Girl's Best Friend

Another lazy Sunday morning rolled around, people cozying up in their homes to rest and relax, the streets mostly empty and quiet besides a handful of children here and there enjoying the summer sun, the air filled with the inviting smell of greenery and sun. It's around eight in the morning, a good amount of people still snoozing away in their beds, taking full advantage of the free day to pay off some of their sleep debts. Others however were a bit more energetic, already up and about, taking care of business. Among those others were Page's parents, the pair hustling around downstairs. They were under the impression that their daughter was firmly in that latter group, still sleeping upstairs, but they were mistaken on that part. Because Page, the 11-year old black bear girl, was anything but sleeping, the cub laying next to the door to her room, her ear carefully listening to each and every step her parents took. Her paw was reaching down to her nethers, rubbing over her panties, the pair slowly but surely getting soaked as she tried to relieve herself, thinking of her plans for the morning. She was wearing nothing except a light and loose t-shirt, and a pink pair of panties, the girl enjoying sleeping light. Amongst the assorted noises downstairs, she heard a few low barks and whines of the family dog, Sid, causing her rounded ears to perk up and her fingers to tense up against her stained panties, almost letting a slight moan escape her lips before swallowing it on the last second. She knew the usual Sunday routine of her family, and she didn't want to disturb that, lest she ruin her plans. Around this time they'd usually go to the shops to buy some food for the beginning of the week, as well as a good amount of snacks of course. They'd usually take about an hour or an hour and a half, and that was prime time for Page to take care of her business. Finally, she heard her father zipping up his hoodie, and the front door opened. She rushed to her room's window, overlooking the front yard, seeing her parents loading up into the car, and driving off. Her blue eyes shined with excitement as a drip of her juices fell from her soaked panties onto the floor. She ran out of her room, quickly clambering down the stairs. At the bottom waited her best friend, and her boyfriend, Sid, an Australian shepherd. His back and sides were a handsome grey, with a few black spots dotted around, giving way to a brilliant white on his belly. He stood up as he heard Page climbing down, his tail wagging as he sat at attention and panted. She knelt down to nuzzle the Aussie, her muzzle getting a wet welcome as he licked her nose. The two were inseparable normally, but even more intimate when they were left alone. 

It all started about a year ago, Page was close to turning 11. And she was feeling the effects of puberty, hard! She'd discovered masturbation at a quite young age, finding porn not too long after, and she used to occasionally flick her bean or grind against her pillows just for fun, enjoying her dry orgasms. But now, it was like she was possessed by a succubus, her whole body flaring up and screaming for a breeding. She was on the verge of RSI on her hands from all her rubbing and fingering, and she needed to clean her pillow covers so often her parents were probably getting suspicious. And yet, nothing was enough to quench her body's thirst for long, the nagging feeling of heat turning up soon after she was done, turning into an unavoidable feeling of lust after just a few hours. It didn't help when she could swear she noticed some of the boys staring at her when her problems were at their worst, a good number of them canines. Could they smell it on her? Either way, her days quickly filling up with lots and lots of masturbation, wherever and whenever the need was just too much to bear (if you'll excuse the pun): her own bedroom, bathrooms around town and at school, the locker room, changing rooms in stores, outhouses, or even just a bush somewhere in a forest or off the side of the road. And the panties, God the panties! She was sure she'd dehydrate and shrivel from the amount of liquids she was leaking out of her pussy, not a single pair of panties could be spared from the wave of pussy juices. The clear, sticky substance clang to the fur on her thighs, her underwear, her pants, and just about anything else that was within a few meters of her when she needed to relieve her pent up nethers. She could thankfully sell the increased amount of laundry she was producing by just saying that she was sweating a lot more, she read that was supposed to happen during puberty in one of her biology books, and her-- parents seemed to be buying it, though hopefully neither looked at her laundry too closely, or smelled them. 

Not too long after the inescapable problem of her own hormones started, she did discover at least one thing that seemed to help for a while longer than just her own paws. And that something was the family dog Sid. One particularly warm day, Page was wearing a quite short skirt, enjoying letting her pussy get some air. She was standing outside in the backyard, watching Sid play around as her parents sat in the living room. It looked like the dog had caught a scent of something, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air all around. Eventually he trotted up to Page, sniffing at her ankles, moving up to her thighs. For a moment she was instinctually about to push him off, but something inside of her really wanted to see where this was going. Soon the dog had his muzzle under her skirt, his nose poking over her panties, a tongue running over the quickly growing wet patch. She let out a small squeak, when the backyard door suddenly opened, her father stepping out. She jumped, immediately pulling her skirt back down to cover herself, pushing Sid off. She was mostly hidden behind a bush thankfully, her father not suspecting anything as Sid ran off to greet him when he patted his legs. But as she flicked her bean minutes later, hidden in the small shed in the backyard, her mind was filled with nothing except thoughts of the dog and her. In the following days, imagination and fantasies soon gave way to real experimentation, and she enjoyed the feral touch of her lover's tongue all over her. And that became the routine from there on, whenever the pair had a bit of time all to their selves, Sid would be muzzle deep in her without doubt. Page very quickly learned all of the usual routines of her parents, finding every gap she could devote to the pooch. 

And this morning was one of those gaps, her panties soaked through as she pushed her muzzle up to Sid's, letting him slip his tongue in her mouth. She wasn't very experienced with kissing boys, but with dogs she was quickly becoming somewhat of an expert. She huffed and moaned at the foreplay, her needy snatch radiating heat, sending pangs of pure electricity running all across her body whenever their tongues touched. Needing the real deal, she slipped her panties down, kicking them across the floor, a big rope of clear liquid hanging down from her crotch. She sat down, spreading her legs wide open, supporting her body with one hand while kneading her clit with the thumb on her other hand. Sid could read the situation, hungrily shifting into motion without needing to be told what his mission was. He poked his cold nose at her entrance, getting a slight gasp from her as a small puddle was already forming on the wooden floor. Soon his tongue lapped at the slit, strong and wide licks cleaning up all the juices clinging to her fur around it, leaving Page to inhale through her gritted teeth, the cub already lost in the haze of lust. Few seconds later, Sid sank his tongue into her pussy, pushing it in and forming a cup to collect all of the juices flowing out of her before drinking it up, the sly dog obviously acquiring quite a taste for the young girl. Her breathing was getting more and more rapid, her chest rising and falling as she huffed and moaned, biting her lips in ecstasy. She started bucking against her boyfriend's muzzle, grabbing his head and grinding her lips against him. The heat in her loins was glowing hot, her toes curling up as her breath was getting caught in her throat, the release building up quickly. Finally, she let out a high-pitched moan, it ringing all around the house, as she orgasmed. A flood of sticky, clear fluid poured from her slit, the dog gulping it all down while she continued hammering away at her clit. Her legs twitched and spasmed at the intense release, the girl almost blacking out from the pure, immense pleasure. She continued cumming for almost a minute, Sid dutifully burying his muzzle in her all the way through. As she finally felt the last wave of her orgasm wash over her, she collapsed onto the floor, letting out a squeak at every stroke of her feral boyfriend's tongue as he cleaned her up. Even after the best of Sid's efforts, there was still quite a mess, the floor, her thighs, and Sid's muzzle all stained and coated with her love juices. Nevertheless, he cuddled up to Page, the two laying on the floor, her panting as she tried to regain some energy after the exhaustion. About ten minutes later, she got up, giving the good boy a deluge of pets and scratching to repay his efforts. She collected her panties off the floor, and practically crawled upstairs into the bathroom to take a nice, long shower, letting the water run down her fur, sighing in relief. A few moments after she'd come out, wrapping a towel around her, she heard the front door opening, her parents coming in. She walked down to meet them with a smile, eyeing the bulging bags of groceries, licking her lips, "Hope ya bought snacks, I'm starving!"