Taking in a Stray

A hasty submission. Had the idea and rushed to get the main part down.

There is no bestiality involved. He's a shapeshifter of sorts and can switch between his dog and human form.

Noncon oneshot for now, but may return to edit and develop into a romance/smut series. Enjoy!

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I ran to my doorstep and fumbled with the keys in my hands, cold and wet from the rain. As soon as I succeeded in unlocking the door, I stepped into my house, and cranked up the heater. I swept into the bathroom and turned the hot water on high and plugged the bathtub. In my bedroom, I turned up the electric heating pad of my bed to the highest setting, grabbed a couple towels from the dresser, and headed back into the bathroom.

I adjusted the temperature of the water, making sure that it was warm and not scalding. I removed all the bottom half of my clothes.

Only after I finished these preparations did I finally allow myself to open up my jacket. I wanted to retain heat and expose it as little as possible. Even with my efforts, it hadn't stopped shivering. Carefully, doing my best not to rock it too much, I removed the rest of my clothing.

I finally stood there naked, with what looked like a large, trembling mass of soot pressed gently against my chest for warmth.

"Ah, you poor thing," I crooned softly as I stepped into the bathtub. "First things first, let's get you warm."

I lowered myself into the bath. Instead of submerging it right away, I tilted the warm water from my hands into its fur. It continued to shake itself to bits.

"I know, I know," I murmured, even though it hadn't once made a sound. Even a whine would have made me feel better. Was it too weak even for that?

I patiently kept tipping water over it until it was sufficiently drenched. When I felt it might have acclimated to the temperature, I slowly lowered it into the water. It stirred a little at the stimulus, but didn't fight.

"Good baby, you're doing so good," I praised it in as pleasant as voice as possible, and stroked its head.

I didn't have the proper equipment for my new guest, so my own things would have to do for now.

"We'll have to do some shopping for you tomorrow, little one," I told it as I reached for my own shampoo.

I wanted to clean it as thoroughly as possible to properly examine it and prevent any diseases, but I also didn't want to take too long. The poor thing was probably thirsty and starving.

I worked quickly but gently, lathering and rinsing it once before repeating the process once more. As I washed it, I checked for any signs of injury.

I found one scar that started by the right side of its face, under his ear, all the way across diagonally and down towards the left side of his chest, but by the looks of it, quite some time had already passed, and it was fully healed. It was scrawny and bony, but luckily seemed not to have retained any other major injuries. I now stood in the water because it was starting to become grey, but my work was paying off.

"You're... white! And... looks like you are a strapping young boy! How about I call you Alabaster? My strong, handsome pup, Alabaster."

I finished his last rinse and unplugged the bath. I grimaced as the polluted water swirled slowly down the drain.

"My bath can wait. Remember, you owe me one!" I joked as I turned on the shower head. I cradled him in one arm and washed my body quickly as best as I can.

When I finished, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped him in a fluffy towel. I used another towel to briskly dab most of the water off my body and wrap my hair up.

I placed the doggy towel burrito on my sink and massaged gently to wick away as much of the water as I could.

"I know you won't like this," I admitted to him apologetically as I reached for my hair dryer, "but I hope you'll know I'm really doing this for your own good. You'll be cold again if I leave you wet."

I dried him as thoroughly as I could, and when I finished, I couldn't help but giggle.

"Look at you, you look so poufy right now!! Sorry, you're just so cute. Let's get you some food and water right away."

I wrapped him into another dry towel burrito and hurried into the kitchen. I filled a small bowl with filtered water and set it onto the kitchen table. I sat on the chair and nestled Alabaster into my lap. When he was settled, I took the bowl and raised it to his snout.

"Here you go, boy. It's water, Alabaster. Water. Drink this."

He seemed to have more energy now that he wasn't shivering it all away. I helped him raise his head to the bowl and was delighted to see the pink sliver of his tongue lap at the liquid.

"Whoa, boy, slow down. I don't want your tummy to hurt." I had to periodically pull the bowl away to portion his intake. I wasn't sure when he had last put anything into his stomach, and gobbling water on empty was a surefire way to throw up.

"How about something solid, hmm, Alabaster?"

I held him up in my arms as I got up to explore the contents of my refrigerator.

"We'll get you some food, too," I promised him. "But some chicken breast sounds good for now, huh?"

Luckily, I had some leftover chicken breast from the night before. I heated it up for just a couple seconds in the microwave so it wouldn't be cold, and I settled us back into the kitchen chair. Alabaster's nose was quivering as he sniffed, and I smiled.

"Yeah, you smell that? Mmm, chicken!"

I tore the warm meat into small morsels that would be easy for him to chew and digest. I offered him a piece, and he eagerly but gently lipped it into his mouth. I fed him like this for a while, offering praises and encouragement in between. By the end, he was sitting up in my lap and actively nosing my hand for each next bite. After giving him the last piece, I spread my fingers and showed him my empty hands, palms up.

"All done! What a good boy you are!" I rubbed his cheeks and gave him a quick kiss on the top of his furry head. "I know you want more, but let's start with that, okay? No tummyaches today."

As if he understood, he booped his nose against my neck and licked my cheek. My heart melted. I pressed my forehead against his.

"Such a good boy, Alabaster. Let's get some sleep now, okay? You think you can walk now?"

Gingerly, I picked him up off my lap and set him on the ground. He swayed just a little bit but stood firm, his long, bushy tail wagging the tiniest bit as if he were cautiously happy about his accomplishment.

"Just like that!" Alabaster's tail swished more widely, confidently. "Just like that. Come."

I got up from the chair and walked backwards to my bedroom, beckoning him with my hands. "This way."

He followed me with no hesitation, and I was relieved he looked okay. There was no falter to his step that might indicate some kind of injury. I climbed into my bed and lowered the electric pad to a more reasonable temperature. I raised the blanket and patted the spot besides me.

"Here's your place, Alabaster." He bounded up lightly and padded to where I had indicated. He pawed at the sheet lightly, turned a few circles, and plopped down, curling his body into a loose croissant.

"...Do you understand everything I say?" I asked him, a pleased smile creasing my face. He turned his head, licked me once, and curled back up again with a sigh.

The smile didn't leave my face as I settled in as well. What a clever dog. What had happened to him?

My mind started wandering. As much as I had already grown attached to him, I had to find his owners quickly. If he had any. He was malnourished, but there wasn't a sure indicator that he had been out on the streets for long. Maybe I shouldn't have named him? Well, I had to call him something for now. Still, I had to do the right thing. I would pick up some dog supplies--food being of utmost importance-- and then some materials for posters.

I sighed and glanced at the clock. Almost an hour had passed as I turned my thoughts over, and I still hadn't fallen asleep. Alabaster slept quietly beside me, his furry body rising and falling with his breaths.

I was still naked under the covers. I hadn't put on clothes after washing. I reached down placed my middle finger on the hood of my clit. Absently, I started moving in slow circles. I would rub one out real quick, and hopefully I'd fall asleep afterwards. I started to speed up.

After a couple of seconds of faster stroking, I finally started to feel the pressure building. I placed my hand flat against my mound and stiffened my fingers to apply more pressure and speed until it was a blur on my clit. With my other hand, I finally caressed a nipple and tugged on it gently.

My breath hitched and quickened.

My legs straightened and locked and my toes curled. My muscles clenched and unclenched as it anticipated climax. The heat in my core tightened and tightened until it couldn't tighten anymore and spilled out over my body in wracking waves. With stuttering moans, I hastily pulled my fingers away, but continued to feel the jolts in my clit from the tightening of my thighs. I rode through my pleasure, not stopping it, letting it do to my body what it would and writhing slowly as a result. Finally, my twitching stopped.

I felt the slick of arousal between my legs, and my clit throbbed pleasurably. My muscles had spent themselves, and my mind was a lovely haze. I sank into slumber.

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Scent of arousal.

My cock immediately became engorged from the familiar smell. I had fallen asleep as a dog, but the body that I looked down on now was human. I must have shifted back to my human form somehow. But I would think about that later.

A bitch needed breeding.

She was right beside me. I impatiently pushed aside the blankets that covered us, completely exposing her.

There. Between her legs.

The scent was so powerful, there was no doubt about what I had to do next.

I swung my body over hers, my cock at the ready. Driven by a primal urge, I grabbed her hips and pulled them towards mine, spearing her in one stroke.

Her whole body jerked and a shrill yelp tore from her lips.

Ah, the wonderful sound of mating, of a bitch in heat-- in need!

She scratched at me and battered me with her hands, but I easily grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and continued to pound away. That kind of reaction was normal in mating. She was also making all kinds of loud sounds, but that was normal, too.

I was in a haze, and couldn't think about anything but the warmth that encased my cock. She was a bitch ready to be rutted! I will sow her with my seed, and we will have strong, mighty pups!

With the thought, I thrust into her one last time and filled her. My cock flared at the base, locking us in together.

I fell over on my side, and she fell with me. I pressed my nose into her hot neck, indulging in her delicious scents. It would take another twenty minutes or so for my knot to deflate. With my cock pressed firmly into her moist warmth, I fell asleep.

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I screamed and jolted awake when I felt something ram into my pussy. Since I had masturbated before falling asleep, I was somewhat wet, but not enough to fully prevent pain. I hadn't fingered myself, only rubbed my clit, so I hadn't prepared myself for any kind of penetration. I felt searing pain from the massive intrusion.

"Ahhhh! Please stop!"

He was large and ramming into my cervix, and I couldn't help but shriek from the pain. My body automatically recoiled and adjusted itself so that he was now entering at a different angle. The sheer force of his ramming still made my cervix ache, but it was still much better than before, and... pleasurable.

I was terrified, my heart hammering in my chest, and reeling from the initial pain but also dazed and confused from having just woken up.

Add to that this new intense feeling of having a place deep within me pounded, and I was lost. My mind had already been hazy from drowsiness, and it didn't help with this cloud of pleasure that fogged up my brain.

Still, I felt keenly aware this was a dangerous situation. What the fuck was going on? Who the fuck was this??

The constant fucking was jarring, and gasps and moans escaped strangled from my throat. My eyes kept rolling to the back of my head, but I focused my bleary vision as much as I could to observe my assailant.

The white hair was the first and only obvious thing I noticed as it brightly reflected the moonlight from the windows into the darkness. His face was in shadow, and I could only make out a strong neckline that expanded outwards into broad shoulders. The man was a hulking, pounding figure that loomed over me. His hands were large, and tightly wrapped around my waist. My waist wasn't small, but it felt tiny in his powerful grasp. I had clenched my nails into the backs of his hands, trying to pry him away from me, but he was an absolute monster and didn't slow down, even though I felt the scraps of his skin under my fingernails. I clawed and pushed against his stomach to try and soften the slamming instead, but my scrabbling fingers were futile against his hard abs. He effortlessly swept my hands up over my head with one of his.

"P-please-don't-do-thi-i-i-s," I pleaded loudly, my voice in staccato from his rhythmic thrusting.

This maniac might as well have been an automatic fucking machine, because he continued at the same hard pace. His hips pummeled mercilessly into me and the room was filled with rhythmic slaps and the sounds of my voice, screaming, pleading, and moaning in turn.

Despite myself, my body was starting to react to the stimulation. His slamming was causing my breasts to swing and my nipples grazed the skin of his chest. When he started, his dick had been slamming into my cervix and I couldn't get him to slow down, but I was able to angle myself slightly that he was hitting a different --and now enjoyable-- spot entirely. It was a spot located deep within me, and every thrust pushed me closer to what felt like madness. The combined sensation of such violent stimulation of my erogenous spot and my nipples made something hot twist inside my lower abdomen.

The sounds I was making were no longer coherent, just blubbering. My arms were cramped from trying to fight a losing battle, and I finally let them drop and clutched at the sheets instead. I buried my face into my shoulder for comfort and to cushion the impact somewhat.

With a sudden jerk, he pushed deeper inside and triggered my orgasm. My toes curled and a scream tore from my throat as my body spasmed and contorted from pleasure. I felt his cock twitching inside of me, and my body's automatic response to another being coming was to clench along with it. I writhed and gasped in pleasure and felt like it was the end of the world.

I was still trembling and twitching from release when I felt a strange sensation between my legs.

Was he... getting harder?

I was weak from physical exertion, but tried to prevent a second round of assault by clawing away from him.

But his hands remained fixed on me, one around my wrists and one on my hip, and his dick inside grew and grew and grew...

"!!!! PLEASE! YOU'RE GOING TO RIP IT TAKE IT OUT PLEASE!"

My words didn't make much sense, but the meaning was clear. I was hysterical that my vagina might be torn apart. As big as he was, this type of expansion seemed impossible, and I thought somehow maybe he had been fucking me with one of those inflatable dildos...? In any case, if he continued, I would be ripped open. I was already feeling like something was going to tear.

Just when I thought I might black out from the sheer possibility of terrible pain, I felt that it had stopped expanding. I fought to calm myself down and turn my shallow, ragged breaths into deeper more controlled ones.

"--Wah! Mmf!!"

He had wobbled and toppled over, taking me with him because his dick was still hooked? in my pussy.

I felt him press close into my neck and inhale deeply. His breath made the skin of my neck prickle and I shivered from the delicious feeling.

What was wrong with me???

Now that the feeling of imminent danger had passed, I felt my consciousness crashing around me. I didn't even have the energy to try and extricate myself from the hold of this stranger again. Instead, enveloped in the warmth of this assailant and connected to him through the most intimate part of my body, I was pulled into sleep.