Furry (Dog Girl)

Which is how, ultimately, Sam came to take Cass out for a walk.

Sam had a glass of bourbon as she watched Cass strip off the gray pantsuit. No underwear beneath...and Sam had raised an eyebrow and admired the curve of her ass, the puffy shaven mound whose labia was little more than a slit in a peach, the modest breasts with the large pink areolas...and then the tall woman had unlocked her suitcase and opened it on the bed.

The glasses and ponytail came off first. Then the dog-ear headband went on, to hold back that long black hair. The long, bushy tail ended in a metal plug half the size of Sam's fist. Sam's fingers found their way to her slit as she watched Cass lube up the plug, then hitch one long leg up on the bed and spread her ass as she pushed it in. Something told Sam that this wasn't the first time, either...there was no hesitation, only a tremble of excitement.

Then the furry shoes and gloves that reduced her hands and feet to paws...and finally...Cass held out the pink collar and ****-chain. With her paws, she couldn't put them on herself. Sam drained the last golden drop from her glass, and as she stood up the bourbon burned pleasantly inside of her.

She cinched the collar, but not too tight. There was a little metal dog-bone tag hanging from it. Cassie engraved on the flat surface. The chain slipped on over that, and Cass dropped to all fours. Looked poignantly at the door. A whine came from her throat that was almost inhuman.

Still topless, clad only in her panties, Sam sighed. It was late enough she didn't expect anyone out tonight...or maybe she was already buzzed enough that this seemed exciting. Either way, she found herself opening the door, and Cass led the way out into the warm moonlit night.

It was warm, but Sam's nipples were hard, and maybe it was the warm air or the bourbon that brought a flush to her skin...and Cassie sniffed at the night air, and tugged Sam down the concrete path to the sidewalk, then turned left. They strode, one on two legs and one on four, two naked women past the dark houses with windows like eyes. Sam shook as she imagined who might be looking out through those windows...who might see the pale naked women in the moonlight...what excuses she might offer.

Cass walked on toes and forepaws, ass high in the air. Sam knew where she was taking her...there was a children's playground, visible from the road, only a block or two away.

Sam gave the furry bitch her lead. She wasn't sure how far she would go with this, or what Cass expected of her. One little tug and the chain would tighten around the tall woman's throat, but Sam didn't know if that was what was supposed to happen or not.

I just want my pussy licked, Sam thought with a sigh. How did it come to this?

There was a fire hydrant right in front of the playground. Cass made a beeline for it, a sinking sensation developed in Sam's stomach...but she let the doggie have her lead, and when Cass sniffed at the spot marked by every neighborhood dog, and turned to lift a leg, Sam was not terribly surprised...but what did surprise her was that she did not close her eyes or turn her head as a thin golden stream arced out from Cass' cunny to splash against the red paint.

Not Sam's normal kink...but as the sweat began to drip down her ribs, and a damp stain on her panties grew, Sam found she could not turn her eyes away. It was such a simple thing, and yet...as the piss dropped down to a dribble, to drip down that shaven slit, it looked like such a wet, juicy pussy...and then the blue eyes focused on Sam.

Cass trotted up. The brown ears floppy on her headband. The naked furry sniffed and panted, nuzzled at Sam's crotch. Suddenly aware of what she wanted, Sam looked around...but they were alone, at least for the moment. With a shiver of fear and excitement, Sam dug her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down.

She rested her ass against a spring rider, legs spread apart a little. Eagerly, Cass buried her face in Sam's crotch...and as that hot tongue slid against her clit, Sam closed her eyes and sighed. This is what it was all about. This is what she had wanted, had hoped for...

The spring squeaked as Sam leaned against it, but just at that moment she didn't care if anyone heard or saw them. The hot mouth sucked at her labia, the tongue slid in between her lips, found and kissed and sucked at her clit, and so keyed up was Sam that her thighs began to quiver, the head building up inside of her. That terrible sense of anticipation that could drive Sam to distraction and beyond...

The crack of a twig caused them both to freeze.

Two pairs of eyes shifted toward the woods that abutted the playground. Searched the darkness, just beyond the light of the moon...and a figure stepped forward, elegant and slim, ears perked up. The deer stared at them with its dark, round eyes...and then it turned from them. Sam sighed, and her hand found its way to Cass's head.

"Good girl," she whispered. "It's only a deer, see? Now be a good bitch and finish..."

A wicked gleam in those blue eyes froze the marrow in Sam's soul. Before she could tug at the chain, Cass bounded away...dragged Sam off balance..and then back again. Scurrying on all fours with surprising rapidity, Cass circled Sam, the chain wrapping around the legs of her "master." Off-balance, Sam tried to struggle out of the chain, but one last hard yank sent her toppling on her side.

Then Cass was on top of her. Mouth between Sam's thighs again...and the shaven slit, wet with drops of piss, smashed against Sam's face. Too late, the trapped naked woman understood what the bitch wanted...and as the wet heat rubbed against her face, and the bathroom smell filled her nostrils, Sam realized that if she wanted head, she'd have to give head.

Her mouth opened. That tangy flavor against her tongue made Sam watch to wretch...but then she slipped inside that soft slit. It was warm and wet...unbelievably wet...and down below her legs, the doggie began to lick at her crotch. Sam wished she could open her legs, to give Cass better access, but the chain was still wrapped around her.

It was not what Sam had looked for tonight...tied up in a chain, back against the sand of the playground, the bigger woman on top of her...naked in the moonlight, tongue deep in another woman's twat and Sam felt herself let go of the chain as she grabbed the ass. Cass began to moan, hotter and hotter, her lips sucked on Sam's clit, and Sam was so close.

Another twig snapped, and Sam ignored it, sure it was that stupid deer once again.

Then there was the flash of camera, which shone through Sam's eyelids.

Her eyes snapped open, and Sam turned to see jogger there, smartphone out, snapping pics...and the rest was chaos as Sam and Cass struggled to disentangle themselves, to run away, the camera catching them again and again...until exhausted and panting, Sam and Cass finally slammed the door behind them, shaking with adrenaline, stomach churning from the unexpected exercise...

...and then Sam smelled something familiar, looked over at Cass, and saw the dark puddle growing beneath the naked bitch.

"Did you just piss on my carpet!?" Sam shouted, and what upset her more than anything was the mingled lust and fear in those eyes at Sam's raised voice. This was definitely not what she had signed up for.