Pack Life

The days after the hypnosis deepened felt strangely peaceful.

Your mind had simplified. Human worries were gone. There was only the now — Mommy’s scent, the weight of your tail, the constant drip from your cage, and the voices of your pack.

That evening, Dorothy let the dogs inside the house.

The black Lab and the Rottweiler padded into the living room like they owned it. They no longer felt like “pets.” They felt like equals… superiors, even.

You were already on all fours in the center of the rug, tail wagging slowly, tongue hanging out.

The black Lab came up first and bumped his nose against yours.

“Hey, pack bitch. You smell like Mommy and cum. Good day?”

You whined happily and licked his muzzle in greeting.

“Arf… arf-arf.”

Yes. Mommy used me a lot today.

The Rottweiler circled behind you, sniffing at your plugged hole.

“Still loose from yesterday. You took both of us like a proper breeding slut. You ready for more?”

Your tail wagged faster. A needy whimper escaped around your lolling tongue as you instinctively lowered your front half and raised your ass higher — presenting to your pack.

Dorothy watched from the couch, legs crossed, a proud smile on her face.

“Talk to them, Slutcunt. Tell your pack brothers how much you missed them.”

You looked back at the Rottweiler, eyes glassy, and barked softly.

“Woof… arf-arf… whine…”

I missed your knots. I missed being filled by the pack. Please breed me again.

The black Lab didn’t wait for permission.

He mounted you right there on the living room rug — heavy paws on your back, hips thrusting fast and animalistic. His voice panted in your ear as he fucked you:

“Good bitch. So tight for a used hole. Gonna knot you deep.”

You moaned loudly, tongue flopping, drool spraying onto the floor with every powerful thrust. Your own tail wagged frantically under him.

The Rottweiler lay down in front of you, his thick cock already sliding out of his sheath.

“Open that sloppy mouth. Clean me while my brother breeds you.”

You eagerly took his cock between your lips — long dog tongue wrapping around his shaft, sucking and licking messily while the Lab railed you from behind.

Dorothy’s voice floated over everything, soft and maternal:

“That’s my perfect girl. No more human thoughts. Just pack thoughts. Just cock, cum, and obedience.”

The Lab knotted you first — thick bulge locking inside as he pumped you full. You came again — ruined, pathetic spurts leaking from your cage while you whimpered and sucked desperately on the Rottweiler’s cock.

When the Lab finally pulled out, the Rottweiler took his place immediately, mounting you harder, his deeper voice growling:

“My turn, pack whore. Gonna breed you so full you’ll be leaking for days.”

They used you for hours.

Switching. Knotting. Filling.

You barked and whined the entire time — holding real conversations with them between breedings.

“Harder… please…”

“Fill me… I’m your bitch…”

“Thank you for breeding me…”

By the time night fell, you were lying on the rug in a puddle of dog cum, tongue hanging out, tail wagging weakly, completely exhausted and blissed out.

Dorothy knelt beside you and stroked your head.

“Do you understand now, baby?” she whispered.

You looked up at her, eyes soft and empty of anything human, and gave a happy little bark.

“Arf!”

Yes, Mommy. I’m a dog. I’m pack. This is where I belong.

She smiled and kissed your drooling tongue.

“Good dog.”

Your tail wagged one last time before you drifted off to sleep right there on the floor, curled between your two pack mates, cum still leaking from your well-used hole.