Barking in the Darkness

The undergrowth trembled as Tsume dropped to all fours, the muscles in her back contracting beneath her torn uniform. Her body shifted—vertebrae rearranging with damp cracks, nails growing into curved claws. Hana, a few feet away, was already growling against her own leather muzzle, her hips trembling involuntarily as her clothes disappeared.

Miguel watched, his fingers interlaced under his chin. "You smell better like this," he commented, poking the air with his boot to make Tsume lift her face. "Less human. More... useful."

Tsume tried to growl. The sound that came out was a high-pitched whine—the same one his pet dog made when she was in heat.

The Kennel Rules:

1. Diamond Collars: Mother and daughter received engraved pendants—"PROPERTY OF MIGUEL"—that glowed whenever they licked his penis.

2. Hand-Feeding: In bowls. Tsume would kneel to lick the milk spilled between her fingers, while Hana ate directly from his palm—with her tongue, never her teeth.

3. Obedience Training: When Miguel whistled, they would come running. If they hesitated, they received shocks to their nipples through the silver piercings.

4. Supervised Mating: On full moon nights, he would tie them with a double leash and watch as they mounted him—always ending with him claiming the "mistress of the flock."

The First Command:

"You seem eager," Miguel pulled on the leashes, forcing them to look at his penis already dripping pre-ejaculate. "Do you want to serve or be served?"

Tsume growled softly, her golden eyes gleaming.

"You're jealous of the bitch who gets to receive my sperm first, aren't you?" He laughed and spat in her face. "Lick." Clean your daughter.

Hana was already writhing, kicking her hind legs on the ground, when Miguel inserted two fingers into her swollen vulva.

"Look..." He showed his sticky fingers to Tsume. "Your little girl is dripping. Want to share?"

Tsume lunged forward—not to bite, but to lick his fingers with canine devotion.

When Miguel finally penetrated them, it was in the right order: first Hana, face down with her rear end raised (a violent spasm when he grabbed her by the collar), then Tsume, standing, leaning against a tree (a growl turned into a howl when he called her an "old bitch in heat").

The climax came when he put them face to face, forcing Tsume to lick the semen that dripped from Hana's vagina as he ejaculated onto their tongues.

"Good girls," Miguel stroked their ears, now permanently pointed. "Tomorrow... we'll bring the rest of the pack."

They wagged their tails.

After all, even she-wolves need a leader.

And they had found theirs.

"Thank you, Master."

(The barking echoed until dawn)