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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Persona_3, Persona_Series
  Relationship:
      Arisato_Minako/Koromaru
  Character:
      Arisato_Minako, Koromaru
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Hand_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Knotting, Humiliation, Large_Cock, like
      disproportionately_large, Come_Swallowing, Come_Inflation, Belly
      Expansion, also_she_makes_out_with_the_dog
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-15 Words: 4586
****** From the Tap ******
by a_very_large_television
Summary
     A particularly-needy Koromaru won't leave SEES' field leader alone
     for five minutes. What could the problem be?
     (he's horny)
     (she sucks him off)
Notes
     I have a tumblr, if you felt like sending prompts, asking questions,
     or checking on my writing progress! You don't even need an account to
     send asks or requests!

     This was also my first fic that was actually beta read! Go thank
     MotherHarlot, she is really the best.
     Since I don't really like giving the protagonists names, I've given
     her a different name for this story. She's "Makoto" this time.
See the end of the work for more notes
A wet, leathery nose prodded into Makoto’s thigh for the fourth time in the
past two minutes, and she finally let out a sigh. Wood clattered on wood as she
dropped her pencil on the coffee table before looking down to the source of her
annoyance. There lay Koromaru in all of his Shiba Inu glory, fidgeting and
squirming on the couch right next to her and rubbing right up against her
thigh, currently bare from her skirt having bunched up both from 1: her seated
position on the couch, 2: Koromaru’s constant nudging.
Koromaru let out a whine as he continued to look right up at her, and Makoto’s
now pencil-less hand gave him a few pats. “Will you just tell me what’s wrong
already, boy?”
“Maybe he just likes you”, Yukari, currently idling in one of the chairs
surrounding the coffee table, said. She looked up from her magazine to the
pair. “You kind of have that effect on people.”
Still petting the dog, Makoto looked over to Yukari. “Koromaru likes everyone.
I’ve never seen him as needy as he has been the past couple days.”
“Did you already take him for a walk?”
“As soon as I got back from school. But now he’s not letting me study.” She
looked down and frowned at Koromaru, who whined yet again.
Yukari shrugged and went back to flicking through her magazine. “Just head up
to your room for a couple hours? I’m sure he’ll get over it soon.”
“That’s… probably a good idea.” Koromaru’s puppy dog eyes met Makoto’s gaze,
and while the look tugged at her heartstrings, it wasn’t enough to prevent her
from sliding her stuff back into her bag, smoothing out her skirt, and trotting
up the stairs to her room.
What had gotten into Koromaru recently? For the past week or so he had been all
over her, barely giving her a chance to walk in the door before she felt either
a nose prodding her or fur rubbing against her. Food or walks didn’t calm him
down. He ignored his toys when she threw them. Maybe he wanted to go the movies
again? She was worried about trying that after last time, though.
Even as she ascended the stairs to her room, the pitter-patter of his paws
right behind her was hard to miss, and another annoyed sigh slipped out of her
mouth. He had been walking a little funny, too - his back legs were almost bow-
legged, or at least as bow-legged as a dog could manage. There was no way it
was an injury - he was never without someone watching him, and he couldn’t have
gotten hurt in Tartarus since they hadn’t gone for a couple weeks. So what was
the issue?
They stood at the entrance to Makoto’s room, Koromaru cheerfully sitting down
and looking up at her as she matched his stare with a frustrated pout. A
staredown that lasted all of a few seconds commenced before Makoto let out her
third irritated sigh in as many minutes. “Okay, fine, but you have to let me
study.”
Koromaru barked.

===============================================================================

And so Makoto sat at her work desk, huffily grumbling and trying her damndest
to scratch through her notes as Koromaru very much did not let her study. He
was under the desk by her feet, doing the exact same as he had been downstairs
- bugging her, either with licking, rubbing against her calves, or very loud
whining. Either warm fur or a wet tongue (or equally-wet nose) was pressing
against her skin at all times, and it was among the most annoying things Makoto
had ever had to go through in her short life.
It was impossible to concentrate like this. She sighed and leaned back in her
chair, dropping her pencil again. She could easily just pick him out and put
him out of the room, but then he would probably be scratching at the door until
she opened back up. Did she have time to study in the library at school
tomorrow? She could borrow Yukari or Junpei’s notes, but that didn’t solve the
issue of actually having enough time to look through them.
Makoto was yanked out of her thoughts with the sudden jolt of a warm tongue
against the crotch of her panties.
Her eyes widened, head immediately jerking down to find Koromaru’s head having
disappeared into her skirt, sniffing and licking her cotton-shielded groin. It
was frantic and rhythm-less, an utter assault to her senses. Tingles and waves
of pleasure shot through her core, the wet, rough tongue messy and inarticulate
but exceptionally eager.
And it was good. Even as random and wild as the tongue was, any failures of
coordination were more than made up for with just how thoroughly and quickly it
was painting Makoto’s scalding, wettened pussy. She leaned back in her chair
and spread her legs, leaking into her panties as she let a moan slip loose from
her lips. Fluids dripped down her thigh, she breathed slowly and heavily,
tongue and cotton grinding against her swollen pussy lips as she edged closer
to a peak.
And then she remembered a dog was doing it to her.
“K-Koromaru, no!” Makoto’s feet gently pushed Koromaru back, that wet tongue
and furry head slipping out of her skirt even as he wriggled against her
defenses. She pushed back in her office chair, rolling it backwards before
standing up and immediately stumbling over to a window, leaning against the
wall to keep herself steady. More heavy breathing, trying to calm her thoughts.
Ugh. God. A dog had tongued her nearly to the point she came. And she had been
enjoying it! She had let him! She felt gross. Sick.
Koromaru sat right next to her feet, panting - heavier than she was - and
looking up expectantly. Ugh. “B-Bad dog”, she sputtered out in between breaths.
“Don’t d-do that to….” More breathing. Koromaru tilted his head, and she turned
her own to look out the window instead.
She rubbed her thighs together with an annoyed grunt. It was hard to ignore
just how flooded her panties felt, or how she was still horribly wet, or how
she had been awfully close to cumming and kind of wanted to let him get back to
it.
No. No! Bad Makoto! She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts out. Even
if she was an absurdly hormonal teenager who certainly wasn’t getting any
anywhere else, was so close on the cusp of cumming it practically hurt to stop
and-
Another groan. She lay her head against the the window. The cool glass against
her forehead was a relieving contrast to how hot she felt, something of a much
drier cold shower. Her eyes flickered out to watch the blue sky and shine of
the midday sun. There. She could do that. Focus on the outside world and think
about other things.
She let her eyes wander, tracing the streets and cars below. A few people were
walking. Some birds flew past the window. She was still so wet. Oh hey, a car
went by. Cars tended to do that on streets. Would it still be sunny enough to
head back outside later? His tongue had felt so nice. Was Fuuka cooking
tonight? Maybe she should head out and get something to eat instead. Maybe just
pick up some ramen for everyone. She really needed to cum.
Ugh. Makoto heaved another heavy breath, and looked down at Koromaru, still
sitting and looking up at her. He barked, then trotted over and hopped on her
bed, quickly laying down and making himself comfortable in her sheets.
Makoto followed right behind, hands on her hips as she stood and looked down at
him with a pout. He was so smug, laying on her bed after what he had done.
“That’s bad, Koro-chan. You shouldn’t do things like that. You’re better
trained than this.”
He sat there panting, and she arched her brows. Another staredown. This was so
stupid.
She was about to pick him up and put him out of the room - hopefully at least
give her a few hours to look through her notes - when he flopped over onto his
back. Makoto’s attempt at any angry look faltered as she looked down at him.
Near his back legs - brightly standing out against the sea of soft white fur -
was a cock. Tapered, bright red, and standing painfully erect out of its
sheath. Makoto’s jaw dropped at its sheer size, disproportionately large and
thick on such a small dog.
Makoto blushed. “K-Koro-chan! Put that away!”
He tilted his head again.
“Stop doing that!”
Another whine, needy and loud.
She was about ready to throw him back out in the hallway when that whine gave
her sudden pause. It was so sad, so pathetic, piercing her heart like the
cheesiest of her crappy light novels. Her panicked, embarrassed tizzy died out
for a moment, thoughts beginning to pry at the back of her mind.
A pause, and she took a seat at the edge of the bed next to him, eyes sliding
from the bright red of his obnoxiously-endearing puppy dog stare to the bright
red of his…. She gulped, curiosity getting the better of her as she allowed
herself a more thorough look.
It was… big. Exceptionally long and intimidatingly thick. It would have been
quite a bit on the large side for a human - on a dog as small as Koromaru, it
was disproportionately massive.
She found her head dripping forward a bit more. It looked… so different from a
person's. So alien and bizarre. It twitched and throbbed slightly, bulging
veins running down its length. “Uh, w-wow”, Makoto stuttered, still letting her
eyes run up and down the member. “Is this why you've been so worked up?” Her
voice was quieter, much more calm.
He barked.
“I guess you don't have a girlfriend since you're cooped up in the dorm so
much.” Another gulp. Was she really about to ask this? “And I guess you wanted
to… m-m-mate? With me?”
Another bark.
It was almost flattering. Why was it flattering? She let out a thoughtful
murmur. Makoto knew from experience how terrible and distracting it was to feel
so worked up, and Koromaru seemed to be even less capable of dealing with it
than her.
She took a deep breath, a shaky right hand slowly sliding closer to touching
his underside before she suddenly stopped herself. Fuck. Fuck, this was… way,
way past wrong. More depraved than the worst doujins she would finger herself
too, more depraved than the darkest of her awful fantasies. Fantasies where she
was fucked to the point she couldn’t remember herself, where she was bloated
and pregnant and fantasies where Koromaru was mounting her from behind, fucking
her with that big red cock, emptying his balls into her until she was so heavy
and full with his pups and-
Makoto shook her head again. Koromaru whined, wiggling his back.
She looked at the cock again, how close her hand was to it, and she looked back
up to his big red eyes. Her thighs rubbed together once again - fuck, all he
had tried to do was get her off. Was that really so bad? Wasn’t it right she
repaid the favor?
“Fuck it.” Her fingers wrapped around gently around the cock, heat instantly
filling her grip (and her cheeks, a blood red blush forming). Koromaru let out
a little squirm beneath her, and she set to slowly pumping up and down. “Just
enough so you can cum and finally calm down a little, boy.”
God, it was like wrapping her hand around a fucking soda can it was so thick.
Her entire grip was filled, the heat from that cock pressing against her
fingers and her palm. It throbbed gently, and she could only eye it intently as
her hand jerked, steadily and rhythmically. It was a mesmerizing sight, the way
his legs would twitch, the way the red skin slipped and move as she tugged up
and down.
Her eyes scanned further downward, to his sack and similarly-oversized balls.
“Geeze....” She let her other hand slip over to cup them - they were just as
hot as his dick. A soft, gentle squeeze on one of them, and he squirmed and
whined a bit more. They felt heavy and bloated, and Makoto swore she could feel
the cum inside churning and sloshing. “God, I guess it’s been awhile for you,
huh? Are these why you’ve been walking so weird?” A few more tugs on his cock.
“Mmm, I’ll get rid of all that tension.”
Fuck. Was she dirty talking to a dog?
She kept jerking him off, a steady, slow rhythm to her pumping. She’d never
done it before, but Koromaru's heavy panting and slight squirming made her
pretty sure she was doing something right. Every so often she gave another
squeeze to his balls, marvelling at their tightness and weight and prompting a
small whine from him. “How much are you holding in here, boy…?”
Her thumb slid upward and rubbed against his tip. Pre trickled out and rolled
down his length, and the slick fluid coated her palm, an easy lube to make her
jerking motions smoother, easier.
Unfortunately, she was finding it was quickly growing too slick. The sweat on
her palms intermingled with Koromaru’s fluids, and it was becoming more
difficult to keep a steady grip. Her hand slipped off, and she sat panting,
frustrated. Koromaru let out another pained whine.
Fuck. She couldn’t stop now. She went right back to it, taking a firm grip and
steadily beating him off, a bit faster. But her hand was too slick, and he was
simply too big. It was difficult to keep a grip for too long.
Makoto looked down at his begging eyes, hearing his quiet whines. There was a
silent moment of pause, and she bit her lip.
Well, she didn’t only have hands.
She laid both her palms flat on the bed, taking a moment, a deep breath,
considering all the choices in her life that had led her to this moment, and
she started to lower her head. She was shaky and wobbly, shuddering to herself
quietly as she brought herself closer and closer. God, that cock looked even
bigger up close. A moment of hesitation, and, still shaking all the while, she
slipped her mouth open just a peek, the very tip of the burning-hot cock
beginning to brush against her wet lips, and-
A knock on her door, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. “Hey”, Yukari’s
muffled voice spoke from out in the hallway. “Were you hungry? We were gonna
start putting dinner together soon.”
“Y-Yeah!”, Makoto sputtered back. “I’ll eat once it’s ready! Sorry, j-just
still back here studying.”
“Okay. I’ll let you know when it’s done.” Feet shuffled against the wooden
floor, quickly growing quieter as they stepped away from Makoto’s door.
Makoto fell silent for another good few seconds, before letting out a relieved
sigh. And then, she looked back to the cock resting right in front of her face.
A gulp, and she pushed it to her lips, slowly spreading them out as the tapered
head slipped past the boundaries of her mouth. It was inside her. A dog’s
penis, massive and burning hot, was inside of her mouth, and she had never been
more turned on in her life.
She lowered her head further, lips spreading wider to accommodate the steadily-
growing girth of his cock. It tasted… pleasant, to her own surprise. Fleshy.
Warm. And it was a taste she was steadily growing more familiar with as it slid
deeper in and began to fill out more and more of her mouth, rubbing against her
lips, pressing against the roof of her mouth, slipping and rolling against her
tongue.
Muffled, sloppy “Mmm”s and moans escaped from her mouth, saliva dripping out of
her, the wetness of her mouth keeping the cock wet and slick. Her tongue drew
slow, heavy licks against it, exploring, each and every bulging vein and twitch
and throb of the rod a new, heavy taste on her tongue.
She swallowed down to the base and lingered, sucking and inhaling the taste.
Fuck. The entire thing was in her mouth, those fat balls pressing against her
chin. Pre flowed down her throat, and she just kept sucking, coaxing out more
and more.
This was horrible, so fucked up, so wrong on so many levels. Her first time
with anyone - she hadn’t even had her first kiss yet! - given to sucking a dog
off. Given to degrading herself and stuffing her mouth with the cock of an
animal that she was all-too-eager to suck off.
She raised her head and pulled off the cock with a heavy breath, a length of
spittle connecting her lips to his length. Koromaru gave a bark, and Makoto
took a moment to cough, orienting herself and catching a breath. The taste
lingered on her mouth.
“St-Stand up”, she said, and Koromaru followed suit, rolling back onto his
legs, dick and balls now hanging proudly below. Makoto joined him on all fours,
falling to her knees and slipping her head under his belly. A better position
to service him properly.
Makoto let out a muffled groan of appreciation as she took him into her mouth
once again - she already missed that warm, wet taste, and it immediately filled
back up every ounce of sensation she was feeling. “Sho g-good”, she barely
managed to gurgle out around a mouthful of cock, before plunging lower, taking
it deeper, stretching her mouth further.
Lewd, wet slurps and moans echoed throughout the dorm room as Makoto continued
her bout of depravity, bringing her head forward and back, inches of the
saliva-coated cock disappearing into her maw and then back out. Just the tip
sat inside her mouth, and she licked at it, coaxing and savoring the taste of
his pre. Then she plunged herself forward, taking most of it in one fell swoop,
letting her tongue caress each and every inch she could reach.
Koromaru seemingly got the same idea. Makoto had pulled back, sucking and
licking on the tip, before that extensive pillar of cock-meat was
unceremoniously shoved back into her mouth, a choked “Mmph?!” slipping from
her, eyes widening in shock. Then back, each heady, wet inch of dog dick
dragging across the inside of her mouth, against her tongue and taste buds. And
then another thrust, Koromaru harshly burying his bone into the waiting mouth
of Makoto.
The new position made it far easier for Koromaru to properly take control of
his new bitch. He wasn’t soft or gentle - it was as inelegant and harsh as a
dog his size could manage, and that cock repeatedly slammed into her mouth,
each ram prompting his heavy, swollen balls to slap against her chin. And
Makoto smiled as much as she could with her mouth so thoroughly stretched.
Drool dripped from her mouth, eyes half-lidded as she idly sat and let Koromaru
roughly facefuck her, her pussy tingling with each ramrod shove into her mouth.
His thrusting slowed, and the whole of his length lingered inside her mouth.
One of Makoto’s hands reached for his balls, cupping the full-to-bursting
organ, churning with cum. He was about to blow, and even in Makoto’s lust-hazed
state, she wasn’t exactly eager to get a straight-from-the-tap mouthful of dog
spunk.
When she felt the base of his cock swell up, it was a bit of a surprise. What
felt roughly about the shape of a bulb, near the base of his length, doubled in
size, and her eyes widened once again. Her tongue was shoved into the base of
her mouth and her cheeks rounded out slightly, her mouth forced to rearrange
itself for the sudden growth inside of it.
Makoto tried to pull her mouth off before his inevitable climax. And she
quickly realized that the sudden engorgement of his cock was so thoroughly
filling out every last inch of her mouth that she couldn’t open it any wider to
pull it out. She was stuck, and panic was quickly starting to replace her
previous horniness. “Koromaru!”, she tried to say, but all it came out as were
a few muffled, unintelligible syllables.
Makoto was learning firsthand what a knot was.
A few rough jerks and thrusts - Koromaru couldn’t do much else, with how
thoroughly locked as he was into her mouth - followed, and then he was back,
standing still. And then his cock twitched, and Makoto barely had a moment to
let out a whine before it was all over.
The first of his cum started to fill her mouth. Her senses were immediately
assaulted - it was pungent. Monstrously so. Thick, salty liquid poured into her
mouth, and she cringed at how unpleasant and acerbic it tasted. It was a
steady, slow trickle, and while there wasn’t a ton to contend with in terms of
pure volume - at least, not yet - it was still the most viscous thing Makoto
could ever remember having in her mouth.
She whined again. Stuck on her knees with a dog emptying his balls - balls that
were currently pressed roughly against her chin, letting her feel each and
every single twitch of it, practically hearing the damn things churning - into
her mouth. What a predicament. The blindness of her lust had faded away into
nothing but pure shame as she realized just how low she had truly stooped. She
probably deserved this.
More and more syrupy doggy semen fell into her, and at this point she was
starting to be shocked at how backed-up Koromaru truly was. When was the last
time he had been able to cum? How long had all of this been stored in those
balls of his?
Makoto had started to lose track of time as she remained stuck on her knees.
She wasn’t certain quite how long he had been cumming, but it had to have been
minutes at this point. And she was beginning to feel the effects of it - her
mouth was flooded by now. Her cheeks were bulging out further, stuffed with cum
on top of that enormous knot.
And Koromaru was showing no signs of slowing his production. Fuck, was she
going to drown on dog cum? She was too thoroughly plugged up to spit it out,
and she was gradually growing more certain she wasn’t going to be able to wait
for him to finish. There was always another route the cum could take, but….
Her blush intensified as more cum surged into her mouth. There wasn’t any space
left in her mouth now - there was only one place for it to go.
Another whine, and Makoto took her first gulp.
Fuck. She cringed again, the taste even worse as it flowed down and coated her
throat.
Gulp.
She tried her hardest to ignore the unpleasant saltiness, the impossible
thickness.
Gulp. Gulp.
Her throat stretched and bulged with the bigger, more sudden load she
swallowed.
Gulp. Gulp.
Even as it flowed down into her gut, the taste stuck to her tongue, her throat,
coating every last inch. Dog dick and dog cum was all she could taste.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
God, she felt fucking pathetic. Shamed. Disgusted. Her eyes screwed tightly
shut, her cum-stuffed cheeks illuminated from her blush.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp….
She didn’t have any more time for pauses in between her swallows - it was
coming in too fast. Just a constant string of gulp, gulp, gulp.
Ugh. Only after a minute of swallowing did Makoto begin feeling painfully full,
the cum thick and hearty enough to remind her of the time she had gorged out at
Wild-Duck Burger. But back then, she had been able to stop when she was full.
Here, Koromaru was still going. She reached up to her abdomen, feeling a small
bloat where there wasn’t before.
The cum sunk into her gut like a stone, and as minutes passed, Makoto still
forcing herself to swallow Koromaru’s seemingly-endless discharge, the small
bloat grew. Skin was forced to stretch to contain the enormous payload, belly
slowly rounding out as more and more was pumped into it. Makoto whined again.
She didn’t stop swallowing - not that she had a choice to stop.
Gulp, gulp, gulp. She felt so heavy, her gut so tight and swollen. She could
feel it gradually growing out beneath her, and it only felt more unbearably
tight as it was filled to capacity and then beyond.
And still it ballooned outward, heavy and round, to the point where her shirt
just couldn’t contain it anymore and rode up high, to the point where she had
to splay her knees out further to give it a bit more room to grow, to the point
her navel popped and she could feel the bare, taut skin brush against the soft
sheets of her bed.
Makoto didn’t even notice he had finished cumming until she had swallowed every
last drop, every single gallon of his impossible output stretching her newly-
gravid belly until she felt ready to burst. He was done, though the knot in her
mouth had yet to go down.
Koromaru laid down on top of her, and Makoto would have yelled if she were
capable of it. The extra weight finally caused her knees to give out, and she
flopped down prone on the bed, her belly painfully squishing and groaning below
her.
Makoto wasn’t sure how much longer it was before Koromaru’s knot finally
deflated, and it unceremoniously swung out of her mouth. She coughed, finally
taking in clean air, her mouth painfully, thoroughly stretched out from having
had to endure the knot for as long as she did. Free, Koromaru happily slid off
of her, and she rolled over onto her back - struggling with the beach ball of a
gut she had accrued, her insides sloshing with cum as she moved, though she
finally got it after a moment.
Her swollen, round belly stared back at her, and she rubbed away at it, some
attempt at calming the extreme fullness it was packed with. “Fuck….” It blocked
the sight of her lower body, and anyone who happened to see her now could be
forgiven for thinking she was well past due. Her gut gurgled, voicing
complaints that matched hers.
Makoto just lay there, breathing heavily, too tired and sluggish to do much of
anything at the moment. Koromaru sauntered up to her, nuzzling against her
cheek. And when the prodding of his nose turned to his tongue licking against
her lips, she didn’t even think to fight it. She leaned into him, opening her
mouth and clashing her tongue to his in a slobbery, messy kiss. His breath was
warm against her face, his tongue still wet and warm and drool-y and sloppy.
She moaned. Spit and saliva and tongues went from one mouth to another before
Makoto finally pulled back, panting heavily once again.
Fuck, her first kiss taken by a dog too. She would probably have to stick with
Koromaru now - surely nobody else would want to take a dog fucker like her. As
she stared up at the ceiling, she smiled a little in spite of herself.
Another knock at the door, and both she and the dog looked to it. Yukari again.
“Hey, Fuuka finished the cooking, if you were hungry.”
Makoto groaned.
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