Monster Girls: A Horny Puppy

The Fenrir are creatures of legend. Often seen as the source of ancient 'Werewolf' mythos, they are a species of demi human with canine faces, digitgrade legs, and furry bodies. They are a different species from your average dog folk, having a far more animalistic likeness and being more like wolves than humans. This made it nearly impossible for them to pass as human in places where bigotry and slavery still held sway.

One such place was the American south in the 1800s. Thousands of black and demi human folk were enslaved to a selfish and malicious wealthy class. Centaur chained and forced into hard labor. Lamia sold into sex slavery and sensual entertainment. Dozens of other species native to the Americas downtrodden beneath those with the money and force to keep them captive.

A young Fenrir named Cassandra was in that exact situation. She was kept chained and whipped, working away in a kitchen for her 'owner'. That is until he was forced out of business by another large plantation. He had to sell off much of his land and the majority of his slaves. Cassandra was one of particular value due and she was brought to the city to be sold at auction to pay many of his debts.

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"We have next, this fine specimen of Fenrir. She is young and fine. A clear trophy to be desired. She works hard and is in good health. We will start the bidding at two hundred dollars." The auctioneer said, tapping a gavel on his stand.

He stood before a large crowd in the marketplace. To his right, bound in heavy manacles, was a woman. She wore a ragged dress and stood with her eyes downcast. She had a cute face with a short snout. Her body was covered in fluffy brown fur and a long, heavy mane of it came off her head in thick curls. Her paws were small and delicate, but worn by years of forced labor. She had a body more beautiful than most had seen in their lifetimes. Heavy with breasts and lined with head-turning curves. Her worn and fraying brown dress and white bodice did no favors for her gorgeous form. A long, full tail hung limply behind her. The morose, hopelessness in her features did little to diminish her attractiveness.

"Two hundred." One man raised his hand.

"Two twenty!" Another yelled quickly.

The bidding continued until it had cleared eight hundred dollars. Things started to slow, as the people buying here today were more interested in a strong back than a shapely non-human. It wasn't like any of them wanted to befoul themselves by laying with her anyway.

"Come now, surely such a treasure will not go for so little." The auctioneer urged the crowd.

A man in regal clothes and a thick cloak raised a gloved hand, "One thousand dollars."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! One thousand dollars. Do I hear one thousand fifty?" The auctioneer whooped. He looked around at the quiet people, "One thousand twenty five? One thousand twenty?"

Nobody responded.

"One thousand going once. One thousand going twice." He raised his gavel and waited a moment before banging it, "Sold to the gentleman in the dark hood."

A man pulled on Cassandra's chains and drew her off the stage. Over to the side, he waited for the mystery man to come over. He held up a key, "All yours, good sir. Just hand me the payment."

"Here you are." He drew a thick bundle of paper from his coat and handed it. Bank notes. A thousand dollars worth.

The man thumbed through them and nodded, "Good. She is yours. Fine business, sir. I wish you good favor."

"Thank you." The man took Cassandra's chain and led her away.

Originally she had tried to fight. She had tried to resist. The thought of escape tormented her for years after she had been enslaved. But it grew more and more difficult to try. She couldn't take the beatings, the lashings anymore. She just wanted to settle down with a good man and start a family, have some puppies. Lots of puppies. She wanted a huge family. The thought of it brought fresh tears to her deep emerald eyes and they streaked down her nose.

Her new owner came to a halt at the sound of her whimpers. He turned and reached out. She cringed and turned her head, waiting for the blow meant to silence her.

"Hey. Calm down. No need to cry." His hand caressed her face gently, wiping the tears from her fur.

She looked up in honest shock, her heart clenching in her throat. He cradled her cheek with a soft touch that made her unable to breathe. She couldn't see behind the dark veil in his hood, but she swore she could hear a smile in his voice.

"I've got a carriage waiting on the edge of town. I've worked hard to acquire you and I don't want you to be scared. Your life will only get better from today." He said quietly, rubbing a thumb sweetly along her tall pointed ear. Her tail flicked as a little shock of excitement went through her. He held her chain up for her to see, "This is only for them. It's only for us to get away safely. I promise you that, come sundown, you will never wear chains again."

Cassandra gulped and nodded.

"Good. Let us be off." He said, turning and hurrying away.

She closed her mouth and hurried to keep up. Who was this man? Was he saving her from slavery? She couldn't hope. She didn't let herself. This had to be a trick. If she hoped again and lost it, she knew she would break. Her heart would break and she wouldn't ever hope again.

But... just maybe...

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On the edge of the small city, the faceless man led Cassandra to a waiting carriage. A white man sat up on it, reading a book while the horses chewed lazily on the thick green grass at the side of the road.

"In, in you get." He said, opening the door to the carriage, "Johnson, I was sucessful."

"I can see that, sir. I am indescribably happy for you." He said, snapping his book shut.

The man stepped in after Cassandra, "We're off, Johnson. Take us back to the farm."

"Right you are, sir." He said, picking up the reigns and clucking his tongue.

Inside the carriage was nice. It had a soft bench on either side and the windows were covered with curtains. The mystery man took a seat across from Cassandra and sighed with relief.

Cassandra kept her mouth shut. She was too used to being quiet. Masters didn't want a slave that talked unless asked. If she talked out of line, she would be punished severely. But when the man pulled the veil up and drew back his hood, she couldn't help but gasp, "You! You're... You're..." She slapped her paws over her mouth in contrition fear.

The man was no man at all. He was a Fenrir like her. He had ashen grey fur with a streak of black over one side of his face. His eyes were a sharp yellow and one of his ears was missing the top of it. He drew off a pair of thick white gloves that had been concealing his canine-like paws. Next he kicked off his boots and gave another great sigh of relief as he was freed from the uncomfortable disguise.

"Well come now, speak up. What is your name?" He said, drawing the key from his pocket and unlocking the manacles around her wrists. He dropped all the chains to the floor of the carriage and tossed the key with them.

With a gulp and a rub of her wrists, she said meekly, "Cassandra."

"Cassandra! Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I am Jeffery Leosson." He said, leaning back with his paws in his lap. "Now, ask it. The question you are holding."

"Am I to be free?" She asked, her voice quiet.

"In a sense. If you leave and go free, you are in danger of being captured again. So for all legal purposes, I own you. But this does not mean I am going to chain you and put you to work. You will live on my farm, free to choose what you wish to do. You will have your own room and food, good food, will be provided. If you wish work, I will pay you to work. Any time you leave the plantation, you will do so under the disguise of being my slave to prevent another from taking you. I do not advise doing this without accompaniment, as you well know slaves are not treated well. You are safe with me." Jeffery said with an approving nod.

Cassandra stared in surprise. Then she said, "What... what if I want to be free?"

"Then you shall have it. You may leave right now, if you so wish. Though if you desire, I can barter passage for you north where it is safer. There are people working to free slaves all throughout the southern states." He said, gesturing idly to the door.

That surprised her. He just spent a thousand dollars and was going to just let her go. She couldn't believe any of this. Her heart pounded and her mouth was dry as she said, "Um... why?"

"Because you shouldn't own another person. I am given donations and money by friends from the north that want to see this made illegal. I use this money to purchase..." He said that word with disgust and unease, "People of all kinds to give them a chance at freedom. If you want to help with this, then I have ways for you to help."

Cassandra nodded, "So... Are there any other..."

"Like us? You're the first. We're not common around here. It may surprise you to hear, young lady, but people who have claws tend not to be enslaved too easily." He smiled, showing bright white fangs.

"I was taken as a little girl." Cassandra sighed, looking down at her knees, "All I've ever wanted is a family."

Jeffery leaned forward and took her hand, "Well, you have one in us if you want."

She looked up at him, her heart pounding for entirely different reasons now. He was pretty handsome. He could clearly provide a good home. Her eyes went to the crotch of his tailored black pants. Her nethers were growing warm and wet as her mind pondered his size.

"Cassandra?" His voice cut through the haze of her arousal, "Are you well?"

She reached up and unbuttoned the collar of her worn dress, "What I meant was... A family of my own. What better way to win a young woman than to save her?"

Jeffery smiled a crooked smile, "I cannot deny you. You are a very beautiful woman and I've had such thoughts since I first learned of you, but I didn't want to impose."

"There is no imposition upon the willing." She said, standing up and moving over to his side of the carriage. She continued unbuttoning her dress until the line between her plump, full breasts was visible.

He hummed and rubbed at his collar, "My, you are quite forward. An attractive quality in a young lady."

She pulled the last button, exposing the curve of the top of her breast. With the collar of her dress in hand, she pulled it down one shoulder and exposed herself somewhat. The fine, warm brown fur across her breast heaved with her hot breath.

With one gorgeous, round boob, tipped with its perky pink nipple hanging out, she eyed Jeffery, "It's hardly fair for an innocent young lady to expose herself alone."

"It is lucky we have a long ride back to the plantation." Jeffery smiled, freeing his cloak and unbuttoning his own shirt from top to bottom.

"I hope you are ready, sir. I have never known the touch of a man before and I find myself quite excited." She whispered, pulling down her other sleeve. She crossed her arms under her heavy chest and squeezed them together a bit.

Jeffery tossed his cloak and shirt on the other bench, showing off his broad, muscular chest. The grey fur was thick all the way down his front, enticing Cassandra to imagine further down. She drew down her own dress and let it fall to the carriage floor beneath her feet. Her body utterly naked before him, she felt her pussy growing unbearably hot in anticipation. She hadn't lied, her body was still virginal before him and she could only imagine the pleasure that she was about to experience. After a night or two spent in heat every month longing for a mate since her teenage years, she didn't want to wait. She put her hand to his belt and undid his trousers. The front of them was growing tight with a bulge hidden inside.

"You are a gorgeous woman." He said, putting his own hands on her body as she reached down his pants. He slid a paw up her belly and squeezed one of her breasts, eliciting a lusty gasp from her.

Her own paw closed around the erection in his pants and she marveled at the heat of it. She thought her own pussy was blazing with hot desire, but his cock felt like it was throbbing with pure hellfire. She imagined that heat plunging inside her, filling her to heavenly bliss, and then the glorious shower of seed that would fill her. More than just fill her, she wanted him to pump so much semen into her womb that she grew heavy with it. She wanted his seed to fill her with young and give her an entire litter of puppies.

His finger slid between her thighs and rubbed through the thick, wet mess there. It had started to seep onto the carriage seat and when his finger slipped into her, a messy squirt of it showered down her thighs. She gasped sharply and her body clenched. The touch of a man.

The touch of a man!

Her breath was coming in frantic pants now and she was rubbing his dick with wild excitement. She let go of him and grabbed his leg as her pleasure reached a fevered peak. Jeffery had barely done much of anything at all. One skilled finger was plunging her depths and sending her head spinning. She had masturbated lots of times in her years but it had never felt anything like this. Nothing had even come close.

"You are a very, very wet woman! Very wet and very excitable." He said as he worked harder into her pussy.

She moaned loudly and shuddered in his grasp. Her legs splayed wide and a massive spray of squirt showered all over the other bench and wet the floor of the carriage. Her body went into mating overdrive and she could think of nothing but his cock. She needed cum inside her, desperate for it. She wouldn't take no, wouldn't let him leave without. Her tail wagged wildly behind her as she stood up, legs shaking violently and hands on his legs to steady herself.

"Whoa! Whoa, Cassandra. Don't fall." He said, grabbing her naked hips to steady her.

"Cock. Cock!" She exclaimed, "Cock, now! I want it now!"

She grabbed his pants and dragged them down to his knees. His dick, deep red and throbbing hard, stuck up quickly. It was very thick at the base, remained such through the middle, and tapered down to a thin point. Huge fuzzy balls sat on his thighs, a sign of very, very impressive virility. No doubt he would be flowing with semen right now and her mouth hung open, panting and drooling over the sight. It looked so hot, so arousing, so... right. Human cocks weren't bad, but this seemed much better. It shaped was much more pleasing to her eye.

"You are really in heat, aren't you?" He said, smelling the heady scent of her girlcum. It had been some time since he had smelled one of his own in heat. It was extremely arousing and he was quickly growing as fevered as she.

"I want your puppies. Make me pregnant!" She said, climbing up on his lap with her knees on either side of him. She held his cock and poised herself above it. Thin streams of juices ran from her and ran all over his shaft. She lowered herself down and savored the feeling of it sliding between her lips. There was no resistance, as she had no hymen to speak of. Years and years of horny masturbation in want of a mate had long since taken it from her.

In her wild lust, she shoved herself down on him and slammed her ass into his lap. Her tail stuck straight up and jerked back and forth. His immense girth stretched her pussy and made her eyes roll back into her head. So very perfect.

She dug her claws into his shoulders and ground her hips against his, feeling every bit of his cock that filled her pussy to the limit. It stretched her out in every way that made her drool. The fine tip rubbed playfully against her cervix and made her belly tighten up with ecstasy.

"Cock! Yes! Oh fuck I love cock! I've wanted this for so long!" She panted, tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her heart pounded away wildly and her head was spinning. The inside of the carriage was growing hotter and her breath was fast.

"My goodness, you really are a horny bitch, aren't you?" He said, holding onto her plump ass while she rode him.

"Yes! A bitch! I'm a bitch! A lusty bitch in heat!" She moaned wildly and threw her head back, "I'm a bitch in need of puppies!"

"I'll give them to you." He grunted, rubbing his face between her breasts as they fucked. He groaned as her tight cunt squeezed and milked him. "I'll fill you with my seed!"

"More! More! Fuck me harder!" She replied, starting to ram her hips forward in short, jerking motions. His dick burned inside her and her wetness ran across his lap in little streams. The bench was getting damp and her lips were squelching wetly with each motion.

They fucked like animals. Like needy beasts. The carriage reeked of sex and of her pussy juices that were splattering everywhere. It didn't take long at all for the end to approach.

"Are you ready?" Jeffery growled, nipping at her throat playfully.

"Yes! Do it! Don't hold back! Fill me until I break!" She yowled and pressed herself against him as she felt him growing inside.

At the base of his thick cock, he was growing thicker. A lump that could break a bitch's mind. A knot that inflated until it tied them together and stretched her cunt in ways she never dreamed she could want so badly. Her body was hot and sweaty, desperate for that final release.

It came rapidly. As his knot reached it's full size, they were locked together in an embrace more intimate than anything else. A spray of hot goo poured into her. A pulsing went through him and shot after shot of semen filled her horny, fertile womb. Deep in her tubes, thick spunk full of lively little swimmers rose further. It flooded her eggs and she could almost feel the moment when they started to take. This much cum and he wasn't even slowing down. She was sure to be pregnant. Her body was wracked with uncontrolled orgasms.

The thick knot did more than just tie them together. It plugged her pussy in the most delightful way. His semen could go nowhere but her body. Her body, it seemed, could not hold as much as she wanted it to. Her womb was full, her canal was swimming, and her eyes were bulging out of her head. Her belly started to stretch as the pressure of his nut grew greater. They were still pressed together, but their middles were being pushed apart by the slow inflation of her.

When he finally came to his last few small spurts, she was sporting a cute little baby bump born of pure baby batter. She slumped weakly against him and just reveled in the glow of impregnation. She never knew such ecstasy and wonder that it brought. One litter wasn't enough. Ten wouldn't be enough. She wouldn't be happy unless this amazing man was filling her with puppies every day until she was no longer fertile.

God, she hoped that day would never come.

Jefferey wrapped an arm around her and sighed, holding her close. He knew they would be in this embrace for some time. His knots were notoriously large and long-lasting. She would definitely get the puppies she wanted, she just needed to wait a little while. So he leaned over to the window and opened it, "Johnson?"

"Yes sir?" He called back over the sound of the rattling carriage.

"Find us a slower way home. Take another hour." He instructed his driver.

"Right away. Got a nice scenic road to take. Smooth and long." He said.

"Perfect." Jeffery closed the window with a smile.

Cassandra nuzzled him and hummed with delight, "You are amazing, mate. I never want this to end."

"It hardly has to. When we get back, I'll show you to my room. I want you to marry me." He whispered in her ear.

"I'm yours forever." She cooed.

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Cassandra came to find the 'Free Wolf' Plantation to be quite delightful. Work that used to scare her and drive her to paranoia of failure now enchanted her. He insisted she needn't do anything, that he paid others to do such. But she refused. She loved Jeffery, loved to cook and clean for him, loved to see the glowing smile on his face when he came to their bedroom and found her splayed naked, waiting.