https://www.sofurry.com/view/1454400 https://alice-clawford.sofurry.com/ Good Girls Go to Heaven Commission for pokemonmanic3595 Patti was a good Golden Retriever girl, doing her job diligently, loved and cared for her boyfriend and just wanted to do what was best for everyone. One day, her boyfriend, Charlie, gives her a present. She opens to find a tennis ball, connected to a pump. Curious, she puts the tennis ball into her mouth and pushes the pump. With this, she discovers a new found pleasure she takes too far. A strange request, but I absolutely loved working on this one! It came together so well and awwww, Patti had a good ending too! <3 Bless her cotton socks! Thanks for commissioning me my dude! <3! Good Girls Go to Heaven Commission for Pokemonmanic3595 The soft sound of cups clinking as they touched down upon their saucers was one Patti became fast familiar with. Listening to the soft piano music playing in the background and hearing customers chattering in delight, seeing many with laptops working behind the scenes with headphones on and the satisfied sounds of diners enjoying their food were sounds Patti surrounded herself with almost daily. She wore her uniform with pride, at least on the surface level where it mattered. A job was a job, but Patti would not disappoint her employer. She was being paid, and she would do the job its due diligence. When her job was done, after a good days work, she found her boyfriend waiting just outside. A Dobermann by the name of Charlie, wearing his trusted denim hoodie with the arms ripped off ("It's fashion!", he'd argue) and baggy jeans that almost slipped off his hips, Patti found herself smiling. "Hey, babe, I thought you were hanging out with your friends today?" She was glad to see him and she went in with a hug when she got close enough. Charlie grinned, hugging her back and kissing the side of her head, her ear twitching at the sensation. "I will be, but I had to see you before I went. I, uh, got ya a little something." He seemed a little nervous, so unlike Charlie normally, before handing her a box. It was a cardboard one, with his name and address on there, shipped from wherever he bought it online from. "Don't open it here, wait until you get home, okay?" That made her curious, but she respected his wishes and smiled. "Of course, I'll look forward to seeing what you've bought me." She grins with him, giggling slightly as they both leaned in for a kiss. A small one, before they pulled away. Patti wasn't one to like attention in public places, knowing that a lot of people were uncomfortable with seeing public displays of affection. They shared a few words with one another, before Charlie gave her another peck on the lips and walked on to find his friends. Patti waved him goodbye, before getting into her car and driving home. Home was comforting, a small flat with four rooms and modest furnishings. She had the essentials enough to call it a living space, a sofa, TV, bookshelves with some paintings hanging up, a few succulents on shelving for some personality to the otherwise basic blue walls her flat was covered in. She didn't mind, she simply hadn't found the time to redecorate, nor had she decided on the colour scheme if she would change it. She hung her coat on the hanger as she entered her flat and set the box down that Charlie had bought her. She was curious, what on earth had he bought her that she wouldn't want to open it in front of him? Unable to hold back any longer now that she was home, she tore off the tape holding the box closed and opened it to reveal her surprise. A tennis ball. Her canine instincts wanted to chew on it immediately, her tail wagging behind her, but she resisted as she brought out the rest of it. A tennis ball attached to a pump? Patti was even more confused now than she had been initially bringing the item out. So, she did what any curious pup would do: she pressed the pump and saw the tennis ball begin to inflate. However, she took notice that it was more than a mere tennis ball. The rounded bottom took the shape of a knot, whilst inflated to reveal that this present was a dildo. Patti felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal. This was completely unlike anything he had ever bought her before! He wasn't one to usually buy her gifts, they preferred spending time with one another. However, sometimes it just wasn't possible. This, though, did intrigue her. At first, she sniffed it, smelling only the plastic newness of having just come out of its packaging. The dildo itself was silicon, the tennis ball had the more soft fur feel to it, similar to a tennis ball would but a little softer, more suede. Patti could imagine it was just in case, though she imagined the knot itself wasn't really intended to be inserted as well, but no doubt many would try. Ever more curious and unable to hold back her Golden Retriever instincts, she found her maw closing around the tennis ball, her mouth slobbering all over and her tongue lathering itself around the curved ball and along the length of the silicon. She jammed it within her mouth, all the way with the knot at the front of her mouth, and against her better judgement, she began to pump the tennis ball up. She felt her jaw stretch, could feel the muscles to her mouth straining and her lips slathered with drool as she felt her excitement reach new bounds. She pumped and she pumped, until her mouth couldn't stretch any more. Until her airways were suddenly blocked by suede and silicon. Her eyes felt like bulging, her throat began to burn and sting as her body tried desperately to breathe any air it could, to grab any oxygen that would enter her lungs. Her form went into panic, realising she couldn't breathe but not able to connect on why. The rush of adrenaline moved both ways, fuelling her fear, whilst at the same time a rush of arousal hit her. She felt her breasts becoming sensitive beneath the clothing she wore, her loins began to moisten and tingle with anticipation. However, in her panic, she quickly deflated the tennis ball and removed it from her mouth. What was that!? Patti was astonished, she'd never felt anything like that before! The exhilaration, the intensity of those sensations she felt coursing through her veins! That excitement, the breathlessness, it was so unlike what she had expected! She looked to the tennis ball again, having reformed back into its unassuming self once again. Patti begun to move towards her bedroom, when she felt that her underwear were wet. Oh, the canine felt herself blush once again beneath her fur. She hadn't realised at that point how much of an impact that short but sweet moment had had on her. She wondered then, what would happen if she went the full way? What would it feel like, to slowly tease her way to losing her breath? To feel her lungs burning and blood rush through. She was only too curious to find out. Heading into her bedroom without pause, Patti was quick to remove all of her clothing, tossing them to the other side of the room and got comfy on her bed. The silk covers of her duvet felt wondrous against her fur, having spent enough making herself comfortable in bed. She'd read about it, comfort in bed was important when one spent a lot of time sleeping. Eight hours a day spent in bed sleeping on average, it felt natural to spend a decent enough on the one major comfort she found. If she was having a bad day, lying in bed and watching shows on her phone was a classic. Ever since she had begun dating Charlie, the investment into decently funded bedding became more worth while. Now, she was blessed to have done such a thing. She crawled onto the covers, feeling blessed to feel the silky covers against her sensitive skin and dropped the box near her thigh. She brought the toy out, feeling the suede smooth fur in her paws as her tail began wagging in glee. Already, she could feel her body reacting to the excitement, the anticipation of what would soon occur, what she would indulge herself with. She repeated what she did before, putting the tennis ball into her mouth and curled her tongue over it, relishing in the feeling of having the ball in her mouth. Then, she began to pump it up, feeling it inflating within her maw. She pumped it more, until she could feel the slight touch of the dildo at the roof of her mouth. Until it reached near the back of her throat, where her breath suddenly cut off, after having taken a deep breath. Her breasts were pushed out as a result, her free hand going to her crotch immediately and began rubbing at her clit hard. She spread her legs, her eyes going wide and ears curled back. She could feel herself wanting to whimper, her thighs were quaking and her entire body vibrated on the spot. Her throat burned and her jaw ached being forced open so wide. Those nerve tingles, that high she could feel being teased closer, faster than ever before! Her other free hand moved further between her legs, where her soaked core puffed from arousal lay soaked and dripping. Easily, she dipped her paws into herself, thrusting a couple between those desperate lips and cried out as they clenched hard against her own digits. She orgasmed hard, fast, teasing her mind close to unconsciousness as her vision blurred and began to darken. She felt her fluids rush out of her, soaking the bed sheets beneath her unlike how she had ever done it before. Her entire form felt electric, like she were being struck suddenly from the heavens and it almost felt like her spirit was floating that way with it. In the time her muscles tensed, her hand that hadn't entered her grasped for the pump, cutting off the air to the tennis dildo and deflating it as her body rode out the waves through to the end. Her form shuddered as she recovered slowly, breath coming back to her burning, deprived lungs. It was then her mind connected with what had happened. This tennis ball had been the best thing her boyfriend had ever bought her, ever! Never before had she felt an orgasm quite so strong before! She could feel the sheets beneath her were soaked, sticking to her fur and skin like a second layer. A slight sting where she lifted herself off was felt, as she hurried to grab another duvet to sleep under. Her fitted sheet, however, was thankfully left untouched by her juices. Feeling almost light headed from the lack of oxygen and the power of her orgasm, her legs felt like they would collapse beneath her at any given moment. Collapsing into bed, leaving herself messy between the legs and putting her slobbered up tennis ball on the bedside table beside her, Patti let her thoughts drift, remembering the feeling of breathlessness, the fear of perhaps she was going to die, the shock her body went through, even as she climaxed hard. It was the best time she had ever had, even if it was brief for her. She turned her head to the tennis ball, smiling in gratitude. She was sure she'd use it again. ... With that memory with her, Patti punished herself with sweet torture every night when she was alone, training herself to get better, to last longer each time. She was always careful, making sure she deflated her tennis ball before she would pass out, leaving it just late enough for the dark blotches to appear in her vision. Each time she tried it, her orgasm was just as strong as the last time she practised, some taking slightly longer than others, but still considerably faster than when she was with Charlie. Soon, she could hold her breath for minutes, reaching closer to her ten minute mark. However, this had a profound effect on her and Charlie's relationship. She wondered if he regretted buying her the item that stole her sexual drive. Each time they would have sex, even as he was licking out her pussy, shoving his cock far as she pleased, Patti found her carnal desires lacking, and finding Charlie lack lustre. Even as he gave it his all; playing rough with her and biting into her neck like the dominant he liked to be, going slowly and teasing the high from her, nothing worked! Charlie still seemed to enjoy himself and orgasm just the same within Patti, but it hurt his pride to see his girlfriend not sharing in the same pleasure nor experience as he. She didn't hate having sex with her boyfriend, it was still a comfort that her dildo could not give, and Charlie was such a sweet guy to her, she would never want to replace him for a mere object. They continued to date and see each other, though after weeks of practising with her tennis ball and weeks of Charlie unable to satisfy her, it slowly took a toll. Charlie became more distant, leaving Patti to herself and her tennis ball more and more often. With it, Patti continued to practise more and more, able to hold her breath for longer and bring out more intense orgasms each time. A couple of times, she almost got carried away and left herself too long, teasing at death's door more than once. This time, however, Patti wanted to make it up to Charlie. She felt partially responsible for the tension between them both, even if it wasn't her fault. She felt it was disingenuous to fake an orgasm for her boyfriend, but she felt terrible for not feeling any satisfaction from their sexual activities. She thought, perhaps, she could convince Charlie to use the tennis ball on her, to have him control it, or perhaps strangle her and bring her to breathlessness and light her nerves on fire. She wanted her lungs to feel they might implode, to have her form shaking from the pressure and that sting as she holds back precious oxygen within herself. She needed that, and perhaps Charlie could give her that. She was sure, they could fix this! They just needed to talk and compromise! After all, that's what you're meant to do in relationships. Through her thinking, and her determination, her imagination running wild and imagining a scenario distracted the poor Retriever. Her paw lost focus, her nerves became lax as she drifted off, only to be woken from the sound of crashing plates. Blinking, she looked down to see a horror show. Someone's cakes, the most expensive chocolate fudge cake pudding they had on the menu, three of them for a table had crashed onto the ground and ingrained themselves to the carpet floor. Shards of plates mixed into the cream and coco powdered feast, adding in a dangerous recipe to clean up. "Patti!" Her boss screamed, and a dangerous looking wolf came striding towards her with a snarl at his maw. His lips pulled back and his nose wrinkled in distaste and anger. "Come to the back room with me. Now." His tone of voice left no argument, and Patti felt her ears pull down. Her soul sank, she knew what was coming from this. Her boss took no nonsense, and with the current economic climate, it didn't take long for one to be fired if they made a mistake, or under performed. This was very much something that she knew her boss would not be happy about. She found herself under the wrath of her wolf boss, who snarled and roared at her for her insolence, for her carelessness costing him his reputation as well as his expensive puddings. Because of her actions, a customer was disgruntled and would need to be compensated for their time lost and their puddings remade, costing him double the money. He was sure to make sure she understood that, and with no more patience and he had gone red in the face, visible even from his black fur!, he fired her on the spot. Patti was shocked, feeling betrayed and embarrassed with herself. She had never done such a thing before! She found her face wet with tears, her eyes streaming from her embarrassment and self depreciation. She'd always followed the rules, she'd always tried her best to do what was right and had never missed a day off work for sickness or anything! She tried her best to hold her sobs back, as she hung her head in shame and endured the tongue lashing that she received. With her pride in tatters and her spirit sunk low, Patti hurried into her car, but she didn't drive away just yet. She needed the moment, the lone five minutes to compose herself. Her paws where shaking on the steering wheel, clenching roughly as she shut her eyes and let the salty tears stream down her face. A shake of her head and a growl at herself for being so stupid, Patti drove back home, to collapse into bed and forget the rest of this day had ever happened. Fate was a cruel mistress, and threw only ever more obstacles at her feet. She found herself home, and hearing moaning and growling in a home she lived all on her own. Nobody else besides Charlie had the keys to this house, she'd given him some to visit if she was ever asleep or too tired to move after working for so long. She was also sometimes lazy and felt comfortable enough with him having a set of keys of his own. That, and she recognised those growls anywhere! "You! How could you!?" Patti was disgusted, to see her own expensive bed dirtied by a poodle who had climbed into Charlie's lap. A poodle with make up covering her face, fur done up like she were a Pamela Poodle and she had the gall to look annoyed that Patti returned to her own house and find her own boyfriend in bed with another woman that wasn't her! Patti shook with anger and betrayal, her already crumbling sanity slowly falling away and giving away with it anger and disgust. "Patti, babe, you weren't feeling it... it's just not the same!" He was quick to defend himself, pulling his cock from the poodle's weeping centre as he turned his attention to Patti. "You must've been cheating, getting your load from someone else!" Oh, did that boil Patti's rage even further. She grabbed a hairbrush nearby and threw it at him, completely unlike anything she would ever do normally if her mind were all there. "Get out! And take your bitch with you! How dare you! I was going to talk to you about it! I've been nothing but faithful! How dare you accuse me of cheating, when you yourself are more guilty of that than I ever have been! Get out and don't come back!" Tears streamed down her face, her voice growing hoarse as she continued to scream at the pair of mutts in front of her. Making themselves scarce, they wisely fled, gathering their clothes and disappearing out of the room and out of her house, the door clicking shut as they dashed out the way and out of her life. There, Patti finally collapsed on her bed, shaking and sobbing as the world around her crumbled. Her heart ached, a deep pain cutting into her lungs and her chest. So unlike the pain she felt when she held her breath, training herself with the tennis ball, her tennis ball. She stopped sobbing soon after, turning her head to look at the item in question. Her tennis ball, the one that caused this whole mess, the item that gave her the greatest pleasure she had ever felt. And she wasn't even using it the way it had been intended. Not that she cared, all she cared about was getting the ride of her life, and today felt like a good day to do it. She had lost her job and her boyfriend in one fell swoop today, she would not lose anything else. Today felt like a good day to simply let loose and let herself ride out the waves. She was quick to strip herself naked, to be rid of the uniform she will no longer wear and clamber towards her tennis ball and jam it into her mouth quickly. She was almost feral, a great need to jam it where she needed a quick, fresh release, to stop the pain of misfortune from taking over her mind and spirit. She refused, she would not cry any more. The only tears she will be shedding once again will be the tears of pleasure, of pain that she welcomes into her arms. Without hesitation, she inflated the tennis ball, almost a sigh of relief could be heard from her open jaw as it was jammed open, the tennis ball growing slowly but surely within her maw. The familiar touch of silicon touching the back of her throat, and the same sensation of burning within her throat felt like a warm embrace to her. Her entire form began to tingle, her loins lighting up instantly on command as oxygen was then cut off from her body. Adrenaline rushed through her, shuddering and twitching as she soon moved her hands off the control, and one free hand dived down between her legs that already knew the same schedule he had been doing time and time again. Her paws brushed against her clit, teasing her slowly, wanting her to gasp and thrust into her own paw, as her centre only dripped in more excitement. She was ruthless to herself, rubbing her clit hard and fast, and yet when she felt close to cumming, she stopped herself, waiting for her to calm down, before diving right back in to get her to climb that high once again. Over and over, until she grew too desperate for that. Soon, she moved her paws from her bundle of sensitive nerves, to between her legs, where the mere touch had her shaking and flinching away. She was absolutely soaked! She could feel the wetness beneath her on her quilt, but she didn't care right now. She was only interested in pleasuring herself. She dipped her paws into herself, between her shuddering moist walls, feeling her flesh shake and engulf her digits like they were a welcomed addition. Oh, she felt glorious! She was practically vibrating on the bed, her neck stinging and her cheeks began to hurt from the lack of air, but all that pain only heightened her pleasure! She had trained herself for this moment, to finally go the distance and try to last as long as she could in this state. She could feel sweat dripping from her free paw, one that moved to her breasts and fondled with them, pinching at her nipple and rolling it over within her pads. This was a moment she wished could last forever, that she could bask in and feel those nerves of hers burn and tingle and sting her in all the right places. Then, the pump suddenly snapped. Patti's eyes went wide, as the pump snapped from the bottom of the tennis ball, but it broke off in a way that the ball could not deflate. It was stuck in its shape, unless Patti could remove the piece of plastic connecting and keeping its air inside. Its controls were now lost, and Patti would soon suffocate. Desperate, she pulled a paw out between her lips, holding back a groan of pleasure as she did and grasped at the other end of the damned thing. She needed to pull it out, to just give it a bit of leeway to ease out and the tennis ball would deflate on its own! Alas, she couldn't feel it anywhere, her paws felt only a smooth surface on the other side, she had no idea how it had broken off, and she had no idea about how she was going to know she had reached the broken piece. She had assumed it had snapped from maybe overuse, but she could find no such plastic. Instead, she tried to jam her slippery paw that had been inside of her, trying to get between her fangs and the silicon suffocating her. With her panic, she felt more and more light headed, was this how she was going to die, to pass on? Try as she might, she could not get her paws between her jaw and the silicon, no matter how hard she tried. She'd simply jammed it in far too tight and inflated it far too large to give any space. She was suffocating, she was going to die, and there was nothing she could do. But what of it? She thought to herself. I've lost my job, my boyfriend, this tennis ball is the best thing that has ever happened to me. If it kills me... so be it. She was going to be suffering without a job as it was, and without a boyfriend to help back her up with payments, she was down on her luck already. So, with resignment, she went back to what she was doing. She had no restrictions now thanks to the pump being gone, and there was nothing she could do. Her legs were far too weak to stand, her mind was going hazy and she swore her loins were absolutely dribbling with her juices down her leg and onto the quilt. She dipped her paw back between her legs and felt such warmth wetness there to greet her. Oh, was it such a heavenly feel, her lips no longer suffering or starving of touch. Paws plunged back within her depths, spreading apart and rubbing up against her moist, throbbing walls. She cried out, her other paw going to her clit and rubbing it hard and fast to bring her that high. It was being teased out of her, almost playing with her. It was right at the gates, goading her to pass through, to rush and let herself free. Black dots washed across her vision, feeling herself growing faint, but she refused to be coaxed by it. She needed this release, more than she had ever needed anything else before. To imagine herself, she wondered what she looked like, desperate with a tennis ball shoved into her mouth, the silicon dildo touching the back of her throat and her gag reflex now trained for so long to ignore the touch of the foreign object within her throat. Drool dripping from her mouth like she were a beast under a trance. She felt like one, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she continued to rub at her lips, thrusting her fingers and scissoring inside of herself. Her mind wondered to other places, imagining how she would look when she finally passed on. She could imagine it, her juices dribbling from between her legs, her fur stuck up in all directions and the tennis ball inside her mouth. Her nipples hard and begging for attention even after life stopped in her veins, she wondered what they would think of her. When the police come knocking on her door when she doesn't pay her rent, would they see her as a dirtied whore? Her own pleasure being the death of her, having cummed before death, a big smile on her face of brain obliterating pleasure. She wonders then, self depreciating, how they might celebrate to find her gone forever. She was nothing but trouble, especially in this day and age, fired from her job because she couldn't keep a tray steady. Who was that incompetent to get fired for something like that? She could imagine the German Shepherd's sigh of relief, finding her dead body lying there, death by pleasure. She wondered if, maybe, they'd still find her sexy in the end? That did it, those horrendous thoughts, slutty minds and whorish ideas brought out the worst in her. No longer did she play the complete good girl stereotype she'd always been seen as. Her body quaked and throttled as her climax reached her, flowing through her and her hips gyrated as fluids rushed out of her. Then, those soon flowed out of her too, clear liquid squirting out of her in a line of liquid. She knew it wasn't piss, but ejaculate, her body losing complete control and spurting out all it had to give and soaking the duvet utterly. Oh! It was glorious to feel! Like all the badness she had kept locked in her own body were being flushed out of her, and they would no longer bother her. Her head was down, watching it spray out in front of her, fascinated and turned on harder even as she was mid climax. That only encouraged her to spray more, longer. She cried out best she could with her throat jammed, she could feel her paws were soaked within minutes when the squirting began. Her tail wagged out of her control, drool dripped down onto her body, soaking her fur as she felt a faintness soon overcome her. Black dots blanked a lot of her vision, and she felt that sweet feeling of powerlessness as she convulsed and was forced to act as her muscles demanded of her. Her back was forced straight, but her head down, watching if she could, but this was a conscious battle she felt she was soon going to lose. She, herself, had utterly soaked herself, the duvet, and surely the bedding sheets beneath that too. Oh, how good it felt! Like heaven was already reaching for her. That was when her vision began to blank, it was a struggle to keep her eyes open as they fluttered closed, weak and lost the battle. Her body soon collapsed, her face entirely blue and her chest thumping up and down as it worked hard to try to keep her alive. But alas, this was not a battle she was about to win. She fell forward, her memory going blank as she closed her eyes and her consciousness soon left. Her body, however, still twitched, working from memory and how good the nerves tingled and sparked. As she collapsed and her body struggled, her loins rushed once again, squirting more of her femme juice, clear liquid pouring out of her and staining her whole body in her own fluids. A smile graced her face, as she lay there dying in bliss. Her body still twitched, shuddered and vibrated in euphoria, more liquid spurted from between her legs, out of her and gathering beneath her body. There, she lay, as her body slowly calmed down from the high and went still, her smile of blissed out peace still somewhat visible beneath the tennis ball in her throat. Her body was found hours later, when her disgraced and stricken Dobermann boyfriend returned to grovel at her feet. Only, when his keys jiggled into the lock and he was able to enter, he called her name to hear no reply. "C'mon babe, I'm sorry. Look, I'll... I'll make it up to you, I promise!" He begged, regretting his earlier actions. He had taken the poodle in a brief set of anger, believing that his girlfriend must be cheating on him. What other possible explanation could there be? He had never done anything wrong, and she had always been satisfied in their earlier romps. He admitted to being partially at fault, he hadn?t been there often enough to keep an eye on her. He?d been too busy with his friends to notice and when she wasn?t performing as well as she had previously, his interest in her began to wane even more. When a poodle advanced on him, he struggled to keep refusing her when his spirits were so low and cut down. Eventually, he broke, and took the poodle to Patti's house, knowing it would be a quick fling, something to get over his frustrations and everything would be back to normal. He could feel like maybe it wasn't him, it wasn't his lacking in manhood or that he was terrible at sex. He never discovered his answer, as Patti came home early from work, with tears streaming down her face. He felt a measure of guilt, for seeing her distressed face, that turned into fear once her screaming began. His shallow arguments couldn?t be solidified once the glare of Patti turned against him, he held no back bone for that, no will to keep it going until she calmed down. So, he ran, out into the night, in the pouring rain with his tail between his legs. Only to come back when she cooled down, when he hoped that maybe she could hear him out. Apologise, then move on, perhaps find out why she wasn?t satisfied with him, if there was something wrong with him. He got his answer, but not in the way that he had hoped. Charlie's eyes bulged out of his head, seeing the corpse of his girlfriend, lying splayed over the bed like she were a figure to be marvelled at. Even in death, she was. Her gorgeous golden fur ruffled in the way Charlie loved to see, her slender hips covered in her own ejaculate, the fur between her thighs sticking together. A darkened patch beneath her had Charlie second guessing whether she had squirted or pissed herself when she passed on. Her cause of death became very apparent soon enough. There, jammed deep into her mouth, was the tennis ball he had given her. That thing?! He had almost forgotten about it! He had bought it for her as a whim, something he wanted to see how she'd react to, something to remember him by and maybe prepare themselves for something a bit more. And this was what she was doing with it? He saw the control panel by her side in the duvet and the pipe used to inflate the ball. It had snapped, a piece of the plastic embedded in the ball, keeping it inflated and she'd jammed it so far in, so large, that she couldn't get free. She died, suffocated to death with her own sex toy, even as she pleasured herself and orgasmed several times by the looks of things. This was why she couldn't get off with him. He had been outdone by the very toy he had bought for her. He felt envious of a sex toy. She was going to tell him... her fetish, asphyxiation. A toy that he had bought her for them both, but mostly to experiment. He was hoping she?d take the hint, the initiative, and use the toy so they could be rougher, to go further and take him entirely, knot and all! He wanted to own every piece of her, to consume her in all the ways that he could, and he needed her to take his knot to accomplish that. Yet, each time she refused, too scared and worried. He would never force himself on her, he would never push that low, but he?d hoped she?d shine to it eventually. Instead, here he was left walking into a mess. His girlfriend was gone, of that he was undoubtedly upset by, they had been good together and she was a good girl. He wanted her to be perfect and strived to reach it. Now, he needed to call the police, to report this incident and keep his name clear. "Goddamnit, that fucking tennis ball was better than I was!?" Charlie was left dumbfounded, to think all this trouble, because of a gift he bought to prepare for a future. That would soon be his undoing. And hers. ... Patti blinked, finding her thoughts clearer... emptier. She could breathe, her throat no longer burned and her body felt light as anything. She was confused. What had happened? Hadn't she been suffocating? She had enjoyed herself, she regret nothing of that night, though she felt nothing beneath her legs. She was naked, her breasts out on show and behind her... "Wings!?" She gasped, to see flowing white wings behind her, flapping spastically as her head and mind tried to come to terms with where she was and what was going on. "Oh, Lady Patti, you have awoken at last." She hear a sultry voice call to her in front of her. Before her, her eyes widened as she saw, standing on puffs of clouds in front of large golden gates, three alpha male dogs. A German Shepherd, a Rottweiler, and a Malamute. It seemed the Malamute spoke, a smirk on his face. All three were burly, muscled canines, with biceps that looked like they could crush logs, strong jaws built to snap twigs in half and wings so huge, she was sure they could wrap her entire body within them without any problems. She was stunned, her jaw dropping as her tail began to wag on its own at the sight she was bestowed. They all looked so magnificent, stood there like perfect motioned statues, built for her, built to cater for her. Her gaze could not help but look down, to see fur of black, brown and white. Then, heavy sagging fluffed balls, ready and waiting for her, calling for her. Their shafts were hidden, not yet excited, but she could already taste their excitement on her tongue. She could feel those paws wrap around her throat, stopping the air flow and bringing those delicious tingles back into her craving figure, to feel them overtake her and bring that euphoric feeling of floating! She wiped her mouth quickly, before she embarrassed herself further. "H-hi. I- uh. I don't mean to be rude, but uh- where are we?" She stuttered slightly, her voice almost catching in her throat as she looked around. All over, clouds for miles, with the sunlight glowing behind them in the distance. A warm, yellow to orange glow, like a mood light behind a blanket of white and grey. It was all she had imagined heaven to look like. "That is where you are, my dear. This, is where all good dogs come. To folks who lived good lives, and lived for others, did their duties to their kind." the Rottweiler spoke, walking to Patti. Her tail wagged again, giving her emotions away immediately. Still, she did her best not to let it bother her. "And we are your guardians. We lived, we died, and now we have the honours of serving you, to be with you and to cater to your need." The German Shepherd spoke next, walking up to her side. "And we know what you truly love, what you truly crave. That, we can reward you with, and more, for being such a good girl." The Malamute whispered into her ear, feeling it twitch just beneath his breath. She felt shivers run down her spine, much like the first time she had met Charlie and thought him the biggest dog out there once upon a time. When they first began proper flirting, when they teased one another, when they brought one another to climax. And here she was, three lovely men who doted their attention on her. She couldn't have been happier. "I did not realise just how nice heaven was going to be, I'd have been more prepared if I knew." She laughed nervously, the male dogs all smiled fondly at her joke and crowded around her. The two canines, the Shepherd and the Rottweiler brought their faces close to hers, rubbing their noses against her fur and breathing heavily by her ears, The Shepherd himself nibbled at one flopped ear, laughing as the Retriever shuddered beneath his touch. "The gates of heaven give you your greatest desire, should you have been good and led a good life when you had it within your grasp. You lived for what made you happy, whilst still following your duties that are ingrained upon you on the surface. This; this is your reward. One that, I do say, works on our favour. Very much so." As he whispered this, she felt his meat, his penis brush against her thigh. Oh, she felt her excitement grow once again, her lips becoming moist as she began to imagine these men overpowering her, taking her roughly and thrusting their manhoods deep within her, taking all they could. She would lay on the Malamute, feel his fur mixed with hers, taking his cock up her anus and hug it tight. The German Shepherd could take her vaginal core, thrusting his penis deep into her, his member being engulfed within her flesh as she'd consume him within her warmth. And if only the Rottweiler would wrap his arms around her neck, his paws strangling her softly, bringing with it those tingles, that high, the feeling of heaven...! "Yes, please. I'd love to." All three men smirked, gathering close to her as they lead her to the golden gates. She was welcomed, the golden gates opened up, letting the four horny canines through, to find their heaven and enjoy their bodies to their fullest, with death unable to get in the way. -Alice Clawford