Don't risk it. Mate away.

I considered trying to take control of the situation, but that may backfire. I wasn't sure if she was still under the effects of her tsunadre programming. If she was, trying to dominate her could end...badly. Like with more than just clothing getting clawed sort of badly. Given what parts were exposed and what I was pretty sure Winnie was doing to a tree about a minute prior, I wanted to give her as little reason to use those claws as possible.

It proved to be a moot point. Not waiting for any sort of confirmation, Winnie impaled herself on my stiff cock. I quickly covered my ears, as what happened next was obvious. Throwing her head back, Winnie howled. Even with my hands over my ears, it was loud. Hm. This could be a problem back home. The neighbors would probably complain about my "dog" if she did this every time.

A smack on the face snapped me from my thoughts. "MATE!" she bellowed. At first, I was confused. Wasn't that what we were doing? Then I realized she was just sitting there on my dick. With admittedly a touch of apprehension, I placed my hands on her fuzzy waist. I caught sight of her tail wagging with excitement as I tightened my grip and lifted her up before bringing her back down. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she let out what I can only describe as the cross between a growl and a coo. Sort of like purring, but more in the throat than the chest like a cat would have.

I repeated the process a few times before the blissful look on Winnie's face faded and she turned her yellow eyed gaze on me. "Faster," she growled. I sped up, rapidly thrusting my cock into her dripping pussy. The glazed look came back and she started panting and whining. Her fingers clawed at the cold dirt beneath us. The panting took on a more human, throaty quality. I could feel my balls tightening and decided it would be best for me to make sure she got off before I did. I picked up the pace, fucking her for all I was worth.

Arching her back, Winnie's head turned skyward. My hands almost shot back to my ears, but rather than howl this time, she let out a long moan, shivering in pleasure. I came soon after, the effects of her orgasm milking my dick for every last drop. This only seemed to please her more, a dopey smile spreading across her sort-of muzzled face. With a grunt, Winnie fell on top of me and licked my face. Out of habit (because who doesn't pet a dog that's licking their face?), I started to pet her head. Judging from the wagging tail, my effort was appreciated.

Climbing off me, Winnie stretched before wandering off. This could be an issue. Fortunately, the answer to the problem wasn't too far away. I headed toward my car. Noises behind me told me that while Winnie wasn't going to jump me again, she was keeping an eye on me. Good. It would be easier that way. Opening the trunk (holding my ruined pants up the whole time), I dug through the grocery bags until I found it. Hot dogs. Heading back to the woods, I tore open the bag. Let's see if I can bring this pooch-girl home.

Luring her into the car was the easy part. She was all too happy to get inside, greedily devouring her third hot dog. Winnie didn't mind the closed doors nor the sound of the engine starting (much to my relief. I let her have the rest of the hot dogs as I drove home.

Upon arriving, I opened the door and let out an "oof" as Winnie crawled over me and outside. Luckily, she didn't run off as I went back to the trunk and grabbed some deli meat to bait her with (along with the rest of the groceries). Soon, Winnie was sniffing around the inside of my house. Phew...