Doggy Style Island · Survival

I thought becoming the leader of a dog pack would be fun. It was, but it also came with a downside. It was now my duty to protect my pack, even if it meant going up against an entire army of feral dogs. There was no way I could battle them on my own, but perhaps I could use my intelligence to strike a deal. How far would I go to protect my pack? Would I have sex with a dog? How about two?

Excerpt from Doggy Style Island: Leadership:

I tried to convince the German Shepherds that the Husky and the Rottweiler were lying, but they refused to listen. According to them, they were two of their most trusted advisors. I was curious to know how such a thing had happened, but it mattered little. I had to figure out a way to restore peace or else my entire pack would be slaughtered. As angry as it made me, it appeared as though the only way to do this was to play along.

“I apologize for anything my pack may have done,” I said through gritted teeth. “Is there a way we can work this out peacefully?”

The German Shepherds never got a chance to speak. Before they could utter a single bark, the Husky stepped forward and gave a speech. This was clearly part of the plan he and the Rottweiler had concocted. With surprising eloquence, he addressed the crowd of feral dogs, claiming that I was a liar and a slut. He went into great detail, claiming that my poor leadership skills had led to the incident that had brought us all here. He blamed me for everything. But that wasn’t all he did. He claimed the only way to reestablish order was to restore things to the way they were before. He proclaimed the Rottweiler as the rightful leader of my pack and said I was nothing more than a lowly bitch good only for fucking. In fact, he even offered to take care of me. My enemies’ plan was now all too clear. The Rottweiler wanted his pack back and the Husky wanted me all to himself. And given the look on the German Shepherds’ face, it appeared as though they may get it. That is, unless I came up with a counterproposal.

“I have another suggestion,” I barked, speaking before the leaders of the feral dogs could accept the offer given to them by the Husky. “What if I promised to give you the best sex of your life? Would that convince you to forget the incident and agree to a new peace treaty?” One look at the brothers told me they were seriously considering my offer. As for the Husky and the Rottweiler, they looked terrified. They had come so close to getting what they wanted, only to see it slip away. It was such a marvelous feeling it forced me to do something that was both selfish and risky. But if it all worked according to plan, it would ensure everyone got what they deserved.

“Here’s what I propose,” I said before the German Shepherds could accept my original offer. “We have sex. If it’s not the best you’ve ever had, I will step down as leader of my pack, and you will become the uncontested leaders of the entire island. However, if I fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, we go back to sharing the island. What’s more, the Husky and the Rottweiler will be expulsed from your pack, forced to wander the island without a home or a pack.”

Silence fell over the crowd as we waited for the German Shepherds’ answer. My pack was nervous. The feral dogs were for the most part indifferent. The Husky and the Rottweiler were terrified. So was I, but for very different reasons.

After what felt like an eternity, the German Shepherds finally spoke. With one quick bark, they accepted my proposal. I was both relieved and terrified. If I succeeded, I would be ensuring the continued wellbeing of my entire pack. But if I failed, I would be dooming them to a lifetime of misery. The fate of my entire pack rested in my hands. It was a heavy weight to carry.

“All right, let’s do this,” I said, my voice wavering. I guess that was normal given the fact that I was about to have my first threesome. And with two dogs no less…