The Horny Dog - Part 1 · the Daughter (Bestiality From a Dog's Perspective)

I’m a dog, but my breed is irrelevant. All that matters is that my life was about to change drastically. Being hit by a car should have killed me. Instead, it led to me living with two beautiful women. The first was a gorgeous, barely-legal teen. The second was her equally stunning mother. I knew I would be unable to resist my animalistic urges. The only question was: Which would I mount first?

Excerpt from The Horny Dog - Part 1: The Daughter:

The two spoke in hushed voices. They kept glancing at me, pointing and giggling. I wasn’t sure why they were acting like a couple of schoolgirls, but I was about to find out. A quick study of my body informed me the collision with the vehicle had left me uninjured. However, my scrutiny also uncovered something else. I had a raging hard-on.

I had no idea why I was so turned on when I had only just regained consciousness, but it didn’t matter. This was no time to think about sex, so I shifted my body to shield my erect member. Perhaps it was only my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw a look of disappointment appear on the two beautiful women’s faces.

The mother—I would eventually learn her name was Candy—said something. From the way she stared at me, it was clear she was speaking to me, but I didn’t understand a word she said. I only had a limited understanding of the language humans spoke. Thankfully, her tone of voice spoke volumes as to her state of mind.

The guilt in her voice told me she was the one who drove the car that hit me. The fear was no doubt a result of the fact I had passed out from the shock of being struck by a vehicle. The worry made it clear she was concerned about my wellbeing and no doubt willing to do anything to ease her guilty conscience. As for the arousal, well, I assumed that had something to do with my erection.

When I didn’t react, the daughter—her name was Barbie—gave communicating with me a try. I interpreted her tone of voice and instantly knew how she felt. She too felt bad for what had happened to me, but there was not an ounce of guilt present. However, the arousal that laced her voice made me realize she was far more aroused than her mother.

As the young woman spoke to me, something happened. It took a few seconds before I realized what it was and, when I finally did, I was both shocked and disgusted. I was turned on. And not just because I had an erection. There was something about the way Barbie looked in that skimpy outfit of hers that made me wonder what she looked like naked. I craved the feel of her skin. I imagined myself mounting her and instantly felt my arousal skyrocket.

“What’s wrong with me?” I wondered. Never before had I felt this way about a human. It was wrong, unnatural. But as hard as I tried to ignore the tightness of her clothing and the curves of her body, her beauty was too much for me to handle…