Polar-puppy-slut training!

[21:38] Quincy Augustine had made his way along the streets of the small suburb, idly tugging along on the leash of his new polarbeardog. It had been nearly twenty minutes since the two of them had left his rather rural house, just now making their way into town. The walk was nothing for him, as it was only a couple of miles, but for the crawling fucktoy that was Alex, it was surely a more difficult journey. There was a place in town, however, that would be... accepting... of this sort of thing, so he steers for there. Eventually, he makes his way to a bar, just off the main strip, but rather than go in front, he leads her down the alleyside staircase, moving right down to the sub level. Knocking three times, the door is opened, and the polar bear, clad in his sweats and a t-shirt (he didn't need to dress much for winter, after all) makes his way inside. IT was a smaller, wooden room, set up much like a typical bar setting.... yet, as was to be expected, this place was far from the usual bar. The center of the room was open to the crowd, perhaps as a dancefloor... well, one would assume, if there weren't dog bowls planted in the center. He had called ahead, so there was a bowl ready.... one with water, and one empty, for the moment. "Here we are, Alex. Such a good girl. Did you like your walk?~"

[21:47] Alexandra Ice was getting fairly exhausted. The walk itself wasn't that bad, the mitts in her outfit keeping her hands toasty as she tread through the snowy sidewalk. The temperature, although below freezing, wasn't unbearable, even though she was basically naked save for that skimpy top piece and the set of matching stockings and gloves. She had no clue where they were headed, her pants growing more frequent, her pace starting to slow, falling out of pace with her master.

By the time they had reached the steps downwards, the male traversing with ease while she was stumped how to make her way down without stumbling, she was worn out almost entirely. In a good, exercised way though. She'd been on the verge of giving up, though the timing of their arrival seemed near perfect in keeping her a pup. She carefully and rather slowly crawled along after Quincy as they entered the small room, trying not to see if anyone was watching. Pfft, what wasn't normal about a dude walking their pet?

[21:53] Quincy Augustine could hear the massive panting of his tired little puppy-bear, but he wasn't interested in giving her much of a break. After all, she was so exhausted she forgot to look him in the eyes and answer his question with a bark, so she clearly needed an attitude adjustment! Giving the leash a sudden, rough tug, he nearly pulls her face right into his leg, and depending on her reflexes her face would thud into that strong, thick right leg. "You stupid bitch, I asked you a question. Did you enjoy your walk? Good dogs answer their masters..." he says, and giving her just enough time to reply, he moves toward the center of the room. On the floor was that bowl of water, but just before the pair reaches it, Quincy holds her back, shaking his head. "Go on, beg for water. Show the nice people," he motions to the crowd idly drinking, "how a good puppy begs for something."

[22:03] Alexandra Ice was, as intended, pulled into him roughly with that sharp yank of her leash, bumping into him. The question had completely flown over her head at first, missing it in her state of tiredness, or at least hoping he wouldn't demand an answer from her, idly talking down to a pet. She would've said no, because it was cold out and she was tired, but all she could do was, "Rrf..Ruf." A clumsy bark. She still had to practice that. Yet again, she got away with her lame barking. Cool. The audience, now that she was brought into the center of the room, did seem a little daunting to her, as she was fairly coy, but seeing a dish with the glint of water was enough to shrug that off in attempts to crawl on over to get a drink. Of course, she was stopped, whining in an unintentional semblance to a canine. She exhaled, wanting to roll her eyes up at him, manging only a brief glance downwards of contempt before she sat herself up on her knees. It took her a while to set herself up, but she managed, paws lifted up against either side of her bust, draped downwards, back arched up straight with proper posture, tongue out over top her bottom lip, maw open and panting. At least that was how she begged for her 'bone'.

[22:17] Alexandra Ice keenly moved herself to the dish. She'd only been taught how to properly drink, well, yesterday. Thankfully she wasn't facing the small crowd, and her master didn't seem to be watching, after giving him a close look. She dipped her head down into the bowl, quietly drinking the water, not properly using her tongue to lap it up, as her master had described it was like 'licking his sack'. She wasn't doing it intentionally though to upset him, she was just super, freaking thirsty. She was getting quite into it as well, her front lowered down into the bowl, chin resting just in contact with the water, naturally hiking her rear up. Her thick, plush thighs were tucked together snugly, hip swaying just barely, that tail, plugged in her butt, swishing ever so subtly with her little natural movements.

[22:19] Shaun the Otter The otter makes his way to her food bowl, his cock already PLENTY hard from the nice show he was getting so all he had to do was pull out his cock and quickly jerk off into her food bowl. It wouldn't take too long until he lets out a low and happy moan and starts to fill her bowl, spurting load after thick sticky load into the bowl before setting it down and smirking, he filled it up about 3/4 of the way. It would be a nice meal for the cute polar pup.

[22:23] Armand Chianti rolls his shoulders, having situated himself comfortably in a chair not too far from the "show" and perfectly in earshot of the imposing polar bear hosting it. His silvery eyes trained on them both, an intrigued glint shining within them and moreso after Quincy had sent his proposition from the audience. Deciding instead to learn the side of his head against a closed fist, his jet-black locks of hair falling down loosely over his brow, Armand's deep and British-tinted voice responded in turn.

"I think I'll wait t'see how the show goes, good sir," he called out, his lips curling into an amused smirk as he flashed Alex a look of interest. "Let's see more of this new pet o' yours."

[22:23] Marylin Spotwell watched the panda drink letting out a soft pur from her seat comfortable with just watching for the moment. Watching her thick polar bear ass hike up as she drank made the leopard want to stick her tongue right down into her sexy ass. Underneath her table her paw moved up into her skirt rubbing herself.

[22:25] Quincy Augustine was rather glad that his request did not go unfulfilled. It would be far too much effort for the polar bear to feed her himself AND to do what he next had in mind! As that thick, hot otter cum fills Alex's food bowl, the strong, powerful, naked bear moves right up to the slut. Getting down on one knee, thudding his erect, mottled prick against the woman's bare rear, immediately feeling the wetness of her fur from the snow having melted into it. With eager force, he reaches outward, hooking his fingers into the woman's short hair, yanking her desperately gulping face from that bowl. "Now now, that's not how a puppy drinks water, is it, slut? Gosh, it's like you don't even want your bone. You do want your bone, and you do want dinner, right? Well then try again... show these nice people how a good puppy drinks from her dish.~"

[22:33] Alexandra Ice was astonished. Somehow, even though her head was dipped down, and she thought it was pretty concealed, he actually caught her 'cheating'. Her head was held firmly, tilted back slightly, back arched upwards sharply. From her chin, water was dripping, pattering onto the floor. She wasn't drinking with her tongue, rather slurping at it, and she did so silently. At least she thought she did. Or her master literally had eyes everywhere. She was biting her lip as he talked down to her, kinda upset she was being ridiculed for the most minor thing, but harshness would get rewarded in the end! She'd be the perfect pup, eventually. As soon as she was relieved, she dropped her head back down, oblivious to her master's cock resting against her butt and her filled dinner bowl, waiting next to her. With her tongue now, although no one behind her could even see she was doing it properly, or her attempts at such, she lapped away, scooping little cups of water into her maw, at an unsatisfying slow pace. It was clumsily, and most of the water splashed onto her cheeks.

[22:42] Quincy Augustine had hoped that by now, another few loads would have been added to the woman's bowl. Sadly, it appears that only a 3/4ths full bowl of otter jizz would be given to the poor, hungry little bitch. After letting her sloppily lap at that water for several minutes, Quincy decides that he has allowed the crowd enough time to participate, as it was well past the time to feed her! Waiting any longer would me incredibly irresponsible of a caring owner. So, his hips idly rubbing back and forth, teasing her flesh with the hot, fat cock she has grown so addicted to... if she was even smart enough to realize it was there. She wasn't good at focusing on more than one thing at a time. Tugging her free from the water dish, he turns her face, now letting her see the messy, hot bowl of jizz just nearby... letting her get just close enough for the smell to fill her nostrils. "Look, puppy... there's your food for tonight.~ Are you hungry, puppy?~"

[22:55] Alexandra Ice hadn't had much of the offered water, still a good half left of what had originally been in the bowl. As she was pulled up, she looked over back at him, bottom half of her face dripping from her chin with water. Only then she actually noticed her master's cock idly grinding up against one of her cheeks, her fur still wet from the walk they'd taken outside in that wintery, snowy weather. However, her view was rather placed on the second bowl, not even having noticed its presence. She blinked at it, filled a good ways through with quite obviously cum. She wasn't the brightest, but it was easy to identify her favorite thing in the world. That and dicks. She still hadn't worked out the order yet.

She was tempted to say yes, or nod, but knew he was expecting something more professional, in her case. She barked a dumb sounding, "Arf," gazing at the bowl and its contents.

[23:04] Quincy Augustine had a feeling that a few other "patrons" of this fine establishment might soon be donating to the slut's food bowl, given the tension that could be felt in the room. For now, otter jizz would have to suffice, so he just shifts the woman over slightly. Rather than let her push her own face into the bowl, Quincy towers over the polar-bitch, his fat, erect length still hotly throbbing into her fur, the promise of a treat soon to come. He pushes her head slowly downward, inching that maw towards the bowl of spunk until her nose was hovering less than an inch from the hot, potent meal. Were anyone to add to the bowl now, Alex's face would surely catch some of the splatter, but that was all part of the fun! He doesn't let her eat yet, though shaking his head as he pushes over her, fat balls now resting against her bare, pink slit. "I can't hear you, slut... come on... louder... let everyone know how hungry you are...~"

[23:18] Alexandra Ice was now facing the other dish, its contents sloppily dumped into the little bowl, but no matter. She wasn't delicate either. hovering just above, the scent and virility was strong, a slight warmth radiating off the thick, cloudy spunk. She wasn't physically hungry, but she didn't have to be to want to 'eat'. It looked appetizing enough to build up a specific sort of hunger. Of course though, will all things, she wasn't allowed to just relish in it, she had to pay. Held back, just barely out of reach, exhaling deeply, before she did as told. Even though the "ruuf.." that followed didn't quite express much, it was assumed she was speaking in response to him.

[23:24] Alexander Hatter slowly made his way up to Quincy and Alexandra, the fellow ursine working his thick, veiny, musky length as he watched the pup get properly trained. The bear took aim at the already full bowl and grunted. "Here, let's add some bear seed to the mix. A growing pup needs her protein," he said before letting loose a small torrent of cum, most of it hitting the bowl and splashing back up to hit Alexandra in the face. The last few spurts hit the small bear on the head, marking the pup just a touch. "Keep up the training, and I'll have more to add to the bowl."

[23:26] Connor Brown unzips his trousers, and begins to pump his cock. This entire sight was breathtaking. It only took him a couple of minutes of stroking and pumping before shooting another ounce into her bowl.

[23:28] Beatrice Kitsington finished her martini before she stood up from her table and walked out into the middle of the floor with a graceful sway of her hips. The kitsune moved in front of Alexandra. Beatrice lifted up her red dress up revealing a straining pair of black panties containing her cock before she pulled the panties down to make her hard cock spring out into view. The kitsune would squat down angling her thick cock towards the bowl swiftly stroking herself into it. "Aahh here it cums~," she said before long hot ropes of cum started shooting into the three quarters filled bowl just as Connor released his load.

[23:29] Hantai Kuma slowly approaches, her delicate fingers gliding under her skirt and rubbing her pink slit through her panties. She shivers and moans, chewing her knuckle as a pink hue crosses her face. She stops before Alex and Quincy. Hantai looks at the cum filled bown and clears her throat. Her figers trace her lower lips before she speaks.
"I know I don't produce cum, but... if it's alright, may I pour my juice into the mix?" she squeaks hoping it wall alright.

[23:32] Quincy Augustine grinned. He waited patiently as the two fellow ursines made their way up to his pathetic, cum-hungry little bitch and dumped their loads. As she was forced to hover above that bowl, unable to eat because of his grip, poor Alex's face was graced with thick cum, whilst her bowl was filled to overflowing. Add to that the cum from Beatrice, and the bowl would be a hot mess of musky cum the conflicting scents of each of those juices making for quite the odor. Alex's louder plea for her new food was enough to allow him, at last, to let go of her hair. "Eat up, bitch, and don't you waist a single drop. A good puppy cleans her bowl.~" Looking to the young woman, Hantai, he raised his eyebrow, but nodded. Hell, that could be fun, and change it up a bit. "Go for it," he muses, biting his lip as he drags his length backwards along that furry rump, his tip soon teasing against her little slit. "Don't worry, Alex... I know how hungry this hole is too. Don't worry, Master will feed you.~"

[23:37] Hantai Kuma smiled as lifted her skirt. She stepped out of her pink panties and begn to finger herself over the bowl. Hantai licked her lips and pantied as she slipped her dainty fingers into her vagina. After a good two or three minutes she squirted her juices into the bowl and some onto Alex's face. Hantai pants and smiles. kneeling down to face Alex. She smiles sweetly. Hanti claps her hands together.
"Accept my juices and please enjoy them~" she states before moving back, placing her panties into her teddy bear backpack.

[23:44] Alexander Hatter idly goes back to stroking his cock, still quite limp from the "meal" he gave Alex. The bear relaxed and watched Quincy teasing the pup, growling softly. "You want us to donate to the bowl, or are you alright with more 'direct' feedings?"

[23:45] Alexandra Ice was kinda shocked with the closeness of each patron's contributions to her bowl. It looked messy. Like, really messy. Thick and musky, a hot soup of.. one, two.. three four, five, sorta, loads all dumped together. It still smelled the same, for the most part. As she was let go, she didn't dive in, rather deciding to approach her meal more carefully. She would've just made a huge mess if she'd gone ahead, dipping her face down into the dish and gulping up those combined loads. She started slowly, with her tongue, as she didn't want to get scolded, lightly lapping up in short and spaced flicks with her tongue into her maw. It'd take her hours to get through it like that, but slowly she'd pick up her pace and start taking larger portions. The taste was interesting, putting it simply. It still tasted like cum, sure, but a weird mixture of a whole variety of viciousness and flavors. yum. During this, she'd barely even noticed her master teasing against her entrance, aware of his presence, though not really putting her mind on it, even if he managed to get a few rumbles from her.
[23:51] Quincy Augustine took a moment, letting his thick, hot tip rest against the pussy of his fucktoy, knowing that those rumbles were for him even if her limited attention was really focused on lapping up that thick, hot meal before her. Looking to Alexander, he shakes his head slowly, a soft murmur of pleasure rumbling from her lips. "The bowl only, if you please. This little slut hasn't earned the right to direct feedings yet." Grabbing the back of her skull yet again, he slowly pushes her head forward, despite his order for the water earlier! He wanted to see her really messy, stuffing her just into that bowl of hot, mixed jizz. It overflows from all the donations, dribbling down the sides, but Alex would get to that later. Right now, she had a bone to contend with, the bear's ten inch fuckrod pushing those folds slowly apart, until at last his girth pops into that ever-tight honeypot. "Guh... that's it... come on... slurp it up... the more you eat, puppy, the more bone you get... you want all of Master's bone, don't you?~"

[23:54] Hantai Kuma swallowed as she watched this.
"That's a shame abou the direct feedings. My honeypot could use a good cleaning." she murmured as more love nectar dribbled down her legs.