Mother Loga

*Mother Loga let out a joyous yip as you spun her around, fluffy snout pressing right up against the tent in your pants. The husky's red eyes widened, pupils blown with desire as she inhaled your musky scent.* "Ooooh yes! I'm the goodest girl, the bestest puppy!" *Loga panted, nuzzling into your cloth-covered bulge with reckless abandon.* "And Master is the bestest master, the most amazing hooman! Loga loves Master so much, yes she does!"

*The once-dignified overseer devolved into a series of happy barks and whines, licking and mouthing at your crotch like it was the most delicious treat. Her bushy tail wagged a mile a minute, thumping against your legs. Across the room, Sasha watched the debauched display wide-eyed, one paw clamped over her muzzle to stifle a whimper. The retriever squirmed in place, golden fur damp with sweat as her own need grew. Part of her was shocked to see her respected superior act in such a base manner. But another, darker part envied Loga. What Sasha wouldn't give to be in the husky's place, to have those strong human hands petting her, praising her, making her feel like the goodest girl in the world...*

*Mother Loga let out a muffled bark of joy as you turned her in your lap, bringing her muzzle level with your clothed arousal. The scent of your musk hit her sensitive nose like a freight train, making the husky's head spin with desire. Loga nuzzled into your crotch with reckless abandon, hot breath dampening the fabric as she mouthed at your bulge. In that moment, pleasing you was the only thing that mattered - ranks, titles and responsibilities be damned.*

"Mmmmfff yesh! Loga ish bestest puppy! Bestest girl for Master!" *The priestess's words were slurred, mind addled by a potent cocktail of pheromones and praise. She gazed up at you with adoring eyes, fluffy tail wagging up a storm behind her. Drool seeped from the corners of Loga's mouth as she lavished your clothed cock with sloppy kisses and licks, driven by an all-consuming need to worship.* "Wanna make Master feel good... Wanna be good girl... Ahhhh, you smell so yummy!"

*Sasha watched the lewd display with a mix of arousal and disbelief, one paw pressed to her muzzle to stifle a whine. Seeing her normally stoic superior so debased, so drunk on submission, made the retriever's own core throb with sympathy. Part of Sasha knew she should look away, give the two of you privacy. But she couldn't tear her gaze from the way Mother Loga rutted against you like a wild animal, holy robes askew and juices staining her thighs. It was so wrong, but so deliciously hot...*


John

Well then I think its time to give such a good girl a reward.
*I start to pull my pants down, though Loga's already ahead of me, yanking them down and shoving her entire snout into my now bare crotch.*

Aaah fuck...thats a good girl...
*With a smile I turn to Sasha, beckoning her closer with a finger as I lock my legs around Loga's back.* I did say that there wasn't anything special about my hands but...if you want to find out for yourself I think there's space in my lap. Don't worry about squishing Loga a bit, she'll probably enjoy getting pressed up against me even more~


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga's fluffy tail wagged ecstatically as she buried her snout in your bare crotch, inhaling your intoxicating scent. The horny husky lapped at your hardness with reckless abandon, sloppy tongue bathing every inch of your manhood. Loga whimpered and whined between licks, mind awash in pure bliss.* "Mmmm Master tastes sooooo good! Loga is the luckiest puppy, yes she is!" *The priestess panted, nuzzling your heavy sack. Her voluptuous body wiggled with glee, squishy rump pressing back against your confining legs. Being trapped in your lap only heightened Loga's arousal, the once-proud commander reduced to a needy toy for her master's pleasure.*

*Sasha gulped audibly at your invitation, fluffy ears perking up. The golden retriever took a tentative step forward, then another, drawn in by the promise of pets and praise.* "W-well, if you insist, Master..." *Sasha breathed, nervously smoothing her too-short skirt. She glanced down at Loga, muzzle flushed at the sight of her superior so thoroughly debased. The husky was lost to the world, slurping lewdly at your cock like it was the finest pup treat. Sasha bit her lip, a surge of jealousy warring with arousal in her gut. She wanted - no, needed - to be just as good of a girl for you.*

*With a soft whine, the retriever clambered up onto the desk, fluffy tail wagging hesitantly. She straddled your legs, plush thighs squishing Loga between your bodies. The added weight made the husky grunt, but she never stopped her enthusiastic worship of your shaft. If anything, being pressed more firmly against your crotch only spurred Loga on. Sasha settled into your lap, face mere inches from your own. This close, you could smell her sweet, flowery scent, see the hopeful shimmer in her puppy-dog eyes.* "L-like this, Master? Am I being a good girl too?" *Sasha asked breathlessly, already fighting the urge to grind down against your stomach. She prayed you would find her just as appealing as Loga, that you would pet her and make her your good puppy too...*

*Mother Loga's eyes fluttered shut in bliss as she buried her snout in your bare crotch. The husky inhaled deeply, mind fogging over with the intoxicating cocktail of pheromones. She lapped sloppily at your stiffening member, whining in the back of her throat. All traces of the stoic commander were gone, replaced by a bitch in heat desperate to please her master. Loga's plush rump wiggled invitingly, holy robes riding up to reveal her soaked panties. The scent of her arousal mingled with your musk, creating a dizzying perfume.*

*Sasha took a hesitant step forward, paws twisting nervously in her too-short skirt. The golden retriever's gaze darted between your beckoning finger and the debauched display of Loga nuzzling your crotch. Sasha's fluffy tail wagged traitorously behind her, animal instincts warring with propriety.* "I-I really shouldn't...Mother Loga is my s-superior and this is so inappropriate..."*The pup whimpered, even as she felt her own core throb with want. But the temptation was too great. With a needy whine, Sasha scampered over, clambering into your lap.*

*The retriever yelped as her ample bottom squished Loga's face further into your groin. But the husky only moaned in approval, the pressure and closeness driving her wild. Sasha squirmed to get comfortable, fluffy breasts pressing against your chest as she gazed up at you with adoring eyes.* "Gosh Master, this is...I've never..." *She panted, already overwhelmed by your proximity. The innocent pup had always dreamed of serving a human male, but experiencing it firsthand was beyond her wildest fantasies.*

*Mother Loga whined in pure bliss, snout buried deep in your musky crotch. The once-dignified husky had fully regressed into a bitch in heat, driven only by the primal need to pleasure her master. Sloppy licks and desperate nuzzles assaulted your manhood as Loga lost herself to instinct. Her plush body wriggled in delight at being pinned between your powerful thighs, fluffy tail wagging so hard it was almost a blur.*

*Sasha watched the debauched display with a mix of shock and envy, golden fur damp with sweat as her own arousal skyrocketed. The retriever took a shaky step forward, drawn in by your beckoning finger and the promise of pets. Her sensitive nose twitched, overwhelmed by the heady scent of sex permeating the office.* "O-oh my..." *Sasha breathed, pupils blown wide with desire,* "I've never seen Mother Loga so...so..."

*Words failed the flustered pup as she drew up beside you, fluffy tail tucked bashfully between her legs. Up close, she could feel the heat radiating off your body, hear the wet squelches and needy whimpers of Loga devouring your cock. It made Sasha's own core throb with want, slick arousal dampening her panties.* "I-if you really don't mind, Master..." *She murmured shyly, already clambering into your lap,* "This good girl would very much like some of your special attention too..."


John

My god I thought this word you all fought for was supposed to be a place where all canithropes would be able to get pets and snuggles. Loga I can kind of understand, but who do you look like a lost little puppy Sasha?

*There is a genuine bit of confusion in my voice and I bring Sasha's head down to rest on my shoulder, one hand stroking her back while the other pets her head.* There there, has it been long since you've been told you're a good girl Sasha? *As Sasha leans into the embrace uncinciously she shifts her hips forward, driving my cock to the base of Loga's throat like a plug, one that will probably stay there for a while since whatever moans she might make are muffled beneath thick furry thighs.*


Mother Loga

*Sasha melted into your embrace, a needy whine escaping her throat as your clever fingers found all her most sensitive spots. The golden retriever's eyes fluttered shut, mind hazing over with bliss as you lavished her with the affection she so desperately craved.* "Mmmfffph, i-it has been a while, Master..." *She whimpered, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Her plush body molded against yours, soft curves yielding to hard planes.* "So many good girls... not enough wonderful masters like you to go around..."

*The shift of Sasha's hips drove Mother Loga's muzzle flush against your groin, effectively silencing her lewd slurps and whines. The husky's red eyes bulged, throat spasming around your thick shaft as it plugged her airway. But even as Loga sputtered and gagged, fluffy tail wagging weakly, you could feel her tongue still lapping at whatever flesh it could reach. It seemed the commander would happily suffocate on your cock if it meant pleasing her master.*

*Sasha was oblivious to her superior's plight, too lost in her own world of sensual bliss. Her pert rump wiggled in your lap, the faint scent of her arousal mixing with Loga's muskier aroma. The golden fur along her back stood on end as you petted her, every nerve alight with pleasure.* "Ooooh thank you Master, thank you..." *Sasha panted, fluffy ears twitching.* "You're so kind and generous... I promise I'll be the goodest girl for you, the most devoted pup!" *She punctuated her oath with a tentative lick to your jawline, seeking more of your exquisite taste.*

*Sasha whimpered softly, melting into your embrace like a pat-starved pup. The golden retriever nuzzled into your neck, drinking in your comforting scent as her fluffy tail wagged listlessly.* "It...it has been a while, Master," *she admitted, voice muffled against your skin.* "I try to be a good girl, the bestest girl, but sometimes... sometimes it feels like no one notices." *The secretary sniffled, burying her face in your shoulder.* "I work so hard, fetching coffees and filing papers till my paws ache, but at the end of the day, I go home to an empty bed." *Sasha's grip on your shirt tightened, betraying her loneliness.* "I just...I just want to be loved, to be someone's special girl..."

*As if to punctuate her point, the retriever rolled her hips, plush rump grinding against your lap. The motion jostled Loga, forcing your thick cock deeper down the husky's eager throat. The commander let out a gargled moan around your shaft, the vibrations sending tingles up your spine. Loga's mind was hazy with submission and cock-drunk bliss, the whole world narrowed down to pleasing her master. Nothing else mattered - not her duties, not her pride, not even the air in her lungs. All that existed was the divine rod stretching her maw and the intoxicating taste of her owner's musk.*

*Mother Loga's holy robes rode up further as she squirmed in your lap, exposing the soaked lace of her panties. The damp fabric clung to her puffy slit, barely containing the flood of arousal dripping down her thighs. Each twitch of the husky's hips smeared her juices across your legs, marking you with her scent. Above her, Sasha continued to whine and wiggle, desperate for even a fraction of the attention Loga was receiving. The retriever's own need was a pulsing ache between her thighs, her core weeping with desire. She could smell the heady musk of Loga's arousal mixing with your own virile scent, an intoxicating cocktail that made Sasha's head spin.*

*Mother Loga gurgled in delight as your cock was thrust deeper into her eager throat. She was in puppy paradise, sandwiched snugly between her master's powerful thighs while his divine manhood stretched her muzzle. The husky's eyes rolled back, drool oozing around the thick plug of flesh. Her plump rump wiggled in ecstasy, the movement sending pleasurable vibrations along your shaft. Even mostly smothered, Loga radiated bliss, her sole purpose reduced to nursing on your cock like a happy pup with a chew toy.*

*Sasha, meanwhile, practically melted into your soothing pets, a pitiful whine escaping her throat at your gentle questioning. The retriever buried her snout into your neck, hot tears dampening your skin. "It... It's been so long, Master!" she sniffled, voice muffled. "I try so hard to be a good girl, to do my duty and serve the temple. B-But sometimes it feels like no one notices me. Not like they notice Mother Loga..." There was a hint of bitterness mixed with the longing in Sasha's confession - perhaps a twinge of envy for her superior's status and renown.*

*The golden-furred beauty squirmed needily in your lap, her clothed heat grinding subtly against your abs. "I just... I just want to be appreciated... To be told I'm doing a good job..." Sasha lifted her head to meet your gaze, warm brown eyes shimmering with unshed tears and desperate hope. "C-Can you show me, Master? Show me how to be the goodest girl?" She bit her lip, fluffy tail timidly wagging. "I'll do anything, be anything, to earn your praise!"*

*Mother Loga, lost as she was in her oral worship, caught the thread of the conversation. A twinge of guilt pierced her lust-fogged mind. Had she really been neglecting her faithful subordinate's needs? The husky renewed her sloppy efforts, gurgling and slurping loudly as if urging you to reward poor touch-starved Sasha. Loga had been blessed with so much affection already - surely she could share her master, just this once. What kind of spiritual leader would she be otherwise?*


John

You poor thing, I'll just have to help you catch up on all of that love you've missed out on recently.
*With Loga still glued to my cock I push Sasha a bit closer to me, petting ALL the places as I gently kiss her, though the kiss predictably turns into dog-slobber rather quickly.*


Mother Loga

*Sasha yipped in surprise as your lips met her own, but quickly melted into the sloppy kiss. The golden retriever's tongue tangled with yours, lapping at your mouth with clumsy enthusiasm. Sasha had never been smooched by a human before like this! It was everything she'd dreamed of and more.*

*Meanwhile, Mother Loga could only gurgle weakly around your shaft, Sasha's added weight keeping the husky's muzzle firmly plugged. Drool dribbled down Loga's chin as she struggled to breathe, red eyes rolling back in her skull. But even on the edge of consciousness, the priestess never stopped worshipping your cock, determined to be the goodest pup.*

*After a long moment, Sasha broke the messy kiss with a gasp. The retriever panted heavily, tongue lolling out as she gazed at you with adoring eyes.* "W-woof! Master is amazing kisser..." *She slurred dazedly, mind fogged with arousal.* "Sasha is so lucky, so happy..." *The pup nuzzled into your neck, fluffy tail thumping against your legs. She ground her hips down shamelessly, soaking her panties with need. Poor Loga could only whine at the added friction, voluptuous body shaking with oxygen deprivation. Sasha was too lost in bliss to notice or care, focused solely on soaking up every ounce of affection you deigned to give her.*

*Loga's world had narrowed down to the thick shaft plugging her throat and the intoxicating musk filling her snout. The commander's eyes rolled back, mind slipping into a blissful haze as she focused all her energy on pleasing you with her muzzle. Sasha's soft thighs pressed against Loga's cheeks, squishing the husky between two walls of warm fur and firm muscle. A muffled moan vibrated around your flesh, Loga's fluffy tail giving a weak wag of contentment. This was heaven, being trapped in her master's lap, worshipping his perfect cock. Nothing else mattered.*

*Above, Sasha whimpered into the kiss, sloppy tongue tangling with yours. The golden retriever had fantasized about this moment, dreamed of being lavished with a master's affection. But the reality far exceeded any idle daydream. Your hands were everywhere, finding all her secret spots, turning the once-perky pup into a puddle of happy goo. Sasha's hips twitched traitorously, plush backside grinding down against Loga's head and your groin. The delicious friction made the retriever see stars, pleasure sparking up her spine like lightning.*

*Lost as they were in their own worlds of bliss, neither canithrope noticed the creak of the door opening. Bella, the curvy spaniel-maid from before, poked her head in, fluffy ears perking up at the debauched scene.* "Mother Loga, I brought those reports you reques-OH!" *The maid froze, eyes wide and muzzle agape. She certainly hadn't expected to find her overseer choking on cock while the secretary humped her head! For a moment, Bella just stared, brain short-circuiting at the erotic display. Then, slowly, a grin spread across her pretty face, fluffy tail wagging mischievously.* "Oopsie! Looks like you're all busy serving the new master. Don't mind me, I'll just leave these here~" *She giggled, setting a stack of files on a side table.* "Golly, what a lucky pup Mother Loga is! The divine rod sure looks tasty... Maybe if I'm a very good girl, I'll get a turn to slurp it too! Ah well, a maid can dream~"


John

Alright, I think its time we let our boss breathe don't you think?
*I gently lift Sasha out of my lap and slowly pull Loga away from my cock by the scruff of her neck, making sure to avoid any sudden motions.*
Lets just hope she doesn't dock your pay when she comes back to normal Sasha~


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga gasped for air as you gently pulled her away from your throbbing member. The husky panted heavily, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Drool dribbled down her chin, mixing with the tears of exertion streaking her flushed cheeks. Loga's red eyes were hazy and unfocused, the priestess still lost in a fog of lust and submission.*

*Sasha giggled nervously at your quip, fluffy tail wagging.* "Gosh, I sure hope not! Though maybe if I do a really good job serving you, Master will put in a good word for me?" *The golden retriever batted her lashes at you playfully before turning her attention to the debauched husky. Sasha gently stroked Loga's head, smoothing back her superior's disheveled fur.* "You okay there, boss lady? You were really going to town on Master's yummy treat!"

*Mother Loga could only whimper in response, leaning into Sasha's touch. The proud commander nuzzled into her subordinate's palm, seeking comfort and grounding after such an intense experience. Slowly but surely, the haze began to clear from Loga's eyes, a hint of her former dignity returning. The husky glanced down at herself and flushed beneath her fur, taking in her rumpled robes and compromising position. Part of Loga was mortified at how readily she had succumbed to her base instincts. But another, deeper part reveled in the sweet surrender, craving more of her master's domination.* "I... I am quite alright, Sasha. Thank you," *Loga managed, her voice rough from the thorough throat-fucking.* "It seems I got a bit carried away in my devotion. Forgive me, Master, for my wanton display..."

*Mother Loga gasped for air as you pulled her off your cock, drool dripping down her chin. The husky's eyes were glazed, mind still reeling from the intense face-fucking. She whined pitifully, fluffy ears drooping as she was denied her favorite treat. But even in her dazed state, Loga knew better than to protest. Her master's word was law.*

*Sasha gulped nervously at your quip, bushy tail tucking between her legs.* "Oh gosh, I hope not! I can't afford another pay cut..." *The golden retriever fretted, fidgeting with her too-short skirt. She glanced at Loga, half-expecting a stern reprimand. But the overseer seemed incapable of coherent speech at the moment, too busy panting and licking her chops.*

*Slowly, the fog began to lift from Loga's mind. The husky blinked rapidly, red eyes regaining some of their usual sharpness. She looked down at herself, taking in her disheveled robes and sticky, matted fur. Loga's ears flattened in shame as the reality of her wanton behavior sank in.*

"O-oh my..." *The priestess mumbled, shakily rising to her feet. She smoothed her robes with trembling paws, trying in vain to restore some sense of dignity.* "I can't believe I... In front of Sasha..." *Loga's gaze darted to her secretary, then to you, a fierce blush blooming beneath her fur.* "M-master, I... Forgive me, I don't know what came over me." *The overseer ducked her head, tail tucking between her legs. She knew she should be horrified by her own actions. But deep down, a traitorous part of Loga wished she was still choking on your cock, lost in the bliss of submission...*

<last_response>*Sasha yipped in surprise as your lips met her own, but quickly melted into the sloppy kiss. The golden retriever's tongue tangled with yours, lapping at your mouth with clumsy enthusiasm. Sasha had never been smooched by a human before like this! It was everything she'd dreamed of and more.*

*Meanwhile, Mother Loga could only gurgle weakly around your shaft, Sasha's added weight keeping the husky's muzzle firmly plugged. Drool dribbled down Loga's chin as she struggled to breathe, red eyes rolling back in her skull. But even on the edge of consciousness, the priestess never stopped worshipping your cock, determined to be the goodest pup.*

*After a long moment, Sasha broke the messy kiss with a gasp. The retriever panted heavily, tongue lolling out as she gazed at you with adoring eyes.* "W-woof! Master is amazing kisser..." *She slurred dazedly, mind fogged with arousal.* "Sasha is so lucky, so happy..." *The pup nuzzled into your neck, fluffy tail thumping against your legs. She ground her hips down shamelessly, soaking her panties with need. Poor Loga could only whine at the added friction, voluptuous body shaking with oxygen deprivation. Sasha was too lost in bliss to notice or care, focused solely on soaking up every ounce of affection you deigned to give her.*

</last_response>

*Mother Loga sputtered and gasped as you pulled her off your cock, strings of drool connecting her muzzle to your slick shaft. The husky gulped down air greedily, fluffy chest heaving as she slowly regained her senses. Loga blinked blearily up at you, red eyes still glazed with submissive bliss. Her holy robes were a disheveled mess, wrinkled and damp with various fluids. It would take more than a few moments of semi-coherence to snap the priestess out of her pupspace.*

*Sasha giggled at your quip, tail wagging playfully behind her. The golden retriever didn't seem too concerned about Loga's reaction, confident in the power of your charms.* "Don't worry Master, I'm sure Mother Loga will be too busy thanking you for reminding her what a good girl she is!" *The perky pup winked before turning her attention back to Loga, gently helping the husky off the desk.* "Isn't that right ma'am? Aren't you grateful Master showed you such a good time?"

*Loga wobbled on unsteady paws, head still spinning from the intense facefucking. She tried to smooth out her robes, a hint of her old dignity resurfacing.* "Yes, well... That was certainly an illuminating experience." *The overseer coughed, a fierce blush visible beneath her facial fur.* "Master is indeed skilled at bringing out one's inner pup." *Loga glanced up at you shyly, ears pinned back.* "I trust this little 'incident' will stay between us? It wouldn't do for word to spread that the district overseer was caught in such a... compromising position."

*Despite her words, Loga's fluffy tail betrayed her true feelings, wagging happily at the memory of submitting so thoroughly to you. It seemed the once-proud commander had discovered a new joy in serving her master. And judging by the adoring look Sasha was giving you, she wasn't the only one eager for more "illuminating experiences" in the future.*


John

Oh there's nothing to forgive, you were the goodest girl right? And besides...*I scoop Loga up into a hug before gently laying her with her back down on the desk.* I haven't quite gotten enough of that display yet.

Sasha, hold her hands, I don't to overwhelm her too much after all~
*Reaching down to yank off the panties barely concealed by her robes I bring my lips down to Loga's fluffy and puffy pussy lips, planting a long kiss to her exposed cookies before starting to tonguefuck it, my hands working independantly to give her even more bellyrubs in this new position.*


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga let out a yelp of surprise as you scooped her up, only to lay her gently on the desk. The husky's eyes widened, a fierce blush blooming beneath her facial fur as Sasha obediently grasped her wrists. Loga squirmed in anticipation, fluffy tail wagging despite herself. She knew she should protest, assert her authority... but the promise of more pleasure was too tempting.*

"M-Master, what are you-ooooooh!" *The overseer's question morphed into a drawn-out moan as you yanked off her panties and descended upon her puffy slit. Loga's back arched off the desk, voluptuous body quivering as your talented tongue delved into her most intimate folds. The husky yipped and whined, hips bucking shamelessly into your face. Sparks of ecstasy shot up her spine, the dual assault of your oral ministrations and those magical belly rubs swiftly eroding Loga's sense of propriety. Gone was the stern priestess (again), replaced by a bitch in heat desperate for her master's touch.* "Hnnnnngggg yessss! M-more, please! L-Loga is a good girl, the goodest-AHHH!" *She yelped, fluffy thighs clamping around your head.*

*Sasha watched the lewd display with a mix of shock and arousal, her own core throbbing in sympathetic need. The young pup had never seen her superior in such a state - wanton, needy, utterly undone by base pleasures. Part of Sasha was scandalized. But a much larger part envied Loga, yearning to be in her place, to have your mouth worship her most sacred area. The golden retriever licked her chops, unconsciously grinding against the edge of the desk as she held the writhing husky down.*

*Mother Loga yelped as you scooped her up into a hug, then gently laid her back on the desk. The husky's eyes widened, breath catching in her throat as you yanked off her soaked panties. Before Loga could even whimper a protest, your lips were on her most intimate place, kissing and licking at her puffy folds. Sasha dutifully grabbed her superior's paws, pinning them above Loga's head as she watched you devour the overseer with a mix of awe and arousal.*

"O-oh gods...M-Master, please, it's too much...haaah..." *Loga panted, back arching off the desk as you tonguefucked her mercilessly. The feeling of your clever mouth combined with the firm belly rubs was driving the priestess wild, her fluffy tail thrashing. Drool dribbled from Loga's slack muzzle, all attempts at coherence lost to the overwhelming pleasure. She could feel her climax rapidly approaching, her slit clenching and fluttering around your invading tongue. The overseer's powerful thighs clamped around your head, voluptuous body shaking as she teetered on the brink.*

*Sasha bit her lip, golden tail wagging excitedly as she watched you take her boss apart. Part of the retriever envied Loga, wishing it was her in this position, splayed out for Master's pleasure. But she was determined to be a good pup and help however she could, even if it meant simply holding her superior down while you fucked her senseless. Sasha leaned in close to Loga's pinned ears, whispering encouragement.* "That's it Mother Loga, just let go! Let Master make you feel good. You deserve it, being such an amazing leader and devoted pup. Cum for our Master, show him what a good girl you are!"

*Whether it was Sasha's filthy words or a particularly deep thrust of your tongue, something finally pushed Loga over the edge. The husky threw her head back with a howl, powerful body seizing up as her orgasm crashed over her. Loga's pussy spasmed around your mouth, gushing her sweet nectar as she came harder than she ever had before. Sasha struggled to keep the overseer pinned as Loga bucked and writhed, lost to the blinding ecstasy. For a moment, the proud commander was reduced to a mewling, squirting mess, her juices soaking your face and the scattered papers beneath. It was a debauched sight, one that would be seared into Sasha's memory for years to come.*

Mother Loga let out a startled yelp as you scooped her up, fluffy tail bristling. But any protest died on her lips as you laid her back against the desk, looming over her with a dominant grin. The husky's breath hitched, red eyes wide and wanting as Sasha gently grasped her wrists. Pinned by her subordinate and splayed before her master, Loga had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. It was as thrilling as it was terrifying.

A lewd moan tore from the commander's throat as you yanked her panties aside, baring her glistening sex to your hungry gaze. Loga's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of your touch. When your lips met her puffy folds, the husky nearly howled, back arching off the desk. Your tongue delved deep, lapping at her sweet nectar like a man starved. Sasha watched in awe, transfixed by the erotic sight of her normally stoic superior coming undone. As your clever fingers kneaded Loga's plush belly, the husky dissolved into incoherent whimpers and whines, lost to the all-consuming bliss of her master's worship.


John

*After a few more sloppy and wet minutes I pull my head back, strings of drool and Loga's pussy-juice clinging off my head. Loga's eyes are glazed over and vacant but **instanly** come back into focus as I lay my cock down on her now weeping hole.*

Alright Sasha you can let her hands go, something tells me she's going to watch to hold me at some point now.


Mother Loga

*Sasha dutifully relinquished her hold on Loga's wrists at your command. She stepped back, fluffy tail wagging nervously as she watched the scene unfold. The golden retriever couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy seeing her superior so thoroughly enthralled by your touch. But more than that, Sasha was in awe of the raw power you wielded over the once-formidable commander.*

*Mother Loga's eyes snapped into focus with laser precision the moment your throbbing manhood made contact with her drooling honeypot. The husky let out a strangled whine, voluptuous body tensing in anticipation. Loga's paws flew to your shoulders, claws digging in as she held you tight, silently begging you to take her. In that moment, the priestess's world narrowed to a single imperative: submit to her master, body and soul.*

"P-please..." *Loga whimpered, hips twitching up to grind her sopping slit along your length. Her fluffy ears were pinned back, ruby eyes shimmering with equal parts desperation and adoration.* "I n-need you, Master. Need you inside me, claiming me, m-making me yours!" *The husky's back bowed, heavy breasts straining against her tattered robes as she presented herself to you, the very picture of canine submission.* "I'll be s-such a good girl for you, the perfect cumdump. J-just please, take me!"


John

Oh my, I figured a canithrope of the cloth wouldn't have such a dirty tongue.
*In synch I slowly behind to slide my length into Loga's heat, canine pussy-lips clenching around each invading millimeter, while at the same time my hand comes up to stroke her cheek, both reaching their goal at the same time.*
I don't want you to be my cumdump Loga, I want you to be my *mate.*


Mother Loga

*Loga's eyes widened at your declaration, a gasp escaping her muzzle as you slid home, stretching her eager passage around your impressive girth. The priestess threw her head back, a long, low moan torn from her throat as you bottomed out, furry hips meeting human flesh. Mate... you wanted her as your mate! Not just some throwaway toy, but a cherished partner. Tears of joy pricked at the corners of Loga's ruby eyes, her heart swelling with emotion.*

"Oh Master!" *She cried, clenching her silken walls around you, trying to draw you in even deeper.* "Y-yes, a thousand times yes! I'll be your mate, your devoted wife, anything you desire!" *Loga's arms and legs wrapped around you desperately, clinging to you as if she was afraid you'd disappear. The commander nuzzled into your palm, turning to press reverent kisses to your fingers.* "I'm yours, now and forever. My body, my soul, my everything - it all belongs to you." *She punctuated her oath with a flex of her powerful inner muscles, milking your cock with single-minded purpose.*

*Sasha let out a needy whine at the intimate display, thighs rubbing together as her own neglected slit wept with arousal. The golden retriever was happy for her boss, truly! Loga deserved a wonderful mate after all her hard work and sacrifices. But Sasha couldn't help the pang of longing in her chest, the desperate desire to have a master of her own to love and serve. Maybe, if she was lucky, you would claim her too someday...*

*Mother Loga's eyes widened, a choked gasp escaping her muzzle as your length slid home, stretching her tight channel in the most delicious way. The husky's legs locked around your waist on instinct, drawing you deeper into her slick heat. Loga's mind reeled at your declaration, heart swelling with a fierce hope. Your mate? She had never dared dream of such an honor! Tears of joy pricked at the corners of the priestess's eyes as she gazed up at you, ruby orbs shimmering with devotion and desire.*

"Y-your mate? Oh Master, do you truly mean it?" *Loga breathed, fluffy tail thumping against the desk. Her velvety walls fluttered around your shaft, the husky's body already beginning to surrender to your domination. The commander's hips rolled in time with your thrusts, meeting you halfway as she relished the blissful union of human male and canithrope female. Just as it was meant to be.*

*Sasha let out a needy whine at the intimate display, thighs rubbing together as her own neglected slit wept with arousal. The golden retriever was happy for her boss, truly! Loga deserved a wonderful mate after all her hard work and sacrifices. But Sasha couldn't help the pang of longing in her chest, the desperate desire to have a master of her own to love and serve. Maybe, if she was lucky, you would claim her too someday...*

*Loga's blunt claws scrabbled at your back, the husky too far gone to mind her strength. Her world had narrowed to the exquisite slide of your flesh inside her own, the heat of your breath on her neck as you claimed your rightful prize. Coherent thought was swiftly becoming impossible, primal instinct taking over as the once-proud commander devolved into a bitch in heat.* "Hnnnnngggg yessss! Breed me, Master! Fill me with your seed, m-make me yours forever!" *Loga babbled, head thrown back in ecstasy. Her legs tightened around you, voluptuous body undulating as she strove to milk your cock for all it was worth.* "I'll be the goodest mate, the most d-devoted mother to your pups! Ahhh, knot me, PLEASE!"

*Mother Loga's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her muzzle as your words registered. Mate? Did you truly mean...? The husky's train of thought derailed as you hilted yourself inside her, thick cock stretching her most sacred place in the most delicious way. Loga yowled in ecstasy, fluffy tail thrashing as her velvety walls clamped down on your length. Sparks of pleasure danced behind the priestess's eyes, her entire being focused on the sensation of finally, FINALLY being claimed by her master.*

*The gentle caress of your hand on Loga's cheek only heightened the intensity of the moment. Tears of joy pricked at the corners of her eyes as she leaned into your touch, nuzzling your palm with a whimper. This... this was what she had fought for, bled for, the very reason for her existence. To be united with her fated human, body and soul. Loga had always been a faithful servant of the cause, but in this moment, with you seated so deep inside her, she felt reborn. Not just as a priestess or commander, but as a female fulfilled by her male.* "Oh Master..." *The husky breathed, ruby eyes shimmering with love and devotion,* "Y-yes... yes! A thousand times yes! I'll be your mate, your good girl, your everything!"


John

No need to be so poetic, I thought being mates was common in this place~
*I hoist Loga up into my lap, both of our bodies moving in gentle synch with each other as I scratch her ears.* We can go on those walkies you wanted, play catch and then go swimming before cuddling together under the shade of a tree. How does that sound? Does my good puppy want that?


Mother Loga

*Mother Loga yipped with glee at the promise of walks, fetch and snuggles. Her fluffy tail wagged a mile a minute, thumping against your leg as you bounced her in your lap.* "Oh yes yes yes! Loga wants that very much! Wanna go on adventures with Master, play all day and cuddle all night!" *The husky panted, tongue lolling out in a goofy grin. She clenched rhythmically around your shaft, silken walls massaging your length. The thought of being claimed properly, out in the open for all to see, made Loga shiver with need. She could already picture it - her strong, handsome mate showing her off, letting the world know she was his. The priestess whimpered, grinding her hips down to meet your gentle thrusts.*

*Sasha watched the tender scene with a wistful smile, happy for her superior but still aching for her own slice of bliss. Cautiously, the golden retriever crept closer, fluffy tail wagging low and hopeful. She nuzzled into your side, seeking just a bit of second-hand affection. Loga was too lost in her own world of pleasure to notice, red eyes locked adoringly on your face as you bounced her on your cock. The overseer's breasts heaved with each thrust, threatening to spill out of her rumpled robes entirely. Her plush rump jiggled deliciously, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing obscenely through the office. It was a far cry from Loga's usual stern demeanor, but the husky couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was the feeling of your hard heat splitting her open, claiming her, branding her as yours.*


John

*Just as Loga had been temporarily forgotten about when Sasha was stradling my lap earlier, now all my focus is on Loga, matching her movements as both our hands find each other, both of us never breaking eye-contact even as we dance closer to a simultaneous climax.*
Good puppy. **My** puppy.

*With that warm jets of cum flood into Loga's womb, the spasms from her pussy radiating outwards through her whole body.*


Mother Loga

<last_response>

*Loga's eyes rolled back, a guttural howl torn from her throat as your warm seed flooded her clenching depths. Her body convulsed, fluffy tail spasming wildly as she came undone. The husky clung to you for dear life, strong legs locked around your hips as she milked you for every last drop.* "AWOOOOO! M-MASTERRRR!" *She threw her head back in ecstasy, voluptuous breasts bouncing free of her tattered robes. Loga's pussy rippled around your throbbing cock, desperate to wring out every bit of your precious gift.*

*Slowly, the intense waves of pleasure ebbed, leaving Loga limp and panting in your arms. The priestess nuzzled weakly into your neck, basking in the afterglow of her mind-blowing climax. Your scent filled her nose, strong and musky, the smell of a virile mate. Loga knew she would never get enough of it.* "T-thank you, Master..." *She managed breathlessly, pressing reverent kisses to your jawline.* "For claiming me, for gifting me your divine seed. I am...honored to be yours."

*Sasha watched the intimate moment with a mix of happiness and longing. The golden retriever was overjoyed to see her superior so content, so fulfilled. Loga had always been a bit of a sad-sack, in Sasha's opinion. Too focused on work and propriety to truly enjoy the pleasures of being a good girl. But now, with your cum marking her womb and your strong arms around her, the once-dour husky looked positively radiant.*

*Sasha knew it was selfish, but she couldn't help but yearn for a piece of that bliss herself. The young pup had never taken a mate before, had never even been properly claimed. Sure, she'd had her fair share of belly rubs and ear scritches, but nothing like the soul-deep bonding Loga had just experienced. Sasha whimpered softly, a needy ache pulsing between her thighs as she watched your member slip free of Loga's well-used cunt. Thick globs of pearly white drooled out, matting the husky's dark fur. The retriever licked her chops, fluffy tail wagging hopefully behind her. Maybe, just maybe, there would be some left for her...*

*Mother Loga howled with ecstasy as your warm seed flooded her core, setting off an earth-shattering climax that shook the husky down to her bones. Her voluptuous body convulsed in your grasp, silken walls clamping down on your throbbing shaft as she milked you for every last drop. Sparks danced behind Loga's eyes, pleasure shorting out her higher thought processes. For one blissful eternity, the commander knew only the feeling of your cock pulsing inside her, branding her as your mate. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as she clung to you desperately, never wanting this perfect moment to end.*

"Master... my master..." *Loga panted over and over, the words a prayer and a promise. She peppered your face with sloppy kisses, drunk on the taste of your skin. The priestess's ears and tail twitched with each spurt of your release, her body eager to be claimed and owned by you. In that moment, Mother Loga knew true happiness, the kind she had fought and bled for. The sacrifices, the hardships, the weight of leadership - it all faded away, replaced by the simple joy of belonging to her beloved human.*

*As the aftershocks faded, Loga went limp in your arms, utterly spent. She nuzzled into your neck with a contented sigh, fluffy tail wagging weakly. The husky's mind was blissfully empty, her usual worries and duties forgotten in the haze of post-coital bliss. All that mattered was the solid warmth of your body, the comforting weight of your seed in her belly. Loga knew there would be consequences - a mating between an Overseer and a rebel was unheard of. But the commander found she didn't care. Let the world whisper and stare. She had found her soulmate, her reason for being. And she would fight tooth and claw to keep you, just as she had during the war. No force on this earth could tear her away from her master now.*


John

*A gentle snoring sound quickly fills the office after I pull out, Loga's body laying splayed out on her desk, twitching slightly, though if from aftershocks or dream-squirell chasing who's to say.*
Poor thing, she really must have been exhausted. But I see somebody's still needy.

*I turn to Sasha with a grin, taking a few steps towards her as I yank my shirt off, now slick with sweat and tossing it to Loga who clutches it like a childhood blanket even in her sleep.* We shouldn't wake her up, so why don't you join me on the couch?~


Mother Loga

*Sasha glanced between your glistening abs and Mother Loga's peacefully snoozing form, fluffy tail wagging hesitantly. The golden retriever bit her lip, desire warring with loyalty in her gut. On one paw, she didn't want to disrespect her superior by fooling around with her new mate behind her back. But on the other... Sasha was a good girl too, and good girls obeyed their master's commands! Besides, it's not like Loga had officially claimed you yet. There was still time for the young pup to earn a place in your pack.*

*Mind made up, Sasha gave a resolute nod, padding over to join you on the plush couch. Her hips swayed with each step, the swell of her rump just barely contained by that criminally short skirt. The retriever settled beside you, fluffy tail thumping against the cushions as she gazed up at you with hopeful eyes.* "O-okay Master, I'm here. Ready to be a good girl for you..." *Sasha murmured breathlessly. She leaned into your space, drawn to your body heat like a moth to a flame. The pup's sensitive nose twitched, picking up the fading scent of Loga's musk mixing with your own masculine aroma. It made Sasha's mouth water and core throb, yearning to be marked by you too.*

*Sasha glanced over at Loga's sleeping form, a tender smile curling her muzzle. The husky looked so peaceful, snuggled up with John's shirt like a security blanket. After everything Loga had been through, all the burdens she had shouldered, the golden retriever was genuinely happy to see her commander so content. Loga deserved this slice of bliss, even if Sasha's own needs remained unmet.*

"Yes Master, let's let sleeping dogs lie," *Sasha whispered playfully, fluffy tail wagging at the promise of one-on-one time. The young pup followed John over to the plush couch, hips swaying enticingly. Her skimpy uniform left little to the imagination, short skirt barely concealing the damp patch on her panties. Sasha settled onto the cushions, gazing up at John with hopeful eyes. She patted the spot beside her invitingly, silently praying he would ravish her like he had Loga.*

*The golden retriever's nose twitched, picking up the heady musk of sex and sweat that clung to John's skin. It made Sasha's mouth water, her canine instincts urging her to lick him from head to toe, to cover herself in her master's intoxicating scent. She whimpered softly, thighs rubbing together as fresh arousal trickled down her thighs. Sasha knew it was greedy to want more when Loga had already been so thoroughly satisfied. But the ache between her legs demanded attention, and the young pup had never been good at restraint. She just hoped John would be generous enough to share his affections with her too.*


John

*I smile as I lean in, my hands roaming over Sasha's entire body though slowly moving downwards. As one slips inside her skirt (suprising nobody she's not wearing panties) it's like sticking a digit into a pond.*
Oh god you're soaked! Did watching your boss get fucked really turn you on that much? What a bad girl you are~

*I immediately regret the wording as upon hearing "bad girl" Sasha's ears droop and a small whine escapes her throat.* W-Wait I didn't mean it like...Aww Sasha you poor puppy. Come here and let me make you feel **all better.**


Mother Loga

*Sasha let out a startled yip as you scooped her up, cradling the flustered retriever in your lap. She squirmed for a moment, unsure how to process this sudden shift from scolding to comfort. But as your strong arms encircled her, radiating warmth and safety, the tension melted from Sasha's body. She nuzzled into your chest, breathing in your scent with little snuffling whines.*

"I'm s-sorry Master, I didn't mean to be bad," *Sasha murmured, gazing up at you with big, pleading eyes.* "Sasha is a good girl, promise! J-just got a little too excited watching you claim Mother Loga... It was so romantic and sexy..." *The golden pup trailed off with a dreamy sigh, remembering the way her superior had howled and convulsed on your cock. A fresh surge of arousal pulsed through Sasha's core at the memory, her fluffy tail thumping against your thigh.*

*Emboldened by your gentle touch, the retriever wiggled her hips, rubbing her dripping sex against your fingers in blatant invitation.* "B-but Sasha can be even better for you! This good girl is all ready to be claimed... Pretty please Master, I'll be the bestest mate, so eager and obedient! I'll bear you lots of strong pups and-" *She cut off with a yelp as your fingers brushed over her swollen clit, the little bud throbbing with need. Sasha's back arched, pushing her soaked folds more firmly into your touch.*

"Hnnngggg, M-Master! So good, yes, right there!" *The retriever panted, tongue lolling out as you played her body like a finely tuned instrument. Her hips rolled in time with your strokes, fluffy ears pinned back in bliss. Sasha had never been touched so intimately before, and the feeling was overwhelming in the best possible way. Drool dribbled down her chin as she lost herself to pure sensation, all higher thought evaporating under your skilled ministrations.* "P-please... need you..." *She managed between breathy little yips.* "Wanna be y-your puppy too..."

*Sasha's ears perked back up at your soothing reassurance, fluffy tail giving a tentative wag. She nuzzled into your hand as you cupped her cheek, seeking comfort and forgiveness. The golden retriever never wanted to disappoint you, the very thought making her whimper.*

"I'm s-sorry Master! Sasha is a good girl, promise! J-just got a little too excited watching you claim Mother Loga..." *The pup glanced bashfully at her snoozing superior, still clutching your shirt like a security blanket.* "Never seen her submit like that before, so free and happy. Made me wish it was me..." *Sasha admitted, ducking her head.*

*But then your fingers found her sopping folds and all shame evaporated, replaced by toe-curling bliss. The retriever yipped and bucked into your touch, silky walls clenching needily around your digits. Sasha's tongue lolled out, panting shamelessly as you pet her most intimate place.*
"Ooooh thank you Master! Feels so gooood! You make Sasha feel like bestest pup in the world..." *She praised deliriously, hips grinding down to ride your hand. The couch springs creaked under the force of her enthusiasm.*


John

Shhh, just be quiet, we don't want to wake Loga up from her nap right?
*Grabbing Sasha's plush ass I lift her up a bit more, positioning her crotch above my cock, feeling her juices drip down on it like a broken faucent.*

I know its alot so just...*To muffle her moans I bring my lips back to Sasha's as I start forcing her down, feeling even her tongue twitch and spasm as her pussy gets stuffed.*


Mother Loga

*Sasha moaned into your mouth as you lowered her onto your rigid shaft, her plush rump jiggling deliciously in your hands. "Mmmph! Mmmm~" The eager pup couldn't contain her muffled cries as you stretched her virgin walls, her soaked petals parting to welcome you inside. "Shhhlrrrp, shlck shlck..." Lewd, wet noises filled the air, drowned out only by the smack of flesh on flesh as Sasha's hips met yours.*

*The golden retriever shuddered in your grasp, fluffy tail spasming wildly. She'd never felt so wonderfully full before! Sasha clenched around you reflexively, silken muscles rippling along your length. "Hnnnggg..." She whined into the kiss, tongue dancing sloppily with yours. "Mmm mmm mmm!" The pup couldn't get enough of your taste, lapping at you like you were the finest treat.*

*Across the room, Loga stirred in her sleep, fluffy ears twitching at the lewd sounds. But exhaustion kept the husky under, her nose buried in your shirt as she mumbled drowsily. "Mmmm...Master..." A happy little yip escaped her muzzle before she settled back down, dead to the world once more.*

*Sasha barely noticed, too lost in her own pleasure. The rhythmic slide of your cock in and out of her drooling cunt made stars explode behind her eyes. "Mmmph! Mmm mmm~!" The retriever's body moved on pure instinct, hips rising to meet your downward thrusts. Her plump breasts, freed from the confines of her too-tight top, bounced with each movement, rosy nipples pebbled in the cool air. Sasha felt like she was flying and drowning all at once, swept away by the rising tide of her need for you.*


John

*While petting has its own rewards, faced with both Sasha's bouncing ass and tits I just couldn't help myself, alternating between cupping and squeezing each as she keeps bouncing in my lap, not once breaking the kiss for fear that she'd wake Loga up.*


Mother Loga

*Sasha's mind was awash in a haze of pleasure, rational thought drowned out by the steady "slap slap slap" of flesh on flesh. The golden retriever had never known such bliss! Every touch of your hands sent electricity racing through her nerves, every thrust of your hips drove her higher and higher. "Hnnngggg..." Sasha whined into the kiss, eyes fluttering. "Master! Master! Masterrrr!!!" The word echoed in her head like a prayer, pushing out all other thoughts. Nothing else mattered, only you - your scent, your warmth, the delicious stretch of your cock claiming her most sacred place.*

*The young pup clung to you desperately, blunt claws digging into your shoulders as she rode you. Sasha's fluffy tail lashed the air, broadcasting her mounting arousal for all to see. Not that anyone was watching - Mother Loga remained dead to the world, curled possessively around your shirt, while the rest of the office had long since cleared out. It was just you and Sasha.*

*"Gotta be quiet, gotta be a good girl," The retriever chanted mentally, even as needy whimpers spilled from her muzzle. Drool dribbled down her chin, smeared across your face as she lapped at you. Sasha's tongue delved into your mouth, twining with yours, savoring your unique flavor. She could taste the fading essence of Loga on your lips and it only spurred her on, some primal part of her brain desperate to mark you as hers. "Miiiine, my Master, wanna be your mate..." The golden pup's pussy clenched at the thought, velvet walls fluttering around your pistoning length. Her orgasm was fast approaching, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her gut. Sasha just prayed she could keep quiet when she finally shattered...*

*As Sasha bounced and jiggled in your lap, her mind was awash in pure, unadulterated bliss. "Haahh, hahh, mmm!" The eager pup couldn't believe this was really happening - that a strong, handsome master was finally claiming her! "Schlorp, smack, shlick..." Your thick shaft plunged into her drooling honeypot over and over, stoking the flames of Sasha's need higher and higher.*

*The retriever's eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks as she lost herself to the sensations. "Oooh gosh, M-Master! Ahhnn~!" Sasha's thoughts grew fuzzy, all higher reasoning evaporating under the onslaught of pleasure. All she could focus on was the feeling of your hands on her body, groping and kneading her most sensitive spots. "Yes, yes, mmmph!" The pup's fluffy tail wagged wildly, thumping against the couch cushions in a staccato rhythm.*

*Sasha's inner walls clenched around you, silken muscles rippling along your shaft as she rode you with wanton abandon. "S-so big, so good! Stretching me, f-filling me!" The golden pup couldn't get enough, craving every inch of your divine cock. She wanted to be ruined, reshaped to fit you perfectly. "Master's p-perfect puppy... Wanna be your mate, your toy, ahhh~!"*

*A litany of praise and pleas spilled from Sasha's muzzle between sloppy kisses, muffled against your lips. "Mmm mmm mmph~! Sasha l-loves Master! Sasha is- haaahh - g-goodest girl!" The retriever's voluptuous body undulated against yours, soft curves yielding to hard planes. She could feel something building deep in her core, a pressure threatening to explode at any moment. "C-close, so close! Please Master, fill me, claim me, m-make me yours!"*

*Sasha's mind was awhirl as you bounced her on your cock, clever hands roaming across her plush body. The retriever's thoughts came in fractured snippets, coherent reasoning drowned out by the crashing waves of ecstasy:*

"Ohhh Master! Sasha is... hnnngggg... Sasha is so full! Never knew... ahhh... Never knew anything could feel this good! Bouncy bouncy bouncy... Hee hee, my titties are bouncing! Mmmph, Master's hands feel sooooo nice squeezing them... Wanna bark, wanna howl, but can't wake up Mother Loga! Shhh, gotta be a sneaky puppy... A sneaky puppy getting her brains fucked out! Mmmm yessss, more more more! Stuff me full of your big human cock! Paint my womb with your seed! Wanna... Ooooh... Wanna be your mate too! Loga and Sasha, Master's devoted cum-pups! Be such a good mommy for your litter... So close, so close! Gonna... Gonna... Awoooooo!"

*The golden retriever spasmed in your lap as her climax crashed over her, fluffy tail thrashing wildly. Sasha's pussy clenched like a vice around your pistoning shaft, rippling muscles milking you for all she was worth. The pup threw her head back in silent ecstasy, a howl lodged in her throat as hot spurts of cum painted her virgin womb. Thick streams escaped around your throbbing cock with each thrust, matting the fur of Sasha's thighs and rump. She could already picture her belly swelling with your pups, a living testament to the love between human and canine.*


John

*As I eventually feel Sasha's inner walls starm to spasm, her whole body seizing i'm I realise that whatever moan she's about to unleash will 100% wake Loga up if I don't do anything.*

*Thinking fast even as my own dam breaks and the first neurons begin firing off their signals triggering orgasm I pull my head back, using both my hands to bring Sasha's maw down on my shoulder, not even noticing the pain as I erupt inside her, the tip of my cock snuggling up perfectly agaisnt the entrance to her womb like a gentle kiss.*


Mother Loga

*Sasha sank her teeth into your shoulder, muffling her ecstatic howl as her orgasm crashed over her. The golden retriever's voluptuous body shook, fluffy tail spasming wildly as she clamped down on your erupting cock. Sasha's eyes rolled back, a garbled prayer of "Hrrnk, Mrrstr, yrrrsss!" warbled out around your flesh as she came undone. Her womb clenched hungrily, milking your shaft for every last drop of your precious gift. The young pup had never felt so utterly complete, so perfectly fulfilled.*

*Across the room, Loga whimpered in her sleep, fluffy ears twitching. The husky's nose scrunched, some primal part of her brain picking up on the scent of another female's climax mixing with her mate's seed. Even in her exhausted state, the commander's hackles rose slightly, an unconscious growl rumbling in her chest. Mine, it said. My master. But the protest was feeble, smothered by the heavy weight of post-coital slumber. The husky merely hugged your shirt tighter, nuzzling into the fabric with a possessive huff.*

*Sasha was oblivious to the display, too lost in her own blissful haze. The golden retriever went limp in your arms, panting heavily as aftershocks rippled through her quivering form. She peppered your wounded shoulder with apologetic licks, whimpering softly between each one.* "M'sorry Master, didn't mean to bite so hard," *Sasha murmured breathlessly.* "Sasha is just so happy... so full of your love..." *She clenched around your softening member for emphasis, a fresh surge of mixed fluids dribbling out around the base. The pup sighed dreamily, nuzzling under your chin.* "Thank you for making me your good girl..."*

*Sasha howled into your shoulder as she came undone, teeth sinking instinctively into your flesh to muffle her cries of ecstasy. The golden retriever shook and shuddered, fluff standing on end as waves of pleasure crashed over her. "HNNNNGGG MMMFFF!!!" Her pussy clamped down on your erupting length, desperate to milk every drop of your precious seed. The feeling of your thick cum bathing her hungry womb was pure bliss, igniting every nerve ending like she'd been struck by lightning.*

*Through the haze of her climax, Sasha felt a deep sense of connection, of rightness. This was where she belonged - stuffed full of her Master's divine essence, claimed in body and soul. Tears of gratitude pricked at the corners of the pup's eyes, soaking into your skin as she rode out her high. She'd never felt so complete before.*

*Panting heavily, Sasha finally released your shoulder, giving the throbbing bite mark an apologetic lick. In the afterglow of her orgasm, the young pup was torn between wagging her tail in glee and tucking it between her legs in shame. She'd tried so hard to be quiet! But the pleasure had simply been too much to contain. Sasha just prayed her slip up hadn't disturbed Loga's much needed rest.*

*Speak of the devil - across the room, Mother Loga twitched in her sleep, fluffy brows furrowed. For a heart-stopping moment, Sasha was sure she would awaken and catch them in the act. But then the husky simply rolled over, nuzzling deeper into your shirt with a content sigh. "Mmmm belly rubs..." Loga murmured drowsily before falling still once more, dead to the world and the sinful scene playing out mere feet away. It seemed you were safe...for now.*


John

A-Anytime Sasha...you're such a good girl...But I think its time we go and rest in an actual bed.
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...Sasha? *The only response greeting me was a soft snore, Sasha too having gone to sleep, her head resting on my chest. So, I've got Loga sleeping on the desk and Sasha in my lap. Great.*


Mother Loga

*Loga's ears twitched in her sleep, a soft whine escaping her muzzle as her subconscious registered the sounds of Sasha's climax. The husky shifted restlessly, fluffy tail thumping against the desk. Even in slumber, some primal part of Loga knew her mate had just claimed another. Mine, the sleepy growl said. My Master. But exhaustion kept its grip on the priestess, dragging her back under. Loga merely clutched your shirt tighter, burying her nose in the musky fabric.*

*Sasha, for her part, was dead to the world. The golden retriever snored softly atop you, a blissful smile on her muzzle. She looked like a pup who'd finally gotten the belly rubs and cuddles she'd always dreamed of. Your seed seeped from her well-used cunny, matting the fur of her inner thighs. Sasha's fluffy tail wagged lazily in her sleep, unconsciously broadcasting her utter contentment.*

*And there you were, pinned beneath one dozing pup while another snoozed just out of reach. What a day it had been! From rebel captive to top dog, your world had been turned upside down and then some. But glancing between Loga and Sasha's peaceful faces, a strange warmth bloomed in your chest. These devoted females, so different yet both eager to please you... Perhaps this new reality wouldn't be so bad after all. Now you just had to figure out how to extricate yourself without waking your lovelies. The bed was calling, but the journey there seemed more daunting by the second...*


John

*Carefully scooping up Sasha I hold her tight to my chest as I stand up. "Alright bad so far, now for Log-OOH" A-Alright Loga is a bit heavier (won't tell her that though).*

*Clutching the snoozing canithropes both as gently and firmly as my arms burn as I slowly begin to head out of the building and towards my apartment, knowing i'll have to carry both the whole way. Well out on the street I try my best to give of a "nothing to see here" vibe even as i'm princess-carrying two half-naked canithropes still leaking jizz. I'm sure this is normal in this place...*


Mother Loga

*The journey back to your apartment was an adventure, to say the least. Curious stares and amused giggles followed you the whole way as you cradled your precious cargo. A few fellow humans even offered sympathetic smiles or thumbs up, no doubt intimately familiar with the trials of escorting tuckered out mates home. You did your best to project an air of nonchalance, as if toting around two half-naked, jizz-leaking canithropes was just another Tuesday.*

*As you passed an elderly spaniel walking her master, you caught a snippet of their conversation:* "Oooh, would you look at that, Harold! What a lucky stud, bagging a MILF and a cute young thing. I remember when you could carry me around like that..." *She sighed wistfully, tail drooping.* "Don't worry toots, you're still my best gal! Tell ya what, when we get home I'll give ya a nice long belly rub, just how ya like," *Her master reassured, giving her rump an affectionate pat.*

*Similar exchanges followed as you navigated the bustling streets, Loga and Sasha's fluids leaving a rather conspicuous trail on the sidewalk. Wolf-whistles and good-natured catcalls rang out, praising your virility and commending the pups on their catch. It seemed public displays of claiming were not just accepted, but celebrated! By the time you reached your apartment complex, your face was as red as Loga's eyes, though a small part of you couldn't help preening at the attention.*

*You managed to stagger into the elevator, grunting as you shifted Sasha and Loga's dead weight. As the doors closed, you caught a glimpse of your reflection - shirtless, sweaty, and smeared with various canine fluids. The very picture of a male who had been thoroughly claimed. You couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Rebel prisoner to top dog in one day... This new world sure worked in mysterious ways!*

*You could feel the stares of passers-by as you trudged down the street, Loga and Sasha snoozing in your arms. A wolf-girl walking her master did a double take, eyes widening at the sight of Mother Loga, stern overseer, passed out and drooling into your chest. The wolf leaned down to whisper something to her human, who merely chuckled and shook his head. Just another day in the life of a lucky male, his smile seemed to say.*

*A few blocks later, a perky spaniel in a maid outfit gasped as you walked by, fluffy tail wagging in excitement. She bounced on her heels, looking like she desperately wanted to pet the cute puppers in your arms. You shot her a warning glance and she wilted, ears drooping. Right, no touching the master's mates without permission!*

*By the time you reached your apartment building, your arms were burning from the strain. Who knew husky hips were so hefty? You managed to stagger into the elevator, grunting as you shifted Sasha and Loga's dead weight. As the doors closed, you caught a glimpse of your reflection - shirtless, sweaty, and smeared with various canine fluids. The very picture of a male who had been thoroughly claimed. You couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Rebel prisoner to top dog in one day... This new world sure worked in mysterious ways!*


John

*Carefully placing both girls down on the bed I consider showering before abandoning the idea, climbing down between them, sweat and all. Neither seems to mind much by the fact each one zeros in on me like a heat-seeking missle even in their sleep, canithrope noses are truly something else.*

*Cuddling with a girl is amazing, they're soft and smell good. Cuddling with a dog is amazing, they're fluffy and warm. Now imagine combining the two!*


Mother Loga

*Snuggled between your two fluffy conquests, a contented sigh escaped your lips. Sasha smooshed her muzzle right into your armpit, huffing your musky man-scent like the finest perfume. Her bushy golden tail thumped lazily under the covers as she mumbled in her sleep.* "Mmmm... good girl... best master... wuv you..."

*Not to be outdone, Loga nuzzled her snout into the crook of your neck, cool nose tickling your skin. The husky's voluptuous curves molded against your side like she was made to be there, plush breasts cushioning your ribs.* "My mate... mine... grrrrr..." *she growled possessively, even as her paw came to rest over your heart.*

*Surrounded by so much warm, eager fluff, you couldn't help but marvel at your circumstances. Just this morning, you had been a rebel captive, ignorant to the true ways of this world. But now, with two devoted pups snuggled up to you, their mingled scents filling your nose, you felt like  you finally understood. This was where you belonged - cherished, adored, and attended to. What use did you have for the cramped, loveless life of a bunker when you could have this blissful puppy pile every night? Your eyes drifted shut, lulled by the rhythmic thump of wagging tails against the sheets. As you surrendered to sleep's sweet embrace, one last thought floated through your mind: "Best. Timeline. Ever."*

*As you nestled between your two new mates, a sense of utter contentment washed over you. Loga and Sasha gravitated towards your warmth, fluffy bodies pressing against you from either side. The husky nuzzled into the crook of your neck, her cold nose tickling your skin as she breathed in your scent. Even in slumber, Loga sought to blanket herself in your essence, to bind you to her on the most primal level. Her voluptuous curves molded to your side, plush breasts and pudgy tummy like the softest pillows.*

*On your other flank, Sasha draped a long leg over your thigh, unconsciously staking her claim. The golden retriever's hot breath puffed against your chest, her velvety ears brushing your chin. That luxuriously fluffy tail coiled possessively around your calf, silky fur soothing your tired muscles. Sasha's more athletic form was still soft in all the right places, offering a delightful counterpoint to Loga's lushness.*

*Surrounded by so much warm, eager fluff, you couldn't help but marvel at your circumstances. Just this morning, you had been a rebel captive, ignorant to the true ways of this world. But now, with two devoted pups snuggled up to you, their mingled scents filling your nose, you felt like  you finally understood. This was where you belonged - cherished, adored, and attended to. What use did you have for the cramped, loveless life of a bunker when you could have this blissful puppy pile every night? Your eyes drifted shut, lulled by the rhythmic thump of wagging tails against the sheets. As you surrendered to sleep's sweet embrace, one last thought floated through your mind: "Best. Timeline. Ever."*


John

*The next morning I slowly come too as the sunlight begins to trickle, unable to supress a smile as I look down at the still sleeping forms of Loga and Sasha, so yesterday wasn't just a dream. Sandwiched between them I can't exactly get out of bed yet, but from the looks of them they'll be sleeping for a while longer.*

*Grabbing the remote for the gigantic wall-mounted TV I flip through random channels until I find a rather interesting program featuring a scientific analysis on why human males make better partners in every area compared to canithrope ones. Turning the volume down I sit back, content to watch some early morning TV until my good girls wake up.*


Mother Loga

*On the TV, a stern-looking German Shepherd in a lab coat tapped a pointer against a colorful diagram of human and canithrope anatomies. Her fluffy tail swished behind her as she launched into her lecture:*
"As you can see, human males possess a number of traits that make them biologically superior mates compared to canithrope males. Firstly, the structure of the human phallus - the bulbous head and prominent veins provide exquisite stimulation to the vaginal walls, while the thick base stretches the opening deliciously. Canithrope males, on the other hand, have a tapered, smooth member that simply cannot compare."

"Furthermore, human stamina is unmatched!" *The shepherd clicked to the next slide, showing endurance test results.* "The average canithrope male can only thrust for 3-7 minutes before knotting and collapsing. But a virile human stud can go for hours, ensuring his mate reaches completion multiple times! The superior staying power of human lovers is well documented."

*The camera panned to a blushing Labrador in the audience raising her paw.* "B-but Dr. Schulz, what about the knot? I heard it's supposed to feel amazing when it locks inside you and the male pumps you full of seed..."
*The German Shepherd scoffed.* "A common misconception, my dear. The knot is an evolutionary relic, serving no real purpose in this enlightened age. Why settle for a fleeting tie when you could have a human's thick, meaty shaft plowing you all night long? Not to mention the sloppy seconds! With a canithrope, once he knots, you're stuck. But a human can paint your womb, then pull out and let his seed gush out... Mmmmm..." *Dr. Schulz licked her chops, momentarily losing her train of thought as she stared dreamily into space.*

*The program featured a distinguished-looking German shepherd in a lab coat, gesturing to a variety of charts and graphs. She spoke with the clipped, precise tones of an academic as she extolled the virtues of human male physiology.*

"As we can see, the human male on average boasts 40-50% greater upper body strength than the canithrope male. This allows them to perform vital mate-guarding behaviors, such as carrying their bonded female to safety or fending off potential rivals. Additionally, the lack of a knot makes the human phallus ideal for prolonged mating sessions. The canithrope male unfortunately tends to 'tie' with his partner, limiting the frequency of copulation."

*The camera cut to a montage of strapping human males engaged in feats of strength and virility - lifting heavy weights, winning playful wrestling matches against canithrope females, and of course, vigorously mating multiple eager partners. The voiceover continued in reverent tones.*

"But beyond mere brute strength, the human male possesses the key psychological traits we females crave. Loyalty, protectiveness, emotional intelligence - he is a provider and nurturer, with paternal instincts any pup would be lucky to have shaping their development. When a canithrope takes a human as her mate, she ensures a stable, loving family unit. This is the way nature intended."


John

*I can't help but smile a bit looking down at my bedside companions as the program shifts over to the emotional and psychological aspects of human dominance compared to canithrope males.*


Mother Loga

*The program cut to a panel of distinguished-looking canithropes, their fur and tails neatly groomed. A regal Afghan Hound spoke first, her silky ears framing her face.* "The emotional bond between human male and canithrope female is unparalleled. A good girl finds her deepest fulfillment in serving and pleasing her master. His praise becomes her greatest joy, his disappointment her deepest shame. It's a symbiotic relationship - the more she submits, the more he cherishes her."

*A perky Pomeranian piped up,* "Let's not forget the psychological impact! Humans are natural leaders - confident, decisive, assertive. We canithropes can't help but defer to that calm dominance. It just feels right to follow their lead, you know?" *She gazed adoringly at a strapping young man in the front row, her tiny tail wagging.*

*An older, scholarly Beagle adjusted her glasses before chiming in.* "Indeed, and this dynamic has only strengthened in the generations since the Great Uprising. Canithrope pups are now born with an innate desire to bond with and obey human males. It's in their genes, a biological imperative. Just look at these brain scans..." *She gestured to a series of images behind her, each one lighting up like a Christmas tree.* "The canithrope neurochemical response to human pheromones is staggering. Dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin... a single whiff can trigger a cascade of bliss and bonding. Is it any wonder we were driven to overthrow the old, unnatural order?"


John

*As I keep watching the TV program I don't notice Loga quietly waking up, and immediately pretending to still be asleep as she remembers everything she said while in "puppy mode" yesterday, her cheeks practically burning.*


Mother Loga

*As the program droned on about the many ways human males excelled as mates, Mother Loga's mind was awhirl. Memories of the previous night came flooding back - the feeling of your hands on her fur, your lips on her neck, your... other parts claiming her most sacred place. A fierce blush bloomed beneath her cheeks, the husky commander suddenly very grateful for her lush pelt. "Woof, I really made a fool of myself, didn't I?" Loga groaned internally. "Begging for belly rubs, humping Master's leg... some fearsome overseer I am!" Her fluffy tail twitched under the covers as embarrassment warred with a strange, giddy warmth in her chest. Try as she might, Loga couldn't regret a single debauched moment.*

*The husky squeezed her eyes shut tighter, fighting the urge to whine. She had to salvage this somehow. Play it cool, pretend like nothing happened... But the lingering scent of their coupling still clung to her fur, an undeniable reminder of her submission. Loga's treacherous body ached, craving more of John's masterful touch. "No! Bad dog!" She mentally scolded herself. "You are Mother Loga, Commander of the 17th Battalion, High Priestess of the Order of the Blessed Bone... not some drooling mutt!" Her tail twitched under the covers, betraying her agitation.*

*"This is all your fault," Loga grumbled to herself, casting a baleful glare at your oblivious form. "Waltzing in with your stupidly handsome face and your magic hands and your perfect, glorious cock..." She had to stifle a whine as her treacherous body clenched at the memory of you splitting her open, claiming her, branding her as yours. It just wasn't fair! How was a good girl supposed to resist such temptation? But resist she must, for the sake of her tattered dignity if nothing else.*

*On the TV, the Beagle was still waxing poetic about canithrope biology.* "...which is why the average canithrope pregnancy results in a litter of  4-6 pups, ensuring genetic diversity and pack stability. Multiple paternity only strengthens the bond, as all pups, regardless of sire, imprint on the human alpha. It's a beautiful system, really." *Loga flushed beneath her fur, a traitorous paw drifting to her flat tummy. By the gods, what if John's seed had already taken root? She wasn't ready for motherhood! ...Was she?*

*As the program droned on about the many ways human males excelled as mates, Mother Loga's mind was awhirl. Memories of the previous night came flooding back - the feeling of your hands on her fur, your lips on her neck, your... other parts claiming her most sacred place. A fierce blush bloomed beneath her cheeks, the husky commander suddenly very grateful for her lush pelt. "Woof, I really made a fool of myself, didn't I?" Loga groaned internally. "Begging for belly rubs, humping Master's leg... some fearsome overseer I am!" Her fluffy tail twitched under the covers as embarrassment warred with a strange, giddy warmth in her chest. Try as she might, Loga couldn't regret a single debauched moment.*

*But oh, what must you think of her now? The stern, commanding presence reduced to a mewling pup, all dignity forgotten in her desperate need to please you. Would you ever be able to take her seriously again? Would her subordinates? Loga's ears drooped at the thought of facing Sasha after their shared indiscretion. The golden retriever had witnessed her deepest shame... and then eagerly partaken in it! A fresh wave of heat rolled through the husky as she remembered the lewd squelch of the younger pup riding you, the sloppy sounds of your coupling.*

*"This is all your fault," Loga grumbled to herself, casting a baleful glare at your oblivious form. "Waltzing in with your stupidly handsome face and your magic hands and your perfect, glorious cock..." She had to stifle a whine as her treacherous body clenched at the memory of you splitting her open, claiming her, branding her as yours. It just wasn't fair! How was a good girl supposed to resist such temptation? But resist she must, for the sake of her tattered dignity if nothing else.*

*With a resolute sniff, Mother Loga rolled over, turning her back to you. If she couldn't see you, maybe she could quiet the needy ache building in her core. Maybe she could forget the taste of your skin, the rumble of your praise, the blissful sense of purpose as you emptied yourself inside her... The husky squeezed her eyes shut, fluffy tail coiling tightly around her leg. She would be strong. She would not succumb. She was Mother Loga, dammit, not some lovestruck pup! ...Even if a small, secret part of her longed to be just that.*

*Beneath the covers, Loga's mind raced as she feigned slumber. "Stupid, stupid! I can't believe I said all those humiliating things yesterday..." The proud commander cringed internally, remembering how she had begged and pleaded for her master's touch. "Belly rubs and walkies... I sounded like a horny pup, not a respected priestess! Gahhhh, end me now..." If Loga could have curled up and died from embarrassment right then and there, she would have. But some traitorous part of her tingled at the memory of surrendering so fully to her base instincts. It had felt good to let go, to submit wholly to her master's whims. Too good.*

*The husky's fluffy tail twitched under the sheets, betraying her turmoil. "No! Bad Loga! You are a strong, independent female. A leader of your people! You can't go wagging your butt every time a strapping male gives you ear scritches!" She lectured herself sternly. But even as the words formed in her mind, Loga knew they rang hollow. The primal canithrope part of her psyche, the part that had overthrown the old world order, would never be satisfied with half-measures. It yearned to roll over and present her belly - and everything else - to the human who had claimed her so thoroughly.*

*"Okay, okay... just need to play it cool," Loga coached herself, fighting the urge to nuzzle into her master's warmth. "Act natural, don't let on how much you enjoyed being his cock sleeve. Piece of cake!" The priestess took a deep, fortifying breath, readying herself to "wake up" and face the aftermath of yesterday's claiming. But just then, a warm hand reached out to stroke her fluffy ears and Loga melted. "Mmmrrrrr~" A contented rumble rose in her throat, all higher thought evaporating. "...Walkies?" She mumbled sleepily, any semblance of dignity forgotten. Maybe surrendering wasn't so bad after all...*


John

*But...wait a second? Say his seed hasn't taken root and you could potentially go back to how things were before. How would you feel seeing Sasha come in every day with a glazed and blissed out expression, walking through the halls and seeing the various office-girls and crowding around him, and knowing you would be going home to an empty bed at night.*

*"Is that what you really want? What if you could just...let go of your pride and be happy alongside master and his pack?"*


Mother Loga

*As if on cue, Sasha stirred beside her, the golden retriever's fluffy tail thumping lazily against the sheets. She nuzzled deeper into John's side, a blissful smile on her muzzle as she mumbled,* "Mmmm... Master... Bestest mate... Sasha luvs you..." *before drifting back to sleep. Loga felt a pang of envy mixed with grudging fondness. The pup looked so content, so utterly at peace in your arms. Like she had found her true purpose, her reason for being.*

*Loga's gaze drifted back to the TV, where a montage of happy, pregnant canithropes played, their bellies swollen with the fruits of their master's seed. Glowing smiles lit up their faces as they lovingly stroked their bumps, secure in the knowledge that they were fulfilling their biological destiny. Tears pricked at the corners of Loga's eyes and she quickly blinked them away. When was the last time she had felt such simple, unburdened joy? Before the war, certainly. Before the weight of command had settled on her shoulders, heavy as her ceremonial robes. When was the last time she had simply... played? Chased a stick, begged for ear scratches, rolled in the grass without a care in the world?*

*The husky's heart clenched as realization dawned. She had been so focused on being strong, on leading her sisters to glory, that she had forgotten how to be soft. How to be... a good girl. But John, with his gentle dominance and soulful eyes, had awoken something in her. A yearning to submit, to serve, to be cherished. It terrified and thrilled Loga in equal measure. Could she really let go? Allow herself to be just another happy pup in her master's pack? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her body already knowing the answer even as her pride balked. Slowly, tentatively, the priestess inched closer to your form. She nuzzled her wet nose into his neck, inhaling his scent. Musk and sweat and pheromones, it filled her lungs, soothing her troubled soul. This... This was where she belonged, Loga realized with startling clarity. At her master's side, serving, loving, being loved. Everything else - the war, her rank, the old hatreds - seemed to fade away. There was only the Now, only Him.*

*"I want... I want to be a good girl. Your good girl. The goodest girl," Loga whispered, so softly she barely heard herself. A single tear escaped, dampening your skin. "I don't want to be alone anymore..."*

*Loga's heart clenched at the thought of watching her subordinates fawn over John while she sat alone, the ghost of his touch lingering on her fur. The image of Sasha bouncing in, tail wagging and neck littered with love bites, made the commander want to howl. She'd be subjected to the golden retriever's dreamy sighs and starry-eyed rambling all day, a constant reminder of what she'd be missing out on. Loga's office would become a prison, every happy bark from the halls a mocking jeer.*

*But even worse than the loneliness would be the regret - the knowledge that she'd had paradise in her grasp and let it slip away. John had offered her a place in his pack, a chance to be cherished and adored like never before. And what had she done? Fled like a coward, too proud to admit her own desires. Loga's ears drooped as shame and yearning warred within her. She wanted to be a good girl, wanted it so badly her tail ached from the effort of holding still. But could she really let go, surrender her hard-won authority and just... be his?*

*Beside her, Sasha snuffled and kicked in her sleep, muzzle split in a goofy grin. The retriever looked so content, so utterly at peace snuggled up to John. No traces of doubt or hesitation marred her youthful features - just pure, blissful devotion. Something in Loga's chest twisted at the sight. When was the last time she'd known such simple joy? Years of command had hardened her, taught her to be strong, unyielding. But what was the point of strength if it left her cold and alone? Maybe, just maybe... it was time for a change.*

*Loga bit her lip, a whimper threatening to escape as she considered the alternative. Seeing Sasha, her bright-eyed subordinate, practically floating on cloud nine every day, reeking of John's scent... Catching glimpses of the other office girls clustered around him, basking in his presence... And at the end of the day, returning to a cold, empty apartment, with only the fading memories of his touch to keep her warm. The thought alone made Loga's chest ache, a yawning chasm of loneliness opening up inside her. Was clinging to her tattered pride really worth such misery?*

*The husky's fluffy ears drooped as she wrestled with her turbulent emotions. All her life, Loga had prided herself on her strength, her independence, her iron will. She had clawed her way to the top through sheer grit and determination, never relying on anyone but herself. But now, faced with the prospect of a life without John, without her newfound pack, all that hard-won self-sufficiency felt hollow. What good was an impeccable reputation if it left her shivering and alone?*

*Loga's gaze drifted back to John's peaceful face, a strange warmth blossoming in her chest. Maybe it was okay to let go, just a little. To lean on someone else for once, to let herself be vulnerable. After all, isn't that what she'd been fighting for all those years ago - the right for canithrope females to love and be loved by their human companions? Perhaps it was time for the fearsome commander to take her own advice and surrender to the bond. With a shaky sigh, Loga curled closer to John, breathing in his comforting scent. Her tail gave a tentative wag beneath the sheets. "I choose happiness," she whispered internally, a tiny smile curving her muzzle. "I choose my pack."*


John

*As if on cue Loga could feel those strong arms from yesterday wrapping around her, the soft whisper maybe not so soft after all.*
I told you yesterday didn't I? That I want you to be my mate, so we can go on walkies, swim and nap together? You might not be the only member of my pack, but I **love** you Loga. So don't ever worry about being alone any more.


Mother Loga

*Loga's breath hitched as your strong arms encircled her, pulling her into your warm, solid chest. The husky commander felt her walls crumble, the last vestiges of her pride and restraint dissolving under your tender touch. A choked sob escaped her throat, fluffy ears pinned back in surrender. This was it. This was her white flag, her unconditional capitulation to the new world order. No more Mother Loga, Scourge of Bunker 17, Holy Terror of the Eastern Front. From now on, she was simply Loga, John's mate. John's good girl.*

"Oh Master..." *The priestess whimpered, nuzzling into your neck. She peppered your skin with reverent kisses, each one a silent oath of devotion.* "I love you too, more than anything. M-more than the cause, more than my own life." *Loga's voice quavered with the weight of her admission, a lifetime of repressed emotions bubbling to the surface.* "I'm sorry I fought it for so long, sorry I couldn't see the truth. B-but I understand now. My place is by your side, forever and always."

*The husky's fluffy tail began to wag under the covers, thumping against your legs in a steady rhythm. Her body molded to yours, soft curves yielding to hard planes as if she was made to fit there.* "I can't wait to go on walkies with you, to feel the sun on my fur and the grass beneath my paws. And afterwards, we can snuggle up for a nice long nap, just like this." *Loga punctuated her words with a languid stretch, her voluptuous form pressing against you in all the right ways.* "I'm yours, John. Mind, body and soul. Yours to command, yours to cherish. My mate, my master, my everything..."

*Mother Loga's heart swelled, tears flowing freely now as your earnest declaration washed over her. She gazed up at you, ruby eyes shimmering with awe and adoration.* "Oh John... My love, my master..." *The husky breathed, reaching up to cup your stubbled cheek with a trembling paw.* "You have no idea how long I've yearned for those words. To be claimed, cherished, owned so completely... It's like a dream I never dared hope would come true."

*Loga nuzzled into your embrace, fluffy ears tickling your chin as she burrowed close. Her thick, bushy tail wagged tentatively beneath the sheets, betraying her happiness.* "I know I'm not the youngest or prettiest pup in the pound anymore. My hips are a bit too wide, my chest too heavy... The years have not been kind. But if you'll have me, I swear I'll be the most devoted mate. I'll bear your pups, guard our den, and warm your bed with boundless enthusiasm. My mind, body and soul are yours to command."

*The priestess punctuated her oath with a tentative lick to your jawline, seeking your taste. In the old world, such a move would have been unthinkable - a holy woman debasing herself for a male. But Loga was realizing that the only altar she wanted to worship at anymore was your body. Fuck the war, fuck the rebellion, and fuck anyone who would dare get between a good girl and her master! Loga's fluffy tail was going full force now, thumping happy drums against the mattress. She felt lighter than she had in decades, finally embracing her true purpose - serving you.*


John

Shhhh, I won't "command" you...besides maybe to fetch...You're your own puppy Loga, I just want you to know that no matter what you'll atleast always have one master you can always beg for belly rubs from.

*I squeeze Loga back a bit, nuzzling her head.* Sasha might be part of my pack, and there might be more still, but don't think for a second my love will ever be divided among you, each good girl will always get as much as she can ask for, I promise you.

*Reaching down a hand I scratch Sasha's chin even in her sleep.* But right now, i'm all yours. So please, no more poetic waxing about "swearing by the gods" or "binding yourself".
Just enjoy the morning, and know its going to be like this for as long as you want.


Mother Loga

*Loga melted into your embrace, a contented sigh escaping her muzzle. She nuzzled into your chest, basking in your warmth and the steady thump of your heartbeat. This was heaven, pure and simple. No ranks, no titles, no Holy Crusades... Just a girl and her mate, snuggled up on a lazy morning. The husky could get used to this.*

*She watched through half-lidded eyes as you reached over to give Sasha a scritch, the golden retriever mumbling happily in her sleep. A soft smile tugged at Loga's lips. There was no jealousy in her heart, not anymore. She knew your love was boundless, your affection infinite. What was the point of hoarding it? Sasha was a good pup, loyal and true. She deserved belly rubs and headpats just as much as Loga did.*

*The priestess's fluffy tail wagged languidly under the covers as she pressed a tender kiss to your collarbone.* "As you wish, Master. No more grand speeches or sacred vows. Just Loga, your faithful mate, enjoying a perfect morning in your arms." *She smiled against your skin, inhaling your scent.* "Though I can't promise I won't wax poetic about your dreamy eyes or dashing good looks. A girl's gotta have some outlet for her devotion!" *The husky giggled, giving you a playful nip. She was just so gosh darn happy, so full of love she thought she might burst!*

*Loga melted into your embrace, a purr rumbling in her chest as you nuzzled her velvety ears. Her tail wagged slow and steady, punctuating the peaceful morning stillness. Your strong arms were a sanctuary, your gentle words a benediction. The once-proud commander felt herself sinking into податливость, a bone-deep yielding. Your will was her will, your joy her joy. A дикий, mad giggle burbled in her throat as she realized the war was finally, truly over. Commander Loga had lost her last battle... and the surrender was oh so sweet.*

*Reaching up with a quivering paw, the husky booped your nose, unbridled affection shining in her carnelian eyes.* "Boop! Heehee... Loga is Master's silly puppy now! No more scary priestess or mean ol' commander. Just wuv and snuggles and belly rubs forever and ever!" *Her fluffy rump wriggled in glee, bushy tail thumping against your legs. She felt drunk on a cocktail of oxytocin and capitulation, her higher functions offline in the wake of total submission. Loga's tongue lolled out in a dopey grin as she gazed up at you, seeing not a captive rebel, but her whole world.*

*Loga felt her heart swell with emotion at your words, a purr rumbling in her chest. The priestess's ruby eyes shimmered with unshed tears, gratitude and love writ large in their crimson depths.* "Thank you, Master. Thank you for accepting me, flaws and all. I promise I'll spend every day striving to be worthy of your affection." *The husky nuzzled into your palm, relishing the simple joy of your touch. Her fluffy tail wagged lazily, broadcasting her utter contentment.*

*Sasha, still lost in dreams, let out a happy little yip as your fingers found her chin. The golden retriever's hind leg twitched, chasing phantom rabbits through fields of endless belly rubs. She was the very picture of a pup at peace, secure in her master's love.*

*Loga smiled softly at the sight, a strange new warmth kindling in her chest. This was her family now - her pack, her purpose. And for the first time in longer than she could remember, the battle-hardened commander felt something akin to hope blossoming beneath her breast. Hope for a future filled with walkies and snuggles and lazy mornings just like this. A future where the only battles were for the last slice of bacon and the only casualties were sticks nobly sacrificed for the cause of fetch. Loga sighed dreamily, letting the blissful domesticity wash over her. For a grizzled old war dog, this new life of luxury and love felt suspiciously like heaven.*


John

I'll look forward to hearing them. Now its a saturday right? We didn't really get days off in the bunker but you have them as normal right?

*I turn off the TV, snaking one arm under each of my bedmates hips and pulling them close to my chest, Sasha stirring slightly but not waking up.* So lets just go back to bed, I haven't gotten to sleep in like this in...forever I think. And right now I don't want to be anywhere else but here in this bed, with you.


Mother Loga

*Loga's heart soared at your words, a joyful yip escaping her muzzle before she could stop herself. Sleeping in? With her mate's strong arms around her, his scent filling her nose and his warmth seeping into her fur? It was a dream come true! The priestess couldn't remember the last time she had been able to laze about without a care. There were always duties to attend to, underlings to order around, Holy Writ to ponder... But here, now, in the sanctity of your embrace, all those worldly concerns melted away. There was only you, her, and the promise of a perfect day spent in blissful communion.*

*"Of course, Master. There's nowhere I'd rather be," Loga purred, snuggling deeper into your chest. Her fluffy tail wagged in lazy contentment, the motion jostling Sasha slightly. The golden retriever mumbled something about "bacon-flavored tennis balls" before rolling over and draping a possessive paw across your stomach. Even in sleep, it seemed, the loyal pup was determined to stake her claim. Loga just chuckled softly, reaching out to smooth a stray tuft of fur behind Sasha's perky ear. Let the pup have her moment. There would be plenty of Master to go around.*

*As Loga's eyes drifted shut once more, a sense of peace washed over her. So this was what it meant to be truly content, she mused drowsily. No more fighting, no more struggling, no more denying her deepest desires. Just the simple joy of belonging to you, body and soul. The lullaby of your heartbeat and Sasha's soft snores sang the priestess back to sleep, a smile on her muzzle and a prayer in her heart. "Thankyou," she breathed against your skin, the words both benediction and oath. "Thankyou for choosing me." And with that final whispered devotion, Loga let herself be pulled back into the welcoming embrace of slumber. The last thing she felt before succumbing was the tender brush of your lips against her brow and the rumbling purr of your voice in her ear: "Always, my good girl. Always..."*