Smells are the first thing I always notice when waking from my sleep. Today had that crisp cold air from the chilly months. My long tongue reaches out pass my lips in a deep yawn. I lift my head up and look about a few times while my tail starts a small pat on the covers. The human laying there on the other side of his bed, Rick I believe the others call him, took a few deep inhales while sleeping. The sound of his chest raising and falling was a soothing sound to my ears.

I move up onto all fours and nudge his face with my nose. How long has it been, a full year maybe; this guy still sleeps longer then I do. I felt the pressure of my bladder as the morning light filters slightly through the curtains. I let my tongue extend out again, only this time to let it drag across his face. It felt rough along his stubble. Amazing how little hair they have on their body.

“Stop Jasmine”, he mumbles in the low light. I fold back my ears and let my tongue slide across his face once again. I know how mad he gets when I do not make it outside for my release. It was infuriating how I am the one that gets chastised when he has control of the entry and exit of our home.

After another long lick his hands reach up and rub the scruff of my neck and up behind my ears. “Alright, alright, go on”, his voice beamed. Damn how good it felt when he got behind my ears. I turn myself around and brush his face and shoulder with my tail while dropping to the ground. The hardwood floor making that audible clicking sound from my nails as they tap and clack across while I walk to the front door.

I could hear him as his morning routine starts. He would move to his inside release room and loudly relieve himself. I remember when I was younger last summer and would gladly watch him doing this. The way his body would be up on two legs, his hands grasping himself while he finishes inside the forbidden water bowl. I still do not know why the water in there is forbidden, but got the newspaper enough times to figure it was not worth the drink.

He was at least quick to dawn those garments and cloth over his body, the lack of hair making it a necessity. His sent moves closer and I pick myself up to stand. His frame was built nice and tall, towering above my head and forces him to bend over quite a bit to give me a pet or rub. His hand clasps the collar on my neck and hooks the leash.

As the door opens up the cold hits my nose and makes me have to take a step back to let myself get use to the change. My companion walks out and I start to march along next to him. The two of us walk for about 40 of his time seconds before I lower my hindquarter to the ground and release my liquids. It felt good and I hold myself for a decent bit considering how much I had inside.

My ears perk up and I turn to see my human looking across the street. When I look to the same area that he was observing. It instantly became clear what had a capture on his focus. That slut of a lab was being mounted by a pesky little runt of a beagle. She had gone into heat about three days ago and it drove the neighbor’s beagle crazy every day so far.

The smell of her was starting to waft over my nose and it let me know what to expect when my first time would be like. I lick my lips twice and turn to look at my human. The way his eyes had transfixed on the event across the street had me tilt my head a bit. I watch him move his hand to around his crotch and appears to be adjusting himself in some way. Finally, I hear the beagle let out a raspy moan letting me and my companion know he had finish deep inside.

The walk back to the house was far less eventful then a lab having her girl hole being filled by a beagle. With a hardy shake my body was already heating to match the house as my companion removed his top layer and hung it on the back of a chair. My ears shot up high when I heard the familiar sound of a jar being opened. The smell of peanut butter had my tongue licking my teeth and lips quickly. Although it was not the peanut butter that had me drooling.

I trot into the living room where he had set himself in the chair. The smell of the peanut was already assaulting my senses. I watch with masterful patients while he scoops out a batch of the stuff and rubs a long streak of it across his lower shaft. Normally it would not be fully hard until after a few motions, but he was at full size and he had a daze look on his face already. “Come on Jasmine”, with a whisper he calls me.

I move myself close to him and with my tongue my first lick collects a good amount. He lets out a soft moan while my tongue begins to slide up along his shaft over and over. Although the taste of peanut butter was amazing, it just did not compare to that salt from the tip. That was my goal this time, even after the first time it became a kind of addiction for me.

I could feel him shift his hips and reach with one hand to scratch behind my ears. My favorite spot if I did not mention it yet. My tongue works up and down his hard member. More and more of his saltiness coating my tongue with every new lick. “Good girl”, he moans. I respond with my soft whimper. His hips start to rise up and down to match my licks. I was so desperate it only made me lick faster.

“Good girl, oh good girl”, he mumbles now. I knew he was about to give me the salty indulgence. The saline liquid that taste so amazing. I rub my tongue hard against him now. Paying extra attention to his tip where the pre-salt was oozing out. With a sudden “Oh gosh”, from him his hand wraps around the back of my head and he tilts himself downward lining himself up with my mouth. I whimper again as the sudden gush of hot salty liquid starts to shoot deep into my mouth. I lick with a rapid pace to help collect all of it inside.

The taste of his white stuff was really my favorite treat, my tongue licks over and over his tip as his legs flex and shake while making those little moans. As the last few drops of him reach the back of my throat he lets go of my head and rubs all over my neck and scalp. “Yes Jasmine, thank you”, he says. I let out a little whine at my disappointment at it all being gone and would not be any more till tomorrow.

The next day my eyes flutters open along with my usual long deep yawn; however, my belly felt something new and intense. A new and odd sensation fell over my thoughts but it was impossible for me to describe the way it made me think. I had never had these thoughts or feelings before and just shook my head in an attempt to clear them away. Carefully I lift up off the bed and smell the heavy aroma of myself floating over the air. I look over to my companion sleeping and let a slow long lick cross my lips.

Although my belly felt a little on fire, it was nothing I could not handle and decide the need to use the restroom was more pressing of a matter. I begin the morning ritual of licking his face over and over till his sleepy eyes blink open and his strong hand ruffles my fur. His hand caresses my head and a shiver run up my spine, his touch felt so good today.

As his hand brushes along my thick husky fur I feel it move lower and lower on my back. Somehow my face starts to tilt to the bed. A reverse action of my hips occurs and they shift upward. A scorching sensation in my lower gut was telling my brain there was nothing I could do to stop it. The way his hand ran along my hindquarters creates a tremor along my tail and it lifts up and I begin to hold it tight against my back.

“Jasmine”, my friend asks inquisitively, “are…are you?” He seems to trail off in his thought and that’s when his hand came lower and ran across my girl entrance. The touch of his hand made me whimper not with discomfort but with a new profound longing. It was that moment of my whining from all the immense desires; why it was impossible for me to stop what I was doing, it was the start of my heat cycle.

My companion lifts up to his knees and with fast motions and movements slides himself behind me. I could only sense his actions while my tongue slides out of my mouth, letting me pant from how hot my gut was making me feel. Then his fingers caress my entrance again, only this time they slide up the length of it and then slowly start to push into me.

I felt a sudden shame and wanted to pull away from what he was doing, but the way his hand pets and rub along my back near my tail it kept me from moving. My legs lock in front of me while my mind forces me to stay in the position. “Oh, you did start your cycle,” he whispers to himself while only the tips of his fingers are resting inside my folds. They start to wiggle up and down and it makes a pleasant sensation start to build in my body.

A lot was going through my mind and it was hard to focus on any one item. The way his fingers slide in and out just a little more each time. That burning desire that was locking my body stiff hoping he would not stop. A great need to pee, oh gosh that was starting to fade more and more the way his fingers got deeper. What was he doing to me?

Soon he changes up and pulls his fingers free. Suddenly his nose pushes up next to my other back entrance and something warm and wet licks up along my slit. Was he licking me down there now, and…I hope he would not stop. He must be smelling me, my heat must be driving my companion mad, just like the way the beagle was going at that lab the other day.

“Oh Jasmine,” he mumbles to himself, almost in a drunken daze. I let out my own little whine when he lets the tip of his tongue glide hard and fast over my slit. Not even my own cleaning ever felt like this, was it because he was a male and was just responding to my heat. I could not tell what my body was thinking or doing, but it only forces my hips to push back against him when his tongue slides a little deeper into my folds and then back out.

I was unsure of what to feel or think. As the thoughts of my mind drove me barking mad. He suddenly pulls away from my back side and I can feel him shift up closer to me. Then the tip of something warm and slightly wet starts to push against my entrance. My mind kept thinking, “he is going to mate me, he is really going to mate me.” My body on the other side was just screaming, “I want him to mate me, I need him to mate me.”

The tip was thick, so much thicker then I thought it would be. Was his anatomy so much different from my own species that it was that noticeable. Slowly he pushes it back and forth, little by little spreading me further open. It was a strange feeling having my companion trying to mate with my type.

“Ok, Jasmine, just bear with it. I know…I know girl”, his voice soothing helps with the feeling. My hips lock harder feeling how deep he kept going. My entrance was fully open and I let out a deep whine when he suddenly bottoms out and I can feel him pressing against my hind quarters. It was amazing.

As the tip of himself touches my most inner depth he lets out his own little moan followed with a pleasant, “yessss.” If my mind had been concerned with what was happening, it was soon replaced with a new feeling of desire. My companion starts to drag the length of himself out and when his oddly shape tip touches the edge of my lips, he buries himself deep into me once again. I was being mated and was loving it.

I did not know what my body was doing, but the feeling was driving more of my heat between my legs to wet itself. I could also tell he was dripping something also that helps make him slide in and out easier. I start to whimper in a steady rhythm as every time his unit would pull out and push back in my body shook with a strange lust. I was getting closer and closer to something big happening. That slut of a neighbor lab would be jealous of how fantastic my companion felt compared to that beagle.

As he pushes in and out his hands grasp under my leg and pulls me closer. Every now and then he would pull my tail a bit to the side and seem to slam harder into me. It was going to drive me crazy when he starts to mumble, “I’m going to cum, Oh Jasmine, I’m going to cum inside. Take it all please.” Whatever he was talking about had been drowned out with a sudden rush that was exploding from my body. All I knew is I want to feel him mate me so much.

Then I felt it, the most intense feeling my cunt could muster washes over my body like an detonation. My companion pulls on my hips and grinds his member deep inside as the warm feeling of his hot white stuff starts pouring inside of me. Was this it, was I finally mated? I did not want it to ever end as my mind felt so much pleasure.

The feeling of his manhood finally finishes dumping the last shots of his white stuff. A few moments later his member was softer and less defined. It pulls from my vagina and I can feel his seed drip from my entrance. “Oh Jasmine, that was what I have been waiting for so long”, he said while rubbing my fur right above my tail. My hips had shaken and quivered a few times but now that that flash of pleasure was slowly fading, I could think again. My heart was beating so fast and it was a strange longing to have him near me all the time. My companion was more then a friend. He was now my mate and there was nothing more I want then to share our lives together.

Suddenly a rush to pee hit me and I let out a whine and start walking to the front door quickly. “Oh, yes. We need to hurry”, he yells at himself. As we rush into the cool air, I start running the occurrence of the morning over and over in my mind. Every single thought ended with, “Wonder what our puppies will look like?”