After the Visit

The front door closed with a heavy final click behind your father.

For a long moment, silence filled the house.

Then your mother let out a soft, relieved sigh and smiled at Dorothy.

“Well… that went better than I expected,” she said lightly. “He didn’t even scream this time.”

Dorothy chuckled, still gently petting your head as you continued lapping lazily between her thighs, tongue hanging out, tail wagging slowly.

“He’ll get over it,” Dorothy replied. “Or he won’t. Either way, Slutcunt belongs to me now. Permanently.”

Your mother crouched down beside you. She ran her fingers along your fluffy blonde tail, then down to the fresh brands above your cage.

“You really are beautiful like this,” she whispered, almost tenderly. “I always knew you’d be happier as a dog. No stress. No responsibilities. Just cock, cum, and Mommy’s love.”

She stood up and kissed Dorothy on the lips — slow, deep, and intimate. The kind of kiss that spoke of many secret nights together.

“Thank you again for taking him,” your mother murmured against Dorothy’s mouth. “Elena is… addictive.”

Dorothy smirked. “And your son makes the perfect bitch. We both win.”

Your mother gave you one last pat on the head.

“Be good for your new Mommy, sweetheart. I’ll come visit again in a few months… maybe bring Elena so she can meet you properly.”

She left without looking back.

The moment the door shut, Dorothy’s entire demeanor shifted. She tugged your leash hard, forcing your face away from her thighs.

“Up on the couch, Slutcunt. Ass up.”

You scrambled onto the couch immediately — chest down, ass raised high, tail flagged and wagging. Fresh drool poured from your tongue onto the cushions.

Dorothy climbed behind you, her thick cock already rock-hard.

She slammed into you in one brutal thrust, making you bark loudly.

“Arf—! Arf-arf!”

She fucked you hard and fast, one hand gripping your tail like reins, the other slapping your branded ass.

“That’s right,” she growled. “Your own mother sold you to me. Traded you away like a puppy she didn’t want anymore. And your father couldn’t stop it.”

She leaned down, biting your shoulder as she pounded you.

“You have no one left. No parents. No old life. Just me. Just the pack. Just this cock.”

You barked and whimpered in agreement, tongue flopping, eyes rolling back with every deep thrust.

Dorothy came hard inside you, flooding your guts while growling in your ear:

“Mine. Forever.”

She stayed buried deep, breathing heavily against your back.

Then she whispered the words that sealed everything:

“Good dog.”

Your mind went perfectly blank and happy. A soft, content whine escaped your throat as your tail wagged furiously.

Dorothy smiled against your skin.

“Tomorrow we’re going back to the park. The whole neighborhood is going to use their favorite breeding bitch again. And this time… I’m going to film it.”

She finally pulled out, cum pouring from your stretched hole.

You stayed in position — ass up, tail wagging, tongue hanging out — completely at peace.

No more parents.

No more old name.

No more escape.

Just Mommy.

Just the pack.

Just endless summer days as the perfect, drooling, leaking, neighborhood breeding bitch.