KIX x REED

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3

PART 1

“Oh, so, puppy, I got a few gifts for you.”

Kix looks up from the pile of packages he brought up from the mailroom and smiles at me. I put my phone down. “Really?”

“They were an, uh… let’s say I was missing you when you were at work, and I was a little…” He laughs. “You’re gonna like them. Trust me.”

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!”

He brings a few small packages over to the couch and places them in front of me. I rip the tape open on one with my keys.

I pull out a collar. It’s a spiked dog collar like the ones I normally wear, but given the way Kix is standing over me and basically snickering, I have a feeling I know what the rest of these boxes are going to entail. I giggle. “Is this…”

“A collar.” He nods. “There’s more in the box, puppy.”

I flap my paws. “Ahahaha! Really!? This is for me?”

“Hey, keep going.”

I start digging through the box and find what he’s looking for. Clothes. There’s a sweater — a lovely lavender thing that’s designed to look like it’s dripping. I hold it up and almost laugh at how short it’s cropped. It’s amazing. Beneath that is a short skirt, and beneath that is a fishnet top. “Oh my god. Really? Ahhh! Ahhhh!!! For me?”

“Okay, don’t get too excited yet. There’s more, there’s more.”

He sits down on the couch next to me and I nuzzle up next to him. I can’t even think about the fact that there’s more because I am so happy right now.

I’m not exactly what you would call feminine. I’m very happy with my body, of course, but I’m not the softest in the world. I’m 5 foot 11 and 200 pounds. I’m taller than Kix, even when you factor in his horns. And, of course, there’s my dick. I am, to put it delicately, very well endowed. Normal boxer briefs are already hard for me to wear without it looking like I’m packing a hard-on at Christmas dinner.

It doesn’t matter. I’ve always wanted to wear clothes like these. Always always always. I flap my paws in excitement.

“Take out the last thing, puppy.”

A pair of panties. A beautiful pair of panties.

“Can I try these on?”

“Please!”

I practically run into the ensuite bathroom with all of my items in hand. Everything fits remarkably well considering this clothing is not meant for someone my size. I look really fucking cute. Then I go to slip on the panties and I run into a problem.

“I don’t really fit in this,” I call through the door.

Kix speaks from the other side. “Oh, I thought I got the right size. Does it not go around your waist or—”

“No, um…” I am blushing so hard right now. I cannot believe that this is something I get to say to my boyfriend, as weird and dumb and horny as it is. I love everything. I stutter my way through it. “No, the skirt fits. My um… dick… is too big for—”

He giggles on the other side of the bathroom door. “Aw, doggy. Your dick’s too big?” He clearly relishes getting to say that as much as I do. It feels so good. My dick is too big for the panties!!! Ahahahaha! What a great fucking world! “It just doesn’t fit?”

“I’m… hard—”

“Aw, puppy,” he interjects under his breath.

“And it just… doesn’t fit in.”

“Here, puppy, I’m going to come in, okay?”

“Yeah.”

And I get a look at myself in the mirror as Kix walks in, this hunkering dog lifting up his skirt with his paws and trying to stuff his dick into his panties, and it’s just not working, and Kix has such an overjoyed look on his face. My dick is big. He leans against the door and grins at me.

“Wow,” he says. “Wow.”

“I’m sorry, I…”
“What are you sorry about, puppy? Are you sorry your dick is too big?”

“I…”

“My puppy’s got a big dick, huh?” He steps forward and scratches my chin. “Aww, my little puppy has a big dick, huh?”

My face is burning. Kix has complete power over me right now, and he knows that. Oh my god, it’s humiliating. He bought me the panties intentionally because he knew they wouldn’t fit, but he knew I would be too humble to say anything about it, and now he’s taunting me using that. He’s scratching my chin. He’s smiling in my face. He moves forward to push me into the bathroom counter.

“Hey, look me in the eyes, pup.” I don’t even realize that I’m staring at the ground until he says it, so I look directly into his eyes. I try to glare at him seriously to maintain any sort of control but he just snickers. “You’re a good puppy, aren’t you?”

I’ve been standing here holding up my skirt for the better part of a minute now. I let it fall, but that only creates this obvious bulge. Then, of course, my dick springs out of it and holds the skirt up. I yelp.

“Awww, puppy, is that your big dick? Hmmm? My little puppy’s big dick? Ruff ruff ruff. Good boy. Good booooy. Goooood boooooy.” I put my paws up in front of my face involuntarily. I am so red right now. “Aww, little puppy, there’s no need to be embarrassed. There’s no need to be embarrassed at all, little doggy. Not when you have a dick like this, huh, little puppy?”

Kix pushes through my paws and puts his muzzle right up in my face. I am trembling a little. My tail is wagging like fucking crazy. He goes in to kiss me. I stick my muzzle up to receive it.

And then he pulls away.

Kix leaves me pushed up against the counter, a trembling, whimpering, shaking little mess. Precum is dripping down my dick. My fur is thin and white so you can see blush all over my paws, all over my tummy, all over everything. And I realize I haven’t spoken since he came in the room. I open my mouth to do so but I’m not even sure anything can come out. All I want to do is whimper.

“Yeah, puppy,” Kix says. “That’s what I thought.”

I bark. My dick pulses with pleasure.

“Come with me, little doggy.” Kix opens the door to the bathroom and steps outside. When he sees I’m not following him, he grabs my paw. “Good boy. Come here. I’ll take care of you, puppy.”

He places me on the bed, then lies me down. It’s all so warm. It’s all so nice. I feel like a cozy little puppy. I am a cozy little puppy.

“Do you want belly rubs?” he asks. I start thumping my tail against the bed. “That’s what I thought. Good boy. Good boy.”

Kix rubs my belly softly. He has to move around my dick which is lying on my belly, positioning his hoof underneath it very deliberately. Each subtle touch of my dick makes me more and more excited. He starts rubbing my belly faster and faster. My breath quickens and my tail wags like crazy.

I am losing control. I am losing control.

“You are a good boy.”

I am a good boy.

“You are a good dog.”

I am a good dog.

“You are my good little puppy.”

I am his good little puppy.

I am a good dog.

I am a good dog.

I am a good dog.

I let out a howl.

And Kix grips my dick.

“Do you want me to jerk you off, puppy?”

I nod.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

I nod again. My whole body wants it.

“I’m sorry, you’re going to have to use your words, puppy. Do you want me to jerk you off?”

I try to speak but the words don’t come out. I whimper instead. Please. Please please please.

“I guess you don’t want me to jerk you off, then.”

I bark at him. It’s fucking loud.

He snickers. “Oh, oh, ooohhh. You do want me to. Okay. You should have just said that puppy.”

He uses two hooves. He holds the bottom still, squeezing the base of my dick nice and tight, and he moves the top hoof around in an almost circular motion. I lift my tummy off of the bed with how good it feels. I am a lot closer than I thought I was — I can feel the base of my dick throbbing in his hoof.

Kix keeps jerking me off. With his free hoof, he feels my soft inner thighs. He pulls my panties down and pushes my skirt away, giving him free access to everything. He moves in and gives me a soft kiss on my balls. He kisses my inner thighs. He pets my tummy again.

I stick my thighs up in the air when I think I’m ready and begin panting with my tongue all the way out. Kix just keeps calling me “puppy.” He repeats it over and over and over again. “Puppy puppy puppy puppy puppy puppy puppy puppy. Who’s a good puppy? Who’s a good little puppy? Who’s being such a good dog right now? Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?”

My dick begins pulsing harder and harder. “Are you gonna cum?” he says. “Are you gonna cum? Is my good little doggy going to cum for me? Are you going to cum for me, little puppy? Are you going to cum?”

And when I do, I feel it in my entire body. I practically have to kick him away from me as soon as the orgasm starts because it’s such an intense feeling, and if anything touched me in the slightest it would be overload. I cum all over myself. I feel wetness on my face, I feel it on my chest, I feel it pooling on my tummy.

All I can do is breathe out. Catch my breath. Feel the warmth of the pillows. Feel the smile soften on my face.

I immediately begin the pull of sleep. I dreamily look at my wonderful boyfriend standing above me, and when I close my eyes, I don’t open them again.

“Good dog,” I hear Kix whisper. He wipes me off with a paper towel and gets me situated under the blankets, before cuddling up next to me. The last thing I hear before I go to sleep is his voice. “I love you, doggy.”

PART 2

I love Kix so much.

I love my boyfriend so much. I am so filled with love right now. There is no better feeling than lounging around on the couch with my boyfriend in our underwear. He’s sitting upright, watching old football games on our TV. I’m laying with my head resting on his thigh, up close and personal with his bulge tucked in one of his old jockstraps from college. His hoof is petting my back, moving back and forth so slowly.

Kix isn’t paying attention to me right now – every so often I can feel his body tense up or his petting stop because he gets really invested in the game, even though I know he’s seen these before – but maybe that’s what makes it so nice. He’s petting me so casually, like I’m his little puppy so of course he’s going to pet me even when he’s not focused on me.

Being a puppy has melted my freaking brain. Whenever he gets me into this headspace, when he pets me and calls me a good boy and asks me to be a good little doggy and cuddle up to him, it’s like everything melts away and I’m just a little bundle of love. I love my boyfriend and I am a good little doggy.

I’m laying down on the couch with my butt in the air. I’m hard right now, my boner pressed up against the cushions of the couch, but I’ve been hard since the beginning of this game, however long ago that was. It doesn’t really matter. All that matters is the feeling of Kix’s hoof against my back, his warmth, his fur, his bulge in front of my face.

I’ve been transfixed on it for a few minutes now. I love it when he wears jockstraps. He looks so good in them. I’m a few inches away from his bulge, but if I just scoot a little forward, I could press my muzzle into his bulge. Kix wouldn’t mind. He wouldn’t mind at all. I’m just a little doggy.

My tail starts wagging at that idea. I want to press my face into his bulge. I want to smell it. I want to put it in my mouth.

Kix looks down at me. “What’s going on, puppy?”

I make a cute little face at him and stick my paw under his waistband.

“I’m sorry puppy, what?”

I try to make my eyes even cuter.

“Use your words, puppy.”

I bark at him.
“No no no, we don’t bark. No barking. Use your words puppy.”

I whimper, then pull at his waistband again. His expression doesn’t change, so I cock my head and move closer to his bulge.

“Puppy,” he says, scratching the back of my head. “Is that what you wanted? You couldn’t use your words?”

I rest my head on his bulge and he smiles.

“Does my little puppy want my bulge?”

I nod.

“Yeah? Little puppy wants my bulge, doesn’t he? Yes you do, little puppy. Yes you do, good little puppy. Here.” He places his hoof on the back of my head and presses my muzzle into his bulge. It is soft and warm and everything I wanted. “There you go. There you go, little dog. Good boy.”

I can feel his cock hardening against my face. I begin to pant.

Kix acts like he’s going to go back to watching his game, which drives me crazy. He can’t just stop here. I can’t take another hour of not even getting to see his cock. I whimper again.

“What, puppy? I’m watching my game.”

I whimper.

“C’mon, little doggy.”

I give him the biggest, saddest puppy eyes I could possibly give him and stick my rump up into the air. He snickers and then sighs.

“Okay, doggy. I’ll take my cock out.”

I bark again.

“Ah ah ah, no barking. If I take my cock out, you won’t bark, right, boy?”

I remain still.

“Good. Let’s get that out for you.” He pulls his jockstrap down and his hard cock flops out onto his stomach. He does it in this irreverent way and then goes right back to watching the TV and rubbing my back again.

I feel his cock against my face. It is so warm. His cock is maybe six inches and it’s very thick. I just stare at it for a moment before I stick my tongue out. I start licking, hoping it’ll draw his cock into my mouth. It’s not working. Before I start whimpering, Kix guides the tip of it into my mouth without even looking.

I start sucking his cock instantly. I have to open my muzzle wide to fit it all in. He smells so good, like rose and a little bit of sweat but in the best way possible. I lap at his cock with my tongue as I’m fitting it down. Eventually it touches the back of my throat and I keep it there, my eyes transfixed on the fur on his thighs. I can’t breathe but I don’t care. I stay as long as possible, come up to take a breath, and go right back down.

“Good boy,” Kix says. “You really don’t want me watching my game, huh?”

I look up at him and he smiles. He finds the remote and turns the TV off.

“Let’s focus on you, little doggy. Keep going.”

I can feel precum leaking out of my dick. I start humping the couch on instinct.

Kix gets me into a rhythm with his hoof on the back of my head. It’s so easy to do. I know exactly when to breathe, right when to go down and when to come back up. He guides me through all of it. I even hump the couch in time. All I have to do is be his good little doggy, and he reaffirms that every moment.

“Good boy. Good boy. There we go. Good good doggy. Yes, there we go. Good.” He tilts his head back and lets out a moan. “Yes. Yes. Good boy. Good boy. Fuck.”

His other hoof reaches for my butt. We keep lube in the coffee table for circumstances like this – he seamlessly lubes his hoof up without me losing the rhythm and he rubs my butt. He bought me another pair of panties that fit my dick this time and I’m wearing them now. He worms his hoof under there and begins to pet my fur, and before I know it he’s pressed his hoof up against my butthole.

“You ready, puppy?”

I nod.

He presses his hoof into me and begins to finger my ass. I let out a whine with his cock in my mouth and start going faster.

“Fuck, there you go. That’s a good doggy. Keep doing it just like that.”

I do. My mouth is getting numb but I can’t stop. My spit is all over his cock and all over my muzzle. I bring his cock down into my throat and then pull out and I repeat it all over again. Kix is bleating and grunting and I can feel his cock hardening even further.

“Okay,” he gasps, “Okay, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum now.”

I take a deep breath.

He presses my head down to the base of his cock and keeps it there. His cock explodes in my mouth. I can feel each individual string of cum pumping down my throat and I can feel every single pulse of his cock. His cum tastes so good – so salty and warm and wet. I swallow it all. I am filled with him right now. I am tasting him and smelling him and breathing him and I love it. I love it so much.

Eventually, his breathing regulates and he pulls his hoof from the back of my head. I don’t want to pull away but I feel his cock getting softer and that tickles something in my throat. When I pull out, he turns my head so I’m looking at him.

“I love you so much, little puppy.”

I smile.

“I love you, I love you so much. What a good little doggy you are.”

His paw finds my erection and he touches my bulge in my panties. I lay down my head in his lap as he jerks me off. And when I finish, it’s the sweetest feeling in the world.

PART 3

I am spending less and less time at my own apartment now. I’m well past keeping a toothbrush at Kix’s place – most of my clothes are there, I end up at his place after work most days, and I even call all of the things in their “our” things like I bought his TV or his comforter. I brought over some of my pillows and my blanket and my shag carpet, actually, because his living room was big and empty otherwise. It beats my place, though, which is like living in a dog crate. My fifth floor walk-up studio apartment has enough space for my bed and a Craigslist couch and a kitchen big enough to cook rice in and nothing else.

Regardless, I am in my own apartment now. Kix has been out the last few nights with his football buddies from college who are visiting Portland, so I’ve been living out one of those “romanticize your own life” TikToks. What that means for me is having to do all of the puppy pampering that Kix normally does for me and getting really really stoned.

My collection of cute clothing has slowly been growing ever since Kix and I figured out I like dressing like this. After I got home from work, I lit a candle and looked through my clothing for something cute to put on. I found a pair of panties that barely contain me flaccid, a cute pair of boyshorts, thigh highs, and a collar that Kix bought for me that has my name on the tag. All of the tops that are cute are at Kix’s, so I just put my work shirt from the boba place on.

Even though I put that on just for me in the name of self care, I still take a photo where I’m presenting my ass to the camera as hard as possible and send it to Kix. That’s self care too. I realize he’s with his friends so I send fifteen memes afterwards so he doesn’t open it in front of them.

After that, I put in a mobile order for a burger and fries (I tip them well, okay?) and take most of an edible. 10 mg is enough to get me pretty high, like sitting there and unable to remember what I was thinking about 10 seconds ago high, but not freakout high. I’m a big dog and I could handle some more, but considering that I’m alone I take a little less than 10 mg. I bite it off and spit the rest back into the package. It’s self care!

Let the games begin. I pull my laptop out and put on some old Vsauce videos. I have watched these things a hundred times and I will watch them a hundred more times.

This is bliss. I love getting high with Kix, obviously – we have every possible consent issue worked out and in the rear-view mirror – but it’s a whole different thing to do it alone. Besides when the delivery driver knocks on my door and scares the shit out of me, obviously. I have to walk up to the door half-baked with my junk begging to poke out of my shorts. He hands me my burger with a smile that either means “you are so pathetic” or “I want to fuck you” and my stoned brain can’t decide on either. Once he’s gone though, I am alone, really actually alone. I chomp on my fries, leaving the burger for when I’m stoned-stoned.

You know it’s bad when I start getting puppy. I am sticking my butt in the air watching “The Zipf Mystery” and when the video ends and my mind is blown, I close my laptop and push my head into the blanket. It just happens. The physical sensation of that feels good, as does the fat of my thighs rubbing together, as does stretching my little paws forward, and when I get an erection it’s just par for the course. The erection pushes against the fabric of my tight shorts, which is already a lot when I’m sober but it’s the only thing I can focus on now that I’m high. I lay back on the bed and poke at my boner with my paw, too cozy to do anything but look.

And then there’s another knock at my door.

I have no idea who it could be. They knock again. My mind flashes through people – my mom, maybe, coming to tell me off for this large dog-shaped creature I’ve become, or maybe it’s the burger delivery guy coming to fuck me, or I made plans with a friend and don’t even remember because I’m so high.

“Reed, puppy?” a voice says from the other side of the door. It’s just Kix. I relax so much that it physically feels like I’m dropping. I don’t know what he’s doing here but I so much prefer him to anyone else.

“Come in,” I say.

“Door’s locked.”

“Oh. One second.”

I take a deep breath, a sip of water from the cup sitting next to my bed, and stand up. It feels like a fucking orgasm. I don’t even know how I make it over to the door but I unlock it for him and open it up.

Kix takes one long look at me, at my red eyes, the water dribbling down my cheek, the massive erection threatening to come out of my shorts, and he smiles. “Hi, puppy.”

 I look back at my boyfriend in his football jersey and I am filled with love. I bark back at him.

“Little puppy barking at me, hello.”

“Hi,” I try to say with my human words. “I didn’t know you were…”

“I texted you! My friends cancelled on me. Womp womp.”

“Oh, man.”

“Yeah, you sent me a photo of you in your cute little…” He snickers. “You are so high.”

“I’m so high!”

“Is it alright if I come in or do you want alone time?”

“Come in.”

“Okay, puppy.” He ruffles my fur with his hoof and I practically melt right there. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He keeps ruffling my fur and that makes something in me give out. I sit right there on the floor and close my eyes and stick my tongue out and start panting. “Good boy. Oh good good boy.”

I lay back onto the floor. Kix squats and gets his hoof under my shirt, then starts rubbing my belly. “Such an eager little puppy, huh? Just falling apart at the sight of me. What a good boy. Bark for me puppy.” I bark for him. “Good boy. So eager.”

I could do this all day, but Kix stands up. “Let’s get you onto your bed, huh?”

I wish he could pick me up, but I have to stand up and walk over instead. Fine. I lay down on the bed and he sits next to me. “Yum,” he says. “Burger. Do you want a bite of your burger, puppy?”

I nod. He holds the burger up to my maw and I take a little bite. It’s the best taste of food I’ve ever had.

He lays me back down and continues rubbing my belly. His arm keeps pressing against my erection again and again. My dick pulses.

“What a hard little puppy you are, huh? You’re a good good little doggy. Do you want me to touch you, little puppy?”

I nod furiously.

“Ohhh yes you do. You do want me to touch you, huh?”

He takes my boyshorts off in one swoop and I kick my legs and bat my tail in glee. He lays them carefully on the edge of the bed, then lies down and pushes his muzzle into my erection. My dick is so big that it’s poking over the edge of my pelvic bone, pushing all the fabric with it. He gives it a good kiss and I pulse in pleasure.

“May I take your dick out, doggy?”

I nod.

“Good boy.”

He maneuvers my dick out – maneuver being the key word. It’s a whole process. I don’t normally let myself be proud of it because it’s not like having a big dick is anything but good luck, but I let myself beam with pride right now. Kix finally gets my dick out and a stream of precum is leaking down me.

I love the feeling of poking out of panties. My butthole is exposed too. I spread my thighs wide and let him rub my tummy again, pulsating with pleasure every couple of moments. He lifts my dick up with his left paw, being very deliberate to give me as little pleasure with it as possible – all he’s aiming to do is give himself more space to rub my fluffy belly with. Jokes on him because it still feels really good. He starts rubbing my belly faster and faster and I start growling at him and I finally let out a bark. “Message heard,” he says. “Good puppy.”

He moves his hooves down to my inner thighs and starts rubbing there. I start squirming with how good it feels. “Good boy,” he whispers. “What a good little puppy.” His hooves start moving up and up until he is rubbing my perineum. I am whimpering and moaning and whining. I move my thighs up to give him better access to my butthole and I whip my tail around. I want him inside of me so fucking badly.

“Okay,” he says. “You win.”

He stands back and I look on with pure horny excitement, whipping my tail into the bed again and again. He takes his jersey and tank top off first, then undoes his belt, and finally drops his pants and lets his hard cock spring out. He pushes my thigh back and lubes me up using the lube I keep on my bedside table, then pushes his cock against my pulsing asshole. He is a moment away from entering me when he looks me in the eyes. “May I, puppy?”

And I nod, more sure of it than anything else in my life.

When he pushes himself inside of me, it sends literal waves of pleasure throughout my body. I can’t describe it any better than that. I feel it in my ass and in my dick first, but it is very quickly rushing through my arms, through my thighs, out of my tongue. It’s like I am filled with sand, maybe, tumbling over every part of my body. Every little movement either of us makes is like a landslide inside of me.

“You’re a good boy,” he says. “You’re a good boy.”

I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy. I’m a good good good good good good good good good boy.

My brain is off the entire time he fucks me. All I feel is pure pleasure, pure sensation, pure happiness. I feel my boyfriend fill me up with himself, fuck me as hard as he can until there is no more Reed left and I am just a little doggy being pleasured. He keeps whispering in my ear, commanding me to bark, touching my dick. I just follow his command.

And when I cum, it feels like I’m orgasming forever. I can’t tell the difference between cumming and not cumming – it is a pure stream of essence leaving my body, of being filled up with love. I cum all over myself. I cum on my face. I get some on my tongue and I swallow it. Kix rubs it into my fur. He cums deep inside of me and I am filled with his little puppies. I am his little puppy filled with his little puppies. There is nothing better.

We cuddle after that. He rubs my head and scratches my chin and gets me water. He puts on a Youtube video for me and lets me complete my puppy transformation, not speaking, not thinking, just being a little doggy. I eat my burger ravenously and fall asleep in his arms.  

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