Ace of Spades
Setting: Earth.Ships: Ace / Spade.
Characters: Spade (ftm human dog), Jakeb Lopez (m
human), Ace (m demon hound), unnamed human.
Setting: Earth.Ships: Ace / Spade.
Characters: Spade (ftm human dog), Jakeb Lopez (m
human), Ace (m demon hound), unnamed human.
Spade knelt outside the store his owner was in, knees pressed uncomfortably against the asphalt. He didn’t complain though, because he saw no reason to. He was just a dog, a good boy waiting for his master to get done with his shopping. He would be more comfortable waiting in the car, sure, but it was a very hot day and dogs shouldn't be locked inside hot cars. His master was simply looking out for his well being. Only once did Spade eye the protective socks one of the other dogs wore, as it lay patiently waiting for its owner on its furry belly. He got over it though, as he quickly remembered that he had nothing to complain about.
His master had been in the store for quite a while by this point, though, and Spade was bored with watching cars pass by on the road or search for a parking spot, and was tired of the weirded out looks he got. They simply couldn't see that he was just another dog, hooked up beside the rest of the dogs waiting outside the store. People were silly.
A woman hooked up her golden retriever, not even sparing Spade a glance as she left it behind. She seemed distracted, which was better than stopping to stare with disgust. Spade did like when people stopped to pet him, though. It made him drip and made his tail wag happily.
The goldie was one of the more curious of the other dogs he was sitting beside, and it padded up to Spade to sniff his face. Spade leaned down to meet it, sniffing its face in return with his short nose. It snuffled around, setting the bun his long hair was pulled up in a little askew, and he snuffled back, playfully nipping at its silky ears. The goldie returned the favour, giving one of his sleek artificial ears a tug.
They conversed in that way for a while, sniffing, gentle ruffs. The goldie licked Spade’s face and Spade licked back. Initially the dog seemed startled, but then it returned to lick him with far more vigour. Its tongue was rough but gentle against Spade’s skin, and he saw how the other dog seemed to become more excited as they played.
The golden retriever shoved at Spade, growing a little harsh in its gestures. Spade didn't mind some rough play, though, didn't even mind the scratches in his skin as the furry dog shoved him with sharp nips.
Spade did let out a squeak of surprise as the goldie jumped though, shoving him down on all fours and in a crouch, a low crawling position, and he whimpered as he felt the dog's paws on his back. It scrambled a little, and Spade could have pushed it off, but it was doing what came natural to it; mount a bitch in heat.
The goldie’s shaft slid sloppily against his rear, jostling the tail pushed into his anus, and Spade glimpsed people with wide eyes staring as the golden retriever mounted the human dog in bondage. He felt excited by it, by the knowledge that he was causing such shock.
And then the other dog found its goal, and Spade cried out in pained pleasure as his cunt was invaded by the dog's shaft. It wasn’t very thick, but it was slick and it was warm, and it stretched him so nicely. Spade let out a happy whine as he relaxed his hips, to allow the dog to fuck him more easily.
It lasted for only the briefest of seconds, before a scream ripped through the parking lot and the goldie was pulled off of Spade forcefully. Spade whimpered in pain and loss, his cunt dripping with need. He lay on the ground, cowering away from the woman that owned the goldie. Spade said nothing to defend himself; after all, dogs didn't speak. He was grateful that a bystander piped up that the dog had willingly mounted him, though. The argument turned into a buzz, too much for Spade to pay any attention to as his need grew. He watched the goldie strain against the leash its owner tightly held on to, and he whimpered in longing as it was dragged off despite its protests. With the display gone, people dispersed, only a few remaining around the area.
A man came up to Spade, kneeling in front of him and reaching out a hand. Spade raised his head, and his tail started to wag faster as his insides clenched tighter around the silicone rod pushed inside of him. Spade sniffed the man's hand, licked his fingers, and basked as the hand ruffled the fur on his head. Fingers scratched behind one of Spade's ears, and rubbed his neck.
Upon the sound of a voice clearing itself nearby, Spade looked up, his attention perking up happily. He bounded over to his owner, front paws pacing in want to jump up to greet him. But he was a well-trained dog, and stayed on the ground. "Good boy, Spade," his owner praised him, and his hand came down to rub around Spades muzzle. His attention turned upward, to the man that had been petting Spade. "I see you like my dog."
"I do," came what Spade assumed was the other man's voice. Spade nipped gently at his owner's fingers, enjoying how they rubbed his skin and picked at his fur. "I think he'd be quite a match with my Ace. Do you breed him?"
Spade’s eyes widened, and an excitement welled up inside of him. He had not been bred before, but it was definitely something that he wanted to be. He was pretty sure not many were willing to breed their dogs with the type he was, so if offered the chance, he thought that it should be taken. With eager eyes, he looked up at his owner, who met his gaze. "I've been thinkin' of it, yeah. You looking for a bitch for your dog? I need to meet it first."
"Oh he's in my car. He's been getting pent up, so I'd pay good money for it. We can go half on the pups, or I can take them, if you're not interested in that bit. I'm sure we can figure something out." The man seemed to gesture toward the parking lot, but Spade wasn't paying much attention to that. He was still looking up at his owner with a pleading gaze, with want to be breeded quickly.
"He's in the car in this heat?" Spade's owner asked. The humans started to walk, and Spade followed eagerly and obediently, despite how the asphalt scorched his paws.
"Because of the heat," the other man said, and stopped between two cars, one normal car, and one large pickup. There was the click of a car lock turning, and the man leaned against the pickup, knocking at the glass window. It was far too high up for Spade to see, but his owner looked inside.
He nodded, and seemed satisfied. "You've got a more unusual dog as well, huh. Explains why you haven't had it easy to find a match. I assume it's the same as for me, at least."
"Yeah, pretty much. There was one that was interested, but that dog was way too small to be able to manage Ace." The other human pulled open the drivers door, and pulled out papers and pens. "Your dog can lay in the seat, while we work on business."
Spade's owner agreed, gesturing for Spade to jump up into the seat. It was a long one that went all the way to the passenger door, and Spade could lie down if he wanted to. He was more curious about this Ace dog, though, and sat in the seat, peering into the shadows in the back. He was met by a nose, pitch black, and many sharp teeth. He couldn't see anything beyond that, as though the darkness in the back couldn't be penetrated by the sun. He sniffed the nose that was in his face, and reached out his tongue to lick it. For a moment the nose retracted into the shadows, before it returned, and a large red tongue ran across the length of Spades face.
Not much else happened. Spade and what he assumed was Ace conversed quietly with licks and nudges, but Ace wouldn't let Spade see any more of him. He had to be something supernatural, Spade thought. Not that it really mattered. Spade liked how Ace smelled, a smoky sort of scent, and the other dog seemed nice thus far, and Spade ached with the need to be filled with pups, particularly after the interrupted mating with the golden retriever. He wanted to be stretched open and he wanted to be bred until he couldn't walk.
It was a shame to be interrupted, but Spade followed his owners instructions to get out of the car when he was called, trotting after him to their own car a few rows away. "Don't be upset," his owner said in comfort. "We're just moving to a better spot, then you'll get to have all the cock you want."
Spade jumped up into his comfortable cage in the boot of the car, and curled up in wait. His crotch hummed in expectation, twitching on air. With as much patience he could muster, he waited as his owner drove the car for far too long, but definitely not toward their home. When his owner got out of the car, Spade was already up, eagerly waiting to be let back out.
They were at an empty parking lot by a park, with forest on one side and sprawling grass on the other. A golf course, Spade thought he recalled. He followed by his owner's side as he headed toward the pickup that parked nearby, and it was with bated breath that he watched as the other dog owner opened up to let his dog out.
It wasn't a particularly big dog, but as Spade's owner had said previously, it was unusual. It seemed to emanate shadows, or perhaps consist of them. Its shape was bulky, vaguely doglike but also pointy in weird places. Its snout, which Spade had seen before, was the most dog-like part that the dog seemed to have. Its ears were large, it had horns, and other pointy protrusions on its body. Rather than a dog, it was some sort of beast, something not natural. Spade felt his stomach flutter.
Pulling a little at his leash, he looked up at his owner, who led him closer.
The two strange dogs sniffed each other, and Ace started to circle Spade. The beast of a dog was not on a leash, and when it snapped toward the leash attached to Spades collar, it was reprimanded, but after a while Spades owner undid the leash from Spades collar. Ace prowled, brushing up against Spade's side. Its fur was sleek, as though wet, and Spade breathed in the shadows swirling like smoke around it, tasting copper and spice on his tongue. Ace stopped to sniff at Spade’s behind, and his cunt, still wet and needy, twitched and gaped and beckoned the other dog. The dog’s tongue dragged a long wet stripe along Spade’s cunt, flicking the wagging tail coming out of his ass. Spade let out a gasp, and as the nose sniffed more around his wet hole, he keened.
The tongue lapped at him again, licking up the juices that flowed with more eagerness. It huffed, blowing air into the hole, and Spade keened again. He shifted, lowering his body so that Ace would more easily have reach up to his cunt. He wanted it so badly, this strange dog, even though he had no clue what a dog like this' cock would look like. He didn't care, he just wanted it to plug up his gasping hole quickly. He keened in want again. Ace finally obliged.
This dog had an easier time mounting Spade, seeming to know exactly where to put its paws for best hold. No wet shaft slapped in search this time, it found its way to Spade’s hole without hesitation, pushing inside as though it was emerging from the beast and directly inside of him. Perhaps it was. Spade had no idea how this dog worked. It grew longer, reaching further. Spade had never felt anything like it. Nothing had reached as far before, except the hose that sometimes was pushed up into him to clean him out thoroughly, or the long string of beads that was attached to one of his tails.
Spade cried out in shock and pleasure as the cock pressed so deep he was sure that it was breaching all the way into his womb. He shivered, his cunt clenching tightly in need around the shaft inside of him. Spade whimpered, swaying back and forth lightly as he urged the other dog to thrust, to pound, to wreck him with that long, long cock. He needed it to move, he needed it to pound his womb’s walls, to rub against his g-spot, to make him drip until the ground was soaked in his juices. Within his mind, Spade pleaded; he didn't speak, only whined pleadingly at the other dog.
But it stayed still, panting above him. Spade was on the verge of starting to sob, with how he ached to be pounded rough and hard. It was agony to be denied it.
How long were they still? How long did Spade plead in his mind, while Ace stayed buried and unmoving inside of him? He didn't know. While he was trapped in his desire, he could hear the background sound of their owners’ talk, a buzz like bees to his mind as he was consumed with need.
It grew cold, and Spade hadn't even realised that at some point, the sky had grown clear. He hadn't even noticed it growing covered in shadow, as it must have happened while he was still in the back of the car.
The moment the clouds shadows covered them, it was as if Ace awoke from a slumber or trance, and without warning, he moved.
The movement was so sudden that it was as if he pounced to attack, and Spade let out a startled cry as the cock inside of him was shoved deeper, this time not from its growth, but by Ace pushing his body closer into Spade’s. The beast had awoken, and finally, Spade got what he wanted, and he got even more than that.
Ace was harsh, unrelenting, and incredibly strong. Spade found his upper body pressed against the gravel, his cheek burning as it was scratched by the small stones beneath. He whimpered, and though his body ached, he felt bliss. He was finally pounded into with no mercy, with a savage desire, and it felt wonderful. The dog had somehow found that sweet, sweet spot that so many men had such trouble finding, and it had found it with ease. Something with the shape of the cock shifted, and without stopping Spade’s g-spot was rubbed against, constantly stimulating him. The tip of the cock rammed deeper than imaginable, and Spade could feel his skin stretch as it slammed against the wall of his womb. Had he not been so thoroughly trained he would have been sobbing with curses on his tongue, but his voice came out as whimpers of lust now, his addled mind still retaining his training well.
Drool dripped onto Spade’s back, pooling over his skin and running up his neck and into his hairline, trickling toward the ground through it. Claws scratched marks into his skin, he could through his haze feel them sear and he could sense the smell of blood far more sharply than he normally did. The drool stung the wounds, and when it reached the ground, it stung his scratched-up cheek. The cock slamming into him made wet squelching noises, as Spades cunt bathed in sexual fluids.
Up until then, the only sound Ace had made was loud breathing, until he unexpectedly barked, startling Spade to squeeze tighter on his cock. The dog made a grumbling, pleased-sounding noise at the back of its throat, and pushed even deeper. How that even was possible, Spade didn't know, but it felt as though the other dog was trying to push its way through the wall of his womb. Something round and bulbous pressed against Spade’s spread labia, and he realised as it pushed past with a fierce shiver that it was the smaller dog's knot. It shoved inside, and Spade, shivering at the pain and pleasure than shook his body, could feel how Ace's body was flush against his rear, pressing the wagging silicone tail down against his back and teeth nipping at his neck.
And then, Ace's cock pulsed. Spade could feel it, the way it grew from the knot and toward the tip, and then the cum washed into his womb like a gut-punch from the inside. He let out a cry. It felt good, so very good, and as the cum pumped into him, he came around the knot pulsing inside him, spraying fluids against the dog's shadowy hind legs. The dog on top of him nipped at his neck again, as if praising him, and it only made Spade feel even better. He swelled with cum, and he felt his stomach press against the ground as he brimmed with the thick, life-giving fluid. Happy, Spade whimpered. He felt Ace's hips jerk, and when the pleasant feeling of being stretched ebbed out together with the vanishing feeling of the cock pumping more inside of him, the dog pulled back. It made Spade sad, but he was just a breeding bitch, and hopefully, the seed had taken hold of his eggs and fertilized him. He wanted a big, big litter.
Ace didn't instantly pull fully out. His knot slipped out, but not the rest of his shaft. He stayed on top of Spade, thrusting more slowly in the wetness of their mixed juices. Spade basked, shifting his rear to allow the dog a more comfortable angle. Maybe the dog kept going because it would stimulate Spade into having a bigger chance of conceiving. Maybe Ace simply enjoyed Spade’s cunt a lot. Both would be ideal, but if Spade had to choose only one, he would choose the latter. Ace’s cock felt so good inside of him, slippery and gooey and determined in its path. He couldn't help the choked whimpering sob as eventually, Ace pulled out of him completely, and jumped off of Spade’s back.
Spade stayed there for a while, feeling cum slip down his skin as it sputtered out of his cunt, the amount too much for his body to contain. He wanted to keep as much of it inside of him, for as long as possible, and kept his ass raised. He had never actually been fucked with the purpose of breeding before though, so he didn't actually know what he was supposed to do to make the chance of pregnancy higher.
He could hear their owners talk, and he could hear Ace's deep breaths. But he was too tired to turn his head to look at the other dog, the dog that had turned him into a proper bitch.
Spade was still lying rear up when Ace was led back to the pickup, and even still as the human in it drove off. Spade’s owner crouched beside him, and ran his fingers through Spade’s messy wet hair. "You did good, Spade. We'll see soon if you're a dame or still just a bitch." Spade smiled, and he could feel his tail wag. His owner opened up the back of his car, and the gate to Spade’s cage. "Come on boy, let's go home and get you washed up, then you can have some treats and a nap."
Although exhausted, Spade struggled onto his paws, and made way to the car. He was grateful that his owner helped him up, because he couldn't have done it himself. Spade toppled onto his side, falling asleep as the car headed up on the road.