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Moonlight shone down upon the lovers, walking hand in hand. They both had goosebumps, the owner because of the icy breeze that lazily passed through the pair, and the puppy because of the knowledge of what they were going to do.
They hadn’t brought much, enough that they could easily retrieve all were they to be caught. A plain picnic mantle, still unwashed from their previous excursion to the asylum, a bottle of lube, viagra, water, tissues, and some snacks, in case they felt peckish after. They were mostly for the puppy, however. Bratty as she was, she liked complaining about not getting to eat due to having to do bottom prep, but was always shut after her owner teased that it was her who was so adamant to do so when she could simply have her mouth used instead.
The puppy’s mind spun, looking to the sides and behind her occasionally, in search for any policemen or late-night walker. When she didn’t find anyone, she recounted in her head all the items they brought, trying to remember if they missed anything, all the while nervously cracking her fingers. It was only when her owner wished to calm her nervousness and planted a kiss on her temple that she calmed down, blushing and looking down at the floor, wishing she had a tail so her owner could tease her for how much it’d be wagging at that moment.
The park they were in was fine, objectively speaking. It wasn’t particularly dirty, but it was definitely not beautiful. Nor was the light-polluted night sky full of brilliant stars, as only a few dim ones could actually be discerned. To the puppy, however, it wasn’t that way. What she saw was a stage, perfectly and meticulously prepared for them. She felt that every silent step towards their fated park table was merely building tension, that every tree and flower closeby was a prop deliberately made for them, meant to frame the two in a play she would never forget, every star shining down upon them waiting and watching patiently for the end of their play.
Once they arrived at the park table the puppy had been thinking of for hours, her heart was beating hard. She couldn’t even hear her owner over the sound of her own heartbeat, but she knew what she was asking anyway, and so rid the table of any debris atop it and helped her owner put the mantle over the table. They then sat together, the puppy with her head on her owner’s shoulder as they hugged.
A pit was forming itself deep in the puppy's stomach. She had trusted her owner so far, and had been rewarded for it. She had her mind utterly broken and then reformed better than it ever was before. She got to wake up every day with a smile on her face as she realized where she was. She got the best hugs and cuddles she’s ever known, and was given pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced. Hell, she didn’t even know crying could feel good until she finally did it in her owner’s arms. But this was different. She knew how this was going to go. Her plays never have a happy ending. Her guess was that some policeman would show up. Her owner assured her she had a route, she knew how to escape the cops. But the puppy didn’t. What if she was so caught in pleasure she just couldn’t run? Could she ever run after having her owner inside her? No way. The pig would catch her and, if he didn’t kill her, he’d arrest her, and suddenly her family would know what the true purpose of her trip had been, they’d know that their pathetic fucking sadsack of a son was stupid enough to cross an ocean to have sex with a stranger. Shameful. Idiotic. Stupid.
And fuck, owner would get in trouble too, wouldn’t she? She had to live her life, had things to do, places to go. What if suddenly getting branded as a perverted criminal prevented her from reaching those places? What if she lost her job? What if puppy was forbidden from ever having a job for being a criminal now too? How would they live? They wouldn’t, would they? They’d fucking die. They would all die and it would be all her fault. She would’ve ruined another life, and for what? For the shaky promise of her “love”? Her owner should run. She should run, run far away to safety, where she won’t be hurt. But owner is too kind, too stupid to realize puppy’s love is worthless, far too small, far too much trouble.
She had been crying against owner’s chest for a good while now. She loves the way she hushes her, the way she knows just the right spots to pet her and scratch her in, but it barely feels like enough. It’s only after many honeyed words and whispered promises that puppy can bear to stop crying, though she still buries her face in owner’s chest.
They lay down on the table, hugging each other. Owner reassured puppy she didn’t have to do anything she didn't want to, that they could just enjoy their company under the moonlight. Puppy didn’t answer. She didn’t want to disappoint owner, and even she herself liked the idea! It just felt too… overwhelming. She was happy just laying down next to owner, listening to her as though she were the main singer with a backing chorus of crickets, singing her very favorite song.
But puppy didn’t want that. She had been selfish enough, she had to please her owner, surely. So, shakily, she climbed atop her, closed her uncertain eyes and brought her lips down to meet her owner’s. Owner, of course, reciprocated strongly. As puppy had discovered over the last few days, owner quite enjoys playing rough with her puppy. That had made it so puppy was somewhat scared of starting anything, lest she be hurt or doubt herself too much. “What if I don't actually want this?” “What if I’m doing this just to please owner?” Of course, such questions didn’t have enough space to enter her mind once she was actually being railed by her owner, whimpering and moaning her name over and over.
So after commencing the effort that had been kissing her, puppy would be all in owner’s hands now, just as she should be. She could feel owner’s hands groping and touching her butt, one sliding down her pants to get to properly massage it while her tongue intruded upon puppy’s mouth, now intertwining along puppy’s own tongue. It was then that the stage utterly vanished for puppy. As far as she knew, the only things that existed anymore were her, her owner, and the moonlight that covered them.
Owner was happy continuing to make out with and groping her puppy, but puppy was growing needy, she could feel her penis growing stiff (or as stiff as it could get with hrt) and she felt she needed more stimulation, she needed to make herself pant even harder in the short breaths between kisses. So she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding on her owner as she started to tease her butthole with her fingers. Drool was practically falling onto owner’s face as she smiled at her needy little puppy.
She beckoned for her puppy to follow her instructions, and so she did, without a thought in her mind. Owner was proud of her, and so scratched behind her ear in the way she liked most while she stood up and propped herself up against the table.
“Kneel.”
Puppy immediately fell to the ground. She knew what was coming, but her face shone red nonetheless, waiting for confirmation. Owner smiled at her pup’s neediness and nodded at her.
Puppy gulped as she started pawing at owner’s pants, failing to remove them with shaky hands. After a while though, she managed to get them down, and stared dumbfounded at the figure before her. She had seen owner in this angle before, but it felt just as divine as the first time. The chilly freeze, the night sky framing her in the center of puppy’s vision, the way in which she smiled at her… She was so paralyzed by her she didn’t even notice when owner’s hand suddenly appeared in the back of her head and shoved her right into her panties…
Puppy frantically licked at it after recognizing the slight musk she had become so accustomed to, trying to play with it through cloth, be it by moving the shaft around with her tongue from left to right or by planting kisses from the base all the way to the tip. It was only when it was sufficiently hard that owner pulled down her panties and let it flop around in all its glory. With a shaky smile on her face, puppy looked up excitedly towards owner.
After seeing her hungry smile, puppy started to lick owner’s shaft, starting with planting kisses on the tip that quickly let her tip enter her mouth to be caressed by puppy’s tongue. She slowly jacked her off at the base with her hand too, making sure she doesn’t lose balance by keeping her other hand on owner’s thigh.
Soon, she found her rhythm, being guided by the tempo of owner’s pants and by owner’s hand pressing her head into owner’s dick repeatedly. She felt as every thrust made it slightly further into her throat, doing her very best not to gag as she had been doing the last few days. But it must’ve been true time flies when you’re having fun, because it felt like it’d had been just a second, yet owner seemed close to cumming. Puppy wasn’t sure whether she’d choose to finish in her throat or outside her welcoming mouth, so she kept jamming her dick into her throat faster and faster, waiting for her command. At the end, and signaled by a really strong push into puppy’s head, owner chose to finish inside, letting puppy get her well owned nutrition as she gulped it needily, even going to lick clean owner’s still sensitive cock once she was done.
Puppy looked back up, seeing owner’s pleased face as she ruffled her hair and told her how well she did. Holding back a giggle, puppy stood up to hug her owner, her legs a bit jittery. After she received some kisses all over her blissed face, puppy laid with her back on the table, almost entirely removing her pants and the panties owner had gotten for her, letting them stay crumpled up on her airborne ankles. That way, she could put them up faster if they got caught, though what was on her mind was that when owner got between her legs, she could doubly leglock her with those clothes.
Meanwhile, owner popped a pill of viagra and got a handful of lube on her hand. It felt extremely cold to the touch, especially in combination with the cold nightly air, so puppy squirmed a bunch when owner started lubing her up, a satisfied hum from owner indicating she was enjoying this. After she lubed up her cock, she put it against her ass. Puppy squirmed once again.
“Do you want it, puppy?”
“Y-yess… pleasse….”
“Good puppy.”
And she rammed into her. The combination of being called good girl and feeling her suddenly entering inside her turned puppy’s brain into an orgasmic haze. As puppy’s toes curled though, owner was focused on her tight insides. She hadn’t been fucked before, except for her, so she was still almost painfully tight, but owner knew how to overpower her, she noticed the way in which her insides pulsed wrapped around her and knew just the moment to pull out a bit, and the moment to shove herself right in again. She put almost all her body weight right above puppy, all the better to get closer to her, so she could lick or softly bite her still-forming titties. She’d give her another hickie on the neck, but she’d have to remove her collar first, which just wasn’t worth it.
Puppy, at the moment, couldn’t control herself, all she felt was warmth was pressing onto and into her and after instinctively leglocking her owner, all she could do is hug her humping body while she moaned incomprehensible mutterings that, if somehow deciphered, could be understood to be pleas for her lover to keep going, calling out her name as well as God’s, knowing that to her there was no difference between the two.
After enough of owner’s rammings graced puppy’s prostate, her delirious pants started to approach something resembling “F-fuck,, i’m comingg,,,”, which neatly lead into her dick spurting out a bit of cum onto her belly and a lot of muscle contractions that felt like an extremely rough massage on owner’s dick, and after a bit, she came too.
Both lovers laid there, exhausted, but pleased with each other. They cuddled for a bit before owner decided they should get back home to avoid getting a cold, they could continue cuddling there. Puppy, however, couldn’t walk. Not only were her legs still shaking from the ordeal, but she was still leaking cum from her ass. After some reassurance from owner, she managed to put her pants back on and got up with her help. Her steps were slow and shaky, so she was forced to rely on her owner for support. Owner enjoyed watching puppy in such a flustered state though, and decided to whisper into her ears. She commanded her to stay aware of how, drop by drop, her owner’s cum was falling from her ass into her underwear. She teased her and called her “her good girl”, taking particular pleasure in the way she almost fell to the ground after missing her step when hearing that. She kissed her cheek, and whispered the most genuine thing she had ever told anyone.
“I love you.”
Puppy yelped as tears came to her eyes. She loved her too.