Author: norelpref
Title: Mojo's Bitch
Summary: Dog claims his young, human bitch.
Keywords: f, best, preg, nc, ped, viol, fant



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.


  
Mojo's Bitch