- by Alvo Torelli, August, 2019
(D/f, best, semi-con)
"Whoah, Nicky, look at that big dog," Nichole's father said in an attempt to distract his nervous child. "Weird to see such a big dog in an airport, don't you think?"
Nichole rolled her pretty blue eyes, but not where daddy could see, and thought to herself 'no, I wouldn't think, I've never even been in an airport before, daddy! And I wouldn't be in one now if you hadn't gotten a stupid divorce!' But she blushed at the idea of actually saying something bratty out loud to her father. God! What if someone noticed her talking back? "I, I don't know, daddy," was all she could manage to whisper.
"Well, he's a handsome beast anyway," daddy tried again. He truly thought he might distract his brunette daughter from her angst over flying alone across the country. If he'd really understood how puberty had ramped up his pretty daughter's shyness and insecurity he wouldn't have bothered. "Shall we ask if we can pet him?"
"Daddy! No!" The petite thirteen-year-old squeaked, then ducked her face behind her large book.
"Nichole Pandal, Nichole Pandal and guardian," came crackling, unexpected, over the airport loudspeakers. "Please report to the front desk for rebooking. Nichole Pandal."
"What the fuck," daddy growled, causing another layer of blush to spread over Nichole's pale, freckled face. It was bad enough for the airline to call attention to her, now daddy was openly swearing.
"Sir, there's no need for concern," the husky desk attendant said with a forced smile. She'd dealt with over-anxious, snarling parents a hundred times. "We are simply overbooked in coach, so we're going to give your daughter a free upgrade to first class. That's all."
"Oh," father said, all his bluster gone in an instant. "You hear that, princess? First class!"
"Daddy!" Nichole hissed at the hated nickname. She twisted around awkwardly, casting a furtive look about her and hoping no one had heard him.
"Sorry, Nicky," he said. Then of course he felt he needed to explain himself. "Sorry, she's thirteen now - I'm not supposed to call her 'princess' but it's a hard habit to break." Nichole twisted in agony. Not knowing when to give up, daddy asked the attendant "Um, hey. What's with the big dog over there," thereby prolonging Nichole's attention anxiety.
The attendant glanced at the snow white Great Pyrenees and her slapped-on smile thinned to a disgusted line. "It's an 'Emotional Support Animal'" she responded with air quotes.
"Wait, you mean that dog's going on this flight? That's crazy. He's huge."
"See the vest it's wearing? There's nothing the airline can do about these so called ESAs right now. He has the correct papers. At least it's not a miniature horse - we had one of those last week. Terrible abuse of the law! I'm sorry, sir. Here's your daughter's ticket - seat 2D. She can board now."
Still blushing from her father's worried, loud goodbye in front of the passengers waiting to board coach, Nichole hurried to her seat. Her window seat was amazingly roomy and comfortable! Still, she hid behind her book as people filed by, hoping against hope the aisle seat next to her would remain empty. It looked like she would get her wish. The long line of boarding passengers ended and everyone passed on by her to file into the cheap seats. She was the only person in the two rows of first class!
With no warning, the huge white dog that daddy had been so interested in leapt into the seat next to her! Nichole flinched back, startled at the sudden appearance of the furry monster. The dog lunged forward, rasped his incredibly long, rough tongue across her full lips, nose and high cheeks and forced her back into the wall of the airplane. Suddenly her roomy seat didn't seem so roomy. Nichole threw her arms up to protect her face as her glasses went askew, but it didn't put off the big canine and she got another big slobbery kiss from him. He half climbed into her lap to press into her body, lick across the side of her face and breath his strong, warm doggy breath on her.
"Zeus!" a man yelled. "Stupid fucking dog! Damn it, down Zeus!"
The big dog was summarily yanked back down into the aisle by his owner who held him by the collar and said "Hey, sorry about that, hope you don't mind."
'Of course I mind you senseless twit! Your dog just kissed me and slobbered on me and nearly broke my only pair of glasses. What the heck is wrong with you?!' Nichole screamed in her mind at the back of the man as he, the dog and a younger, buxom blonde woman in a short skirt disappeared past the bulkhead to the economy seats. Oh! Why didn't she say anything? They were so rude! But the very idea of speaking out turned her stomach.
The cabin doors were locked, preflight monologues finished and the flight attendants instructed to buckle in for takeoff when a commotion burst into the first class cabin.
"So what the fuck am I supposed to do with him?"
"Sir! Please calm down and follow instructions or we'll have to stop and return to the gate. I'm sorry, but your dog has to be stowed properly between seats and the other passengers have complained. We have to secure him now."
"Fucking dog. He's useless! I don't know why the fuck I ever... Hey, you, girlie?"
Nichole tried to pretend that the man wasn't talking to her, but it was no use.
"Hey please, come on, help me out. You've got lots of room. Let my dog sit at your feet, okay? Come on, everyone on the plane's counting on you. Here, here's his leash, he'll be good - I promise, I've got to get back to my babe. Thanks!"
Just like that, the man was gone. His huge white dog, Zeus, loomed in the space between Nichole's row and the first row, peering after his master and whining miserably.
"Asshole!" the stewardess said with a scowl. She turned to Nichole at once. "Oh, sweetie, you don't have to do this - really. It's not your responsibility. But..., if we have to turn around..."
'Of course it's not my responsibility! What the hell!' Nichole screamed, but only to herself. "It's, it's okay?" she whispered meekly.
"Sweetie, you're a lifesaver!" the attendant crooned before she dashed for her jump seat.
The six-hour flight to her mother's home hadn't started well for the young teen. It got a lot worse very quickly.
With his master gone, the big dog turned back to the pretty girl and wedged his huge body up against her legs, taking far more than his share of the space. Even worse, he put his big jowly head in her lap, wiping his white spittle all over her wool skirt.
"Ew, Zeus! Stop that!" Nichole said, hissing the words as softly as possible, horrified that the flight attendant might come back and see her covered with dog spit. "Please, stop it." She tried to push the huge head away but she might as well have been pushing on the wall. The big dog easily outweighed her by forty pounds and he was very intent on having her attention. He gave a sad whine and suddenly Nichole understood that he was just anxious at being left behind, anxious like Nichole.
"Okay, okay," she whispered, giving in. She ran her fingers through his luxurious ruff as he nestled in closer, weighed down her lap and eliminated most of her personal space. But still, he was so soft...
"Thanks again, dear," the attendant said, sliding by Nichole's seat to close the curtain between first class and plebeian class. "Are you sure you're okay? Looks like he likes you." She smiled. "Is there anything I can get you?"
"No! I'm fine." Nichole squeaked, hunching her shoulders.
"Okay, just hit your call button if you need anything or if Mr. Furry there becomes a problem. We're going to dim the lights in a second so that everyone can sleep if they want. I'll leave you two alone."
With the lights down it was almost too dark to see. It was kind of calming to run her fingers through the thick fur of the dog's neck, with his head in her lap. Despite the way he invaded her space Nichole relaxed for the first time in ages. Not once did she feel the need to worry about what the dog was thinking about her. But perhaps that was a mistake. Perhaps Nichole should have noticed how Zeus's interest slowly changed from enjoying her petting and attention to snuffling about for the source of a lovely smell - Nichole's young sex.
"Zeus! What are you... Stop that, no! Oh!" Nichole hissed in a strangled whisper as she struggled to push the dog away. Her brain didn't know which would be worse - what Zeus was trying to do or someone noticing what he was trying to do. "Stop! Oh please, no!" Fear of being discovered won out, so Nichole bit her lip and didn't scream for help. She just wrestled with the big, amorous dog, knowing that he was much stronger than her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as he forced his huge head under her skirt and raked his rough tongue along the inside of her unprotected thigh. "No, no, oh please," the little girl hissed as quietly as she could, even as the dog used his considerable bulk to press in and spread her legs apart, determined to find the source of the sweet odor.
One second it was his hot tongue tormenting her, the next it was his cold wet nose - then both at once. Nichole strained and twisted, but she she just wasn't strong enough! The call button up above her twinkled lightly in the dark, promising rescue. But the thought of anyone seeing her this way, with one leg up on the seat and the dog up under her skirt, put ice in her veins.
Zeus's strong tongue raked across Nichole's thin panties and her hands jerked up to her mouth to stifle her gasping scream. Please don't let anyone come! Not now! Oh god! The tongue attacked her young cunny through the thin cotton, soaking the cloth in moments. Despite the cold nose pressing into her thighs, the heat of the tongue and the stimulation it brought stoked a roaring fire in her young mind.
The same swirling new hormones that had turned a bubbly, cute twelve-year-old into an overly self-conscious, withdrawn and frightened teen betrayed her again. What did those hormones care about the source of her sexual stimulation? Boy, dog, cock, tongue - whatever - her hormones only job was to get the unsuspecting new adolescent to respond to the arousal, to hurry her towards reproduction! And Nichole responded - she responded with a flood of tasty juice. Her body began to tremble. Her inexperienced cunny went wild. A few minutes of hot dog tongue was more than enough. Nichole began to climax on the dog's strong, clever tongue, blushing the worst blush of her life.
"Zeus! No, please, please stop, oh god, no. Oh!" The wetness in her panties wasn't just the dog's saliva. Even through the thin fabric his tongue was so rough and forceful, so demanding. She couldn't control the way her body reacted. She spread her legs further, thrust her hips rhythmically against his probing tongue. She bit her lip again so that she could grip the armrests of her seat without screaming.
The intensity of her emotions - fear of what the dog was doing to her, terror that anyone should witness it, mortification that she was enjoying it - all tripled in an instant as Zeus found the leverage and position to get one tooth underneath her wet panties. He hooked the delicate fabric and twisted his massive jaw to rip through the offending obstruction. It was nearly impossible not to scream. Nichole tasted blood from her lip. 'Nooooooooooo!' she screamed in her mind when his tongue raked across her small, sensitive rectum, pressed upwards and pushed past her outer lips to force its way inside of her. The tongue was so big, so strong, so hot. He swirled it deep inside her and Nichole's screams nearly found voice.
A trained Emotional Support Animal, a true ESA, would understand the little girl's fear, intense self-consciousness and physical shyness. A true ESA would assuage her angst, improve her confidence, help her center and find tranquility. Zeus was no such ESA. Zeus was a fake.
Zeus raped Nichole with his tongue. It was his turn to taste blood as he tore through her hymen. It might have been over quickly if the child didn't writhe so invitingly, submit so completely, cum so hard and produce such lovely, tasty juices. Nichole's twin terrors simply fed the dog's desire to dominate and use her for his own pleasure. He raped her, used her, dominated her - enjoyed her.
Even when it was over Nichole could only pant as her heartbeat continued to flutter. She felt so violated! But she also felt something else, something she wasn't sure of - did she almost feel satisfied? No! The very idea was horrible! But her body wanted to be a limp noodle, to revel in the afterglow of her forced orgasm. The sudden thought that the attendant might return or worse some passenger from coach might try to sneak through the dark cabin to the first class bathroom, forced her to sit up and try to get control. Zeus didn't help by putting his huge paws up on her seat to reward her with a big, slobbering kiss.
"Ewww! Zeus, no, please. Get down," Nichole hissed as quietly as she could, surprised when the big dog actually obeyed her. He even backed up into the aisle so that she could stagger to her feet, her legs barely able to support her! She was still trembling so hard. "Stay! Stay here and be good, please!" she begged the dog in a whisper as slipped into the aisle. Surprisingly, Zeus backed into the space in front of her seat - looking up at her expectantly - and sat. Nichole didn't have time to wait. She dashed for the nearby restroom and barely made it in time to pee, hoping beyond hope that no one had noticed how disheveled and distraught she was.
Her panties were soaked and in tatters. As she pulled them off to throw away it was mortifying to realize how much of the moisture was her, not the dog. How could she have let him do something so terrible? Why hadn't she fought harder? Why was her traitorous pussy still tingling? Oh! Was she taking too long in the bathroom? Would someone come to... Oh god! No!! Nichole's blood turned to ice at the sound of scratching at the door. No - Zeus!
Terrified of discovery, Nichole unlocked and cracked open the accordion door, hoping that she could shoo the big dog back to her seat quickly before anyone noticed. But Zeus had other ideas. He wanted to know where his new playmate had gone and what she was doing. The second the door started to slide open his big muzzle forced through the slit, followed by his broad shoulders. Nichole squeaked a quiet "Zeus, no, stop..." but the dog was far too strong for her to stop his forward progress into the tiny bathroom.
Nichole fell back onto the toilet as Zeus forced his way into the small room. He took advantage of her confined space to climb up halfway onto the toilet platform, straddling her with his front legs and lunging forward to lick at her face again. She fought back, pushing against his shoulders and for a moment she thought she was winning. In reality she just caused Zeus to become more aggressive and press his advantage, bringing him all the way into the bathroom with her. But there simply wasn't enough space! His rear end caught the folding door and slammed it shut. Nichole was trapped in a tiny bathroom with a gigantic, amorous dog!
Grabbing the long thick fur around the dog's neck, Nichole did everything she could to resist him, but she just wasn't strong enough. She couldn't understand why he was suddenly so excited, why he insisted on slavering her lips and pressing his chest against her. And it seemed like he was trying to grab her waist with his powerful forelegs. She was practically drowning under his advances. She couldn't breathe.
In her panic, Nichole made a horrible mistake.
Desperate to escape Zeus's slobbering kisses, Nichole twisted her body around underneath him, thinking she could use the back wall of the tiny room to push off of. And indeed, for one moment, once her back was turned to the beast, she had the leverage to push off. Her feet planted on the ground and Zeus took a step back, pressing him even harder against the door. Nichole had no idea of the danger she'd just taken on.
Zeus lunged again, knocking Nichole forward. Her knees pressed into the toilet platform and the seat forced her knees wide as Zeus's weight bore down on her back. Her forearms pressed into the curving wall and she squeaked in terror. It was only when she felt his forelegs gripping tight around her waist that Nichole finally understood what the big dog was trying to do.
"No! No, you can't, Zeus, please! Please!" Nichole pleaded with the gigantic mongrel in hissed whispers. But she knew her begging was useless. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and his claws dug into her thighs. He'd tasted her, he'd made her cum, he'd dominated her - and now her fate was sealed - he was going to fuck her.
But the situation was worse than Nichole understood. When Zeus started humping at her from behind, fast and furious, trying to find the entrance to her tight, wet cunt, his ass also started to bang into the bathroom door. Bang, bang, bang! A loud staccato beat. There was no chance it wouldn't be heard throughout the plane! Nichole's heart tried to jump through her throat. They were going to come find her! And in that very moment she felt the first sting of the dog's precum jetting against her bare cunny, then the poke of his long, thick red cock - again and again - getting closer and closer. "Zeus! Pleeeeeease! Stop, stop before they hear us! Oh god, please!" she hissed. Bang, bang, bang!
Was there any way to stop the incriminating noise? Oh god - in Nichole's mind there was only one way! She arched her back and snaked one arm down between her legs. She found the slimy long pole of dog sex. She tensed every muscle and held her breath in terror, but the banging had to stop! The small, pretty thirteen-year-old used her hand to guide the thick dog-cock to her tight, excited pussy. If she just let him fuck her he'd stopped the horrible banging. Right? Right!?
Zeus did the rest. He rammed his throbbing meat deep inside the little girl and doubled the speed of his furious humping.
But no, Nichole's decision to give herself to the mongrel did nothing to stop the frantic banging - if anything the banging got louder. And to make matters much, much worse, Nichole couldn't stop the screams that erupted from her throat as she was introduced to the reality of a huge dog cock thrusting in and out of her tight little pussy at an incredible pace. Which sound was louder - the dog banging the door or the child's wild screams? Or was it the banging and yelling from outside the door as people tried desperately to rescue the screaming little girl?
"Oh god, Zeus! Too big, too big!" the little girl screamed. "Pleeeeease! Oh! Please!" She was so full, so violated, so frightened. How could his cock be so big? Even as she wondered it got bigger. Something truly huge forced through her tight opening, swelling even bigger each time it squeezed through her tender opening. Nichole heard the people desperately trying to break into the bathroom, thwarted by the bulk of the dog pressing against the door. Any second they would break through. Any moment they would see what she had done! But oh, oh god, oh god, oh god, it was SO GOOD!
Nichole's second climax was so much more spectacular than her first, so much stronger and wilder. It overwhelmed her senses. "Yes, yes, Zeus, god, YESSSS!" she screamed at a volume no one would have guessed she possessed. And even as she screamed the horrible banging from inside the bathroom ceased, for Zeus's knot had finally swelled to its full, gargantuan size deep inside Nichole's tight cunt. She was tied to the dog. She would be tied to the dog for some time, spasming in orgasmic ecstasy as long as her young body was filled to overflowing with cum-spewing hot dog cock.
Of course, the moment the dog stopped humping, the copilot and the flight attendant were able to force the door open. They found a pretty little teen impaled on the huge cock of a huge dog. It was obvious from the child's nearly incoherent moaning and trembling that she was cumming hard. The copilot was ashamed that his cock hardened in his slacks, but he tried not to let it ruin his professionalism. "Please, people, there's nothing to see here," he said sternly to the half-dozen passengers who'd gathered in first class at the commotion, most of them men who now wore sly smiles. "Please return to your seats!"
Nichole's nightmare lasted another three-quarters of an hour, until Zeus's knot deflated enough to slip out of her still-quivering little cunny. Despite the seatbelt sign, time and again the attendant or the copilot had to chase away another passenger who just had to get a view of a teenage girl tied to a big dog.
At first, Nichole's mortification nearly caused a complete mental breakdown. No one had ever blushed as deeply as she blushed. But the longer she had to wait the more her embarrassment converted to anger and anger to a strange new tranquility and confidence. The weight of the dog on her back, his steady breathing, calmed her. Her mind refused to admit there was anything wrong with the incredible pleasure he'd given her. She admitted to herself that she'd practically invited him to use her. How dare they laugh at her! They knew nothing. Even the mortifying gush of cum as Zeus unmounted from her couldn't staunch her new confidence.
Back in her seat as the plane landed, Nichole refused any assistance. She refused to deplane first. She sat stoically as the coach passengers filed by, one by one, trying not to stare at her and the big dog sitting patiently at her feet.
Once again, it was the dog's owner and bimbo girlfriend who brought up the end of the line. "So, I heard you had a bit of an ad...." the man begin to say before Nichole cut him off.
"Shut the fuck up you stupid asshat!" the newly confident teen yelled in his face. "You don't deserve this magnificent animal!"
"Jesus, hey. You're right, I don't. Here, here's his papers. You keep him. I don't want him. He's all yours."
"Damn right - fuckwad!" Nichole screamed at the man's fleeing back, clutching Zeus's ESA papers in her hand. Then she gasped as she looked down at her new Emotional Support Animal and realized that he really was exactly that - her ESA. Her little cunny clenched with excitement. Suddenly, Nichole couldn't wait until the next time Zeus could support her 'emotional needs.'
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