title: Man's Best Friend with Benefits aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Fxatencio] id: [49442615] date: 星期三, 十月 19日 2022, 9:35:47 晚上 modified: 星期三, 十月 19日 2022, 9:38:36 晚上

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Man's Best Friend with Benefits

Author: Fxatencio Source: Man's Best Friend with Benefits

An all-female race of Amazon canine aliens takes over Earth and turns the male population into their concubines. This is the story of one of those "male wives," Boomer, and his life of domestic bliss with his "mistress" Adoria.

“Oh, BOOOoooooOOOmEEEEeeeerrrr! I’m HOOOOOooooooOOOOOmmmmmeeee!”

The husky, singsong voice echoed through the great, drafty rooms of the mansion. When Boomer heard it, his eyes widened. It was a Pavlovian response. The human was in the kitchen, teetering on top of a ladder and using an oar-sized spoon to stir the dinner bubbling in the gigantic pan. Such large cooking equipment was hard for an average human male to get accustomed to, but he got used to it. After the takeover of the Canis, there was no choice. The all-female race of dog women, originating from (where else?) Sirius, averaged 20 feet in height. Humanity had no chance against such Amazons, and a new world order was quickly established. Humans were effectively made second-class citizens on their own planet. Every Canis was given at least one human male consort. Consider it the spoils of war. Sure, these “male wives,” as they soon became known, were technically free - they still could have jobs, property and rights - they were glorified pets for their government-mandated giant girlfriends.

Case in point: Boomer. He was betrothed to Adoria, whose blonde fur and relentlessly peppy attitude made her resemble a golden retriever. The young human worked as a college professor by day, recounting the history of the Canis conquest of Earth to future generations who would grow up as loyal subjects. They were (mostly) benevolent rulers, Adoria especially. When she and Boomer were together, the roles of “master” and “pet” often blended together. Boomer raced into the foyer to greet his beloved mistress. He knelt in her presence, as was custom for humans in Canis households, which made her laugh.

“Oh, BOOMER!” She said, panting with excitement. “No need to be so formal, hun.”

Boomer smiled weakly. She fell to her knees as well and knocked him over with an overwhelming embrace, giving him wet slobbery kisses. Her hot, sweet-smelling breath and amorous attention made him smile every time. He was pinned under her curvaceous body and large breasts, which looked particularly fetching (no pun intended) in her office clothes. She was the CEO of a successful company which “trained” male wives and taught other Canis to do the same. It was easy for a human to become housebroken, especially when their mistresses were so large. Even when Adoria showed her devotion to Boomer with her smooches, she dominated him. Her scent clung to him, telling all of the other Canis that he belonged to her.

In the small amount of time that Adoria’s tongue wasn’t plastered on his face or shoved down his throat, she managed to say: “How was your day, dear?”

“Ah, it was alright,” Boomer replied sheepishly. “I missed you, though.”

“AWWW!”

That inspired some happy yelps and earned Boomer more warm kisses and licks on his face and neck. He was lost in the perfume of her breath and the female musk she carried from her long day.

“I missed you too, baby boy,” she cooed. She gave him a few deep sniffs. “You smell weird.”

“Uh…”

Boomer stammered. Male wives were like fire hydrants - they were public property for any Canis to use and mark as they pleased. That being said, their proper “owners” were very territorial and did not take kindly to anyone else using their boy toys. Along with teaching history, Boomer was also the coach of the college’s Canis women’s soccer team. Due to their natural athleticism and energy, young Canis women quickly took a liking to human sports. Boomer quickly took a liking to their superior strength, cocky attitudes and post-match aroma. To a human, the mere sport of these girls was an earth-shattering display of power. He was their coach, but it was clear who was really in charge. After every game, the boisterous girls would charge into the Canis-sized locker room, bragging about their victory or cursing their loss, impregnating the room with their natural musk and teasing their cute coach.

“Hey Coach,” they would say. “We saw you sniffin’ our panties out of the hamper! You’re a cute lil’ perv! Get over here and take a good whiff fresh from the source!”

Since they were dogs by nature, the bratty college girls enjoyed showing off their scents. They were proud of them. They loved watching Boomer blush and stammer as they squeezed and teased him with their big handpaws. They loved even more to force him on his knees to make him huff their shorts and pleasure their warm, musky cookies. He became acquainted with the smell and taste of every girl on the team. He was the best way for them to celebrate a victory or take their mind off of a defeat. They sat on his face more than they sat on the bench. His boxed lunches always came with an enviable dessert - the sticky, fragrant love juices of giant dog girl jocks. They were always ripe after long, hot games, but that just made Boomer love them more. Today was one of those days, and being used by the whole team was exhausting. Still, he mustered up the energy to cook dinner for his best girl - she deserved to come home to that.

“Some other girls used you, didn’t they?” Adoria said.

“I… Well, uh…”

“Eh, let ‘em. They can be jealous of my handsome little Boomer all they want, but at the end of the day, he’s ALL MINE. Ain’t that right, hun?”

“S-sure is, dear.”

She nibbled on his ear and leaned into it.

“Boomer,” she whispered. “I… I think it’s that time of year again.”

Boomer knew. He could smell it on the soccer team and he could smell it on Adoria. Now he understood why the soccer team was so needy today. It was breeding season and all Canis were in heat. Adoria’s already enormous sexual appetite would become insatiable. Boomer would have to run himself ragged just to meet her most basic needs. He was looking forward to seeing her grow more romantic and dominant, as she always did this time of year.

“I’ll bet you can’t wait to spend the night with me, then,” Boomer said.

“Oh, you tease!” She laughed. “Wait until after supper, you naughty boy. I smell what you got cookin’. It smells awful good.”

Boomer didn’t know whether she was referring to his food, or the slightly musky bulge that was raging in his pants. His scent was nothing compared to hers, but her sensitive Canis nose could pick up its masculine nuance. He moaned and groaned as she buried her cold, wet nose into his crotch, picked him up bridal-style and carried him into the kitchen.

Canis women were motivated by two things and two things only; food and sex. If a male wife could attend to both these needs, their marriage would be a happy one. Boomer made Adoria a feast fit for a hardworking lass - sausage, short ribs and meatballs, slow-cooked in a hearty tomato broth. Everything in the kitchen - the chairs, the table, the cookware and especially the portions - was fit for Adoria’s size, not Boomer’s. Boomer always felt so small and helpless in the elegant surroundings of the mansion they shared. He was completely under Adoria’s control - and he liked it that way. After he was full, Boomer just sat there, dreamily gazing into Adoria’s big eyes as she scarfed down her meal and made approving grunts. She ate enough for three men, which just made her sexier in his eyes. She was grandiose femininity. She was literally more than he ever dreamed of.

“Oh, Boomer, this is DELICIOUS!” She said. “You really outdid yourself this time, dear!”

When she finished her meal, she picked Boomer up again and carried him up the stairs, panting with excitement. Rhett Butler himself couldn’t have done it better. Her water bed was like a warm, rippling ocean to him, even after all the nights he slept in it, curled up to the soft, chubby body of his mistress. She gently threw him onto it. Her scent and heat was permanently baked into it, which excited and calmed him at the same time. She took off her formal business clothes and straddled him. His comparatively short arms reached out to grab her ample buttocks. He shivered at the very touch of her fur, the doughy mounds of supple flesh in his hands. In response, she gave him a big, grateful lick. He slipped further beneath her and motorboated her, letting himself drown in her massive breasts. Each of them were bigger than his head.

“Naughty boy,” she growled.

“I’m yours tonight,” Boomer replied, kissing her hardening nipples.

“And I’m yours too.”

Adoria couldn’t wait any longer. She turned herself around and presented her rotund hindquarters and dripping muff to Boomer. The scent alone made him weak. It was puffy, sensitive and desperate for attention.

“N-now…” Adoria said, whimpering like a puppy.

Boomer buried his face in there, savoring the waterfall of juices in her tight, steamy cavern. Adoria moaned and rode his face until it was totally plastered with her liquid lust. It was big enough for him to fit his whole head inside. He was dwarfed by her. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of low moans and the wet squelching of Adoria’s spade.

“There,” she breathed. “That oughta do the trick. I’m gonna mark you so good those other bitches won’t ever come near you.”

Boomer’s only response was gasping. He tugged at his cock and ate her out with fiery ardor, showing her that he was her willing slave. In these heated moments, the law of dogs won out. Adoria was marking her territory.

“Good boy…”

It didn’t take long for her to cum. He swallowed heaving mouthfuls of her boiling, fragrant love, nearly choking on how much she adored him. The horny giantess howled and clutched the bedding with her clawed hands, grinding herself and letting all of her property be stained with the stickiness and muskiness of its owner. Boomer was left with a cold puddle in his pants and a face kissed by his mistress’s starving lower lips. It wasn’t long before she was ready for round two. She wasn’t just ready for it - she needed it. She turned herself around, removed his clothes with surprising dexterity for a creature of such large hands, and let him straddle her. His cock disappeared in her gaping maw, but she gave better blowjobs than anyone, human or Canis. She picked him up on her shoulders and went to town. It wasn’t hard for her to deepthroat him. Her tongue was bigger than his cock, and she put it to great use, teasing and trailing his length with every slurp. They moaned in unison. Boomer bucked in her face like a madman. Adoria seductively groped his ass, as if to say “Slow down, boy. Take your time. Enjoy it.”

His mistress’s tongue kneaded and tormented him until he was clutching her head, showering her in delirious kisses. It was hard to tell who was in the dominant role. She cradled his balls with her tongue and worshiped his manhood. It would have been so easy for her to enslave and emasculate him, like many other Canis did to their male wives. Instead, she honored and cherished him. He was her precious dear, her Boomer. She couldn’t live without him, especially when he tugged on her ears and blew his load down her throat. The creamy, salty taste was the perfect dessert after the meal he cooked for her. Adoria took her tiny boyfriend out of her mouth and set him back on the bed. The spent human, shivering with ecstasy and holding her tightly, looked particularly adorable. She licked his sensitive flesh and elicited manly moans.

“How’s my tiger?” She asked.

“Fuck, you were wonderful-”

She put a finger up to his lips.

“Shh… I’m not finished yet.”

She curled up next to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. Once again he was engulfed in her voluptuous beauty. There was so much of her to love, too much for Amy one man. He was incredibly lucky. She used her free hand to finger herself.

“Take me,” she said.

Boomer jumped at the chance. He mounted her and thrusted the best he could. Traditional sex between humans and Canis was complicated, to say the least. All too often, the size difference made it feel like that old joke about “throwing a hot dog down a hallway.” That’s where Adoria’s training came in. She taught Boomer, and other males, how to put their limited equipment to good use and please their new goddesses. He rubbed himself alongside the sensitive folds and struggled to go balls-deep without losing himself prematurely. She felt glorious on his shaft and tip.

“Is it in yet?” She smirked. He smiled back. Her heat would give her a mean streak. Some nights he was in the mood for teasing. This was one of those nights. He was like a stud, subduing the giant female beast with pure carnal pleasure. She felt her breasts and gave the bedroom eyes at him. She snapped her jaws. There was so much panting. They were two bundles of nerves, working their way through euphoric sensations and delving into an almost-forbidden realm of romance. Most Canis mistresses, when in Adoria’s position, would ruthlessly mock and humiliate their human for his inadequacies, and use breeding sessions to bully him physically, verbally and sexually. Adoria had great respect for Boomer, and screamed his name as if it was he who was claiming her.

“Oh, BOOMER! You sexy beast! It’s so big… Oh, harder, big guy…”

Boomer went from “little guy” to “big guy” in a single night. He was calm and confident as he pumped her with his load, the most powerful he ever had. His cum lightly dribbled from her entrance, and she scooped some up to taste the droplets.

“Delicious,” she said. “I’m lucky I got a big, bad alpha male to tame a naughty puppy like me.”

Boomer chuckled.

“I’m lucky I got a badass babe to keep a naughty boy like me in line.”

They laughed and snuggled together, falling asleep in each other’s softness. Through the night, Adoria held him like a pillow, squeezing and even drooling on him. He didn’t mind at all. Their afterglow continued until the next morning.

“GOOD MORNING, HUN!”

Adoria smothered Boomer in her customary morning kisses and licks. It was the best alarm clock he could ever ask for.

“Mornin’, babe,” he said. “I know you’re lonely at work, especially this time of year, so here’s a little gift.”

He handed him his cum-stained undies from last night, still rich with his scent. She sniffed them deeply.

“Oh, in the middle of the night I might’ve snuck out and put a little something special in your car,” Adoria said. “Hopefully it equals this lovely gift you just gave me. Where did I ever find such a generous human?”

“If you remember, I was assigned to you by the Canis High Council. I guess we got similar scores on our Compatibility Tests. Either way, it makes me the happiest human on Earth do belong to you.”

“And I to you. Have a nice day at work, dear.”

They shared one last kiss before Boomer showered, dressed and went out the door. The shower did very little to hide Adoria’s scent on him, and that was before he found her heavily used, soaked panties balled up in his back seat. The panties, which were big enough for him to use as a toga, turned his car into a sauna. When he got to work, he would carry an intense reminder of his love throughout the day. The soccer team didn’t bother him at all.