Forever Home, Part 8 (Patreon)

The moment she is done draining my balls Pip suddenly pops up onto her knees, hands on my chest and shoulder as she stares at me expectantly with a big smile and tail wagging. “So?”

I gulp down a breath, still reeling from the orgasm. “So?”

“How was your first blowjob? Did you like it?”

I melt back into the sofa. “Sooooo good!”

“Ha ha ha! Right?” She shakes me. “Aren’t they the best? I can’t wait for my turn.”

“Uh…” She crawls onto my lap and straddles me, her hot, wet pussy pressing against my slobber soaked slumping manhood as her way bigger cock and balls eclipse it out of sight. Grabbing my head she pulls me closer then starts twisting her body back and forth to batter me from both sides with her big tits! Boob to the right of me, boob to the left, my face is bopped again and again by her slapping mammaries. “Ha ha ha! What are you doing!?”

“Making you smile.” She giggles then presses her tits together and crushes them both into my grinning face. “Boob attack!”

“Mmmmph!” I ‘struggle’ as she smothers me with her big, beautiful tits. I nuzzle into them, licking and sucking the supple flesh. “Ha ha ha! You are wild!”

“Nope.” She points at her collar. “Totally domesticated. Rrruff!”

Sitting back I take over playing with her breasts, which she absolutely loves. My every look and touch was like a fresh joy to her. She sits up tall, back arched and chest out, as I fondle her and suck at her breasts. I don’t know why, but I never expected sex to be this…joyful and playful. I had always imagined it to be serious business full of deep feelings and sweeping romance. But, with Pip at least, I was learning that it could be FUN! It didn’t need to be intimidating or weird or stressful at all, if you had the right partner.

“Wait until you see them bounce when I am riding you. These puppies really get going!”

“Oh my God.” I bury my face in her bosom as I laugh. “You are too much!”

“I am?” She says, suddenly concerned.

“In a good way.”

“Oh! Ha!” She flops down onto me and nuzzles into my neck. As I hold her with one arm and pet her soft ears she snuffles and makes these happy little dog-woman noises as she licks and sniffs at my neck. “You’re laugh is amazing, by the way.”

“My laugh?” I chuckle. “Why…thank you. Nobody’s ever mentioned it.”

“You smell nice.”

“Stop!”

“What?”

I tousle her ears and hair. “You don’t have to keep complimenting me.”

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to!” She sits up again and licks my face. “Now say something nice about me.” Her brown eyes widen and her smile grows as she waits.

“You…are…” I pause as I think of something. As she stares at me, excitedly waiting, the afternoon sun lights her from behind to make her golden hair glow like a halo. Real live angels on earth, my mom had called her breed. In those adoring eyes, in that trusting smile, in the pure spirit that shone through everything that she did, I saw the truth in those words. Brushing her bangs to the side I whisper. “…a ray of sunshine through the gray clouds.”

“Ohhh, you’re a poet!” She says, leaning into my touch. “I’m glad I could brighten my gloomy guy.”

Laying her hands on my chest, the subtle pads on her palms and fingers giving a tactile clue that she wasn’t human, she continues just staring at me like I was her source of life and joy. As I look at her gazing at me so adoringly a deeper realization hits me. It wasn’t just those pads and ears and tail and tongue that set her apart. Despite her mature intelligence and appearance Pip was NOT simply a human with some canine features. For the first time I truly appreciate that what distinguished anthros from us most of all wasn’t their physical traits, it was their spirits.

The bond I felt growing between us was beyond mere friendship yet something completely distinct from romantic love. I felt a responsibility for her yet there were no paternal instincts at play. My growing love for her, and it was a type of love I had no doubt, was not that of a father. She wasn’t family like Mom was, yet she was now a part of my life in a deep and abiding way not unlike familial bonds. I realize that she would never be my true life partner, my wife, or even girlfriend. Human to human correlations just didn’t come into play here. This was on a different level. This was simpler. Purer. A boy and his dog. A bond as old as time. A precious connection of souls with none of complications of turbulent human nuances. In those brown eyes I saw a loyal best friend who would never betray me, never doubt me, never judge me or reject me, and always, ALWAYS, be at my side through thick and thin until the day one of us left this earth. That revelation was humbling and liberating at once.

“Say something else.” She prods my cheek with her nose. “Say I’m pretty.”

“You are pretty, Pip.” My smile warms and grows. “The prettiest pooch I ever saw.”

“He he he!” Her grin just SHONE with pride. “Sexy too?”

“So sexy!” I say. “And smart and uplifting and wonderful. You are my favorite and I love you very much.”

“MMMM!” She practically bursts with happiness, her dog tail slapping back and forth like a windshield wiper across my thighs. Taking my hand she puts it back on her head to have me pet her again. “I love you too, Theo! I LOVE YOU! RRRUFFF!!!”

“Ha ha ha!”

My heart grows inside of me. While I knew this wasn’t the love of soul-mated lovers it was something just as precious. Roland had said it would be the best five hundred dollars I ever spent, little could I know then how true those words would be. In Pip I had found infinite happiness. You simply could not put a price tag on that.

“I’m not quite hungry yet.” She says, a twinkle in her eyes once more. “Can we keep cuddling?”

With a chuckle I rub her silky ears and say. “Sure, Pip. We can keep cuddling.”

Part 9