Stress Release (Worm)

 

Got inspired by the recent picture and decided to have a bit of fun writing this.

 

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Somehow, Bitch knew, just from Taylor helping her, she knew about… her dark fantasies. Taylor had thought she’d hidden it well enough, but her body had betrayed her like always. Somehow, Rachel knew that Taylor had a fetish, a horrible, disgusting, taboo fetish that she couldn’t suppress, especially as she despite her efforts; she couldn’t help but find it erotic.

 

Despite herself, Taylor had during Emma’s campaign been finding herself more and more immersed in the internet, and learning more and more about herself. Initially, it started off as realizing that she could let the world slip away when she masturbated. She’d enjoy herself; watch some hunks, either fuck other hunks or women. She’d expected it to remain like that initially, but slowly, it wasn’t enough. Perhaps it was because the first videos of porn she watched were rather, extreme, but she eventually found herself drawn towards more and more degenerate porn and was falling down a rabbit hole that she couldn’t pull out of.

 

The fact that masturbation became something of a regular hobby for Taylor alongside it being good stress relief likely didn’t help either. So Taylor continued to dive down further and further into degeneracy, eventually leading her to here and now, where Taylor couldn’t even cum quickly if it didn’t have someone all tied up, either pretending to be a pet, or in heavy bondage, or in some cases…

 

Being fucked by a dog.

 

Or a horse really but hentai wasn’t exactly realistic unless you were a cape that happened to be a brute. Unfortunately, unlike a certain female pornstar that Taylor loved to watch, she wasn’t some slime girl case 53 or a brute, so horse fucking is a no-go. That left dogs, which there was surprisingly a large number of videos of on the internet ranging in various kinds of video quality. Not to mention the hentai and drawn porn of the act.

 

It was her own personal shame, that she wanted to be fucked by a dog, that she wanted to feel a dog’s red rocket slide into her, and fuck her. She wanted that and so many more things to be done to her because of her various fetishes. Then, somehow, Bitch managed to sniff it out. All it took was Taylor helping her out at her shelter once, and suddenly Bitch knew. She knew and approached Taylor. She told Taylor, that she knew that Taylor was a bitch in heat, that she knew Taylor was practically starving for cock, and then she invited Taylor over to her shelter.

 

Taylor almost didn’t accept. Actually, that would have been the smart thing to do, to not accept, to refute her, to tell her that she was wrong, to tell her that she didn’t want to bend over for a dog, to go on all fours, and present herself for a dog to use.

 

Yet Taylor hesitated or didn’t respond like that. She’d paused, frozen, and had admitted that yes, she desired it. She admitted it, and now she was facing the consequences of it, standing in Bitch’s warehouse, looking down shamefaced. It probably wasn’t a good thing that Taylor had for some dumb reason decided to bring the collar she’d bought one day at a pet store with her name on it. Granted it wasn’t on, but…

 

Bitch herself stood there watching Taylor, holding a dog, Brutus’, leash as she stood there. She smiled at Taylor as she and Brutus walked forward, Brutus happily panting and looked up at Taylor with his tail wagging. Eventually Bitch stopped in front of Taylor and looked her over.

 

“You ready?” she asked, and Taylor realised this was her last chance to get out of this, to run away and escape with… well not her dignity, not that she really had any since Emma and her trio of bitches basically took that and trampled it into the dirt. It was more her last chance to get out of here without ending up bent over, and submitting to a dog, even though… she’d known that that was what she would be doing the whole time she’d been walking here.

 

“No- no I-” Taylor started but Bitch interrupted her, stepping forward, her hand surging forward as she slid a hand into Taylor’s pants.

 

“Hey, what-!?” Taylor cried out as she felt Bitch’s rough hand slide down her pants, into her panties, and a ringer moved across her crotch, the touch affecting her more than it really should as Taylor shivered while Bitch pulled her hand out of Taylor’s pants. She looked at the slick hand and gave a brief chuckle.

 

“You’re ready,” she said before taking a hold of Taylor’s arm and guiding her off to the side. Taylor didn’t resist, letting Bitch take control for the moment as she was walked over to the ratty-looking bed that was there. As they came to a stop in front of it, Bitch let go of Taylor’s arm and looked at her.

 

“Strip,” she ordered, and Taylor obeyed, her breath growing more and more ragged with her growing anticipation, and she could practically feel how wet she was. Taylor was really glad that she’d brought along another pair of panties because she could feel how soaked hers were becoming. Within moments, Taylor was naked in front of Bitch and Brutus. After a moment, Bitch reached down and picked up Taylor’s hoodie, and tossed it to her.

 

“You might want to have that on unless you want scratches along your back,” Bitch said, and Taylor almost dropped the hoodie back down. It… sounded exciting, feeling Brutus’ claws dig into her back, not enough to harm but only to mark, to feel the cuts along her back when Brutus mounted her and dominated her. She’d remember those scratches whenever she saw Brutus, and she’d remember what he did.

 

But slowly Taylor put her hoodie back on, not zipping it up, but just having it on her to protect her back. Maybe later, but for now, it might be better to just have it on.

 

“Alright, not onto the bed,” Bitch said, but Taylor hesitated, debating whether she should do it or not, her one hand in her pocket, clutching the collar with her name on it. When Taylor didn’t immediately follow Bitch’s orders, she looked sharply at Taylor.

 

“Whatever it is, spit it out,” but Taylor didn’t speak. She… she was already going to be getting fucked by a dog… so… why not? Slowly, even as her breath felt like it was coming out hard and fast, Taylor pulled the collar from her pocket. Bitch didn’t chastise her for her slowness as she watched. Taylor brought the collar up to her neck, but then Bitch moved, and Taylor froze.

 

Rather than throw her to the bed as Taylor expected, Bitch merely moved behind her, moved her hair out of the way, and helped Taylor with the collar. Expertly pulling the thing together, and even fastening it just a slight bit tighter than Taylor might have. Bitch then turned Taylor to look at her, looked at her collar, and nodded, before nodding her head towards the bed. Taylor swallowed, feeling the collar fastened to her neck even more, before turning and crawling onto the bed on all fours. Her heart was pounding and her pussy twitched just a bit.

 

“Ass or cunt?” Rachel asked, and Taylor blinked owlishly at her for a moment, before realising what she meant. For a moment Taylor wanted to say cunt, but something stopped her. Some ridiculous notion of virginity and all that. She was about to be made into a literal bitch, and was about to be defiled in such a way as to ruin her forever, whether she had her womb or just her ass filled with doggy cum. She certainly would never be pure.

 

“C-cunt,” Taylor said finally. After all, ass or pussy, she was still being fucked, and better that it be with something that was actually evolved to take cock.

 

“Present,” Bitch said, and Taylor already had an idea of what she wanted. Doing her best to present herself, Taylor lowered her stomach down and did her best to open her legs up for Brutus, her pussy wet and inviting for him while she started to breathe through her mouth. The anticipation was killing Taylor and she could feel how hard her nipples were getting while her pussy grew even slicker.

 

“Brutus, knot her,” Bitch said finally and Taylor felt Brutus walk onto the bed. This, this was the moment that Taylor had been waiting for, that she’d come here for. Taylor swallowed again and licked her lips. She felt the bed depress around her, Brutus moving up towards her, sniffing at her cunt for a moment while Taylor was forced to wait, presenting like a good bitch for Brutus.

 

Then Brutus lifted himself up, and landed on Taylor, his paws falling onto her back, the hoodie protecting her from the claws that dug in but she could still feel his weight on her. Then she felt it, Brutus’s molten hot cock pressing up against her. Taylor sucked her breath in as her eyes widened, yet were unseeing. All of her focus was on Brutus’ cock, sliding along her wet pussy as she presented herself for him.

 

Then he started thrusting, at first, his red rocket moved around as he tried to line up with her. Taylor almost wanted to help him but was paralyzed as Brutus slid his cock along her pussy, the sensations moving through her as she was teased. Even so, Taylor shifted slightly, opening her legs up more, hoping to present herself better, and suddenly, like being hit by Sophia, she felt Brutus’ cock enter her.

 

Taylor moaned as she felt Brutus’ cock enter her, the pace starting off rapidly as the dog plunged into her without any kind of foreplay, not that she really needed it. Taylor’s moan quickly turned into a repeating pleasured yelp as Brutus pounded into her, filling her needy cunt with his molten hot red rod. From the panting he was enjoying it just as much as Taylor was as he continued to pound into her, the pleasure blasting through her core as her own tongue lolled out.

 

The pleasure was immense, far greater than what Taylor could accomplish with her fingers, and there had been no pain. She’d been so horny that any pain there might have been was wiped away by the immense pleasure of being penetrated properly for the first time, her virginity taken by a dog and Taylor couldn’t be happier. It felt amazing to be fucked by Brutus, the pleasure overtaking her and clouding her mind as all she could focus on was the rapid-fire pounding from Brutus’ cock entering into her slutty slit.

 

Soon enough Taylor could feel herself cumming, Brutus not even stopping for a second as he continued to pound into her, uncaring for her pleasure, even as she did all she could to withstand him. He didn’t need to care about her pleasure as Taylor’s moans grew louder as he fucked her. Taylor shifted and squirmed a bit under him as she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, her cunt clenching and opening at the same time as she came. Her inner walls undulated and squeezed, trying to milk Brutus’ rod of his cum while she did her best to push back against the massive dog dominating her.

 

Then she felt it, Brutus’ thrusts into her grew faster and more desperate, they went deeper and she felt like he was pounding into her deeper. Then she felt something hot starting to leak into her, spraying into her. The hot liquid was even hotter than Brutus’ cock, and it felt so warm and lovely inside of her. Then she felt something else. She felt something expanding in her cunt as she was fucked. Taylor moaned out loud as she felt herself cumming again from the feeling, having been unable to calm down as Brutus continued to brutalise her pussy with his magnificent member.

 

The knot continued to expand, filling Taylor up and plugging her so all the hot doggy semen remained in her and made her feel so warm inside as the knot continued to swell. Taylor moaned some more as she felt how big it was in her, her head falling forward as all she could focus on was that cock filling her up. The knot, Brutus’ knot, it was so big, she could hardly breathe. For a moment Taylor had to stop and breath, one breath in, one out, in, out, in, out. Any properly coherent thoughts in Taylor’s head were gone as she continued to cum around Brutus’ knot for a few moments longer, and even after, she couldn’t think. The feeling of being so full, so full of cock, the pleasure it was giving her even as Brutus stopped fucking her, and just lay on her, his cock filling her completely, it was too much. Taylor couldn’t think, she could barely breathe.

 

“Fu-fu… fu-ck,” Taylor moaned as she continued to clench around Brutus’ inflated shaft, loving every moment she was knotted to the big brute. She was in heaven, and she loved it. She saw some legs in front of her, and then a pair of fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to look up a bit, but not straight into Bitches eyes.

 

“Having fun?” Bitch asked, no judgment in her tone despite how it easily could, and in fact, should have been in there.

 

“Y-y-ye… Mmmmh. Y-yes,” Taylor tried to say, but the knot, the intensity of what she was feeling, how it distracted her thought, how her mind was so clouded that she could barely think, or even breath. It was too much, and Taylor couldn’t handle thinking right now, the intensity of the pleasure even after was too much for her. Even so, Bitch seemed to get the message. She petted both Taylor and Brutus’ heads, like Taylor was just another one of her dogs before moving to the side, and gripping a blanket. She tossed it over Taylor and Brutus, before saying to Taylor in a softer tone.

 

“Relax,” as she said this, Taylor slowly let herself slide downwards, sliding down until she was pressed against the bed by Brutus, unable to move, and unable to think of moving because of the knot in her that was the source of her pleasure. Her ass was still up, but her front was down into the mattress, Taylor having given up any chance of being seen as lucid as she just lay in the mattress, taking the pleasure of being so full and letting that be her entire world at the moment. No powers, no capes, no nothing. Just pure and simple, pleasure-induced bliss.

 

As Bitch left, Taylor continued to relax in the bed, the knot and Brutus keeping her warm and happy while she lay in the bed, smelling Lisa’s shampoo for some reason.

 

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 Taylor lay on the couch, sprawled out across it, her head in Alec’s lap, neither of them really caring that the other was there. Alec was playing and his shooting game and Taylor was watching. There wasn’t really a reason why Taylor had her head on Alec’s lap, it was just a comfy spot, plus, Alec sometimes gave her head scratches.
 
 That was probably the best part of the bomb going off on her, sure the rest of it sucked, but she didn’t really process pain too well anymore, and now her scalp was super sensitive and it felt amazing to get her head scratched. Alec died again, and Taylor’s eyes widened while a grin spread on her face as she saw Alec’s hand come down off the controller and begin scratching her head.
 
 Taylor let out a small moan before she started purring as Alec sent her to nirvana, scratching her head. Taylor’s eyes rolled up as the tingles that went through her were divine, she never wanted it to stop. Yet, all good things come to an end, as Alec came back to life way too soon, and he pulled his hand from her head to keep playing. Taylor let out a small little huff, before going back to watching.
 
 Then Taylor felt someone coming up the stairs, and pulled herself from Alec’s lap, and walked to the stairs of the loft. Taylor could smell that they had brought groceries with them, and she could smell fish. Now she wanted fish.
 
 She’d been living in the loft ever since she had been turned into a catgirl, not really wanting to go back to Dad and have to explain to him that she had been turned into a catgirl from Bakuda’s bomb, granted that was only yesterday, and now she would have ample excuse for how she was turned into a catgirl, what with all the bombs going off around the city. She had called him however, and said that she was with her new friends. He had wanted her back or something, and she had said she would be or something, before hanging up.
 
 She couldn’t remember much, Brian had just walked out of the shower and headed to his room there to get changed back into his civilian clothes.
 
 She’d gone to ask him if he wanted to have sex, and she saw that he really considered it, her new body was definitely a turn on, her new bouncing breasts, her new sexy legs and ass that were all nice and sensuous. He refused her though, and so she’d been left with a fire in her that she hadn’t been able to satisfy all day. It had been rather forward, but she had wanted it, and she hadn’t exactly felt exactly why it was wrong. Granted Taylor understood intellectually, but lately that didn’t matter as much.
 
 Lately she had been understanding some of Rachel’s various hang ups when it came to human interaction. The transformation had led her to being more cat-like lately. Acting like she didn’t care but really did, coming and bugging people, and finding tall places to just lay around on.
 
 “Need some help with that?” Taylor asked, and Lisa looked up to see Taylor.
 
 “Yeah, go put this on the table,” Taylor felt a kind of compulsion at the order. She could easily resist it, but there wasn’t really a reason to, that and it felt good to follow orders. That was another new thing, she got a small rush of endorphins when she followed orders, thus making her more obedient to those that ordered her around. It was weird but since Taylor could just as easily ignore them, and just not receive the endorphin rush, it didn’t really hurt her that much.
 
 Grabbing a few bags from Lisa’s arms, she walked alongside Lisa and put them on the table, feeling a small rush of endorphins as she did. Another order complete, another good feeling. Taylor without prompting started putting the groceries away in the Undersider’s fridge. The feeling reminded her of Rachel. They had experimented a bit with the new obedience feeling, and Rachel had gone straight for it. They understood each other better, and were taking many of the same social cues now, despite Rachel being more of a Dog lover and wired for canine instincts and Taylor wired for more feline instincts. Yet the two got along well, and while exploring the changes to her, she had… kind of fallen into the roll of a pet for Rachel, following her commands almost like one of her obedient dogs, and she understood how Taylor was both feeling good from being ordered around, and how she was feeling more aroused as well.
 
 Taylor then remembered how Rachel thought that she needed a collar, and Taylor couldn’t help but find the idea hot.
 
 “You’re going to have to go back to your Dad at some point and get all this sorted out.” Lisa said, having sat down at the table while Taylor was putting stuff away. Taylor frowned, she would really rather not. Not only had she essentially become a villain, but she hadn’t been able to find out the Undersider’s boss yet, that and she didn’t exactly have the street cred to really, that and she couldn’t really reveal that she had bug powers since they knew that Skitter had bug powers.
 
 “I know.”
 
 “You’ll probably have to go in for testing,” Lisa continued, and Taylor nodded, she already knew this.
 
 “I mean you could hide it, but I don’t know how well that would work long term,” Taylor just nodded along. School was really going to suck...
 
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