Tame Grievence


Written by Septia.


Another glass of water. I took the time to rinse my mouth while I peered out through the kitchen window towards the backyard. The dogs were in their open pens, and Anya was lounging in the summer sun in her outdoor enclosure. The bunnies' cage stood empty, though I could guess where they were… Another glass of water… Perhaps the taste of burnished grass was an illusion I spun for myself, a mirage concocted in the wave of that afternoon just a few days ago. I had been so tired… so distressed, that I couldn't move a muscle as both of those precious fluff balls… or… at least, that was the excuse I gave myself. There was nothing I could have done, surely, nothing… I took another glass of water. This time, just spitting out its contents in the sink. It was clean, clear, I could make out a reflection of my auburn locks in the droplets. 
	“Everything is ok,” I lied. My eyes swayed towards the corner of the kitchen, the cabinet where we kept the dog feed. It was about time… 


~ 1 ~


Andrake and Kendra lounged next to one another, Portia had preferred to keep to herself at first, though now the spitz dog had grown accustomed to our other pup's company. Emperor seemed occupied in the corner, scratching at the ground. They arched their chins as I approached, Andrake's tongue hanging out. I rugged back. Though, keeping a safe distance. They stayed put. Perhaps, it was just the treats I was carrying, these pups could smell food form across the neighbourhood. Or, maybe they were just happy to see me. Taking care with a few moments of hesitation I allowed myself to continue. The dogs approved when I began pouring the dry feed into their servings. Despite it all, they were, on good behaviour, rather because of It all. But… I shook my head. My mouth tasting of toasted grass again… All their bowls stood filled, yet our kennel were patient, awaiting my signal. I stepped off to fetch the hose. Deciding to try the canines’ patience. As I roamed back towards the bowls, my eyes landed on Anya, she was a beautiful python, scintillant in the sun, lounging back, spooled over branches and rocks in the epitome of laziness. How nice it would be to remain that careless… A soft sight, then I gave a whistle. The canine's strutting forth digging their faces into their separate bowls. “Good boys, sorry to keep you waiting, momma hopes you enjoy today's offerings,” I said, sliding back into a mood I had thought forgotten. I did love these animals, despite their disturbed, rugged relationship  with my son. I bent down, and begun filling their bowls. 


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’Dang, bitch's fine.' 
	'Fine bitch. Big rump'. 
	'She's presenting…' 
	'You lie.' 
	'I'll get first then'. 
	“Uh hah), I get first.' Emperor growled. Heaving his maw from the bowl, dripping in crunched feed, and  lunged. 


~


“Gyrhaaafsosoppf…” I screamed. The sudden force at my back tipping me over, the hose tangling around my wrist as my nose dug into the lawn, scruffing my face into the dirt. I peered back, glimpsing a pale sagging face looming above my back. “Emperor, wh-what are you dwwingf smpfaha,” I huffed out as the hose sprayed into my face, tangling myself around the tangle of the tube to give that mutt what for-. 
	-Ghhrrsllslsthp- -scrtrtchshths- The tear of fabric sliced through my mind, as the dog's claws rended through my short dress, scraping skin and prying off my underwear. On one end assaulted by tooth and claw and the other wrestling with an active host, every time my attention shifted I lost precious seconds to defuse the situation, beads of sweat blooming across my forehead before… -Gprhhchhslflpsthhtsa- the intrusion was marked with a squeal of raw girth, reverberating through my hips. 
	“Fmmgnnrhgsooo…” I whimpered as the ache sprouted through my core, swelling my veins with distress; yet mixed within was but a faint brush… of pleasure. The spell wore off, as reality crashed upon me; this house of cards I had constructed to keep myself separated… Because what I felt, was Emperor's doggy dick… “Stoop thhis,” I pleaded. 
	-Slpfthhtsh- Emperor drove forwards, the rod burying into my nethers, splitting open the desolate cleft with a crack of a crusted snack bag, infecting my thighs with tremors that matched the pace of the hound scootching further down my back, bearing his weight over me as he rutted into my aching snatch -Snfhhtspwp- -Cttlrpt- -Crrtwfflp-. “Mfmbfs, mgms, a b-bad dog, y-you are a abd mfs. B-bad dog,” I shrieked. The length of flesh… swelling within my birth canal, occupying every stretch of my womanhood, and yet he drove it further, how could there be more? How could there be more dick, chow could I have more pussy? Why now, what had gotten into him?. “Mfmm g, mmggmwphghs,” I huffed out, breathing elevated, heartpace racing, my lungs full of frothing carbonation. I had managed to clamp the hose to the ground, twisted around my arm. If I could just, get up… 
	-Ghouuuoff- -hhhaoaauff- Andrake, stood above me, a lock of his neck scruff tickling my forehead. The black dog nosed over me, and gave my cheek a lick. 
	“P-please don't, I can't handle you doing this, just g-g…o…” I grunted. 
	Andrake turned his attention to my arm. Bearing his fangs. 
	A blade of ice pierced my spine, as the husk of an amicable pet was shed from the canine, the blade twisting, as he lunged. I closed my eyes.
	-Ghrrg- -Gbrbrhghgsff-. 
	Then, took a peek. Andrakedog chomped around the tangle of tubes, reeling it off of my wrist, and chucking it aside as if it were a dangerous snake. My heart pace, slowed. He helped me… and I assumed the worst… My eyes turned to the grass, vision rattled at the humps of Emperor at my back, I managed my breathing, yes each beat shuddered as I let it out. 
	“Andrake… I'm… thank you,” I mumbled, tears budding, from fear, pain, and embarrassment alike, “Thank you, so much for-.” 
	but once I turned my vision back, all I could see was pink. 
	-Thhrrlflpfshthts- Andrake 's slender meat rammed past my lips, my senses assaulted by a battering ram of musk brine jamming down my maw and prodding along my cheek, scooching closer as the hound shuffled into position, crashing the cock into my face. 
	Tears flowed between choked inhales. 
	The dogs overlapped me, my back with a tapestry of horny pelts whilst they bobbed me between each other in an uneven rutting. 
	-Gbahoooo- -aahhoouuuf- -Bhhrraww- -Bwwooff-. They howled above me. 
	‘I had to focus, if I could, if I had to kick him I… … I … would…’ I thought, as I laid conflicted, an alien touch begun enclosed… 
	-Wssdrrrffs- Anya… The python had slithered out of her enclosure, brushing her head against my thighs, and coiling over me. Whilst I struggled against three opponents, she weaved in around my thighs, looping my legs, and swirling down my right thigh, making my legs her new branches. Shackled under a ton worth of snake brawn, fastened, for the hound to lay claim to my ass. How… could she. How did she know. W-was my ass just an animal magnet? The strain intermingled with the pressure of the snake's coils and rousing thumps of doggy dick… My heart was beating, so much faster. Their howls grew louder, higher, muting the muffled growls I could muster under the onslaught of firm sinew batons… I felt that they were close… throughout my every bone that clattered and rustled, throughout my every nerve, the dreaded anticipation, that I would be made my pet's bitch… But… it had been… so long… 
	-Slfpfhthhtsp- The onslaught of spunk reverberated between my ears, Andrake's load drooling down my throat as his knot engorged to plug my maw, dominated by his manhood. At the same time, chills vanguarded the hot stream of befouling lust Emperor unloaded into my loosened pussy, steaming so it felt the point the ejaculate melding into my skin, imprinting me for all eternity as the bitch of a lowly dog… My mind was adrift in a haze of brine and dick grease, legs twitching in the shackling clasp of Anya's body, wringing to knead into my rough-housed rear. 
	Once the excitement simmered, and the growls eased to pants and laps. I could finally hear my myself crying: a whimpering mess, splayed at the mercy of the animals I had once raised. That I had once trusted… and now, … their cum dumpster.


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~ 2 ~


“Ahrg, kgsgls…” I huffed out, tickling the parakeet's tail feathers. 
	“Craawwrk, keep going, keep going.” 
	“A-ahg w-whill, Markson,” I mumbled, shuddering as the parrot's urate drizzled down my maw, washing away splotches of kitty litter Anastasia had left after her own visit, the striped cat cleaning herself whilst she watched the parrot discharged a clump of curdled bolus into my maw, its heat simmering the flavors of burnt chalk the bird's fluids had slathered my mouth with. 
	Though… it was then I heard another call, distinct from any of our other animals, and yet, desperately primal. The call from Andrake and Emperor. It hit me. I moved towards my window, ferrying Markson along with me as he finished his business, but so desperate to get a glimpse of the outside, wishing to prove my suspicions wrong. Though, it seemed nothing I wished for would come true… Zenia was there, tummy to the ground, Anya around her legs, our dogs abusing her just to relieve some tension… My vision staggered, I clung to the windowsill, knuckles quivering, “M-mahm?” 


~


Coagulated brine drooled out form my lips, seeping into the grass; a burning taste which asked: why bother? 
	-Frsllssfhs- A trickle of fluids surged form ahead, and that new, piquant warmth soaked into my hair, matting my locks whilst Andrake's urine seeped thrown my scalp. 
	“Mfmghghs,” I mumbled. Feeling Emperor nosing by my side, and jamming his scruff beneath my belly, the dog flipping me over to my back as the hail of hot dog piss splattered across my forehead and wound down in streams over my face. 
	“Mmfwfr…” I whimpered. Had all that time and effort, caring for these lost pups been… 
	-Srhrhlclcprhrhst- -Fprpprwwrht- a crinkle of mulch and puff of groggy mist heralded a dune of grime from Emperor's pale hind, I could just glance the brown mud warping out of the pink brim in a sea of white fur, -Slflpthsts- as it piled down on my cream injected nethers, piling up in droves of steaming doggy dookie. The sting of the heat seeping into my skin, warming the tepid spunk and sending its tethers of heat into my pussy… The virile tension playing through my nerves… And I just laid there… The gunk piled up onto Anya as well, supporting the heap to stay scooped up against my lap. Though, she didn't seem to mind. She seemed, cozy enough around my legs. Even as we shared the burden of filth… 


~


I swallowed. The milky fluids and filth draining down my throat as Markson flapped off towards his cage. 
	“Mwhara, keep licking, keep licking.” 
	The foul taste remained, just, watching my own mother, abused… it, it wasn't right. I was supposed to shoulder this burden. So that everything would work out, this wasn't meant to… yet… I couldn't, stop staring at her, sprawled out, exhausted, befouled, as the dogs left her be to recover. I found myself gnawing on my lower lip… an uncomfortable ripple worming through my spine… it was as if… 
	-Ffrhsck- -Cskts- My attention broken by the rustle of leaves, I peered out past the yard, towards the glade which lead to spread out toward the forest. And covered my mouth to silence myself at what I saw. 


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~ 3 ~


At some point, I should get up, but, what then? Head inside? Do laundry again? Rinse my mouth? A long bath and then what? Just, continue? If this happened once… it would happen again. My thoughts wandered to reaches I dared not entertain. Would I have to give them up? What would Amid say? I couldn't do that, but could I live like this? 
	-Cfth- A graceful step prodding into grass. I blinked.
	Less than an arm away, a hoof laid buried in the grass, trailing up in a luscious ochre beige, dotted in white, and clad with the most curious, ponds for eyes, stood a doe. Does frequented the surrounding areas, harbouring an ownership over the lands we thought to lay claim. Though, we had never had one cross the fence. Or for that facet still approach. 
	She took a tentative step towards me, lowering her neck, ears standing on end as sails ready to catch the faintest breeze. She sniffed my stomach, roaming upwards, giving my chest a lick — a tongue texture of beach sand glued in drool. 
	I held my breath. As much as I loved animals, this doe was a wild creature. Unpredictable, shy, and… large. I was in no position to bargain while at ground level with those hooves thumped on my chest as it nosed up my neck. Sampling my hair. Its molars clamping onto moist locks, my roots taut, straining… though it soon gave up that venture. -Cnnch- a few of my hairs lodged between its teeth yanked out. 
	“Mfwmmgh,” I quivered. 
	The doe strutted back. 
	Seconds crawled past… It approached once more, licking my urine soaked cheeks, almost… nuzzling me… Perhaps, it was just looking for that he salt, the piss or my sweat. Despite my jitters, it seemed calm. The coat of its muzzle was a plush velvet. Were the circumstances' more favourable, perhaps I would have appreciated the comfort. Though, as it were, the biggest relief, came when it raised it neck, and wandered out of sight. 
	“Pha….” I huffed out, muffling my deep breath, to refresh air funnelled through my lungs. -Twhhst- -Twhs- but I opened my eyes, to watch an expanse of beige cleaved by a crack of white, as the hind lowered towards me… -Twhhsmp- The doe's cheeks bulldozed into my my face, enshrouding it in a sea of pudge. 
	“Mfmwf mfwpofhhfmwpa,” I groaned out into its rear. At this point, I had to scare it off, or I would suffocate under its bulk. The doe had other plans, folding up its legs by my sides, settling into a graceful seating, its tail flicking to beat away my hair. 
	-Ppfbbrrrwrrht- A cloud of undiluted marsh perfume flooded my face, flushing through point-blank from the pucker, which shifted and jostled, until I felt this doe's rectal breath seeping over my lips. 
	A lighting bolt pierced my spine… rendering me paralysed to face this bizarre reality. It couldn't be true… How. Why? I had to be hallucinating, it had to be the fresh trauma distorting my perception…
	-Frrlltrrtgt- -Crhhrchrlpchfhghts- Though, what emerged from the Doe's hind, was the avalanche of deer chocolate. The plush pit warping to a malformed figure, divulging into raw umber building in heaps over my lips, it was far from was more tactile than any illusion. -Chhlgprht- The muck moulded over my lips, drooping onto my chin in the clasped chasm of the doe's cheeks. Composed of clumps, irregularly sculpted by its bowels, though heated to the point of melding together into a clay reeking of grated roots, dirt and all soaked in a botched whiskey. The mulch sloughed over my face, rolling over my sealed lips, creeping towards my nose, the gummy gunk clamming onto every stretch of skin… if it plugged my nostrils, then… I held off… against all better judgment, I wouldn't accept it, I wouldn't submit. I couldn't accept that to keep breathing I had to… but it came close… the petrichor loam creeped further, so the tang of its odour hooked down my nose and back into my mouth, I could taste the mushroom rich fertilizer as it neared… a filament of gunk climbing into my nose… 
	“Phhaawbbgmfofg-gmgpghgmspg-,” as soon as my lips parted, the ballast of doe dough dropped down my mouth, slathering my teeth in its putrid mortar and cementing my throat in clogs of the abhorrent flavor, torching my palette with an imprint of its swamp musk… -Chrplrghthss- The filth reached my nostrils… It wasn't enough. “I’MFmwoghhgsg. MGMpsghs,” I huffed out, panic settling in. It wasn't enough to just submit and lie back… to submit, I had to put in effort… 
	-Glpghggmsp- I swallowed, the sludge packing my throat, burying my face up against the pucker from which the manure still billowed, grinding my face into the onslaught, and pruning away the heaps of steaming doe chocolate, to clear the way for even a modicum of air. -Ppsfhths- only to be greeted by faint emissions from the animal's hind, polluting my hair in rank briny mists. I… but I breathed it in… what choice did I have… I sucked its farts, I feasted on its fudge… caught in the vice grip of the fawn's fanny, dreading the sensation of the muddy dunes contorting down the gullet, but savoring the relief of them disbarring from my sensation, yet, knowing it was still all there, every mouthful of sludge creeping into my guts, to fester… . 


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“Phahfmm. Pha. Amfmamf. Phaa…” My breathing was getting heavier, I could hear my mother struggling, with the lazy doe so casually lounging on top of her, as if she was a hill of flowers. I could hear the dung creeping out of its hind, I could… I could taste the tart aroma… I could… feel it, going down her throat… 
	-Ffsth- A faint ruffle of fabric broke my trance, and I stared down. My face cast in fluster as I clasped my hands over my crotch, pushing back the tented cloth… “Don't… this, I, M-mom…” I pleaded with whatever forces dictated my mind. But I couldn't stop staring, as kilos of doughy doe mousse moulded past my mother's maw… 
	-Mraawso- Anastasia hummed, and brushed against my arm. But even the soft care of our sweet kitty, couldn't save me, from my thoughts.


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“Mmg gmsgpgsh, gmsg… I huffed, straining to heave in any ait through my clogged maw, the air siphoned through the furrows dressed in sacks of manure. The pressure on my sides eased as the doe rose. A butterfly of manure caking its cheeks, a pattern I knew clad my face in turn. 
	The doe stepped back, brushing its muzzle to my hair, nosing me, and, planting it muzzle to my forehead. Then… It looked up, back towards the house, holding a leer, towards a window. In the next moment it leapt over me, its hind hoof scuffing my sleeve, then faced in a blur of ochre, back to the glade. 
	Turning my head, I chucked up the last chunks of doe glue, spitting it out on the ground beside me. Staring at the glistening lumps, I knew it was a fraction of what clogged my guts… I peered up towards the windows… Amid was there… that chill in my spine, flourished… he had seen everything… he knew… my lips warped into a grimace, as tears filled my face, carping paths through the muddy pattern on my face. 
	“Mfm smfpgha…” I sniffled, coughing up clots of coagulated doe loam. Amid was crying to… At that moment, I felt him through his soul… reading an expression which could be put into so many words… but was needles to explained… and so, we just cried, sharing a solidarity, which neither of us had wished for.