The Dog Days of Summer

>The knock of a tiny fist on the vast wooden door rang through the ranch house.
>Fluttershy heard the thunderous footsteps of someone running down the stairs.
>The door swung open, a jacketed man replacing the cold wooden barrier.
>"Fluttershy! Thank you so much for coming!" Norman's eyes glittered with joy.
>Fluttershy held up her hand to shield herself from the bright rays burning into her retina.
"No problem, Norman," she said, "Anything to help a friend."
>Norman closed the door behind them as the yellow girl slipped off her flip-flops.
>"You have no idea how big a favor this is, Fluttershy!" Norman said, running back and forth to gather his things.
"Oh, but I just couldn't resist! I love taking care of pets."
>"Yeah," Norman grunted as he forced his watch on, "You sure you can handle Max? He's a bit of a troublemaker."
"Oh please, Norman," she giggled, "I've watched komodo dragons before, how hard can a big ol' dog be?"
>"Alright, Fluttershy," Norman said, "I believe you. I'll be back in a couple days. His food's in the fridge."
>Norman was being hurried out of the door by the dainty girl who seemed desperate to start.
>Norman recounted the instructions for taking care of Max.
>Fluttershy nodded with every word Norman said but was too lost in daydream to care what he was saying.
>She never stopped her forward shoves until Norman was held to the car by his seatbelt.
>With one last wave the sedan rolled backwards down the driveway and drove out of sight.
>Once the car had turned the next corner, a huge grin wrapped around Fluttershy's face.
>Energy seemed to spill out of her shaking body. She turned towards the house and ran full clip at the door.
>She nearly tore the door of its hinges. The house shook from the force of the door slamming into the frame.
>Fluttershy stood in the foyer trying to catch her breath.
>Her lungs ballooned with air with every sharp inhale.
>Even with her powerful breaths, Fluttershy was as quiet as a feather in the wind.
>She was listening carefully for a certain sound. Her mind muffled the creaks and groans of the old house.
>A couple seconds later, a dull grunt rang from the back of the house.
>Fluttershy's ears perked up, her senses locked onto the source of the noise.
>A repetition of the noise confirmed her hopes. A smile crept across her face and she jogged towards the sound.

>A muffled barking guided Fluttershy to the living room. Her smile stretched wider as her hopes were realized.
>Lying in the middle of the room was a massive beast. Its breaths sounded like a jet powering up its engines.
>Its muscles flexed and twitched under its taut skin. Its fur was like a rusted pipe, predominantly brown with flecks of silver tossed in.
>It was truly a magnificent creature, God's perfect specimen for the canine species.
>Fluttershy felt like she was looking at a museum exhibit. The dog lay still (except its tail) and seemed to study her.
>The two exchanged looks of intense scrutiny. Each one picked apart every detail they could of the animal standing a few feet away.
>An eerie silence hung in the air, broken up by the plodding pants of the mastiff.
>Fluttershy did something she had never done before. She made the first move.
"Hey Max," she said in a sing-song voice, "How are you boy?"
>The dog's tail wagged creating powerful whooshes of air with every flick.
"Come here boy! Come on!" Fluttershy extended a hand downward, a brown cube resting on her fingertips.
>The dog stood up, its tree-trunk legs launching its enormous body high into the air.
>It trotted over to her. Every step rattled the floorboards as it approached her open hand.
>Fluttershy finally began to appreciate the true size of the dog.
>It was the size of a small pony, 4 feet tall and well over 300 pounds.
>Its jowls drooped on her fingers as it greedily gobbled up the treat. Its hot breath danced across her hand like the exhaust of a furnace.
>The mastiff sniffed every inch of the stranger's arm, trying to scrutinize everything about her.
>Fluttershy smiled and pat the dog on its head. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, a sign that she was making him feel good.
>She always loved dogs and they had always loved her. She felt more at peace with animals than her fellow humans.
>The dog danced around, hoping that his new friend would play with her. Fluttershy laughed at his little dance and gave him a second treat.
>After taking the treat he danced around some more before the energy started to run out of his massive body.
>Before he lied down, however, the dog sniffed her again, seeing if he had passed over valuable information.
>His search ended abruptly when his nose dove into the fabric beneath her skirt.

>Fluttershy yelped as the dog's snout pressed into her panties. She felt a dull pressure against her folds.
>She had never been touched there before, not even by herself. Her mind went blank from the untold pleasure that shot up her spine.
>Something within her guided her hand and pushed the dog away.
>Fluttershy felt a dampness between her thighs from the dogs saliva. The wet fabric clung to the skin underneath.
>The dog walked back to his resting place while Fluttershy braced herself against the kitchen table.
>The wetness of the panties seemed to soak straight through her, amplifying every wisp of air that danced across her folds.
>To an experienced woman like Rarity, it probably felt like nothing.
>But to the poor virgin quivering in the kitchen, it felt like Zeus had handed her a plate of ambrosia.
>And one serving was certainly not enough. Disturbing thoughts crept in her head like spiders, setting up their foul webs to catch the sensible thoughts she was having and devouring them before they hindered her.
>It was a magnificent dog, that much was certain. She wondered if the sniff of her crotch wasn't just instinct.
>She had to test the waters before diving headfirst. Without second guessing herself Fluttershy slipped off her skirt and tossed it to the dog lying in the middle of the den.
>The dog took a moment to judge what had landed in front of him. It was a peculiar thing, a foreign object in his perception of the world.
>Instinctually he dug his nose into the skirt and sniffed around. He smelled the faintest trace of Fluttershy's groin in the fabric, but it was hardly substantial.
>Nevertheless, Fluttershy's heart skipped a beat. The dog seemed to enjoy smelling her clothes, her scent filling his nostrils.
>Fluttershy decided to give him a more accurate sample. Quietly she pulled her panties off from around her ankles and flung them at the beast like throwing a steak at at a lion.
>She poked her head around the corner and observed the creature's reaction.
>The dog kept his head still, staring at the shred of fabric that lied on his paws.
>He leaned his head down and took multiple inhales of the strange lingerie.
>The tiny daisy on the front of the panties bulged out from the force of the dog's snout.
>Its ears perked up and it's tail started to wag.
>His tongue darted back and forth along the fabric, spreading the moisture further across her panties.
>Fluttershy's face burned as hot as her loins.

>The dog was drinking her in, flooding his nostrils with her scent.
>It made Fluttershy feel loved. She had never understood the human mind as much as an animals.
>The human concept of love was more complex than the gears of a clock.
>It hinged on personality, looks, attire, and all other social constructs that Fluttershy resented.
>The dog was showing a more primal love, a more instinctual desire.
>He didn't care whether she hated crowds, he didn't mind that she was a little quiet.
>All that mattered to him was the products of her own body. It was the most basic form of love, and Fluttershy felt a strong pulse course through her.
>Watching his tongue slide along the fabric that her folds had soaked filled her body with heat.
>She felt a strong moisture run down her thighs. She blushed from a combination of her own arousal and a sense of shame.
>Was she really getting wet from watching a dog lick her underwear?
>Her mind was kicking at her skull, her moral compass desperate to knock out her libido.
>The struggle was rather lopsided. The dog's love permeated throughout her body.
>It wasn't so much a passionate love but rather a lustful one.
>The dog wanted her, wanted her scent, wanted her body.
>Fluttershy's id landed a knockout punch on her superego. Her mind went blank, everything melting away to white except the great rusty mastiff staring at her.
>Fluttershy walked towards the dog, her lower body on full display for the dog.
>The fatty triangle between her thighs met with a small slit that leaked profusely.
>Wide streams of boiling fluid ran down her thighs. The dog's ears perked up and his nostrils flared as her scent wafted in front of him.
>Fluttershy's face was bright red and it wore a sort of lustful grin.
>The dog's tail wagged furiously as Fluttershy sat down just a few feet from the excited canine.
>Her muscles twitched as she slowly (and with some reluctance) spread her legs, giving him a full view of her slit.
>The dog's pupils shrunk and his tail thrashed like a shark. Fluttershy ran her hand along her slit.
"Come on, Max," she said, a cute moan escaping her, "Come here, boy."

>She held out her hand, her juice coating her fingertips.
>The dog stood up and curiously walked towards her. It sniffed her fingertips and upon recognizing the scent, lapped up the juice from her fingers.
>Fluttershy felt a slight twinge of pleasure from the dog's tongue sliding along her fingers.
>She dipped her hand in her honey pot again and held out the treat again, albeit closer to the source.
>This cycle repeated until Fluttershy simply took her hand away. The dog froze, waiting for her to hold out her sweet tasting hand again.
>After she refused to hold her hand out for him, the dog began to explore.
>Soon his snout was just an inch in front of her slit, his hot breath dancing across her folds just as it had just minutes ago.
>The sensation caused another spurt of lubricant to seep onto the floor. The sudden influx of heat and scent did not go unnoticed by him.
>With a sense of ambiguous shame flooding her body, the dog dragged its wide tongue against her burning slit.
>Fluttershy squeaked as Max pleasured her. His tongue slid against her tender pussy.
>His tongue darted like he was drinking from his water bowl. It was far faster than Fluttershy could have been ready for.
>Her body rocked from the intense speed of the dog's massive tongue.
>It covered her lips completely, every nerve of her vulva nicked by his rough organ.
>Her moans rattled the walls, her mind surrendering to the pleasures of her body.
>The dog's tail batted against her ankles. The fluid he loved so much was coming in droves for him.
>He pressed his snout deeper into her folds, his tongue darting inside her tunnel in search of more fluid.
>Fluttershy's poor body was shocked with pleasure like she was sitting on a power line.
>She had never expected the dog to be so eager nor so fast.
>His tongue wriggled inside her, pressing against every ridge of her virgin walls.
>Her body shook and her stomach shrunk as her muscles contracted.
"Good boy," she moaned, her last conscious thought before her body stole her mind away.

>Her orgasm clutched her body like the hand of a giant.
>Her lungs emptied with a murderous scream, shaking the walls and causing the dog to force its ears back.
>Her walls quivered and sprayed all over Max's tongue and snout.
>The dog recoiled from the intense wash of heat and shook his head to get it off.
>His tongue slapped against his nose so as not to waste a single drop of her cum.
>Fluttershy writhed on the ground and shut her legs together as she unleashed  her fluids onto the floor.
>The giant's hand released its grip. A pool of syrup settled beneath her pussy and clung to her buttocks.
>She lay there, her mind still trying to process the morality of the situation while her body fought to get itself back under control.
>After what seemed like an eternity, Fluttershy started to regain herself.
"Good boy, Max" she said.
>Every nerve in her body screamed that it was the most abhorrent and unnatural thing she'd ever done.
>And yet, another part of her brain shut those ideas away, replacing them with feelings of primal pleasure.
>Fluttershy smiled and looked at the mess she'd made. She sighed, knowing she'll have to clean it later.
>She craned her head back to see her panties and skirt lying on the floor.
>She flipped onto her stomach. Propping herself on her knees, she reached out for the underwear.
>Her hand was just in front of the fabric when her body was knocked off balance.
>She looked behind her to see two massive paws curl around her thighs. Every alarm bell in her head suddenly went off.
>Fluttershy tried to kick the dog's paws away but the 300 pound Mastiff wasn't having any of it.
>Her struggling prompted him to lock his legs more tightly around her thighs.
>Fluttershy started to hyperventilate as she felt him shift his hips closer to her own.
>His massive head expelled blasts of hot air above her head and his great chest heaved.
>He was an unstoppable force of nature, his eyes fixed on one goal.
>His mate had so kindly presented herself to him, and her scent was the only aroma in his head.
"No! Hey! Bad dog!" Fluttershy shouted feebly, hoping the dog had a shred of obedience left.
>She gasped as his furry hips pressed against her buttocks and a pointed, bony shaft prodded her entrance.
>Without the human bonds of foreplay, the dog roughly shoved his organ inside Fluttershy's tunnel.

>Fluttershy cried as his cock slid further up her tunnel. With every inch she took she begged that he wasn't fully grown.
>Her scent and behavior, however, aroused the male greatly. His shaft expanded inside her to its full length of 15 inches.
>The girl's first penetration was bigger than her creator had ever designed it to be.
>The dog managed to cram most of his length inside her, blood spilling out from around his shaft.
>His cock poked her cervix with it's sharp point, threatening to impale her completely.
>Fluttershy's screams of pain rang through his ears, but he believed them to be moans of pleasure.
>The worst part of his shaft wasn't the length, it was the WIDTH.
>Fluttershy felt like she was being chopped in half. Her walls bulged out to accept his girth.
>Her pussy struggled to keep itself together with every time the knot of his cock forced its way past her lips.
>It didn't help that his thrusts were coming at a ridiculous pace.
>The dog pounded away, churning the tenderized pussy with his massive cock.
>Fluttershy wept, her face forced into the puddle she had made just moments before.
>It felt unnatural, almost like she was slapping Mother Nature in the face.
>She felt betrayed. Not even dogs loved her as a human being.
>Simultaneously, however, a primal emotion raged within her body.
>The dog had chosen her to be his mate. She had, although she would hate to admit it, tempted the dog for her own pleasure.
>Come to think of it, she was no better than the dog itself.
>She had toyed with him, tricked him into giving her pleasure while he didn't get any.
>The dog was simply returning the favor. His cock twitched from the unbelievable warmth of her virgin pussy.

>Fluttershy's second orgasm appeared on the horizon, the intense pleasure too much for her to handle.
>Just before orgasm, something strange happened.
>She gasped when she felt the tip of his length expand to fill her completely.
>His thrusting slowed to a near stop. His penis was now firmly locked inside his mate.
>Fluttershy, thinking he was tired, tried to crawl away but found herself unable to withdraw his cock.
>She started to panic as the dog's length slid just in front of her cervix.
>The motions were just enough to push Fluttershy over the edge.
>She moaned as another orgasm lashed against her body. Her pussy tightened and molded itself to his shaft.
>It was exactly what Max had been waiting for.
>The tightening of her walls around his shaft triggered his own orgasm.
>Fluttershy cried as a warm, sticky fluid flooded her pussy.
>Max panted as he unleashed a torrent of cum inside her, his engorged bulb preventing any of it from leaking.
>Fluttershy nearly vomited from the grotesque syrup filling her tunnel, pooling right at the cervix.
>She shuddered at the thought of the cum trickling into her womb and what horrors would arise if it could impregnate her.
>The dog finished pumping its load in the tiny pussy. He held his cock inside her for about five minutes to let his sperm settle inside her.
>Soon his bulb deflated and he was able to pull out. He walked over to a corner of the room, cum dripping from his shaft and lied down to sleep.
>Fluttershy lay on the ground, tears streaking her face as his cum dribbled down her thighs.
>She felt disgusted, more violated than any human could ever make her feel.
>And yet she knew in the back of her mind that it was all her fault.
>If she hadn't teased him, hadn't used him for her own pleasure and inadequacies, she wouldn't have gotten herself in the situation.
>She started to slip away, her orgasm sucking the energy out of her body.

>It was going to be a long two days.

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[spoiler] I don't even know what was going through my head as I wrote this. [/spoiler]