Mastiff pug faced looking fellow sitting up at the navigation station on the ship’s bridge as the live feed from Kennel Forward was piped in over the huge monitor screen.

“Yeah, and I saw you shiver twice more when you hounded the bitch yourself during the crew rush afterwards,” snickered Lt. Chew, a huge Chow whose canine cock was even now unraveling from his sheath as they all watched in fascination while their captain, and king fucked the nearly hairless human bitch’s face with that perfect precision pistoning pace that only the royals seemed capable of.

“To be honest,” Lt. Durable, the petite, (at least by Canis standards), blond Cocker Spaniel, at communications put in, “I don’t see the attraction. She’s every bit as ugly as those human females they broadcast over their visual displays day and night. TV I think they call it.”

“Din’a mind her, Pup,” laughed the Chief Engineer, a huge Scottish Terrier type named Shameless now sitting in the Captain’s chair as the Con officer, “the bitch is just pissed that nabody’s licked her tart arse since we stumbled onto this human bitch.”

“I am not in heat,” Durable huffed, and turned her back to the rest of the bridge crew to show her disdain. Though in truth Scotty’s comments weren’t far off the mark.

Durable wasn’t the only bitch on board the starship, but she had become use to having more than her fair share of all the male attention on board since leaving Canus Alpha, her home planet. Of course she understood the Captain’s having to breed with the mongrel bitch from Earth, but she couldn’t understand the rest of the male crew’s attraction to all those silly soft hairless curves. She’d almost given thought to shaving her own body curls away, but that idea had her shivering in cold response right away. Space was a very cold, and uninviting place to live, even on a heated starship such as theirs. And too, once the crew got over the novelty of fucking these strange aliens with the long hair on their heads, and only a dew thumb patch around their reproductive organ, she was sure they would once again be scrambling, sniffing, and scratching at the door to her stateroom begging for some real pussy. And let just one of these idiots try to stick their clever pricks in her maw, and they’d see what a real bitch was capable of.

“I still adore you, Durable,” Ensign Pup snuffled with all the charm he could muster.

“You may make Captain yet,” Durable purred back with that sultry voice of hers just before the rest of the crew snickered as Drover dumped his wad down the throat of the human bitch on the main screen.

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With her mouth full of one putrid canine dick, and sitting atop another that was stuffing her cunt, while still another ravaged her butt hole from behind, Renee felt like the most perverted slut from her planet. Dale had always been able to manipulate her buttons, turn her into a panting whore of the first degree with just a simple suggestion, or turn of words, but Dale wasn’t here, and neither was the translator device. She had no idea what all of that growling, barking, and howling all around her was all about, but there was no doubt that it was saturated with the sexual panting of brutish males in full fuck rut. Renee only knew one thing, and that was that she was in full heat, as Drover called it.

She’d already had more orgasms in the last hour with these intelligent mutts fucking her in every hole she owned than from all of her boyfriends before meeting Dale, and marrying him. In fact, had Renee known about the power of real dog’s cock before she’d married Dale, she might never have married him, she thought as the Mastiff up her ass sprayed her bowels full of canine jism right then, and he whimpered in release before dismounting her hind end to let the next dog in line take his place.

The smell, taste, and touch of dog cock, and human pussy permeated the room, saturated her flesh, made her eyes tear up at the pungent sex of interspecies revelry. In short, Renee felt like a well used cunt over a toilet bowl, and if her memory served her right, she’d only fucked half the crew so far, with the line of suitors for her charms still trailing out the main door.

The first hour after Drover had used her flesh was probably the hardest on her. Drover was a considerate lover, and an old fashioned romantic one at that. Something that appealed to her feminine psyche. However once he opened the door, and departed Kennel Forward, everything changed. As one right after the other each dog in the crew in turn used her flesh to relieve the charged storage of canis sperm in their testicles. And with Dr. McMurphy’s shot stimulating her natural hormones to the point of extreme sexual imbalance, Renee had no choice but to allow every swinging canine dick on the starship to fuck the living shit out of her.

Renee had been on her hands and knees for hours. A true bitch in every sense of the word for these sentient alien dogs. Her pussy, and ass holes gaped open, stretched out after accommodating over 50 knotted canine pricks, looked, and felt to her like two craters on the moon filled to the brim like soup bowls with thin liquid sin from all the dogs that had fucked her. (Only a few, the very bravest, dared to let her suck them off.)

“Do they have the word Whore in your vocabulary?” Renee asked Drover when he finally came to pick her up for her return trip home. She’d only been able to find her Teddy, the panties had come up missing.

“Yes we do,” the captain replied, “but unlike your society, the word is used in adoration in mine, venerated, almost worshipped in fact. My queen even now holds the title Sublime Whore. It stands for a bitch, who, while not in heat, will even so, give her favors to her true mate in life, and still enjoy herself nonetheless.”

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up for me, too.”

“Ah, then you are indeed, a Sublime Whore on your planet. Shall we go?” <

Part II: “To Seek Out New” … Bitches?

It was the third night Renee had been grabbed from her bed after Dale was fast asleep. But this time the alien hounds had another woman in their hand-paws in the teleportation room as well, and it was of all people, that young red headed married bimbo that lived next door to her and Dale. The tart she’d caught him ogling this summer over their back fence tanning out in her back yard in a lime green thong no less. Still, it amused Renee that Ginger Fitzhew had been abducted wearing nothing more than a black quarter cup bra, that did nothing to hide her erect nipples, matching garterbelt that held up seamed black nylons, and ankle strapped high heels on her feet. She almost laughed taking notice of the gold rings pierced in both of Ginger’s wobbling titties, and her clitty.

Ginger looked as drugged as Renee had felt the night before, which could only mean that she’d been aboard the alien space craft last night as well. If that were true, then Renee couldn’t be the only human they were trying to knock up with alien puppies now, and she wondered just how many other women from earth they planned to mate with. But at least tonight Renee knew she wouldn’t be the one taken to sickbay, and she grinned as Ginger suddenly saw her, and gasped in shocked recognition.

Ginger freaked when she saw Renee being carried by the doggies too. This dream was getting weirder, and weirder every night. And it was all Dale’s fault, too. They’d been cheating on their spouses all summer, and Dale had started coming up with a few fantasy head trips. Like the one two days ago during his lunch break when he had her think of him as a real dog while fucking her from behind bent over her living room couch. That had been such a wild ride it had made Ginger wonder what it might be like to fuck a real dog after he’d left. She’d even frigged her own pussy full of Dale’s scum fantasizing about it, and then wet dreamed about it that night with a couple of fingers in her cunt after Jimmy fell asleep next to her in their bed.

Of course the nightmare that she had the next night, about these alien canines seemed much more real than any fantasy, or dream Ginger had had in her whole life. Not to mention that she woke this morning with a sore pussy, and asshole. Still, it was one hell of a sexy dream, even with its nightmarish implications. After all, normal women surely didn’t dream, let alone fantasize about having sex with animals. Did they? They certainly didn’t have wet dreams about sucking on a dog’s cock, even if it was an intelligent alien species that just happened to look like dogs here on Earth. Nor did they get wet between the legs looking at other beautiful women like Renee. So, she wondered, why do I?

“Same as the other bitch, Dog Bone?” The captain asked in mongrel.

“Yes. Though not as bad. Just a little wear, but no tears this time. This bitch has been around the pound once or twice, by the looks of her anyway.”

“Ah, a real whore then.”

“It would seem so,” Dog Bone gave the red head the same injection as he had Renee the night before, though slightly altered for her metabolism. “This one was on some kind of birth control, probably an oral contraceptive, but I’ve neutralized it for our purposes. She’s as fertile as the other bitch now. We were fortunate that they live so close to each other. It makes our operation that much more simple.”

“Pierre says this bitch is fucking the same male as the other one, just not as often. It may or may not have anything to do with it, but their thought processes about sex with other species is too similar not to take it into account.”

“So does our science officer also think that there may be others on their planet? Which have the same perversities, I mean?” Dog Bone clarified hopefully. He’d never admit it, but he thought Pierre was the best science officer in the fleet. If anyone could figure it out Pierre could, even for all of his snobbish proclivities. They both knew they needed at least another ten of these hairless bitches to make the great experiment work, and help save his species from extinction. Nothing less would fill their gene pool quota.

“We can only hope so, for now,” Captain Drover replied, taking hold of the elbow of the red head, “however the science officer still thinks we might have to send down several landing parties over the next month just the same. We’ll only use those in the crew who are lookalikes of pets down there, and hopefully they can seduce enough females in to rutting with them, even as strange as that sounds.”

“Strange doesn’t even begin to come close to what these hairless bitches will do when they’re in heat, Captain,” Dog Bone chuckled as Captain Drover led the red head out through sliding doors of sickbay.

Ginger felt her body moving of its own accord, her will no longer her own, and her body so turned on she thought some kind of potent aphrodisiac must have been in that shot the dog doctor had just injected into her butt. Not that she minded, after all, this was just a wet dream, like a continuing sexy space opera of some kind that her mind had conjured up for her.

And she loved all the detail to this dream, even the way these space dogs seemed to be talking to each other barking, yipping, whining, panting, and growling, tails wagging, ears twitching as if it were an actual language. As if they were talking about her, and how they, and the rest of the crew of doggies expected to ravish her again tonight, and every night forever. Her pussy was so wet already that Ginger was ready to get down right now on all fours to let this huge upright black Great Dane fuck the shit out of her.

“I’m such a whore,” Ginger said outloud as she followed the big dog.

“Ah, then you are in the right place,” Drover said, and Ginger gasped hearing the dog speak English for the very first time.

“Y … you … can talk?”

“As well as you can fuck, my dear,” Drover replied, “is that a problem?”

“Not if you doggies fuck me like you did last night,” Ginger giggled. What the hell. This was only a filthy dream, she thought, I guess I have a better imagination than Dale thought after all.

“You Earth bitches really love cock, don’t you?” Captain Drover inquired. It would certainly explain much, and make it easier on the upcoming landing parties if true.

“I don’t know about other women, but I live for the next cock,” Ginger replied, and boldly reached out to caress the sheath containing the Great Dane’s peeking red pecker.

“I’d better get you to the recreation deck fast then, or the other whore we have will wear out all the cocks before you get there,” Drover said, and hurried them along down the corridor. Dog Bone’s control over two bitches at the same time looked tenuous at best at the moment.

“You think Dale’s wife is a whore too?” Ginger wanted to laugh at that outrageous statement.

“Yes. The other Sublime Whore is already servicing the crew even now.”

“Sublime …?”

But Ginger never got to finish the question as the doors in front of them swished open to reveal a room full of padded floor mats, and there in the center was Dale’s beautiful blond wife Renee, in the middle of … a dog orgy! She was squatting over a huge Belgium Shepherd’s cock up her fuck hole, as an Old Yeller kinda fella fucked her in the ass, and she sucked the cock of what looked like a very large French Poodle standing on his hind legs and, having a bad fur day. With twenty or so other big dogs of varying pedigrees, but all as big as the Great Dane she’d followed into here, pacing the padded floor mats on all fours like a wolf pack nearby awaiting their turn at the human bitch.

“Fresh meat gentlemen!” Drover barked out, and handed the red head over to his navigation officer Lt. Chew before turning to leave.

He’d done his part in this quest. He’d inspired his officers, and crew to rut with the Earth bitches by fucking both of them first, and even allowing for those wonderful blow jobs, he still couldn’t force himself to rut even one more time with this incredibly ugly species. After all, neither of them had a tail to wag, or even enough fur to keep a Guinea Rat warm, let alone a true Alpha male like himself. Besides, he had a very jealous mate waiting for him back home when this mission was over with. He didn’t need her thinking that since he was fucking around, that it was okay for her to lift her tail back on Rover Tick Prime. And truly his life mate Queen Geena was the Greatest of all Sublime Whores in the entire galaxy.

Renee gulped, eyes going wide when she finally noticed Ginger. The slut from next door was what most men called a perfect 10, and true, she looked as good as any of those Bay Watch beach bunnies on TV, and she certainly acted as mind scattered when around any male, Renee had noticed often enough.

Yeah right, Renee thought to herself, and you’re just so upstanding, and a pillar of the community letting all of these space dogs fuck the shit out of every hole you own, aren’t you?

There was no doubt in her mind anymore that Renee was just as much a low life, filthy, cock hungry slut as Ginger now. Oh maybe she didn’t chase after every swinging dick that pointed her way. But was there ever anything good to be said about a woman who fucked, and sucked dog dick like it was going out of style the way Renee had the last three days?

The problem was, she was stepping on her hypocrisy now at every turn. Of course she was no better than Ginger. How could she be? But then at least, she wasn’t any worse either, and swallowed every drop of cum the huge French Poodle sizzled down her throat. The stench of dog forgotten as she smiled to herself while the Shepherd unloaded up her pussy, and Ensign Pup, or was that yet another dog from the line, filled her rectum with his seed as well. She couldn’t wait to get the next three dog pricks in her now, and show that red headed hussy what real fucking was all about.

Yes, that’s it, Renee thought as the three dogs dismounted, and three more sniffed at her, I’ll make it a competition. I’ll show that dirty slut what a really nasty whore is capable of. Try and steal my man will she? Not fucking likely! And she turned to look Ginger’s way as the next three dogs in line took their turn at Renee.

One thing could be said though for Ginger, with the slutty attire she had on when they’d beamed her up she certainly looked as slutty as Renee felt. And too, Renee had to admit to being somewhat turned on now staring at her voluptuous red haired neighbor, and could easily see why Ginger turned most men’s heads her way. Hell, the woman oozed sex appeal from every angle. Her firm swollen breasts capped in pink pierced nipples demanded your attention first, and every subtle curve seduced the eye to wander to her center, where the bright, short cropped, thick, red mohawk thatch above her otherwise completely shaved bald pussy held the third quarter sized gold ring in Ginger’s clitty. Just looking at Ginger gave most men a hard on, and made more than a few women wet. Including, Renee could freely admit now, herself.

Dale had been after her to get pierced, or tattooed for years, not to mention wear those silly garterbelts, and such, and now that she’d seen Ginger almost naked she could see why. And the way the hounds now shifted more towards the red head, Renee figured tomorrow night she’d better start dressing the part herself as well. Just to keep the competition fair, she convinced herself, and maybe even turn Dale’s head around, or at least away from the back yard fence in the process.

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“The crew seems happy enough, doctor,” Drover said sipping Dog Bone’s smuggled lager as they watched the rutting take place in Kennel Club Forward over the intership feed scan on the doctor’s screen in his sickbay office.

“It’s a fucking royal gang bang, you mean,” Dog Bone chuckled, “that pack isn’t just rutting with the Earth bitches, they’re fucking every hole that they can get their cocks into, and you know it.”

“The two bitches seem to like it,” Drover said lamely, slowly turning the can with the Earth Logo on it with his right paw, “and besides, they’ve earned a little R&R after taking on the Felineous Confederacy, and half the Beta sector of the galaxy in this quest.”

“I’m not arguing that point, Captain. I’m just saying that we’re wasting a lot of opportunities with two thirds of every rut never making it to the bitch’s reproductive organs. And don’t forget, we still don’t know which of us are capable of impregnating them yet.”

“I thought you said these females were fertile? That it was just as likely that with your special formula that they could have a pup from each cock that rutted with them just in one litter.”

“I did, but if you’ll remember, I also said it was just as likely that only a few of us on this ship could successfully breed with the earth bitches. Which is why we’re setting up the landing parties to send down those closest to size, shape, color, and breeding of our counterpart Earth pets of the other bitches down there.”

“How soon will we know?” Captain Drover demanded with a growl.

“Well, the lab is still working on it, but we should have a good sample to lock on it after they come up here three days from now. At least with the first Earth bitch that we had brought up.”

“What about the third one you’ve found?” Captain Drover inquired. “Can we bring her up tomorrow as well?

“I don’t think so,” Dog Bone replied with a frown, “she lives with her dame, and sire, and is not quite as developed maturely as the other two. However the family unit does have a pet, which is why I wanted to talk to you in the first place. First off, he’s trained in security.”

“Oh?”

“He’s as dumb as dirt though, but he has one thing that’s in our favor.”

“And that is?”

The ship’s doctor handed him a two dimensional data print out then. He groaned inwardly at the implications, especially after relaying to the good doctor only moments ago his aversion to mating with these Earth bitches. The animal in the print could have been Drover’s identical twin brother Prince Rex, killed in the clash at Tabby 3 in the Andromeda sector three months ago. Which meant it also looked exactly like Drover as well.

“I see,” Drover sighed.

“Not only does he look exactly like you, Drover, but it seems he’s already opened the door for you with her as well. If her thoughts aren’t just fantasy, that is. From what the science officer can tell, she’s already been, shall we say, sexually intimate, if not exactly rutting with her pet, yet.”

“How so? Can you give me a visual?”

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Candy had waited until a half an hour after her parents went to sleep before sneaking out of her bedroom still dressed in only her diaphanous black night gown. Passing down the hall as quiet as a night tigress on the prowl she stopped outside her parent’s bedroom door. Her mother’s little snorts, and daddy’s log sawing told her that they were fast asleep all right. Now all she had to do was fetch Rover, and hustle him to some quiet nook in the house for an hour or so of intense doggy tongue lapping at her over heated virgin slit. The recently turned 18 year old honey blond had even shaved all of the blond curls off of her pubic area to make every tantalizing touch of that talented dog tongue sizzle against her hot human flesh.

She’d only just discovered two days ago how much Rover liked licking at her bare pussy, and that was by an accident of fate. Candy had just finished mowing the lawn, and was preparing to take a shower when Rover had simply walked in through the unlocked bathroom door right up behind her while she was lowering her panties. Candy nearly jumped out of her skin when the family’s pet black Great Dane’s muzzle had poked in-between her moist thighs, and lapped his tongue along the full length of her crack, but instead she froze in absolute fear, and panic.

And then Rover did it again, and again, his tongue lapping slickly along her moist sensitive groove. Candy’s slit exploded with sexual heat in an instant, and though she was no longer frozen in place with terror, the dog’s tongue action was just too wonderful for her to want to move away from it, or even scold, and push Rover away from his foreplay with her. She came on the fourth slice of that devious digit going into her vagina right up to her hymen. The fifth through the tenth lick by the dog had her body trembling in her first multiple orgasm. However guilt, and shame took over then, and she was able to push Rover away, and send him back the way he’d entered before she could be completely consumed by the fire in the pit of her stomach. The shower afterwards did nothing to cool her lust, but it did temper her decision to hold off any further sexual experimentation with Rover during daylight hours.

Candy found Rover laying on his rug in front of the fireplace, head on his forepaws, every muscle tense as he watched her approach in silence. Somehow he looked bigger than she remembered, and there was a light behind those eyes that whispered intelligence beyond his keen. But she dismissed her silly notions as just hyper nerves when the dog’s tail began to wag slowly back and forth hypnotically.

“Tonight’s the night Rover,” Candy whispered, reaching out, and petting the dog, scratching him behind the ears the way he liked.

Drover watched the young bitch trying to creep towards him in the dark, and making a horrible racket in the process. Even a three week old pup would have laughed at this miserable display of a hopeless, and inept hunter such as her.

However his disgust changed to interest when she spoke, and began to engage in the traditional mating ritual of his people. The tentative petting and scratching so similar to that of his own true life mate, Queen Geena, that Drover was enticed by the youthful seduction of the temptress immediately. And then when the scent of a full blown bitch in first heat tantalized his nostrils Drover was completely hooked. Just as any alpha male would be.

“Gonna let you bust my cherry tonight while I’m on the rag, big boy,” Candy was actually panting as bad as the dog now in her unnatural lust, “I just hope you don’t hurt me too much with that big thing of yours, boy. Come on, we’ll do it down in the basement, in the laundry room, among the dirty clothes. Oooooooooo shit, this is gonna be sooooooooooo nasty! Isn’t it? Oh hell, at least you can’t get me pregnant, but wouldn’t that be a real kick, eh boy?”

And when she turned, Drover got up on all fours, and followed close behind her twitching rump. If he didn’t concentrate too hard, he could almost swear that the human bitch had a tail wagging back at him under that flimsy black transparent see through wisp of gossamer she was wearing. It gave the starship captain the illusion of fur covered loins if not the practicality of real fur, and that’s all he really needed to mate with this younger human bitch. The lack of any fruity perfume on her body helped immensely as well.

“Yeah, in here boy,” Candy whispered, leading the dog into the laundry area, and shutting the louvered doors quietly behind them for a sense of privacy.

Now this was more like it, Drover thought to himself. He’d wondered if the humans had their own version of his planet’s love coves. And now he knew they did. The litter of clothing, piled up in heaps to romp on had all the human scents of this pack, with the rest of the barren coven as cave like as those back home, even if somewhat box like in appearance.

Candy shivered as she looked around the messy laundry room. Not always the best smelling place in the house, it nonetheless held that certain perverse taint the lithe young overly developed teen wanted right now, if not the comfort.

“Yeah. This is perfect. It’s so fucking nasty in here. Just right for us, eh boy,” and she scratched him behind the ears once again as he followed her to the biggest pile of dirty laundry on the cement floor. The dog’s tongue making her shiver in response when it swiped along the right cheek of her ass then.

Candy had been an adept field runner when it came to avoiding the lecherous boys at high school up to this point, even those hunky muscular black football players with their thick long penises running half way down their loose fitting trouser legs. But she’d kept her virginity long enough, she figured, when she’d found the one talented lover on Earth who couldn’t possibly knock her up, and here he was in her own home the whole time. To think it was a mere dog only made Candy feel that much more filthy for coming up with the idea, and feeling filthy, as she’d found out while fingering herself, was the greatest turnon of her young life.

“I’m such a whore,” she giggled, and stopping before the large pile of colored dirty fabric, Candy raised the hem of her night gown all the way to her waist, and bent over offering her ass to the family pet.

The visual effect of seeing all of that naked bare skin was lost on Drover. Up to now he’d been able to hold onto the illusion of fur on the human’s hide, but the scent of a true bitch in heat suddenly assaulted every membrane in the starship captain’s nostrils like a force ten phaser. Drover’s dick rushed to the call, and he stood up, on his hind legs, and prepared to mount the human bitch standing up, and from behind.

It then suddenly occurred to Drover that an Earth dog might not mount her standing up like this, so he returned to all fours, and gave the matter some further thought. The girl obviously wanted him to do something, or she wouldn’t have exposed herself that way, would she? Could it be that she was offering him Hamicoo? The ritual first tasting? If so, perhaps these humans had more honor than they’d been led to believe from the video images.

With a true humility at the girl’s offering, Captain Drover moved in, every sense in his body over powered by the fragrance of her heat. His tongue lashed out at the scalding slot, entering the cauldron of forever, and not stopping until it hit a fleshy barricade. Yes, it was clear now that this truly was her first rut, and as she convulsed around his tongue Drover felt the honor associated with the girl’s Hamicoo, and knew he was honor bound to make this first rut most entertaining for her. Else wise the bitch’s womb might dry up, and only make her acceptable to rut with during her heat cycle in the future, eliminating any chance of her acquiring the calling of a truly Sublime Whore.

Of course the next action called for was to lick her to three consecutive multiple orgasms in a row, or at least that was true back home. It might be different down here, but in any case he’d have to hold back until she got down on all fours for him, so that he’d know for sure that she was ready to be mounted by what she thought was her pet dog Rover.

Candy started to cum the moment the Great Dane’s tongue slammed into her hymen, and she hadn’t stopped cuming since. In all of their times together since that fateful shower Rover had never eaten her pussy with such vigorous enthusiasm, such incredible sensitivity, such … dedication to her body’s every erotic button. She could barely stand now bent over the way she was, as her knees wobbled turning to liquid making her legs unable to support her weight. It was almost like the animal knew everything that made her tick inside, her pussy like a flood washing his tongue in her continuous deluge of secretions. And if just his tongue made her ride the whirlwind, how the hell was she ever going to live through the main event?

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooo,” Candy moaned. She felt like such a slut bent over, her ass up in the air, bowed before a dog, and she’d never felt more alive in her life than at this moment. “Oh yeah, eat my pussy you nasty bastard! Uhn! Oh! Uh! Yeah! Like that baby! Cuuuuuuuuum … ing! Soooooooooooooooooo, goooooooooooood!”

Candy just couldn’t stand up any longer, and her knees gave out so that she crumpled down onto her hands, and knees on the pile of dirty laundry. The musty smell of soiled clothes assailing her nose just as the dog behind her hopped up on Candy’s backside with his front legs on her ass.

Drover was near to Hamicoo madness already. His cock already extended, throbbing between his hind legs with every beat of his heart. Thankfully it hadn’t taken more than two multiple orgasms for the girl to drop down onto all fours for him. Still, this was the part that he had to go very carefully. He would have to shove in hard to pierce the Micooze properly, but then hold still long enough for the girl to get accustomed to him before going on slowly, and building up to a natural rutting pace before the madness of the Hamicoo rut completely took them both over.

Looking down, he kept his front paws on her rump visually steering his cock right up to the girl’s wet slit before letting his upper body collapse on Candy’s back. Then panting for every breath in the girl’s left ear, Drover gave a tentative thrust forward easing his dick right in-between her lower lips, preparing for the first inevitable Thrust of Decision.

Candy trembled in fear, and anticipation both when the animal’s cock tip poked into the outer edge of her feminine folds at her heated opening. The weight of him had surprised her when he’d flopped down on her back slapping the air out of her lungs, and causing spots to swirl before her eyes. And she barely had time to bite down on the cuffs of her dad’s work pants when sudden pain like nothing she’d ever known stabbed into her most sensitive flesh impaling her like a fish on a spear. Her scream of pain, and terror muffled in the clothing in her mouth coming out as a mewling sound as nine inches of hard throbbing dog dick ripped into her in one gut wrenching thrust both stretching, and tearing her body in two as he defiled her virginity.

It took Candy several minutes to catch her breath from the sudden invasion, and thankfully Rover held still after the initial stroke of his pitchfork into her velveteen sleeve. Long enough for her to at least get accustomed to having her first cock in her pussy. Slowly, but surely the intense pain receded, and strangely enough the uncomfortable feeling that followed turned into a raunchy itch of kindled heat that grew into a burning fire.

“Mmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmm,” Candy moaned, then spat out the cloth, wagging her ass back as Rover began to slowly pump his dog cock in and out of her incredibly stretched out pussy, “yeaaaaaaaaaaah, oooooh that feeeeeeeeels wonderful!”

It took every bit of will power that Drover had to keep the slow building steady pace inside of the girl’s clinging tight snatch. His vision blurred in the Blood Fuck Lust of Hamicoo took them both over now. His dick spitting in little rapid fire spurts of pre-destiny no doubt causing the epileptic jerking of Candy’s body under him, as often happened in a Hamicoo rut with a first time bitch in full blown heat.

In and out, ever torturously building up the speed of each stroke so as to bring the Flowering Bitch right along with him. And indeed the girl called Candy was rocking back and forth now, meeting his every thrust as if she’d been born for just this moment. The diaphanous gown again giving him the illusion of fur covered flesh from his vantage point. Even though his hind quarters were slapping against bare skin. So that for the moment he was back on Rover Tick Prime with his life mate Queen Geena again in their own coven that first time so long, yet in real time but a scant year ago.

“Ooooooooooooooooooo … yesssssssssssssssssssssssss!” Candy hissed, as she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees like a true bitch for the family pet. Each breath she took filled with the musky smell of her defilement as she gave herself completely over to the bestial cravings of the dog on her back. “I … am … truly … your … bitch … noooooooooooooooww!”

And her soul lept over the precipice beyond the realm of humanity into the pit of never-ending orgasm as her body was wracked by one incredible gut wrenching multiple climax after another over, and over again. With each successive eruption singing her clitty, and electrifying her sensitive erect nipples simultaneously with that whore spot deep inside of her dog cock stuffed cunt. Until, as if awaiting the one thing that would set off the atomic blast building up within her molten core happened.

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Drover growled, and in his madness grabbed the girl by the back of her neck with his mouth, fangs bared, but not breaking the skin through her mane of hair, as at last the moment of truth had come, and the pressure inside of his balls from containing his pent up passion was finally released.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Candy yipped, as suddenly the dog’s cock literally began to hose down her insides right up against her womb.

The spray of super heated lava erupting from the animal’s prick into her most sacred orifice sizzled her twat, and fried her brain as every nerve ending in her body suddenly tripped every circuit breaker in her system beyond its capacity to cope with. The dog suddenly at the back of her neck biting through her hair made her freeze at once in place, as her muscles rippled along the full length of her body unable to sort out even one cohesive thought command from her brain before shorting out.

Flashing super novi filled Candy’s vision as the world around her swirled in a vortex. The outer perimeter of her sight fading to black growing ever closer to the center of her whirlpool until she was flushed down the spiraling black hole of oblivion enclosing around her.

Roger stared in total disbelief through the closed louvered door leading into the laundry room. He knew now what all the racket was about in his basement, and he stood frozen in shock at what he was witnessing.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Candy yipped.

And Roger knew immediately that the big family pet on his daughter’s back was cuming in the filthy little bitch. Then when her arms gave out, and her upper body collapsed down onto the pile of soiled clothing that they were fucking on, leaving her still on her knees with her ass up high in the air, he again began to breath. Still, he could not move. Whether from the real shock of finding his 18 year old princess locked in flagrant delecti, or because all of the blood in his own body had rushed down to his throbbing hard dick, he did not know. But one thing was certain. Candy was no longer his Virgin Princess. She was a full blown woman now, and even more obviously, a woman so perverse, so down right sluttish, and low as to give herself as a bitch in heat to a fucking dog.

“What a fucking whore,” Roger mumbled to himself, actually slobbering from the lips with his own lust as he stared at the finest looking piece of ass, (Next to her mother, of course.) in all of Hilldale Valley.

“What is it? What’s going on in there?” Marion inquired behind him. Her voice barely a whisper, as she’d been afraid there was a burglar in the house when she’d woken him up.

Roger moved slightly to the side to allow her to see. “It looks like,” and as Marion peered into the room, and her beautiful face filled with the same shock written all over his, “we haven’t been raising a princess all these years, after all.”

“OH NO!” Marion barely managed to contain her gasp by clamping her hands over her mouth in time, but the thought stood there between them none the less. “Our daughter is a … DOG FUCKER?!”

Roger moved away from the door then, and in behind his wife, who was still only dressed in her short white see through Teddy. He reached out, and pulled down her matching thong panties to her knees, opened his own robe, and spooned up behind his wife with his cock easily entering her now slick pussy in one smooth stroke as if his dick had radar.

Marion’s legs spread apart, and she bent slightly forward at the waist as Roger’s hands snaked around to cup her titties through the Teddy in supplication to her husband’s sexual demands. Even knowing that it was their daughter who had inspired his lust didn’t do a thing to turn her off, as seeing Candy mounted by the family pet, only a few feet away on the other side of the louvered door, had been the cause of her own instant heat as well.

Though it had never occurred to Marion that dogs could be used by women as a sort of living dildo, so to speak. Seeing the way Rover had Candy groveling like some uncontrollable demented slut now, gave her pause to wonder at what it would be like for her as well. That is if she took the thought to the next logical step herself. It certainly turned Roger on just watching such an obscene act take place, and with their daughter no less.

Yes, maybe this was just the thing to spice up their marriage a little bit, Marion thought as her body undulated, meeting every thrust of her husband’s hard throbbing prick into her sweltering pussy, and maybe I will shave my pussy for him, just like Candy’s is now. He’s been after me for years to do that, and now I can see why. I just hope he’s up to having two bitches in this family.

Part III: “It’s Seven Year Itching …”

“I can’t believe you’d consider molesting infants!” Renee raged at Drover as Dog Bone completed his examination of her in sickbay on his padded diagnostic table one week after first contact with the alien dog species. The ship’s science officer, the huge smug French Poodle named Pierre also standing silently nearby awaiting his captain’s next command, “And don’t try denying it! I saw you on the ship’s monitor in the doctor’s office. He told me he was studying your first away mission, but there’s no doubt in my mind that was Candy Jensson on the screen.”

“She’s hardly an infant, even by your earthly standards,” Drover grinned back. “I believe your people do let them legally vote, sign up for the military draft, and treat 18 year olds as adults in your law booths, or court rooms, as you call them.”

“Candy is still way too young to get pregnant!” Renee frumped, crossing her arms over her abundant chest.

“Not true,” Dog Bone interjected, “from my own studies, of course, I’ve seen millions of cases of much younger females on your planet having offspring. Unwed Teen Mothers I think you call them. And they seem no worse for the wear physically.”

“Physically, perhaps,” Renee flared, “but the rest of their lives can become a living nightmare from the stigma of raising their fatherless whelps all alone in a world that treats them like miscreants of society. As I’ve told you before, the word Whore, on Earth, doesn’t have the same honorific blessings bestowed upon it as it does on your planet. And a Dog Fucker is probably the worst kind of slut you can ever imagine being called down there, too!”

“But we aren’t dogs, we are Canis,” Captain Drover argued, his irritation growing in leaps and bounds at her obvious slur against his race, “a proud celestial intelligent species I might add. We just happen to look like your, er … dogs.” He spat out the last word like it were a foul turd in his mouth. “However, other than our outer appearances we Canis are much the same as you Humans in every other respect. With more similarities than I think you would care to admit, unless hard pressed to give into the truth because of your moralistic, self-serving values.”

“Be that as it may, Captain,” and Renee emphasized his command status, “I want your solemn promise that you won’t molest any more children!”

“We haven’t molested any of your PUPS!” Drover barked back. “Nor will we, I can promise you, mate with any of your species under the legal age of consent! We aren’t barbarians! And your own species can’t say the same thing. My science officer’s research alone has proven that there are still many adults on your planet, who even now, still rape their own young.”

Renee had learned early on that just like their mind powers the Canis could get into any computer hard drive down on Earth with impunity, and download every bit of information from any computer they wished to. Home, school, or even heavily secure court office, and government computers were easily hacked into by the Canis without the owners knowledge. So she wasn’t really surprised by Drover’s candor in that last statement. But she had gotten her point across, and that was all she’d wanted. They wouldn’t molest Earth’s children. Captain Drover had just promised that, and as she had learned, these people kept their promises. Wore them like badges of honor in fact.

“I’m finished,” Dog Bone broke the ensuing silence, “you can get off the table now, my dear.”

“What’s the verdict?” Drover growled in mongrel as Renee was taken away by security.

“This one is going to have twenty five pups,” Dog Bone reported pointing towards Renee’s departing back with a chuckle. “It would appear that our cocktail sauce has been even more successful than we could have hoped for. Each pup is from a separate ovarian egg of this bitch, and each egg fertilized by only one of 25 different crew members thus far.”

“Is one of them mine?” Captain Drover insisted on knowing.

“Yes,” Dog Bone replied with a grin.

“What about the other bitch?”

“The one named Ginger is the same, but with only fifteen pups so far. I won’t know about Candy, or her mother until you can bring them both up here for a complete physical, Captain. But since we already know that you have impregnated the other two with one of your pups, I don’t see any problem there. You, and at least 30 other officers and various lower ratings in the crew are capable of reproduction with the human bitches, and that is more than enough to start repopulation of our species back home once we get all the pups home.”

Turning to his science officer for a moment, “See to it that those selected by the good doctor here are on the first landing parties down, Pierre.”

“As you wish, Captain.”

“How soon before they start to deliver?” Drover turned his attention back to Dog Bone.

“Well,” Dog Bone said, thinking aloud, and he began to pace next to the examination table, “we now know that these humans take about nine months, on average, to gestate before labor takes its course, and as you know, Cani only take about six weeks by Earth’s standards of time to do the same thing. So at best guest … I’d say … somewhere in-between.”

“But that could be months!” Drover had already been thinking of the long voyage home, and hoping they could get started back in just under two months time, though that was completely foolish at best. His frustration at being away from Queen Geena for so long already sharpening an edge to his voice this past week. No telling what he’d sound like months from now, and he didn’t need his people thinking he’d lost it now. Not after success was finally in their grasp.

“I can’t help that, Captain. I’m a veterinarian, not a fucking stork!” That last word coming out in a strangled garble, a cross between mongrel speech, and English, as it was an Earth word for a symbol used to express the Fairy tale delivery system humans used when explaining where baby’s came from to their own pups.

“I dare say though,” Pierre said in a much calmer voice than the others in the room, “that with the doctor’s grayish white coat, he is the closest thing that we have to one on this starship, Captain.”

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Ensign Pup felt like the only intelligent being on the planet at the moment. So far this away mission had gone pretty much as expected. At least in as far as him replacing the near mirror image counterpart of the Leslie’s was concerned. However, other than being fed, and patted on the head by both George, and Gracie the Leslie’s had pretty much ignored his presence in their house. Leaving Ensign Pup, for the most part, to laying around on their dog’s rug curled up, awaiting for the first sexual opportunity that might come his way.

Yet, he’d already missed two such opportunities in the last two nights as the young couple closed their bedroom door right in his face before starting their love making. And he didn’t dare open the door himself for fear of giving away his identity. In any event, he’d ended up back on the stupid rug licking himself off in utter frustration to the sounds of each sexual adventure between the Leslie’s thus far. And now the weekend was over with, and so was his best percentage at completing his task based on the science officer’s calculations.

The annoying ring of the humans communications device brought him out of his morass as the human bitch bounced into the room and pounced on the thing like one of the pack attacking its prey. The skimpy cloth wrapped around her body from the cleaning booth opening slightly, to reveal that she was naked underneath, brought Ensign Pup’s interest back to the here, and now. He perked up immediately.

“I knew it was you!” Gracie giggled into the phone, and let the voice on the other end ease her tension, and caused her to relax on the couch as her pussy began to melt. “Yeah, he just went to work an hour ago. No, he won’t be back until after five this evening. So we’ve got all day to ourselves.”

Pup listened intently. The sleep mode teacher had been known to give out the wrong explanation with the Earther’s syntax, but if he was truly getting it right, from this side of Gracie’s conversation, she was about to be visited by some other suitor for her sexual charms. He’d been told that these humans sometimes cheated on their life mates.

Why they called it cheating was beyond the Ensign’s understanding completely. After all, on his planet, when a bitch was in high heat she took on all comers, in the middle of the street, in public view if necessary. It was how they had perpetuated their species from time beyond counting back. And up until the Canus sun’s recent solar flares had caused all of the females in their system to go sterile it had worked quite well. With each bitch having a litter of no less than three pups each when labor ensued six weeks later, if the rut had the blessings of the sire of the household that is. After all, each alpha male could only afford having just so many pups under his umbrella of responsibility in a life time. Even if weaning took only a year’s Earth time before the pup was educated, and responsible enough to be let out on its own without a leash.

Still, an opportunity, was an opportunity, and Pup got up off of the family pet’s rug, and stalked over on all fours towards Gracie. She sat up then, the device still at the side of her head, but now her knees were spread apart, and he could plainly see under the terry cloth as it had ridden up in front to just above her small patch of brown fur covering his true goal. This close he cold smell the sent of her rising heat as she talked to her cheater, and drawn in he just naturally moved in-between the human’s legs, and took a long slow lick up along that moist slit. And when she didn’t push him away, he took another, then another, and another.

“Ooooooooooo yeah, baby,” Gracie cooed into the phone as Spike’s voice did things to her body that her husband’s flesh touching her never had. Even now it felt like he was eating her out, and that was impossi … “Oh shit! No! Bad Dog!”

“What’s happening, BICH!”

And even with the phone fallen to the cushion after being startled by finding out that Dieter was the one licking at her, she could still hear the demanding tone in her black master’s voice. So instead of pushing the dog away, she picked her phone back up, and placed it to her ear.

“It’s the dog …” she started.

“So what’s he doing, licking you stupid cunt?” Spike interrupted with a chuckle.

“Er … um … ye … yes,” Gracie replied.

“So let him,” Spike ordered her, “he’ll just get you warmed up for me is all.”

“Bu … but … he’s … he’s a dog!”

“So? You’re a bitch. Nothing wrong with that,” came his cavalier comment over the phone receiver, but she did as he said none the less, and she found she liked what her husband’s dog was doing to her. It was almost as raunchy as her getting fucked by a black man.

So much in fact that Spike’s voice began to fade with each wonderful stroke of that salacious tongue slurping at her bare pussy. The last thing she heard being the click at the other end of the line as Spike hung up before heading to her house. He wanted to fuck her in her own marriage bed this time, and with Dieter priming her pump now, there was no way she was going to be able refuse him today, even if she wanted to.

Pup couldn’t have been happier. At last he had the human bitch where he wanted her. Spread eagle with his face in her cunt, and her legs, and hands holding him in place as she crashed into a third, and then a fourth multiple orgasm. He’d lied to Lt. Durable about his perverse desires for these human bitches. He found them to be the kinkiest bitches in the galaxy so far, and hairless, or almost so, made them just that much more naked to his young mind’s way of thinking, and they loved it down and dirty, just like he did.

But what really got his gonads fired up about these human bitches was that you could fuck them face to face, and actually observe through their facial expressions how much they loved getting royally fucked. Not to mention that in face to face fucking one could pay more attention to those wondrous milk producing sacks on their chests, or swap spit without getting your tongue bitten off. His suggestion to the Captain that they take at least one of the human bitches back with them when they leave was also being considered.

“She’d have to come willingly,” Captain Drover had said.

“She’d also have to have the prerequisite of not being missed by anyone on her planet if we took her, Ensign,” the science officer had put in as well. Dampening any further encouragement on his idea. Pierre always had a way of putting Pup, and his enthusiasm in place.

But now, with his front paws on either side of Gracie’s waist, still on all fours, and face to face, his throbbing cock at the portal to his mission’s goal, even Pierre’s smug demeanor couldn’t desolve his excitement.

“Wh … what the …” Gracie began as her eye’s flew wide open, and she saw the dog actually over top of her as if he were some kind of demon spawn about to.

And suddenly ten hard throbbing inches of dog cock speared its way into her human pussy in one pain searing lunge. It was like being staked out as a target for javelin throwers, and having a bulldozer thrown at you instead. Her cunt was stretched viciously wide apart bulging out around the intruding prick like a Mack Truck trying to fit into a one car garage. The ensuing pain of the sudden entry by the dog’s cock had her seeing spots before her eyes. And the shame that overwhelmed her at being taken by a mere dog was just as filthy, if not more so, than that first time Spike’s black prick had invaded her married white pussy. Gracie started cuming on that first stroke.

Oh YES! Ensign Pup thought, as the human bitch’s incredibly tight pussy clamped around his Canis prick. Now this is what it’s all about! Fucking! Wondrous, glorious fucking! Oh yeah, baby! Move that ass, bitch! And with Gracie already in orgasmic bliss Ensign Pup began pumping his cock in and out of the human’s pussy at a steady pace.

Gracie could actually feel the dogs fur covered balls rap, tap, tapping against her naked upturned ass now. And the dog was licking at her breasts just like a man might do, making her nipples spark, adding their intense pleasure to the carnival of thrills roller-coaster ride she was already on. Her arms and legs rising up to snake around behind the back of Dieter as she would for her husband, or Spike, or any other human lover so talented, and again she was whisked up into another multiple orgasm when the dog actually started French kissing her as they fucked.

The smell of dog assailing her nostrils, along with the gamy taste of his tongue in her mouth left no delusion though that this was anything other than bestiality at its grossest, most utterly foul, and degrading base level. Only the lowest kind of whore on Earth would even contemplate doing something this perverse, and obscene for money, and here she was enjoying herself without thought of any kind of payment, or the after effects of what might happen if she were caught.

Pretty much the same thing that would happen if George found out about Spike, Gracie thought reflectively, laughing inwardly, and raised her ass up to meet every downward thrust of her husband’s best friend, and now her secret best lover. And yet another humongous delirium overwhelmed her. This multiple orgasm lasting even longer, and more intense than the previous two, and she could only pant for breath in wonder at what awaited her down the jagged pit they were heading for at this stage.

************

 

“What do think Dog Bone?” Drover asked in the doctor’s stateroom after another sip from the can labeled Budwieser in human script.

“About their beer, or Ensign Pups idea?” Dog Bone replied easing down into his chair after grabbing another can from his cooler.

“Well, I already know what you think about their beer,” the captain snickered.

“You also know what I think about the Ensign’s kinkier nature, Drover. That pup would make a great porno star down there. He isn’t averse to trying anything the least bit connected to sex in any way, shape, or form. In that context, he’s a lot like you used to be, at that age. All balls, and no brains.”

“What’s a porno star?”

“Someone who gets paid for fucking in front of people. Or so the folks in bio-research tell me. That’s where we finally got the idea to try mating with the humans, if you remember. They were looking over some of what the humans call adult sites on their Internet, and found a great many video clips with humans fucking humans, before they stumbled onto those where the humans were fucking … well … animals. Most specifically our dog counter parts down there.”

“But they can’t procreate with dogs!”

“Yes, we know that now.”

“So why bother?”

“Because they can, I suspect.”

“You’re avoiding my question doctor.”

“Only because there’s no reason to answer it, Drover. You know as well as I do that we will require several living specimens of these people for further research back on Rover Tick Prime. And by living specimens I mean some of the mothers of our new pups. Preferably, we’d like it of their own free will, and by those who wouldn’t be missed by their society at large. But we also don’t want their miscreants either, which is why we’ve concentrated all of our first efforts on stable, well established, family oriented individuals instead of just the single live-alone career oriented females.”

“We also need them to be in their most fruitful season, and I have already promised not to take those under the age of consent, as you well know, doctor.”

“Not a problem really, since this species can breed up into their middle ages, and they live, some of them, up into their hundreds by earth standards. Most don’t even get started reproducing until well after their legal age of consent. So I’d say their most fruitful season would be between the ages of 18, and 32, with lots of gravy even after that.”

“So before 18 would be the tempering? How can that be when a Canis is ready within three years, and even considered an adult after just one year?”

“Because the way they measure time here is different, Drover.”

“Time is time, no matter how you measure it, Dog Bone.”

“True, but one of our years is equal to seven of theirs.”

“What?!” Drover sat straight up in his chair then. “How can that be? Why didn’t I know about this before?”

“We only just figured it out an hour ago, captain. I’m surprised that insufferable bore of a science officer hadn’t told you that already. After all, it was him that discovered the fact.”

“What fact?”

“That when we came through that proto star last month to avoid the race of felinoids, which took out your brother’s starship, we passed into another space time dimension. A parallel universe, if you will, captain. We are in a much faster time line here. These people live seven times longer than we do because of the nature of the time line in this universe. If we were to stay here we would live just as long as they do.”

“But only as long as our normal life span back in our own dimension, right?”

“In theory, they are actually one and the same, captain. When we go back to our own time line we won’t have aged any more or less by comparison.”

“So what you’re saying is that their eighteen year olds are only three years younger here than one of our three year olds back home?”

“Exactly. So you see, by keeping within the 18 to 32 year olds we’ve hit the mother load. So to speak.”

Drover wasn’t sure if his own grin was as big as Dog Bone’s self satisfied smirk, but if what the good doctor had told him was the truth, then they had indeed just found the mother of all mother loads. Another sentient race that they could successfully procreate with, with a dubious outcome of effect without Dog Bone’s G-Nome formula to decide which side of the line each chromosome was allowed to cross.

They could, in effect, come here as often as they needed, or wanted to for that matter, and without impunity. The Earthlings own space exploration stunted by, of all things, their formidable news media as a useless way to frivolously throw away good money after bad. A shame too, after what they had accomplished back in their early space age progress. Had they continued in that vein, with the passion of that time, they’d be thriving on that planet they called Mars by now, and working on a space drive to rival his own starship’s, which would have taken them to the stars, and possibly beyond. Even the tiny space station they had orbiting their planet now was nothing compared to what they would have had, and that included the base they still didn’t have on their moon. Because without those, there was no way the earthlings could ever know, or even suspect, that his starship was orbiting their planet.

“Bridge to Captain Drover,” came the call over Dog Bone’s intership relay.

“Captain here!” Drover spoke after flipping the transmit toggle, then released it.

“We’ve just been struck by one of the planet’s communication satellites, sir,” Lt. Durable’s voice as sultry under strain, as it was in her bed. “No damage to us, it hit our screens … but …”

“I’ll be right up!”

So much for them not being able to suspect he was up here, Drover thought, and with a quick salute, and one last sip of the doctor’s beer, so as not to offend Dog Bone entirely, he hurried to the bridge.

************

 

“Thrusters at station keeping, Captain,” Pierre said formally as he moved from the con to his science station. Drover taking his chair as the science officer vacated it.

“What happened?” Drover demanded, but not putting any one person on the hot seat by staring only at the star filled screen with the quarter Earth at the far lower corner instead.

“As far as we can tell it’s one of the American’s earliest communications satellites that ran into our navigation shield,” Pierre replied, “it’s so small, and powered down the way it was, it didn’t show up on our scanners until it contacted our shields…”

“And by then it was too late,” Drover finished for him. Then thinking on his feet, “Was it in use by the Earthlings when it happened?”

“No way of knowing sir,” Lt. Durable responded this time, “but if it was emitting a signal, I never picked it up, sir, and I’ve been tracking every piece of space junk they have orbiting this planet according to their record keeping.”

“So the consensus is?”

“It was probably shut down years ago,” Lt. Durable spoke again, “when the next generation, or so of communications satellites were put up here. They may have used it occasionally as a back up then, but after a while it has just been forgotten, or at best ignored.”

“Just the same,” Drover said, “let’s go to alert status. I want to know about anything related to those people losing any of their satellites.”

“Yes sir,” and this time the entire bridge crew answered as if one voice.

Part IV: “Where No Dog Had Gone Before …”

When Mary’s MTV suddenly turned into television static she turned off the TV in disgust. She loved doing her aerobics exercises with the music videos on MTV because they were the most frantic paced. Still, she’d been at it for close to an hour by then so she headed for the shower before preparing her dinner. This isolated cabin she’d rented up here in the Colorado Rocky Mountains for her sabbatical had everything she required. Water, indoor plumbing, electricity, and even a back up generator if that failed, but what she loved the most was the quiet up here. And as an independent computer programmer, she had more than enough money to take off for the entire summer.

Even General, her large German Shepherd loved it up here. Chasing rabbits, and squirrels, and any chip monk that came into his predatory zone. He hadn’t caught one, yet, but it was only a matter of time, she was sure. Mary stopped to pet him on the way to the shower. His eyes locked on hers immediately, with the most penetrating stare she’d ever experienced from her pet.

“Maybe it’s a good thing we lost MTV after all, General. I think tomorrow we’ll both start running up to the summit every day together. I hadn’t noticed it before, but you’ve put on a little weight. No more treats until you trim up.”

“Woof!”

“Yeah. I thought you’d like that idea,” Mary said sarcastically, her voice mirthfully musical, but serious nonetheless, had General taking his usual lick at her sweaty flesh.

He always seemed to like the taste of her salty perspiration, she thought, though usually he licked at her arms, not around her cleavage, and that made her giggle. Impulsively she gave General a big cuddly teddy bear hug, then stood up, let him outside to do his business, and continued towards the bathroom and her shower. With the satellite dish obviously out for the night she would be able to catch up on her reading material, and get to bed early tonight. And after her break up with Charles she needed a little fantasy romance reading, to put the hopelessness of that relationship in its proper perspective.

At 22, weighing in at 102, standing 5’4″ tall, the strawberry blond hair cascading down around her shoulders hugging her 36-22-33 pin up fashion curves, Mary knew how attractive she was to the opposite sex. She’d been linked to the number 10 for all of her life even though she didn’t consider herself perfect by any stretch of the imagination. The bathroom mirror mocked her self impression though as she stripped off her workout clothes. Then the hot water tingled against her blemish free flesh massaging away the tension built up from the last six months of life in the big city.

“Ooooooooooh yeah,” and she laughed at the guttural tone in her own voice. “Three whole months of this, and I won’t want to go home.”

Drying off after her shower Mary decided not to bother putting anything on other than her shorty night gown. Even snubbing the matching bikini panty so as to allow the mountain air a chance to kiss even her most delicate body parts. She was all alone up here with General, and modesty was no longer an issue. The short night gown, even as sheer as it was, and her only link to civility now, allowed her the feeling of being naked, yet dressed, both at the same time. She took the time to comb out her long wet tresses at the vanity in her bedroom, but decided against using any makeup, perfume, or even deodorant as there was nobody on the mountain who cared what she smelled like. And after all, she was squeaky clean from the shower.

Grabbing the top book from the pile in the closet, Mary headed towards the kitchen to make herself a salad, and some hot cocoa, before settling down on the living room couch to read. Passing General, she remembered to open a can of dog food, and filled his water bowl as well. He was waiting to be let in, so she opened the screen door before flopping down to her dinner, and the romance novel.

It was only a half an hour later that Mary realized she had one of the more steamier trashy sex soaked books from her collection. A romance novel to be sure, but laced with a great deal more sexual innuendo than the usual fair. And obviously written by a very horny woman at that. The itch came with the heat sparked deep in her pit, and she knew her nipples were erect by the way they were tingling.

Mary’s head coming out of her book only to look around quickly, a childish response, to make sure the coast was clear to continue reading such filth. Her eyes snapping back to the printed words after taking note of General laying on the carpet by the dying fire in the fireplace. She was still alone, and at liberty to scratch, or do anything else she wanted. Her left hand sliding down of its on accord down her nitey reaching bare flesh then to her scantly furred orange colored vulva. Fingers dipping into her fleshy folds familiarly, gently, insistently. Her total concentration on the book held in her right hand now as she masturbated at a leisurely pace with the words flowing with fire across each page. Mary’s legs parting to give her left hand better access.

When General’s cold wet nose brushed up again her right arm for attention, Mary ignored it as she always did under these circumstances. He would just go back to his rug when she didn’t respond like he always did. And when his nose pulled away she figured that was the case now without having to break her concentration on her book.

So when Gerald’s hand moved to fondle Rachel’s breasts in her book, her left hand moved up along her own taunt feminine torso, and under her nitey to do the same thing. The feather touch along her outer right thigh was as that of Gerald’s finger tips to Rachel’s flesh in the book. And as she squeezed her right tit in concert with Gerald doing the same to Rachel his finger tips moved around, and up along her inner right thigh as well. Gerald’s touch becoming bolder, and bolder until at last he was caressing their most secret, most sensitive, and sacred love garden. Mary groaning right along with Rachel as Gerald slipped his tongue past her swollen wet flowering petals only to go deep into her fiery molten lava pit.

“Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm…”

Mary’s legs spreading wide open, her right leg hanging off the couch now to allow Gerald the taste of tastes, right along with Rachel. Even hunching her bottom up at that demanding tongue the same way that Victorian Era slut in her Romance Novel was doing. It was strange how she could even actually feel the silk, and fur of the nobleman’s garments now caressing along her inner thighs as he licked at her, and Rachel’s garden of eternity. The way that talented tongue of his touched even her G-spot, and slid along her erect clitty like a real, live thing as it moved in and out of their wet slippery furnace. Almost like an actual living …

It was the sound that broke her concentration then, and not the touch. That familiar lapping sound that General made when he drank from his water bowl, only slightly more intimate by comparison, and definitely closer at hand. Mary’s eyes blurring the words on the pages of her book as her mind returned to the rented cabin in the Colorado Rocky Mountains once again. Yet the tongue in her pussy continued violating her flesh, and that tongue didn’t belong to Gerald. In fact, it didn’t belong to any MAN at all.

Lowering the book Mary saw what her brain had refused to conceive without absolute proof. That she was sprawled out lewdly on the couch in the main living area of her rustic log cabin getting her naked pussy licked at by her best friend on Earth. General’s eyes filled with an intelligent lust that she’d never noticed before as he groveled there in her open crotch. Oh sure, he never failed to take the opportunity to sniff at her there when she returned home from some errand or other, but this was something entirely new for both of them.

Mary instantly wanted to kick out and push General away in a natural shamed, and humiliating human response. However in the three years they’d been together, from puppy love when she’d purchased him, to now. She’d never had to do much more than scold him for chewing on a old pair of her shoes, and even then she’d ended up giving them to the dog so that he would leave her other shoes alone.

Even so, Mary was well aware that they were all alone up here, and even more aware that General was a very large, almost wolf sized predator in his own right. Hell, the dog weighed more than she did. And she’d read more than one article in her Kennel Club Magazine about German Shepherds being the most likely to turn on their masters in the last three issues to know she didn’t want that to happen with General. Of course those articles had only hinted at the cruelty of the dog’s owners in every case, but she didn’t dare take that chance in her present situation. And too, General’s tongue wasn’t actually hurting her either. In fact, it felt pretty damn good, and her last two mini orgasms were more than enough ample proof of that. As did the one she was even now fast approaching.

Another quick look around her showed they were clearly still alone with just the reading light on the end table above her head for illumination. An inner pressure building along every nerve ending in her body as General continued eating her pussy out. His eyes never leaving her face as he lapped her closer, and closer to a state of pure dementia.

Surely she couldn’t be considering allowing her pet the privilege of further violating her humanity, she thought. Not a … a DOG?

But Mary’s resolved died aborning as her body betrayed her, and tumbled down in free fall over the Cliffs of Climax towards the jagged edge of ecstasy waiting for her down below in the fiery bowels of Hades itself.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooh, yesssssssssssssssssssssssss! Yes! Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

************

 

“What do you have for me lieutenant?” Captain Drover barked over the conference room table.

“It’s just as I thought, sir,” Lt. Durable replied, “it was an infrequently used back up satellite for a cable TV conglomerate. They were using it at the time while doing a routine diagnostic on their main satellites, but even so it only filled in their network of broadcasting in the remote area of what they call the Rocky Mountains. When it failed they just switched to another satellite, and marked it down as no longer operational in their computer log’s archives. No subsequent contacts went out to their military because the unit had been considered useless for years.”

“I’ve verified Lt. Durable’s findings, Captain,” Pierre added.

“What about the landing parties?” Drover asked, this time turning to Dog Bone.

“We sent down the first group after Pierre confirmed Lt. Durable’s conclusions. Thirty five in all, captain. And it looks like Lt. Commander Damion from security got lucky right off. He’s the one we sent down to the Rocky Mountain area.”

“Where the satellite black out took place?” Drover asked, completely shocked.

“Yes sir,” Dog Bone replied with a mirthful gleam in his eye. “That’s the human bitch I told you about earlier. We think she will be more likely to come back with us of her own free will to the home world.”

“I thought you said she lived on the west coast, in one of the huge California cities, the one named after Angels, I think you said.”

“She did, but she’s on what she calls sabbatical for the next three months, isolated in a remote area at the foot of the Rocky Mountains with no one around for fifteen miles. If she never returned home, she wouldn’t be missed. She works at home alone. She has no family, or real friends, and has recently broken up with her only male companion. She’s a perfect 10 on our charts for an Earth mother specimen.”

“What’s her name again?” Drover inquired, allowing the tension to ease out of his voice now.

************

 

Mary couldn’t believe what a total slut she was quickly turning into here. It has to be the clean mountain air, and spring water, she thought to herself. No doubt the same was affecting her pet German Shepherd as well because he’d never been so bold as to assume it was his right to take sexual liberties with his mistress back in Los Angeles. And still his tongue ravaged her bottom even after bringing her to four successive mind bending multiple orgasms in a row. Even penetrating her spincter to lick inside her asshole. And each orgasm building on the previous one, sustained an even more lecherous raunchy conclusion in her sex warped mind.

Mary’s flesh oiled in her own perspiration as the heat the dog flamed in her loins oozed out through every pore in animal triumph. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that she had gone insane with total wanton lust for this newfound perversely exciting bestial pleasure. Even the obscenity of breaking one of every civilized society’s worst taboos only fanned the inner flames building up in her cunt.

“Oh yes, baby! Lick my cunt you dirty bastard! I love it! I even love the word CUNT! It’s so deliciously vile, so refreshingly filthy, isn’t it?”

Of course, she never expect General to reply, after all, he was just a dumb animal. Besides, it’s hard to talk with a mouth full of cunt, she reflected with perverse delight. And even wondered at washing her own mouth out with soap after this foray into the wild kingdom came to an end. Mary didn’t understand how her pet had gotten such control over her in the first place to make her act with sluttish disregard for everything she’d been taught by her dead foster parents. But she no longer cared either. She was General’s bitch now, and that’s all that mattered to her. After all, dogs didn’t brag like men did, and nobody was around for 15 miles to see what she and her horny pet were up to.

That she was already contemplating having him actually fuck her with his doggy dick no longer phased her either. It was the only logical next step to their relationship, and she could hardly fault the animal for taking what he had more than earned after the way he’d seen to her pleasure first. Unlike certain men she had the displeasure of associating with thus far in her life.

Mary was considering rolling off the couch to her hands and knees when General suddenly hopped up putting his forepaws on either side of her waist. Standing over her with his hind legs still on the floor she looked down along her body, and past her muff. There it was, as she knew it would be. Dog cock. Hard as steel, throbbing with the beating of the beast’s heart, bloody in color it bounced up, and down in mid air. A vile filthy living entity ready to take her like the bitch in heat she’d become, thanks to General’s tongue. Yes, Dog Cock, with that disgusting canine knot back towards the sheath it emerged from, and all for her. Yes her, General’s new, and perhaps first true bitch here on Earth.

With studied perception, General stared her down, his intent assured, her pussy paid for. Mary was his now, all of her, body, and soul. His hind legs walking forward slowly brought the barbed tip of his still growing prick right in between Mary’s lower petals as if he really were a man. Already she could feel the intense heat emanating from that animal prick at the entrance to her seething human cauldron. Mary’s hips writhed up in supplication as if begging the dog to hurry up and stick it inside of her. It was the moment of her truth, her destiny, and she refused to faulter now. No other slut in the galaxy was as wanton as Mary was right now. She raised her legs up in the standard V of a common whore on each side of General’s flank.

“Fuck me General! I’m your bitch now, boy! Fuck me! Fuck your bitch! Fuck ME!”

Damion gazed down at the nearly naked human bitch with his own blood lust. The damp cloth like a second skin on her smelled of her, and only her. The flames of high rut permeated his very core, his every panting breath stoking the inner fires, and blurring his vision as he heard her beg him to fuck her. Then, in total Alpha Stud mode, Damion rammed the full length of his prick deep into the human bitch’s tight, silky soft, moist cunt as she’d requested.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnn!”

It was a good thing that nobody was within a 15 mile radius of Mary’s rented summer cabin, because they would have surely had a heart attack hearing that scream shrieking through the mountain air. It sounded like a cross between a wounded dragon falling on a sword, and finger nails raked across a chalkboard.

Mary’s eyes were filled with blinking stars, and she was sure that somebody had parked their pickup truck in her pussy by mistake. She couldn’t remember her cunt ever being so suddenly stretch, or stretched so thoroughly to its elastic limits by a cock. Any cock. She compared the pain involved in the dog’s prick spearing into her like pole sitting a 16 inch gun barrel of a battleship just as it let off a broadside. That she began cuming the moment that animal dick, her dear sweet own General’s prick, entered her was probably the only reason that she was still even slightly conscious. Mary imagined the pain to be like having a new born pulled out of the womb by a rocket, but in reverse. However as the pain, turned numb, the pleasure kicked at her womb big time.

Every nerve in her body was over sensitized, giving off sparks that rushed to Mary’s brain at the speed of thought. From the tips of her toes, to the hair follicles on her head she was tingling in a sympathetic vibration of Eros. And she was breathing as if at a lamas class as General’s cock began to move slowly in and out of her fuck hole. The knot of his cock pulling, and pushing at her cunt like a plunger in a toilet bowl. Her arms, and legs of their own accord going up, and around General’s back to keep him from going too fast. Mary wanted this moment to last forever, as the next orgasm washed over her building on the last one, and she knew the end of this ride would end up in a liquid splash down after orbital reentry.

It was too bad dogs couldn’t really mate with humans, Mary thought in passing, and not for the first time in her life either. Her mind in a whirling funnel gunnel of ecstasy though this time. Having a mate who didn’t think they had the right to control your life, was there for constant support, and nurturing, and nearly swooned in bliss when you gave them just the slightest amount of attention. A life mate that you could talk to, and who just listened? Who had a hard cock whenever you needed one? Yeah, it was just too bad she couldn’t marry General, and have his pups. What a wonderful world that would be to live in.

In and out the dog’s cock pumped Mary’s pussy like an oil derrick, bringing her to five glorious orgasms, and each one better than the last until at last General’s dick started hosing down her womb.

“Ah! Ah! Oooooooooooooooooooooooh! Oooooooooooooooooh, Shit! Shit! SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!”

Lava hot, dog cock erupted deep inside of Mary’s fuck hole, and the damn thing just kept on spraying like some demented fire hose right up against her cervix. There was no doubt in Mary’s mind now that she was General’s bitch. No doubt whatsoever. It was her last thought before passing out cold.

Part V: “These Are the Voyages…”

“Captain’s log, Star Date… unknown,” Captain Drover spoke into his personal recorder, “thus far we have collected 39 different human bitches aboard the Starship Canis 1, and impregnated them with our pups for transport back to our own dimension, and to Rover Tick Prime. Along with those away parties who have been successful, that makes 52 of the Earthling females now carrying our pups. I have Dog Bone’s personal assurances that we now have more than a sufficient number of different dames amongst the new pups to revitalize our own gene pool back home.”

Drover turned his recorder off then not wanting to put anything negative in his log this time. Negative in the sense that he had no idea how long the human bitches would take to bring their pups to term. Three weeks along the one called Renee looked like she’d swallowed a foot ball whole.

“I look like I’m four, and a half months pregnant,” Renee had griped, but then she was carrying 25 healthy Cani fetuses in her belly, too.

“If that’s true,” Dog Bone had replied, “then you’ll deliver in about three more weeks, I think.”

The other reports were pretty much the same, but Drover hesitated at being encouraged by this good news. And even if it were true, they wouldn’t be leaving Earth orbit for another six weeks since the last landing party had only been beamed down just hours ago. Of course they had enough pups growing in the Earth females now, if there were no miscarriages, and they could possibly leave in two months if they had to. However he wanted to give each alpha male in his crew the chance to bring home at least one offspring from this mission, and the four down on Earth now were on their last chance for that.

************

 

“Oh my!” Betty gasped when her secret black lover entered her bed room with a huge Rottwieler at his side. He’d said he was bringing another one of his friends over to share her “Married white ass,” with. But she’d never have thought Rick meant man’s-best-friend. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Not at all, slut,” Rick grinned back, “and you be extra nice to Slick too, Bitch! He’s saved my ass more than once, and deserves some good pussy.”

Sitting up on the foot edge of her marriage bed, dressed in only a black garterbelt, nylons, and her favorite fuck-me pumps, Betty wondered at how her life had turned to shit in such a short time. True, she’d been swept off of her feet by the black postal worker, but even that she could blame on her husband, Ted Proctor’s, busy work schedule, and no time, or energy left over in him for her. However she had no excuse for letting Rick take control over her the way he does now. Suggesting in the beginning of their relationship that if Betty liked black cock so much that he could bring over a friend occasionally for a threesome seemed not only exciting, but perversely vindictive towards her husband at the same time. And when the threesomes turned into foursomes, and then more some, and all out afternoon gang bangs later on, Betty couldn’t help but think it as justifiable retribution. Betty had allowed herself to be turned into Rick’s white trash Ho all right, but before this moment, she had never considered his suggestions insane.

“You can’t be serious!” Betty cringed in fear as the animal slowly moved towards her. Her body frozen in sheer panic at this developing nightmare. “He … he’s … a dog!”

Though Betty’s voice shrilled in terror at her black lover, her eyes never left the advancing mutt. She hadn’t even realized that she was sitting across her right leg such that she was totally exposed to the approaching animal. So that when Slick was right there in front of her, and his silky tongue licked out against her bare thigh, only inches from her steaming slit above her nylons, Betty was shocked at her own body’s reaction. The pink nipples on the petite brunet’s abundant chest sparked instantly as if Rick had pinched them as he did sometimes to tease her. Her taunt stomach muscles rippled along her torso sending relay runners down to her cunt with messages of wonderful things yet to come. Her cunt itching as if it were the new home of a fire ant colony.

“Yeah,” Rick chuckled taking a seat next to her vanity, “I knew that talented tongue of his would get to you. You ain’t the first white bitch he’s had, and you won’t be the last, baby. Just let him do his thang, and he won’t hurt ya. Relax baby. You might learn to like fuck’en him so much that you have your ole man buy you your own dog after today.”

************

 

Dale stared, frozen in place in absolute horror. This had to be a nightmare! It just had to be! Yet only ten feet away, there on his living room couch was his wife, and their next door neighbor, that stupid red headed bimbo Ginger, both naked, with swollen bellies, and in labor. He’d been dreading this day as if his life were at stake, and had figured that both women were pregnant by him.

Of course it was a bit of a kinky turn on too, just thinking about the fact that he’d been responsible for knocking up both his wife, and Jimmy’s wife at the same time. But it had also kept him on the verge of pissing his pants over the consequences of his actions as well. However that wasn’t why he was frozen in place with every nerve ending in his body wanting to run for the hills and unable to.

Dale had just come home for lunch, and barely walked in the front door when a huge grayish white hound standing upright on its hind legs had simply materialized right there in his front room. Stranger still was seeing both women naked on the couch in labor discussing it with the dog, and hearing the dog reply in perfect soothing English, just before spotting Dale standing in the alcove entranceway, and pointing a metallic object at him.

Dale hadn’t been able to move since then. But being frozen in place there with his eyes wide open he was a witness to the most incredible thing to ever happen on the entire planet. He would have fainted when the first puppy came out of his wife’s cunt if he hadn’t been held in place by some invisible force that made no sense. And he would have lost his breakfast twenty minutes later after 11 puppies had entered the world from Renee, and Ginger gave birth to her first pup then. And only two puppies, both black in coloring, looked like the same breed even though they came from different wombs. It was only then that Dale remembered the fantasy play, from when he’d told both his wife, and later his secret lover next door to pretend they were fucking a real dog. It wasn’t until two hours, and 40 puppies later, when Dog Bone turned off the nural parilizer that Dale passed out cold on the floor.

“You know Ginger,” Renee sighed in exhaustion, “it was worth it just to see that look frozen on Dale’s face for two hours.”

************

 

“H … he’s … he’s eating my pussy!” Betty squeaked out. She wanted to jump out of her own skin, but she was too petrified to even move away from Slick, or scarier still, try to push him away.

“That’s it, boy! Lick that HO! She just loves it kinky!”

Betty was horrified by what Rick was making her do, but she was also damn near wetting the bed covers with her admittedly reluctant, but growing sexual excitement, too. Of course, she would never have openly admitted to Rick that the nastier things got, the hotter she became. But then she didn’t really have to since he’d figured her out months ago.

“Oh yeah, Slick,” Rick taunted her through the dog, “I told ya this Nigga lov’en white slut digs fuck’en best when it’s down amongst the filth, didn’t I?”

Betty gasped, leaning back onto her hands like a tri-pod as the dog’s tongue licked right up into her human vagina. Like a feather with radar guided to caress the inner lining of her pussy, that tongue lapped at her soul as much as at her flesh, and she nearly swooned into her first orgasm shivering at the edge of her marriage bed.

“He, he, that’s it baby,” Rick chuckled, unzipping his pants, and taking his big black dick out to play with as he watched the bestial scene unfold before him, “enjoy yourself. A dog ain’t much different than fuck’en with Nigga’s.”

Betty felt totally humiliated by her black lover’s words, and the streak of masochism that ran rampant through her flesh then was like walking through a spring rain made of napalm. Her elbows giving out making her lay back on the mattress, and causing her legs to come unfolded under her, and parted by Slick moving in-between them. She was now in the standard snow angel making position, or if you prefer, spread eagle like a prostitute about to receive her next paying John. The only thing wrong with this position was that there wasn’t any snow within thousands of miles, and it wasn’t a paying John that hopped up half on, and half off the bed between her legs now.

“No Rick! Please! Please don’t do this to me!” Betty’s voice whimpering as the animal over top of her panted while walking forward with his hind legs, his forelegs on each side of her thin waist, and his tongue lolling about splattering doggy dribble over the front of her torso sizzling against her skin, blemishing her perfect soft bare flesh in her mind.

And then even Betty’s vocal chords petrified as the dog’s barbed prick came in contact with her vagina’s outer lips, the point slicing neatly into her almost a full half an inch. The Rottwieler suddenly freezing in place just like her. For that one long drawn out moment Betty again knew the terrifying apprehension of being a virgin about to be deflowered. Only she wasn’t really a virgin, by any stretch of the imagination, that is, unless one included having sex with the animal kingdom for the first time as an add on into her sexual portfolio.

“Do it Slick!” Rick choked. “Fuck the dirty Bitch!”

As if the dog actually understood what his master was saying, or agreed completely with Rick’s intentions, Slick’s hind end rammed forward. Betty’s eyes went wide in shock as nine solid slippery inches of thick throbbing dog prick suddenly stretched out her cunt like a thrown javelin spearing into her soft wet folds. Her mind locked up then like a steel cage door in a prison had closed. However her vocal chords were at last defrosted now.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

************

 

“Your daughter Candy is doing fine,” the strange alien dog standing upright on his hind two feet said in perfect English, “as you can see she doesn’t even have any stretch marks from the experience.”

Roger, standing on the other side of Candy’s bed from the alien dog doctor barely paid any attention as he watched Candy feed her three black pups from her milk swollen breasts. He’d gotten use to being around the Cani after their Captain had fucked his teenaged daughter in the laundry room almost 6 weeks ago, and later revealed who he was, even bringing back the real Rover from his starship two days later, well fed, and well groomed.

“What about Marion?” Roger inquired.

“From my examination it won’t be long before she goes into labor as well. Maybe a couple days. If you want, I can get rid of the stretch marks from when she delivered Candy years ago.”

“Really?”

“Certainly,” Dog Bone replied, “and that scar on her right leg as well. You can consider it a payment for services rendered. I can’t give her the regenerative until after she delivers, but according to my people in bio, your wife will look many years younger afterwards as well.”

“How young?”

“Well certainly no younger than Candy, and probably more like only a couple years older.”

“They’ll look like twins,” Roger thought out loud, and beamed with pleasure.

************

 

Betty’s mind was a raging inferno of hellfire, and brimstone guilt as her body exploded with Vesuvious like devastation, in an orgasm like none she’d ever experienced in her life, when the dog’s cock entered her. Her thoughts racing back to when she’d first fucked Rick, and thought to herself what her father would think of his little darling daughter then, that image in her mind ten fold now with the cock of a mere dog inside of her cunt now. She was a dog fucker now. The lowest life form on the planet by anyone’s standards, and nobody knew that better than Betty herself. However as bad as that was, Betty couldn’t get over how wonderfully exciting, and how incredibly nasty good she felt with all of that filthy dog cock now pushing in and out of her at the pace of a jackhammer.

“Ah man! You gots to be the nastiest fuck’en Ho in America, babe!”

“On that,” said an entirely new voice from the open bedroom door, “we both are in agreement.”

The sharp report from the .357 magnum in the man’s hand slammed into the bedroom like a bolt of lightening. The bullet hitting the dog in the left ear, and exiting out of the right side of Slick’s head created a cloudy mist of blood and brains that settled on everything in its path all the way to the wall six feet away. Betty’s scream in response to her next orgasm died aborning in her throat as Slick, his cock discharging in her pussy, suddenly collapsed over top of her. A pool of rust colored blood gathering along her upper left arm on the bed linen next to her after flowing down from the gaping wound in the side of Slick’s head.

************

 

“But Captain!” Dog Bone argued back with a persistent growl in his throat. “We can’t leave! Not yet, at least.” The veterinarian easing off at the end just a bit. After all, what he’d just said was true. They couldn’t leave right now. In fact, they couldn’t leave for the next two weeks at best, maybe three, and Captain Drover knew it. Those human bitches that had been impregnated wouldn’t come to term until then, and they didn’t dare leave any pups behind as evidence that they’d ever been here. Not to mention what might happen to a pup from their world, or what it would have to go through if left behind, ending up living down on Earth all of its life.

“Doctor,” Drover’s voice trembled in the silent conference room, “I have called back all of the remaining away teams, and we will leave in two weeks!”

The death of Ensign Bear by the husband of that Earth bitch Betty Proctor had been more than a bucket of cold water on their plans. It had a demoralizing effect that Drover knew would run rampant through his crew if they stayed here much longer.

“Besides doctor,” Drover continued, “wasn’t it you who told me only just one full Earth day ago that we had more than enough pups now? Only the thought of leaving even one of our offspring behind on this violent planet keeps me from ordering the engineers from starting up the main engines right now!” Then turning to his science officer; “Pierre, notify everyone onboard to start getting the ship ready for departure. We leave for Rover Tick Prime in about two weeks, and no more than three if that’s what it takes.”

*************

 

EPILOG:

Captains Personal Log: Star Date Alpha Zulu 201.6

“We are at last entering the home system four Earth weeks after departing that seed world, and its parallel universe, and I for one could not be happier. Still, the 406 female, and 37 alpha male puppies we are bringing home to repopulate our worlds while gratifying, are but a humble start. The price for our quest has cost the federation one complete starship, and crew, and me personally a brother in the Felionous System, and one of my own crew members down on the seed planet’s surface.”

Drover shut down the recorder. To continue his log on the bridge here would have caused concern amongst his bridge crew, and it was unseemly for a starship captain, let alone a king to shed tears in front of anyone but his life mate. Bear’s sudden death, and their later retrieval of his corpse from a dumpster near the Proctor residence had already caused more than its share of demoralizing his crew as it was. There would be no more journey’s in space for Drover after this. The council would never tolerate it.

There would be an all new cast of starship captain after this mission came to its end, he had no doubt, and as the last living adult Alpha male of his house, and ruler of the Cani he would not be considered expendable. Of course, there would be a new building furor with real weapons of destruction placed on the new starships the federation would surly start constructing in preparation for future expeditions. If they’d learned one thing from this mission it was that life beyond Rover Tick Prime was predatory in the extreme. And he was glad he hadn’t left even one single pup back on Earth. Drover didn’t even want to imagine what life would be like for a full Alpha telepath growing up on that world of insanity.

************

Betty lay back in the maternity bed in total exhaustion. The bed at the Saint Regis Home for Wayward Women. She’d escaped the humiliation of a public divorce by signing the papers her husband’s lawyer had written up, but that had left Betty homeless, and virtually penniless as well. The nuns at Saint Regis had only taken her in when she’d fainted on their doorstep looking as obviously pregnant as any of the other unwed mothers living there at the moment. The only problem with that was she knew she couldn’t be pregnant, at least not the nine months pregnant that she looked like on her arrival here. In fact she shouldn’t have been pregnant at all what with being on the pill since puberty. But she was, or had been up until an hour ago when at the stroke of the bells in the steeple at midnight, Betty Proctor went into labor. The two pups, one female, and one male now suckling at her breasts left her mind contemplating suicide at the repercussions once the nuns came to wake her up in the morning.

It was only later, after she had delivered the afterbirth, and gained enough strength to think properly that Betty decided that the nuns would only find an empty room where she had once been when they arrived in the morning. And in less than three hours, Betty, along with her twin Rottwieler puppies left the sanctuary of Saint Regis Home for Wayward Mothers, and headed up the west coast towards Portland, Oregon where her mom, and dad lived.

She could always talk her daddy into giving her a grubstake to start her own business, and then move on up to Seattle, Washington before her parents heard from Ted, or his lawyer. Once there, Betty would change her last name back to Carpenter, and get lost in the day to day living, and raising of her babies. She had a plan now, and while it involved incest, it surely didn’t involve mankind any more. Her sanity no longer a variable in Betty’s equation.

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1. ultra — March 21, 2009 @ 2:53 am
   

   Good hot stories. Who knows maybe we are visited by beings from the beyond who are maybe fucking our women.

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