Doggy

I’d have to say, I feel very uneasy about inviting an unusual lady as an “adoption”, as the harpy in a casual farm outfit cheerfully mentioned before flying off when I accepted the invitation. I nervously sat on my recliner in the living room, waiting for her arrival and thinking about nothing more than how should I handle her and how should I keep her happy. After about roughly 18 minutes, I heard the sound of the doorbell, to which I got off of my recliner and hurried over to the door.

I took a deep breath to calm myself and opened the door to unveil the mysterious lady, who was sitting on her knees. Well, the harpy wasn’t kidding one bit when she mentioned that this lady is unusual. She appears to be canine because of a wagging tail and a pair of thick, floppy doggy ears on top of her head.

They’re the same shade of brunette as her shoulder-height hair, which most of her hair around her neck was fixed into a spiky ponytail. A sparkling pair of golden amber eyes locked on to mine as I take my time to acknowledge her stature.

The most distracting feature is her huge GG cupped breasts and her equally big hindquarters and thick hips with thighs to support her extremely motherly figure. I blushed quite a bit, because the only thing she’s wearing to conceal her thick-looking nipples is a navy blue canine-style apron, which leaves her wobbly butt completely bare.

There’s even a dog paw cutout in the middle of her chest, revealing more of her mountainous cleavage. Even the soft flesh around the cutout is poking through. I managed to speak up.

“Uhh… Hello?”

“Gao…~” She wagged her tail even faster for an apparent “hello”.

“Mmnh. Right, somewhat uncivilized… It’s like I didn’t even listen to the harpy…” I stood aside and waited for her to enter my house. “Come on in.”

She stood up and cautiously walked into my house. I could already feel a tent in my pants when I watched how she made her holstaur-like breasts wobble with every step; same goes for her butt. I quickly shifted my pants to hide it before she looked at me expectantly.

“What is it?”

She cupped her arms below her breasts and heaved them upwards as I shut the door behind her. I looked at her puzzled until she gave me a pleading look on her face and a “milking” gesture with a hand.

“Oh, uhh… Let me get set up… Could you take a seat, please?”

“Mnh…? Seat…?”

“Yeah,” I said as I pointed at my sofa and headed into the storage room to find myself an empty plastic box, about the size of an average box-shaped TV. I took the lid off and quickly hauled it back into my living room to see that she’s sitting on my couch, waiting. (At least she’s a quick learner… Didn’t they milk her before she got here, or…?) I placed the box in front of her feet. I made an “undressing” motion with my hands, to at least get it over with. Surprisingly, she happily nodded in understanding and simply undone her apron, putting it aside to reveal her large nipples.

“Wow, those nipples are nearly enough to fill up my mouth,” I said under my breath as I placed my hands on her nipples and began to gently rub, pull and pinch them to encourage them to either erection or lactation; whichever comes first. She made a cute sighing noise in pleasure as she turned her head away and blushed a tinge. It didn’t take long before she started to lactate onto the box. I kinda got lost in thought when I stared at nothing more than her breasts while milking her like a holstaur.

She caught my attention when she was tapping one of my elbows with a hand, requiring my attention.

“Hmm?”

She opened her mouth and pointed into it.

“You… Want to feed me?”

The cow-dog nodded in approval.

“No thanks… I wanna use my hands.”

She lets out a disappointed sigh before allowing me to continue milking her.

“Hey, don’t look sad. I’ll keep your milk for later, I promise.”

She nodded in understanding with a slight smile, even though she had almost no idea what I’m talking about. When I spoke to her about the milk, I noticed that she has filled at least ⅓ of the box with milk before she stopped lactating. I let go of her nipples, allowing her to redress herself, and hauled the box into the kitchen so that I could find myself several pint-sized bottles, and began to count how many bottles she could fill up. After the box was emptied of milk, I had filled up 7 bottles, which is pretty impressive, actually.

“Wan.~” She happily “barked” as she stood next to me, seeing how well of a job her body did. I put the box back on the counter as I looked back at her and reached over to pat her back.

“You’re pretty full of surprises, you know?”

Speaking of surprises, she gently lifted her chest after each pat with a cute expression on her face before I stopped seconds later. She giggled like a little schoolgirl as she pulled me into an incredibly squishy hug. I hugged her back as I chuckled with her.

“I like ‘ya too.”

We held each other in a hug for several minutes until she lets go of me, which I let go of her in return. Then she grabbed my wrist and lightly tugged at my arm, as if she wants to lead me.

“Oh? Do you wanna be on my couch or bed?”

“B… B… Be…”

“Bed?”

She nodded in approval. In response, I lead her into my room without a second thought, but halfway to my room, she stopped me. I looked at her with a puzzled expression before she gestured that she’s hungry.

“Ah. Do you want some watermelon?”

She happily nodded as she lets go of me. I returned back into the kitchen to pull out a few large, fresh slices of watermelon out of a bag. Since she followed me, I merely closed the fridge door and gave the slices to her. She simply opened her mouth, as if asking me to feed the slices to her myself.

With a slight blush, I allowed her to take a bite out of a slice, and waited for her to chew the mouthful up and swallow it down. Once she was full with a shake of her head, I noticed that she ate nearly all of what I’ve brought. I returned the half-eaten slice to its original spot and waited for her next decision.

She grabbed my hand instead of my wrist and gently tugged at it. Assuming that she now wants to head into my room, I lead her into my room. As soon as we’re next to my bed, she slowly laid on my bed, careful not to damage it. I headed to lay next to her because the harpy also mentioned that she can’t sleep alone, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest.

“What?”

She undressed herself and lets the apron fall onto the floor. Her breasts went apart with a flop due to the sheer size, which naturally caught my attention. She then poked me on the belly to divert my attention back to her, and gestured me to undress.

“Oh… O-Okay.”

I undressed down to merely my boxers, quickly laid next to her and pulled my blanket over our bodies to hide my hardening member, however I became extremely uneasy when she pulled my body on top of hers. Her breasts squeezed like jello when they pressed against my chest, and even more when she hugged me tightly and wrapped her legs around mine, just like a yeti. I slowly rested my crotch, hoping that she doesn’t notice my arousal.

She made a faint “mm” sound as she quickly fell asleep like a dude in a yeti’s arms, and so did I.
Not even sunlight got in the way of our sleep.

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I woke up in the middle of the night due to my hunger. I didn’t seem to eat dinner, which that alone is embarrassing, but reasonable at the same time. My member seemed to have become completely flaccid, however, so that’s neat, but I have to do something about my hunger. I considered using one of her nipples, but then again, that could disturb her sleep. After a short moment of thought, I nudged a bit to feel around. She surprisingly let go of me, so I slowly slid off of her and my blanket, onto the floor like a snail crawling out of its shell.

Then I tiptoed into the kitchen, quiet as a cat, and opened the fridge. I remembered that I mostly have frozen foods which requires a microwave, so I can’t do that. So I look around the fridge to find… Milk. The dog lady’s milk, to be exact. I shrugged to myself as I pulled out a bottle for myself and downed it like a champ. As I’m drinking her milk, I immediately took notice of the taste and consistency of the drink; it was actually just as nice as a holstaur’s without rubbing, but it was much creamier than I ever tasted. (Wow… This is actually good.)

I silently placed the bottle in the sink and helped myself into a second bottle. I managed to down at least ⅔ of its contents before putting it back in its original spot. (This is really filling. I like it.) Then I returned back to my original spot, which is on top of the dog lady’s body and under my sheets. I easily fell back asleep...

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We peacefully woke up to the natural light through my window and the strangely soothing sounds of rain hitting the roof of my house. The first thing I felt around my face was her cleavage, with my arms hugging her breasts like a makeshift bra. I blushed and let go of her breasts, getting up to my ass. She made a surprised look on her face; she must’ve expected me to not have done that, but I was just as surprised as her.

“I must’ve had a dream or something…”

She nodded understandingly, and gently pulled me back down onto her body.

“Oh, didja get sleep paralysis?”

She nodded again and giggled a bit. Since I just woke up, I tried my best to remember what happened in the dream, and what did I do– well nevermind, it’s just a wet dream of me having sex with her. I can’t really remember what position and hole I fucked her with, sadly. I felt my shaft hardening when I tried to remember my dream, but thankfully, it deflated when I stopped and assumed that it was just a wet dream.

So, I remained on her until I crawled up her body and gave her a loving peck on her right cheek. Surprisingly, even if she can hardly understand English, she returned the kiss with another cheerful giggle.

“Aw… Hey, I don’t know your name.”

She made an “mm” sound as she took one of her hands off of me and began to trace letters. J… E… S… S… A… M… Y… N.

“Jessamyn?” I repeated what she spelled out, and earned a nod of approval.

“What a pretty name, especially for someone like you. Name’s Andrew.”

She blushed like a sweetheart and hugged me a little tighter for the compliment, which honestly made me feel a bit comfier due to her love pillows. I couldn’t help but to rest my palms on her breasts, to show that I like her breasts and her for who she is: a holstaur dog girl. She began to wag her tail, making quiet “POMFPOMFPOMFPOMFPOMF” sounds as it makes contact with my bed. I could feel its soft hairs as it brushes along my left thigh.

“Hey, I’d like to feed from you today.”

She happily took a hand off of my body to grab one of her breasts as I lifted myself off of her. Once she put a nipple in front of my mouth, I latched onto it and began to suckle from her. The very same milk I tasted last night started to fill my mouth, so I gave out an appreciative “mnh” sound as I swallowed every little drop she lactated. After a while, I could feel my belly making an appreciative gurgle, so I pulled away with a sigh.

Jessamyn gave an appreciative “wan~”, happy to see that I considered doing the “more efficient way”. I crawled up her body and gave her cheek another peck.

“I love you, Jessamyn.”

“...I… I… Lllll… Lllooo… Looov… Love… Yyyoooouuuuuu… Too. I love you too… Andrew.”

A big smile spreads across my face when I realized that she is indeed a quick learner. She may not be the quickest learner, but damn, I feel like an English teacher. Our train of thought was ruined when we heard a loud thunderclap nearby. She flinched, made a loud squeaking noise and slid off of me to hide under my bed, just like a traditional dog, or dog girl in this world.

“What’s wrong…?” I asked her as I got off of my bed to look under my bed.

She shook her head and pointed at her ears, as if indicating the thunder… I think.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to warn you that there’s gonna be a thunderstorm today. Sorry Jessa.”

She nodded to accept my apology, but continued to hide under my bed for safety, quaking like a cold chihuahua. I sat down after scooting to an unused corner and patted my lap, silently asking her to get on my lap. She instantly slid out of my bed and got onto my lap, or more like laid her back on my crosslegged lap and rested her hands on her belly. When she got comfy on my lap, I began to stroke one of her breasts comfortingly with a hand, as if I were petting an actual dog.

“It’s okay… Andrew’s here to make sure that you’re safe.”

Jessa nodded as she went lax on my lap, but she still flinches and quakes with every thunderclap we could hear. I let my other hand experimentally touch one of her ears, and to my surprise, she slightly tilted her head to the same side I’m touching her with. Then I tried scratching the very same ear, causing her to slightly lift a twitching leg. A smile spreads across my face as I scratched her ear until my hand got tired afterwards, earning a sigh of disappointment.

“I don’t have the endurance of no holstaur or minotaur, Jessa… I know, I’d love to scratch your ear for hours, but at least I can rub your boobs for ages.”

I managed to put a smile on that beautiful face again. I always smile when she does, and I can’t feel down when she giggles like a schoolgirl or even barks like some anubis. I couldn’t help but to put both of my hands under her back and pull her into a squishy hug. She immediately hugged me back with a puppy-like “wan”.

“You sure do love hugs.”

“Mmhmm!”

I kept her in my arms as the sounds of thunder became more and more distant, to our relief. When we could no longer hear the storm, which was now blocked out by the sounds of rain, she lets out a sigh of relief as she released me. I released her shortly after she did, but she immediately went onto my bed and sat on her ass.

“You want your daily milking?”

Jessa nodded as she surprisingly made a seductive “come hither” with a hand. I wasted no second following her onto her lap, hugging around her belly and latching onto one of her nipples. She didn’t lactate to the very second that my mouth latched onto her nipple, so I gave it a few mighty licks.

With a lightly-pleasured sigh, she gave in to her body’s instincts and began to lactate into my mouth. Just like yesterday, I didn’t make a sound when I nursed from her equally-beautiful bosom. As a matter of fact, I could feel that little tail wagging, which easily encouraged me to begin stroking her buttcheeks instead of her tail.

Just like a holstaur, she responded with a quiet giggle and lets one of her hands slither into my pants and began to fondle my junk. My arousal was subtle because I still didn’t make a sound when I was being fondled, but this time, I didn’t hold myself back. She knows that I love her, and she loves me too. Who knows if one of us loves the other more? I detached myself when I got full, and spoke to her in a sultry and expecting tone.

“Hey… Are you up for some “doggy-style” sex?”

The both of us chuckled a bit as she nodded and rolled over, getting on all fours. I got up to my knees and in position as she arched her back and revealed her wettening honeybox to me. Pink, ready for sex, and obviously waiting for nothing more than my cock. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, used one of my hands to position myself, and slowly thrusted myself into her.

We both sighed to the virgin, vice-like tightness of her pussy accompanied with the juices she is easily slathering my shaft with. I rested my hands on her buttcheeks and continued to thrust myself into her until I bottomed out inside of her.

“Wow… You’re able to take in all of me… That’s impressive. I think I can feel the walls leading into your womb, as a matter of fact.”

I slowly pulled myself out until my tip lies right in front of her pussy, and thrusted myself back in, to allow ourselves to get used to the texture of my shaft and her pussy. I repeated this in a slow, controlled manner for perhaps a few minutes. She simply responded with a sigh as she eagerly grinded her hips against mine, encouraging me to begin fucking her like a dog.

I complied and began to fuck her without pulling out, making audible clapping sounds of my crotch making contact with her meaty butt. That’s the only thing we could hear other than rain and the soft moans we make when we rut against each other like animals. I spread my legs out a little bit so that I could feel my balls coming in contact with her as I pound her. The milk inside of my belly seemed to move in synchronization with my hips, and I swear that it’s making me feel a little bit different inside of my balls.

With a groan and a growl under my voice, I upped the ante and started to fuck her at a rather fast pace, making her arch her back even more; her arousal was more audible. I could feel a familiar pressure around my shaft until I mightily exploded inside of her with a loud pleasured sigh. I could feel myself cumming so hard inside of her, that my balls literally jump a centimeter or two high with every shot of my seed. (So THAT’S what her milk does, it makes my orgasm way better! Good to know…)

But, I didn’t stop there. Even if I could feel some of my seed oozing out of her pussy, I continued to rut her like an animal. It’s like I had the sexual instincts of a moth girl; I need to make sure that her pussy is really packed with my seed, so that she is nearly guaranteed to be pregnant. She looked back at me a little confused and worried, however that sinking feeling she had on her face was assauged when I gave her an approving smile.

She squirmed like a wurm until I grunted like an animal and came the second time inside of her about 4 minutes later. Seed really began to ooze out of her pussy when I pulled myself out, so I jammed myself back in, earning a surprised yelp from Jessa.

“I wanna make sure that most of my seed stays inside of you…”

Then I grabbed her hips and spun her body over so that she lays on her back, and rested my body on top of her, regaining my breath. We both hugged each other out of love.

“I love you, Andrew…”

“You too, Jessa. You’re getting pretty good at speaking like a human.”

She giggled and wore a bright expression on her face, just for me to gaze and sigh happily to. There wasn’t much I could say about what happened today and yesterday except for that miracles just happen. There’s good miracles, and there’s those types of miracles that can completely change your life. Who said that monster girls would count as bestiality, anyways? Nevermind, that’s just a trick question. All I care about is Jessa, and of course, taking care of those nice doggy-titties with nothing more than my mouth.

Every day, we make sure that Jessa gets her daily milking first thing in the morning, then spent time giving her “walkies”, which is really strolls around my front and back yard with our hands latched to each other. Sometimes, I’d get pretty lusty and grab both of her tits and con her into some more doggy-style sex, and she obviously doesn’t mind. Even when weeks after our first bout of sex, which is our realization that she’s pregnant with our very first baby.

“Let’s live together as housewife and husband, Jessamyn,” I told her as I held both of her hands. She responded with a nod of approval as that tail of hers wagged expectantly.