Mojo's Bitch (f, best, preg, nc, ped, 1st, viol)
By Norelpref
They were finally leaving. He would be alone with his bitch. He had waited for this for a long time. Now it had finally happened, and she was fertile. He waited until she headed up to her room, then rose to follow her, padding softly across the floor. The door to her room was open a crack, he pushed through it. She was bent over one of her drawers, rearranging something. Swiftly, he rose up behind her, bringing his paws down hard on her back. She fell forward, her head colliding with a mirror, and slumped to the floor.
April was excited as she headed home from school. Her parents were leaving for the whole weekend and they'd agreed to leave her home alone, even though she was only thirteen. Her parents trusted her. She got good grades, did her chores, was very polite, and they never had any reason to ground her. Besides, Bob and Laura were next door and she had their number if anything went wrong.
When April got home, Mojo, her Akita, was waiting for her in the living room. She dropped her book bag and knelt before him, scratching behind his ears and massaging the fur on his neck. He licked at her face, she giggled in response. She needed to change out of her school uniform, a navy blue skirt that came down to her knees and a white blouse, but Mojo seemed ready for a walk. She got his leash and headed out to the park.
Her parents had bought Mojo for April when she turned nine. He'd slept in her bed until moving to the floor by her door. There was never any doubt that he belonged to April. She made sure he was fed, took him to the park to run around with other dogs, and when there were no other dogs, they ran around together, wrestling in the grass. They were inseparable.
When April and Mojo got back to the house, her parents were back from work and had already carried their luggage out to the car. Mojo went into the living room and sat on the carpet, looking very alert. April's mother gave her a hug.
“Now remember, if anyone comes by you're not to open the door.”
“I remember, mom.” April replied, giving her father a hug.
“We'll miss you, pumpkin.” Her father said, holding her close.
“It's only a few days, dad.” Laughed April.
She waved them goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway. She watched as they got to the end of the street, turned the corner, and disappeared from sight. April want back inside and locked the door. It was time to get out of her school clothes.
April headed upstairs to her room. The stairs creaked beneath her feet. She paused at the top of the stairs, relishing the emptiness of the house. She felt so grown up. It was thrilling, and a little scary. She entered her room and checked her reflection in the mirror above her dresser. Her light brown hair was held back from her oval face in a ponytail. A few wispy strands had broken free to play across her lightly freckled cheeks. She twitched her little nose and squinted her big, brown eyes. She definitely didn't look grown up, all five feet and ninety pounds of her. Her face was still childish, her budding breast hidden in their training bra beneath her blouse. She was just starting to grow a few wispy hairs between her legs, so she guessed she must be getting older.
April slid open the top drawer on her dresser and fumbled in it for a change of panties. Finding one, she closed the drawer and opened the second drawer down, looking for her shorts. A heavy weight landed on her back, knocking her forward, her head smacking into the mirror which shattered as she slumped to the floor.
When April came to she was lying face down on the floor, her head pounding. Something wet and hairy was pushing under her stomach. It was Mojo. “Good boy, Mojo.” She muttered. She started to roll over but Mojo slammed a paw down on her back, snarling. April was shocked. She had never heard him snarl before. She began to tremble.
“Bad Mojo, let me up Mojo.” She tried to sound stern, her voice quaking. Mojo removed his paw from her back and nipped at her left buttock. April yelped, pushing herself up on her hands and knees. She started to craw away, her head swimming. Mojo seized her ponytail with his jaws and yanked her head back, pulling a few strands out by their roots in the process. April's vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears.
She tried to stand up. Mojo growled. She started to lie down. Mojo growled. She stayed perfectly still. Mojo let go of her hair with a happy bark. She heard him rustling around behind her, then felt him grasp the hem of her skirt and tug. Mojo tore at the fabric with his fangs, shaking his head side to side as though he were ripping apart one of his chew toys.
His fangs. April had always thought he had teeth. Fangs. It was the clearest thought in her head. Fangs ripping at her, tearing away her flesh. A tear slid down her cheek. Then another. What had happened to her dog? The one she'd played with since he was a puppy?
Her skirt hung from her waist in tatters. Mojo's fangs snapped at the elastic band on her cotton panties, ripping them from her. April let out another yelp, her muscles straining to keep her in place as her panties dug into her skin before tearing free of her body.
A light breeze played through the sparse wisps of hair around her cleft. Her face was burning, wet with tears. “Please Mojo, let me go.” April pleaded. She felt Mojo's rough, wet tongue lick the full length of her crotch. Of their own accord her legs clamped together. Mojo didn't growl this time. His fangs closed on her left thigh, piercing the skin, digging into her flesh. Aprils mouth opened in a silent howl. Her eyes were wide, unseeing. Her arms failed and she fell forward, her face and chest flopping on the floor. He had bit her. Her own dog. Her closest friend in the world. He was going to eat her.
Mojo released her thigh and waited a moment, watching her intently. When Mojo didn't continue to tear into her flesh, April slowly raise herself back up on her hands and knees, her thighs apart. When she felt Mojo's nose press into her thigh, she spread them further apart. Mojo let out another happy, encouraging bark.
Mojo licked briefly at the blood leaking down her thigh before turning his attention back to her crotch. He started with little licks around her clit, then broad ones along the length of her little slit. He was persistent and April felt herself moisten, her lips parting slightly. She hung her head in shame. Mojo's tongue slid in between her lips, parting them further, digging in deeper. “Please no, Mojo, bad dog, please don't.” April wept.
Mojo withdrew his tongue and, back claws scrabbling at the floor, slid up onto her back, his front claws scratching at her sides. April felt his furry under belly warm along her back. His weight pushing down on her, her arms threatening to buckle. After a moment of scrabbling, Mojo hooked his front legs over April's shoulders.
April felt his penis, hard and damp, poking at her. She hyperventilated. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Mojo began to hunch his hips, driving his cock into her buttocks, then the soft skin of her inner thigh, and finally, between her slightly parted lips. Mojo became still, his cock nestled between her nether lips, pressing lightly against her hymen. His mouth near Aprils ear, his panting filling her world. “Mojo, please...” She whispered.
Then, suddenly, with a sharp pinch her hymen was gone and Mojo was humping into her at breakneck speed. April squealed in pain. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts as he worked himself deeper into her narrow passage. She could feel him, wide, stretching her, pushing deeper. She ached, muscles she never knew she had, deep inside her, throbbed. Now clamping, painfully, down on the intruding cock, now releasing.
April couldn't think. Not a single thought. Her world was centered on the cock, thrusting deep inside her. She felt something banging against her entrance. Mojo's knot. It squeezed inside her and she almost passed out. Mojo's cock bumped up against her cervix, April convulsed in pain. The first blast of cum splashed against her cervix. Then the second. The third. She stared dumbly at the wall, her soft little stomach distending slightly, Mojo's drool dripping down her neck.
Mojo's cock stopped twitching, stopped pumping her full of sperm, but they stayed connected by his knot. After a few moments, Mojo began to gnaw absentmindedly at April's blouse. When that was shredded Mojo went to work on her her training bra which joined it on the floor. Finally his cock softened and slipped free. Mojo curled up on the floor, licking his cock clean before dozing off.
April bandaged her thigh with the remains of her skirt. She thought about getting dressed. She thought about escaping. Then her blood loss and mental strain caught up with her. She collapsed, unconscious, on the floor.
April awoke to Mojo licking her face. It was dark outside her window. Mojo barked. April got on her hands and knees. When her barked again she spread her thighs. He licked her red, sperm encrusted slit a few times. The he was on top of her, inside her, filling her. She was so sore. She whimpered as he humped away at her. But there was something else, besides the pain. A faint rhythm which grew in strength. It had an urgency to it. April's hips began to twitch.
It was morning. April lay sprawled on the floor, Mojo's semen leaking from her in a sticky puddle. He was sleeping in the corner. Gingerly, April got to her feet and, her heart in her throat, quietly left the room and headed downstairs. She didn't know what to do. Should she just leave the house? Should she call the police? April picked up the phone and began to dial. She stopped. What was she going to tell them? What would people think? Fucked by her dog. She shuddered. She had been fucked by her dog. April sat at the kitchen table, hugging herself and silently crying.
She heard a creak from the stairway. Mojo was coming for her. She stood up, trying to think where she could go, then bolted for the front door. Before she was halfway there Mojo was on top of her, his front paws colliding with her heals, sending her sprawling. He stood above her, snapping and snarling. Quickly, April raised herself up on all fours, head down. Mojo mounted her there, three feet from the front door and freedom. As wave after wave of pleasure and pain coursed through her body, April heard herself begin to moan.
Someone was knocking at the door. April bit her tongue to stifle her moans. Whoever it was, they couldn't see her like this. More knocking. It was Bob. He was calling her name. Finally he gave up, and April heard his footsteps receding into the distance. She whimpered.
When he was finished, Mojo took her ragged ponytail in his jaw and dragged her after him, back up the stairs and into her room. April soon lost track of the number of times he took her. She was sticky, sweaty, her slender hips and lithe little back a mess of scratches. Throughout the day and into the night, Mojo mounted her again and again. Knotted her, again and again. Filled her with his sperm, again and again. Each time he fucked her, April felt a part of her slip away, until she wasn't a human being anymore but an animal, feeling only pleasure and pain.
April awoke the next morning to Mojo licking her ear. After their last fuck they had dozed off, curled up together on the floor. Quickly, she got on her hands and knees, her thighs spread, her little cunt gaping and ready. Instead of mounting her, Mojo sat down in front of her, staring intently into her eyes. After a moments hesitation, April reached out and undid his collar. She slipped it around her own neck, fastening it tight. Then she got back on all fours, presenting herself. It had taken her months to train Mojo when he was a puppy. He had her trained in a day and a half.
Mojo mounted her. His cock filling her. April trembled as a deep pleasure, originating in her belly, coursed through her body. Her hips began to roll, welcoming his knot. It entered her and filled her world. They panted together, heavily, to the rhythm of their copulation. As his cock twitched inside her, filling her once more with his sperm, April let out little mewing cries, her toes curling and unfurling, curling and unfurling with the pulsing in her womb.
Afterward, April followed Mojo as he headed downstairs. When he paused at the back door April opened it and together they headed into the backyard. As Mojo headed for the woods behind the house, April freed the remains of her hair from her ponytail and, wearing nothing but her collar and the bandage on her thigh, followed him into the woods.
He trotted happily through the woods, his bitch following obediently behind him. He noticed a new smell to her. In two months she would give birth to his young. As they arrived in a clearing, he barked a command at his bitch. She presented herself. She was a well trained little bitch. Very tight, he thought as he mounted her, asserting his dominance. There was a cave he knew of, secret and hidden. The perfect place to raise his puppies.