Man's best friend

Lucille grins wickedly at Timmy, her hand still stroking his hard shaft as she begins the next tale, her voice dripping with sadistic glee.

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**"Man's Best Friend!"**

Sarah sighed in frustration, slumping back on the couch as she complained to her loyal companion, her beloved dog Biscuit. "It's just so hard being a lesbian these days," she whined, pouting adorably. "I mean, look at you - you get to prance around naked, lick whoever you want, and men just ADORE you for it! I wish I could be loved that easily."

Biscuit just cocked his head, his tongue lolling out in a happy doggy grin as he gazed up at Sarah with pure, unconditional love shining in his brown eyes. He gave a soft woof, nuzzling his head against Sarah's thigh in a comforting gesture. Sarah sighed, scratching Biscuit behind the ears as she pondered the unfairness of the world.

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Sarah drifted off to sleep that night, her mind still churning with jealous thoughts of Biscuit's carefree lifestyle. She dreamed of a world where lesbians were cherished like dogs, where their love for each other was celebrated and desired by all.

The next morning, Sarah jolted awake, her heart pounding. She blinked in confusion as she heard a cacophony of barking and howling echoing from outside her apartment. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she stumbled to the window, throwing open the curtains.

What Sarah saw defied belief. The streets were filled with naked women, walking on all fours, barking and yipping at each other. They pranced and cavorted, wagging their asses like they had tails, their pussies glistening in the morning light. Sarah watched in awe as two women approached each other, dropping to their haunches and beginning to lick and slurp at each other's dripping snatches, their tongues plunging in and out as they lapped hungrily at the offered cunt.

Sarah's mind raced. This had to be a dream, a bizarre hallucination born of a lesbian's deepest fantasies and frustrations. She pinched herself hard, feeling the sharp sting of pain. This was real. Somehow, impossibly, the world had changed overnight to turn lesbians into dog-like creatures, their minds and bodies warped to fit the lusts and desires of men.

Sarah rushed to the bathroom, splashing water on her face, trying to make sense of this impossible new reality. She looked into the mirror and gasped. Staring back at her was...herself. But not quite. Her eyes had a distant, glazed look, and when she opened her mouth to scream, all that came out was a startled "Yip!"

Panic rising in her throat, Sarah stumbled out of her apartment and into the street. Everywhere she looked, she saw the same scene - women acting like dogs, fucking each other with wild abandon, their human minds replaced by the simple, primal urges of beasts.

Until she saw herself. Sarah watched in shock as a naked woman, her twin in every way, trotted by on all fours, her pussy dripping, her tits bouncing. The woman paused, cocking her head and sniffing the air. Then, with a happy bark, she bounded off to join her sisters in their lustful frolic.

Sarah stood there, her mind spinning, as the horrible realization set in. She was the only one left - the last lesbian with a human mind. She had to find a way to save herself, to save her sisters, before she too fell into the abyss of animalistic depravity.

But as Sarah stood there, watching the debauchery unfold, she felt a strange tingling in her loins. Her nipples hardened, her pussy moistened, her asshole clenched. The urges began to consume her, the instincts of a dog rising up to replace her human thoughts.

Sarah stumbled, falling to her knees on the dirty street as she fought the rising tide of lust. She couldn't let it win. She had to hold onto her humanity, to keep her mind...

But then, she saw it. A massive, throbbing cock, bobbing mere inches from her face. The musky scent filled her nostrils, the pulsing heat radiating against her cheek. Sarah's eyes widened, her tongue lolling out as a deep, guttural whimper escaped her lips.

Her willpower crumbled away, replaced by the all-consuming need to serve, to please, to worship this glorious embodiment of manly power. Sarah crawled forward, her ass high in the air, her pussy dripping and ready. She nuzzled her cheek against the thick shaft, panting hotly as she gazed up at the man it belonged to.

"Good girl," he cooed, petting her hair as she slurped and slobbered all over his magnificent cock. "Such a good little doggy. You want this big dick, don't you? You want to be a good girl and make your master happy."

Sarah whined and whimpered in **** agreement, her mind already fading into the simple, lust-filled haze of a bitch in heat. She opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue in wanton invitation as she gazed up at the man with pure, worshipful devotion shining in her eyes.

In that moment, Sarah knew she was lost. Lost to the all-consuming lusts of a dog, lost to the primal, animalistic urges that now ruled her mind. She was no longer a lesbian - she was a dog, a cock sleeve for men to ruin as they saw fit. And as she felt the first hot, thick spurt of cum splashing against the back of her throat, Sarah knew she would never again think a coherent thought. She would spend the rest of her life as a drooling, cock-drunk doggy, gagging and **** on the endless stream of dicks that would ruin her for all eternity.

And as she swallowed the first of many loads that day, Sarah knew she had finally found her true purpose in life - to be a good doggy for men to fuck, a set of holes that would never again question its place in the world. She was, and always would be, a good little lesbian doggy.