Alannah sighed deeply as she sat quietly in boredom among the chattering adults around her. Quick, frustrated exhalations puffed from her muzzle to each uproar of laughter, complimenting the soft, almost somber groans that sometimes followed. She did her best to listen to the multiple conversations flooding the ambiance of the room — but, each word traded was hazy with touches of intoxication evident by the empty champagne glasses scattered throughout the home. The cub played lightly with a loose thread of her dress, the same one that she reluctantly wore at her father’s request. To say the small silver fox hated wearing dresses was an understatement, and she had fought heartily against the idea when her father brought it up. Truthfully, even he was surprised when she was requested to be the flower girl at the wedding of his longtime friend. But, it was a testament to the young girl’s unrealized beauty — her tomboyishness didn’t hide Alannah’s allure to any degree. For many, in fact, it made the blue-eyed silver fox all the more charming. 

She preferred shorts over skirts, barepaw over shoes, and dirt over dolls (unless, of course, it involved burying said dolls in said dirt). So, naturally, when she was requested to wear the dress at a wedding she wasn’t interested in that was now her only entertainment at a reception where she didn’t want to be... there was a little resistance. But, behind the colossal wall of stubbornness and shimmering blue eyes was a sense of empathy — deep down Alannah knew it was important to her father and as such inevitably agreed… on the condition that she get to wear sneakers instead of dress shoes. Consequently, the assertive silver fox cub was by far and large the most noticeable attendee to the wedding. Some might say even more so than the bride in her extravagant white, flowing gown with embroidered flowers lining her collar. Alannah’s simple blue dress was notably contrasted with her scraped knees, bandaids and roughed-up shoes. However, this made her quite the endearing flower girl and the wedding went as smoothly as it possibly could. She had brought a remarkable amount of welcome flair to the otherwise dry, standard dress code on the day of the couple’s union —in fact, if one was to glance over at the bride at the right moment they might have noticed a shimmer of jealousy of the attention the cub was receiving.

“Alannah?” The mention of her name snapped the cub out of her boredom-induced daze. She looked up to see the groom of the wedding she had just pretended to enjoy, glancing sympathetically in her direction. He was a large black Labrador with dark brown eyes that seemed almost black to match his now disheveled suit.

“Oh, ah… hey!” She responded, awkwardly trying to hide her excitement for finally being interacted with. The few other cubs had long gone home, and she had been left with little entertainment as a result. 

“You look a little bored…” He said with a small chuckle. She pursed her lips and shrugged in response, followed by a small feeling of guilt that she couldn’t be more enthusiastic like the adults. The groom didn’t seem phased however, and chuckled once more. 

“Well, your dad tells me that you like ferals…” He mentioned, cocking his head slightly. Her ears perked in response. “Duke is in the den just downstairs, why don’t you go keep him company? I’m sure he’d be more fun than a bunch of drunk grown-ups.” The Labrador offered with a warm smile.

“Really?” Alannah responded, this time forgetting to hold back her excitement. Her posture straightened and her blue eyes lit up. “What kind is he?” The groom grinned, feeling accomplished by striking excitement into the girl who looked helplessly bored only moments ago.

“German Sheperd! He’s a little big, but, don’t worry… he’s a sweetheart.” He assured the silver fox cub. “Go ahead! I’m sure he’ll be happy to meet you.” He followed up. Alannah jumped up and quickly ran towards the stairs of the basement, eager to finally be relieved of her post-wedding limbo of boredom. “There’s Furflix, too!” He called after her with an amused laugh — Alannah’s excitement for things was often endearing to many.

“Thank you!” She called up as she moved quickly down the stairs, barely catching the suggestion. As she descended, she wondered how long the reception was going to continue for. ‘A whole movie?’ She wondered to herself, daunted by the length of time she may have to remain. At the foot of the stairs was a medium sized study resides in by a large desk covered in documents along with a laptop. A few fancy chairs sat on the carpet and pictures of the newly married couple lined the walls, but no Duke. The cub turned and peered down the hallway just past the staircase, noting to herself how big the house was compared to how it looked from the outside. There was a bathroom, a guest bedroom, and several closets that lay parallel to each other along the hall, none of which seemed like where she was looking for. Then she noticed at the end of the hall was a closed door with the sound of frantic sniffing coming from beneath. Alannah’s heart leaped and she ran towards the source of the sound. Upon opening the door, she was greeted with a whirlwind of brown fur, heavy panting and a heavy tail that wagged faster than it looked like it could. Duke quickly pounced on her with an excitement that she eagerly returned.

“Well, hi!” She spoke brightly, a huge grin on her face. “Nice to meet you, too!” The feral was indeed big, standing just at her chest. But, bigger was Duke’s enthusiasm for his new visitor — it seemed he had been just as bored as she was. Alannah rubbed her paws along the German Shepherd’s fur, patted his side and scratched behind his ears — the dog was happy to receive the attention.

“Well, what do ya say, Duke?” She asked brightly. “You wanna watch a movie with me?” Duke made a soft ‘whuff’ in response, almost like an agreement. Alannah chuckled in return. The silver fox cub stood up and walked over to the large, plush couch that it seemed Duke had occupied only a few moments ago. Her eyes scanned the coffee table that sat in front, searching for a remote and finding none.

“Where’s the remote, buddy?” She asked Duke with a light tone waving her arms in an animated demeanor and scanned the surrounding den, noting how tidy it looked. “I wonder if anyone actually watches TV down here…” She wondered aloud, remembering the even larger television she had seen upstairs where the adults were still gathered. The cub’s blue eyes finally locked on a small device that resembled a remote sitting on top of the receiver in a space at the bottom of the TV stand. 

“Aha!” She proclaimed. Duke’s ears perked as she moved forward, then bent down on her paws and knees to grab the device. The cub then yipped in response to the feeling of a cold, wet nose suddenly poking between the backside of her legs — she shot up quickly, blushing as she stood. The redness on her cheeks appeared not just out of embarrassment, but out of the fact that something had subtly intrigued her about that moment. An unfamiliar tickle briefly sparked in her belly at the unexpected touch of Duke’s snout.

“Hey!” She playfully reprimanded, ignoring the curious feeling. “Who do you think you are, mister?” She giggled then crouched carefully to retrieve the remote while she used her dress to cover her lower region. As she did so, she felt the same tickle spark again at the sight of the large dog towering over her. She brushed it off once more and stood back up.

“H-ha! Not that time!” She somewhat shakily, but triumphantly blurted at Duke. Alannah felt nervous about something... but she wasn’t sure what. Once again pushing the odd feelings aside, she then pranced over to the couch to throw her body into the cushions. She looked at the large German Shepherd and suddenly felt bad when she noticed his ears were drooped. “Aw, Duke! I’m not mad! It’s ok. I just forgot I have this stupid dress on...” She smiled then patted the space on the couch next to her. The feral moved forward and sat on the floor in front of her, staring at the cub with his soft, hazel eyes.

“You like the floor better, huh?” Alannah chuckled again and shifted forward to start petting him on the head while she turned the TV on. In her movements, her dress hiked up a little, leaving her legs a touch more bared in front of Duke. The cub briefly felt the natural instinct to pull it back down, but another deeper, stronger feeling stopped her from doing so — here was something exciting about being exposed in front of the large dog who was now fixated on her. Her paws gently rubbed the German Shepherd’s ears while she selected Furflix, then beneath his chin as she settled on “Jurassic Park”. The small anthro canine noticed that, as she was stroking the large feral canine, her paws were lightly shaking and her heartbeat had quickened — it felt as if she was anticipating something. Truthfully, she was, and was doing her best to pretend that she wasn’t; but, secretly, she couldn’t stop thinking about Duke’s muzzle touching between her legs. Alannah took a deep breath and leaned back as the title sequences began, only to glance back over to Duke. His eyes remained locked on her with a gaze that dripped with intent. Once more, the tickle returned — but, this time, it didn’t subside.

“A-are you sure you don’t want to come up…?” Alannah asked him breathily, patting the side of the couch once more. But, Duke responded only by maintaining his intense stare with the cub — her heart fluttered as she matched the large dog’s gaze. It then began to rapidly beat as a strong urge to give in to her curiosity quickly began to intensify. Before she could decide otherwise, the urge took ahold of her, and she found herself slowly, almost involuntarily, spreading her legs for the German Shepherd. At this, Duke finally and excitedly complied with her offer to come closer, but the couch was not where he propped himself. Instead, he moved his head forcefully towards the underside of her dress once, sniffing with a noticeable intent.

“H-hey!” Alannah spoke up. “Be c-careful…” The cub’s feigned protest trailed off quickly as Duke’s head moved further beneath the fabric, stopping at her crotch — there was a brief pause and small sigh of anticipation that escaped from Alannah’s lips. Duke’s tongue then shot out from his muzzle and began intently lapping at the thin fabric barrier like he was trying to break through it. The small silver fox gave a breathy giggle in response.

“Ha-ahh… that tickles…” She found herself whispering softly, but what started as a tickle quickly grew into an unfamiliar pleasure that grew with each pulse of the dog’s tongue. As Duke lapped away between the young cub’s legs, a warm, rising sensation grew between her hips — a sensation that she quickly found herself wanting much more of. 

“H-hang on…” Alannah whispered shakily as she leaned her body forward to pull the pair of boys’ underwear she was wearing up over her legs — another form of silent rebellion against the dress that she had secretly taken. But before she could even pull them off completely, Duke descended and began vigorously running his tongue along the young cub’s labia with an intensity that immediately threw her into a spell of heavy breathing. The warm sensation rapidly built once more and she felt herself squirming in an anxious delight to the rhythm of the canine’s tongue. Almost as if in response, the German Shepherd hopped the top of his body upon the couch and pushed his weight into each lick like he was trying to taste her as deeply as he could. Duke lapped at her with such vigor that she felt him slide briefly inside her with each pass — the feeling sent a warm shiver of pleasure through the cub’s body that built with every burst. She felt him taste her beneath her tail and between her legs, passing back and forth as if to touch every inch of each entrance with his tongue. A heat deep within her body spread through her toes to her muzzle and her heart beat rapidly in her ears.

“D-duke… Ah…” She found herself gasping softly, almost involuntarily. An unseen force seemed to grip her paw as it slid down her smooth belly to the soaking patch of fur that her canine companion continued to eagerly and deeply taste. As Duke maintained his pace of exploring her inside with his tongue, Alannah met her small clitoris with a single paw pad. The cub’s bright blue eyes gently moved back up into her eyelids as she felt herself begin to submerge into the sensation — waves of warm liquid coursed through her nerves, crackling with electricity as it surged into every inch of her body. Deeply, intensely and unwaveringly, a sense of gratification built and grew deeply within the young cub’s core. As Alannah’s paw moved to rapidly meet the pace of Duke’s tongue, she felt as if she was going to burst.

But, suddenly, the silver fox wanted something… more. Something deeper. An urge compelled her body to move down to the floor to position herself on her paws and knees — she lifted her tail and her dress to invite her new lover to continue his oral exploration of her flower. Duke happily complied with the request, and his tongue met with her body once more, lapping at both her pussy and her anus with unwavering enthusiasm for each entrance. Alannah gasped and melted back into the sensation, almost losing her balance as her legs and arms quivered with an increasing intensity. It was close to the feeling that Alannah was hoping for, itching for — with the cub’s body angled openly and invitingly he was able to venture even deeper into her. But, there was still something she wanted… something she needed deeply within her. To her sudden dismay, however, the lapping of the canine’s tongue stopped, and she found herself whimpering for him to continue.

“P-please… Duke…” She softly whinged with a tone dripping in desperation. But, instead of a tongue between her legs, she felt Duke’s paws suddenly wrap around her waist and his claws grasping her hips. The dog’s heavy panting was now next to her ear, gaining speed as she felt him thrusting against her backside.

“What are you…?” She breathily asked, feigning ignorance to what Duke was attempting to do. In a normal circumstance, the silver fox cub would have laughed about the position she was currently in — joked about it, even. But, something about what was happening felt good… it felt right. Her own breath quickened as she felt something slick sliding against the underside of her tail. Truthfully, what was currently happening with the large dog on top of her small body was something that had crossed her mind late at night — a thought she wasn’t sure she’d ever actually entertain. Truthfully, Alannah knew what Duke was trying to do… and something deep within her decided that she wanted it.

“O-okay, Duke…” She gasped gently as she relaxed her waist and moved her hips up to straighten her back. “J-just… be careful…” She requested nervously — her words pulsed with the heavy beating of her heart. The cub’s lungs took in a deep breath of air as she felt Duke’s tip slowly dip into her.

“Alannah!” Her father’s voice called from the top of the stairs at the other end of the hall. Alannah’s heart skipped as she pulled the steadily thrusting canine from her body and frantically pulled her underwear back up. A small drop of sweat dripped from her hairline as she quickly threw herself back onto the couch. Her heart continued to rapidly beat, only this time it was out of surprise. The cub’s eyes locked with Duke’s, who now looked at her with an even more intent gaze. Both the feral canine and the anthro canine felt a deep sense of disappointment. She tried her best to look like she was watching the movie as she heard her father walk into the room behind her.

“Hey, honey… you ready to go home?” He asked with a tired, slightly intoxicated tone.

“Y-yeah, Dad. I’m ready.” She said shakily with a small, feigned smile that she hoped her father wouldn’t notice. Every inch of her wanted to say no, but she knew it wasn’t an option.

“Ok. Me, too.” He spoke somberly. “I’ll get us an Uwuber.” He announced as he pulled his phone up with his paw. He pause briefly and looked down at his daughter with a soft look in his eyes. “Thank you for doing this today, honey. I know you probably hated it.” He said with a knowing half-smile and chuckle.

“Actually… I had fun!” She returned brightly. Her father looked surprised at the response. “Well… this was fun. Duke is awesome!” She corrected and pet the large dog who was still staring at her with an intent she was trying hard to ignore as she stood up slowly. Duke once again attempted to climb onto her in response, which the cub tried to divert as wrestling as she giggled nervously.

“Well, it sure seems like he likes you!” Her father observed. “You two look like you’ve been playing hard… I’m sure he loved that.” He chuckled.

“Y-yeah! He likes to play rough.” She blushed slightly at her response as she pretended to wrestle the excited german shepherd. “D-down, buddy!” She nervously requested. Thankfully, Duke seemed to get the picture and calmed himself. However, his eyes remained locked on her with the same noticeable intensity from earlier. Alannah hope this, too, was something her father didn’t notice.

“Well, it sure seems like you two have gotten along well!” A second voice echoed from the hallway behind her dad.

“Oh! That reminds me… didn’t you want to ask Alannah something?” Her father asked knowingly to the groom as he came into view behind him in.

“Yes, I do!” The Labrador spoke loudly. “Alannah… how would you like to dog sit for us?” He asked with a warm smile. “Duke will need some company while we’re on our honeymoon.”

In response, Alannah’s heart skipped a beat.

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To be continued…