Momo knew that peeking in at Kyoka's phone was wrong. She'd wanted to get her something, and figured gift ideas or some hint based on bands she liked would be the ticket, so hens he had a moment, she ran through her crush's phone and tried to find something she could work off of and play round with. Maybe Kyoka was into a band playing soon, Momo could get tickets, and that could be the date. It was an exciting thought and she welcomed the possibility, scrolling quickly about and certain she'd find something that could work.
Instead, she found dog pictures. Lots and lots of dog pictures. Curious, she kept moving on, having had no idea that Kyoka was an animal lover. But the deeper she went into the folder, the more it stopped being about big dogs and started being about cute girls and big dogs. Girls petting dogs, even kissing them. It was odd, but then came the girl giving a dog a handjob. The girl sucking a dog off. A video of a dog plunging his knot into some unseen girl's pussy and letting out a wild howl as he pumped her full of cum. Momo had stumbled on Kyoka's treasure trove of bestiality porn and there was really o way to be prepared for the idea that this was what she was doing now, and yet she couldn't look away, keeping up the enthralled and excited pace, captivated and watching in shock.
She had no idea that Kyoka was into this. Rather rightfully so there was no reason to expect anyone to be, and yet there it all was. Playing out in indecent joy before her eyes, and she was quick to close the phone back up and slip it onto the table again, suddenly full of guilt and weirdness that all circled around a very specific sensation she didn't feel right about. This was over the top, too much and excessive and so strange, but as she pulled back from it, Momo had to admit, a deep and gripping kind of curiosity filled her head with dizzy sin and curiosity, and she realized that she really was crazy about Kyoka, because her commitment to do even the most insane of things was soon to be her undoing.
Kyoka had been over for a study break. Momo had wanted to help a friend out, but in truth, she wanted to make a move on Kyoka and confess her feelings, and stepping out into the possibilities only to find instead a camera roll full of beast porn for Kyoka to perv on on the sly. The punk was almost back from the bathroom, and Momo was so full of confused and desperate thoughts she wished she was smart enough to think about more clearly, startled by the throbbing shame and weirdness of what she had seen, and moreover, by how unperturbed she was.
Being into girls fucking dogs was weird. Momo wasn't going to argue that point. But she felt so oddly prepared to be whatever Kyoka would like and be attracted to that the idea of actually letting that stop her didn't register, and he found herself leaning into the hazy tailspin quickly as she got up from her place. Her legs felt shaky, and Momo knew what she had to do and the lien she was about to cross before she even knew that she was ding it. The Yaoyorozu family had a dog. A 'guard dog' named Takahiro who, admittedly, wasn't much of a guard dog. The family had security aplenty, but a young Momo waned a dog and wanted a 'fierce guard dog', and so when she got a dog she demanded her parents name him the guard dog of the house.
Rising up to her feet, Momo moved through the house quickly. She had to. In the middle of the day Takahiro was usually out in the yard, and it wasn't a far shot from Momo's bedroom, but still she had to move like the wind to get to where she knew she would be all set, throwing herself into the deep end. She retrieved her dog and brought him back to her room, feeling the pressure upon her now, so hot and bizarre as she led the animal out of the yard and into her bedroom, having no idea how he would take this. "Come on, boy," she said. The big, bulky black dog was a fearsome sight to see, a huge animal who had been a young Momo's ideal of a strong and stoic guard animal..
He happily pattered on after her, secretly a big softie who was sweetly walking in after his owner, and Momo got him into the room, setting him down to curl up beside her on the floor as she waited for Kyoka's return, confident now in everything she was about to get up to. it was shaky and strange and so many kinds of wrong that Mom had no idea how she could possibly stomach doing this. But she felt resolute. Determined. Confident and steady in ways that didn't need to make sense or matter to her, she just needed them.
"Sorry I took so long," Kyoka said with a polite bow of her head. "Is everyt--" She stopped dead at the sight of Momo sitting on the floor with a dog curled up halfway around her, head in her lap, her hand caressing the back of his head and his neck. Momo had been particular and even a little bit evil in framing everything, going with a pose that had her mimicking one of the pictures she saw in Kyoka's phone, one of the preludes to a sexy photo shoot that had stuck in Momo's mind. Clearly it stuck in Kyoka's mind too, because she was shaken by the similarities and the suddenness of it all.
"Yeah, everything is fine," Momo said, playing it off. "Takahiro kept me company while you were gone. Oh, actually, the two of you haven't met, have you?" She smiled bright. "This is my good boy Takahiro, the loyal dog I've had since I was young. And I just love him so much."
Kyoka nodded slowly. "He looks like a good boy," she said, trying to brush off what she felt taking hold of her, her eyes drifting between Momo and the dog again and again, a twisted fascination taking hold of her as everything dragged her deeper and hotter into the weirdness of suddenly thinking about her friend in such impure ways, struggling with the thoughts and the temptation that began to creep upon her messier, faster, bringing her many distressing ideas and leaving little sense of how to best control the feelings taking root inside her.
"He's a very good boy," Momo said. "And I love him dearly. There's something really special about the beautiful bond between a girl and her dog, don't you think?"
Kyoka felt the heat, burning in embarrassment as she stumbled over her words, tripping on sentiments and thoughts that felt like hopeless and dizzy crashes. Something was amiss here and she wasn't sure what to think, certain of what was about to happen and frightened by the thought, but what could be done about it? She felt unsure and confused, a sudden wave of creeping heat washing slowly over her as she found herself leaning into the frustration now with little hope of overcoming the temptations and their demands.
"It's really good," she said, nodding in agreement and letting this happen, falling deeper into an entertainer sense she was on the verge of trouble.
"I'm personally more of a fan of different kind of bond myself, though..." Momo blushed, knowing she was about to take a huge plunge. "The bond between two girls deep in love with one another. Do you like that kind of bond too, Kyoka?"
Almost falling over from the utter bluntness of that confession and its advance, with all the weighty implications that came with it, Kyoka had no idea what to say, her gaze struggling now to meet Momo but feeling like it had to, like she was a coward if she tried to pull away and play bashful, her head spinning with these weird and powerful sensations. "Are you trying to..."
"I guess there isn't any point in trying to pretend. yes, Kyoka, I like you. And this is my way of confessing. I've seen what's on your phone, and I care so much about you that if it's what you want, I'm willing to have sex with Takahiro show that, and to give you what you want."
"You don't have to do that," Kyoka said. "Momo, I really... You don't need to do anything to make me care about you. I already do. My feelings are already set in stone, and I care about you so much that--"
"Stop," Momo said .She felt awful about cutting off Kyoka's words, because they were what she wanted so desperately to hear. But ti didn't matter; she felt the need burning up within her to get more than that. "I didn't say I wanted to make you care about me. I know you do, and it makes me so happy. This is about making you feel good, and indulging your fantasy. If you like me, then the question is, do you want to see the girl you like and her childhood dog have sex for your amusement?"
Kyoka chewed her bottom lip in utter panic and surprise, aflame with a rush of desires and feelings she was absolutely hopeless against. Everything came on so quickly, a weird and bubbling rush of sensations and frustrations leaving her with no time to think about what she was doing and how to best control herself. She was so full of worries and frustrations, a sense of longing that she felt like she was being enticed into. Something she shouldn't have given into, but which she also couldn't for the life of her deny was everything she wanted, a smoldering rush of sensations and needs coming on like fire as she leaned into it, as she explored her darkest needs and a sensation of heat throbbing across her body now, giving her what she wanted and not entirely sure how to deal with just how much she craved this.
"If I knew you had a dog..." Every last twisted fantasy waiting in Kyoka's mind suddenly rushed to the surface. "I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do. But if you do..." With a slow nod, she let herself give in to the weirdness and the departure from all sense that was soon going to ruin her. "It would make me happier than I've ever been."
Momo didn't know how to respond to all this commotion, all these weird, surging feelings demanding so much of her and leaving her feeling so foggy and helpless in the weird daze of want. To impress Kyoka and make her happy, Momo had committed to having sex with Takahiro, and there wasn't any way out of it now. The only way forward was down, and Momo was uncertain but committed, welcoming the weirdness and accepting it as what she had taken upon herself.
So Momo shifted into position, starting to peel her clothes off of her body in ready, lurid offering, biting her lip as she looked down toward the dog. Takahiro seemed confused by all of this, but he didn't pull back from her, even resting his head back down in her lap as she stripped out of her pants, left sitting in nothing but her underwear. Takahiro gave some lazy licks to her thigh that made Momo tremble, and she watched the shock play out on Kyoka's face; this wasn't much, but it was still having a profound effect on Kyoka, and foretold just how desperate a mess she would be when things actually got heated. So she continued, slowly taking her bra off, letting Kyoka's eyes fall onto her ample chest.
"I'll only go as far as you want me to go," Momo said. "You're the expert here, and this is about making you happy, so... Should I give my dog a handjob?"
Frozen in place and startled by how strange this all was, but so hopelessly turned on by it, Kyoka nodded in steady approval, burning with intense shame as she did so, but certain of her place here and how oddly, frustratingly good it felt to let herself give in. This wasn't right, but it was wrong in ways that were everything Kyoka needed now ,and she wanted to see this play out no matter how sinful it was, no matter how hotly and wrongly this all set her aflame. There was no time to waste on petty matters and worries now. it was about throwing herself into the deep end, tossing sense away and giving in to something so hot and fierce and powerful that she felt herself losing all grasp on controlling her desires as she went.
"Come on around boy," Momo said, reaching her hand toward her dog's groin and guiding him toward her. She felt insane about this, burning with a heat and a desire so messy and aimless that she wasn't sure if she'd be ready for the depths of what she was falling into here. She felt lost, confused, aimlessly drifting into something she didn't know how to deal with. So many feelings took her at once, so many sensations and ideas that came from grasping the flaccid cock of her dog and guiding him onto his back. Takahiro went cooperatively, rolling into position and letting Momo fondle his dick, which hardened in her grasp with a readiness and a heat that had Momo blushing furiously.
Grasping the oddly shaped dog dick was not the sort of thing Momo thought she'd have to do to impress the girl she liked. But there she was, giving a handjob to a very cooperative Takahiro. "Good boy," She said under her breath, cheeks alight with embarrassment and pressure, and she wasn't sure how to express the conflicting and bizarre feelings washing over her, but Momo was grateful that Takahiro was willing to help her out with Kyoka like this, the dog staring lovingly toward her as she pumped along his cock. Kyoka wondered how much was maybe being turned on by the softness of her hand along his cock, how much the dog wanted to fuck her. It was insane, but she kept going, and kept jerking off Takahiro.
"A handjob isn't interesting to watch, is it? Should I start to suck his cock now?" Momo looked up at Kyoka feeling feeling the pressure like never before. She had to do something here, but the only something she could feel was a steady crawl into deep frustration and weirdness.
Once more, Kyoka didn't say anything, she just nodded. The slow and tense assent of somebody who found herself accepting every last shred of wrongness with this situation upon herself without critical thought or concern. She just gave in, falling deeper still, giving herself up to everything asked of her and not caring about the repercussions of it, not caring about anything that wasn't leaning into the downward spiral and accepting it as right and good no matter how insane it all was. The pleasure was intoxicating, a shortcut into fierce and wild joys that felt like several steps too far now.
Momo pulled away from the dog and then shifted forward again slowly, hand still gripping Takahiro's cock as she shifted into a position hunched over him, bringing her kiss down onto his shaft and starting to lick along the dick in sensual and loving motions. She'd never sucked a cock before, and to start with a dog was not a good way to do anything. She worked with clumsy licks along the shaft, back and forth with little control or sense to what she was doing and a burning need to just push forward and accept what she was giving up to now. There was really no good reason to deal with these things the way she was, and a shivering confusion washed over Momo as she tried to.
Takahiro accepted all of this, lying comfortably on his back and allowing the hungry mouth to service him, showing no intention to care about anything that wasn't the steady and hungry oral worship Momo gave him as her clumsy blowjob provided a very focused and ecstatic joy to the dog. The burly black dog looked happy to be there and calmed down considerably in welcome offering to the feelings upon him, ready to accept them and showing no intention of slowing own as it all took its chaotic and exciting toll, bringing incredible spikes of joy along with it.
Kyoka couldn't help herself. Her hand slipped down her pants, fingers pressing the material of her panties flush against her mound as she welcomed the growing heat between her legs. "That's so hot," she moaned, giving some much needed attention between her legs and heaping on praise for Momo and what she was doing, hoping she could encourage her on for more as she indulged now in her darkest and most sinful needs, a depravity that whipped up inside of her with such strength and such ardor that she didn't know how to hold it all together. Her fingers were desperately at work now inside her, and the idea of slowing down seemed downright ludicrous.
The continued descent downward brought on so many weird and dizzy joys for Momo, who had no way to brace herself as she sank ever lower and learned step by step how good it felt to give in. She wouldn't be stopped now, throwing herself into the deep end and allowing the idea of unfettered joy to tear through her. Sucking a dog off didn't exactly inspire new heights of mad desperation and glee inside of Momo, but knowing Kyoka was enjoying the did, and in all fairness, seeing Takahiro so eager for more, yelping and barking about like he did under this intense oral adoration, tickled at some corner inside Momo that felt more and more okay with this by the second.
So much was still wrong. But locking eyes with both the girl she adored and with her dog as she did those wrong things brought out a new sensation inside of Momo, made her see everything she was up to differently. There was o much going on here and all of it felt like a high pressure mess of twisting sensations she had o time to react to reasonably, but that insanity propelled her further, gave her what she needed and filled her with a drive to keep going and to explore. She sucked off Takahiro and fell deeper still into the temptation of letting him enjoy her mouth, her body, all of her united and driven by a need to service and adore this dog and show him the over she felt so deep inside her. And then to bring that love in turn to Kyoka.
"I've never had so much fun watching a girl suck a dog off before," Kyoka confessed, grinding against her hand as she continued her needy and frustrated masturbation, driven by a mess of dizzy sensations coming on stronger and weirder as she let them take her. "You're doing so good, Momo. I love this, you're the perfect woman." She couldn't let up the needy motion of her hand, working at her dripping heat and accepting all the wild need that burned across her body. Everything was coming on just so quickly and without any way to deal with it all. Fantasy had become reality, and some part of her wanted to go over and join Momo in fucking the dog, but some part of her was so elated to see the girl she adored delving into her world all for her, and that kept her held back.
Momo was persistent and unstoppable. Keeping up with this weird and needy pace, she serviced the cock without a cock, sucking quicker, working at it wit so little sense or control, just wanting it so badly and not knowing how to contain herself. As long as she was giving in like this, there felt like no reason to slow it down. She just kept moving, weaving into this and discovering the ecstasy that waited her if she let it all take her by storm. There was so little focus or restraint here, but the idea of letting go enticed her, promising something wicked and wild and so very excessive. The frank reality of how she was blowing the family pet began to melt away from her a little bit, as she let reality slip her by and focused instead on the lust brewing between her legs.
Deepening desire and an ecstatic rush of molten joy all worked at Momo, who only wanted a girl to like her, but she couldn't help herself now, staring up toward Kyoka masturbating and burning with joy, looking back toward Takahiro and the way he seemed so excited by all of this. It was the most confusing and bizarre situation, but Momo was into it, and getting more into it as Takahiro's cock throbbed in her mouth, as she accepted what she was doing and allowed utter madness to take her over.
With eager barks and a senseless pule of utter joy, Takahiro came very suddenly and without much warning for what he did, just bucking, barking, letting loose a flood of hot dog cum that filled Momo's mouth, showing off the senseless joy of completely fucking losing herself. The idea of letting this take hold of her was so bizarre, and as she drew back from Takahiro's cock, she intended to push into that, to wallow in the wrongness and show off to Kyoka her mouthful of dog spunk, but the punk was already quick upon her. Holding onto Momo's head for balance, Kyoka pulled herself in and shared her first kiss with Momo. A kiss that she never thought would involve a mouthful of dog cum, but she couldn't help herself, moaning into the sloppy mess as Momo snowballed her some of Takahiro's cum, accepting the utter madness and wrongness of this situation as something they saw now as beautiful.
With their hearts racing and the thundering pace of their confused excitement driving them to cling close to one another, Momo felt so elated. This worked. It hadn't been at all as she intended, hadn't been sane or reasonable or even by any reasonable metric 'good'. But it was theirs, and as she pulled back and swallowed what dog cum remained in her mouth, Momo's thoughts were naturally on what more she could get from this. "I'm a virgin," she confessed. "Never been with anyone else before, and I want you to be my first girl, but before that happens, if you want, I'll let Takahiro be my first boy."
Kyoka squeezed Momo's hand tightly. The degree to which Momo had abandoned all sense for the sake of impressing her made Kyoka burn with joy, a delighted and slightly embarrassed excitement that she wanted to keep rolling with. "I'd love it," she confessed. If Momo was so determined to let this happen, there seemed like no reason to stop her now.
Feeling ready and confident about what she was doing, if only because now Kyoka was there to see it through with her, Momo got into position for her dog, down on all fours in front of him, pushing her panties down and welcoming the descent into utter insanity. "Come on, Takahiro," she purred, wiggling her hips. A look back over her shoulder showed her just how hungrily her beloved childhood pet stared at her. It was indecent to behold, a burning sense of surprise and panic washing over Momo as she realized just how Takahiro wanted this. He seemed excited by her, craving her more than a dog should have craved his owner. It excited her.
Takahiro was quickly upon her, climbing up onto Momo and moving with needy, wild lust to get what he wanted from her. The cravings and the desire were immediate and senseless, as she felt the dog cock shove into her, claiming her virginity and bringing her something unexpected and bizarre, a swell of need and desire and weirdness that she felt horribly defenseless against. No time to hold back, no chance to stop what was happening. Takahiro was upon her and Momo was stuck dealing with this plunge as it came on stronger, messier. "Takahiro!" she cried out as she felt him fill her, let him so roughly take him.
For a virgin, handling a big dog as heavy and bulky and aggressive as Takahiro was made for a real challenge. She struggled in worry and sudden panic under the fervor of the dog's thrusts into her, struggling and heaving under the pressure as she grabbed at Kyoka's pants, tugging them down as she pulled herself back up to her feet. Kyoka didn't see it coming, but Momo's lips clumsily latched on against her pussy and began to greedily suck at her pussy, at her clit, at her lips, at the dripping nectar that the aroused rocket was leaking all over from how hot and desperate she was. Momo wanted all of it.
Struggling now to hold on to what she was doing and control herself, Momo worked through how big Takahiro was through eating Kyoka out, hands tight on her hips to pull her in against her face as the slavish desperation carried her far and carried her hard. There was no reason to hold back how she felt, no sense in controlling herself or resisting the sweep temptation of letting it all play out, taking wild hold of her. Especially as Kyoka began to grind against her and she let herself give in, pulling back only to moan, "Compliment me." She was a needy wreck now, letting her dog fuck her for Kyoka's enjoyment, and in return, Momo craved validation and affection.
It was Kyoka's pleasure to shower her in it. "You're amazing!" she gasped, head rolling back, fingers spreading through Momo's hair as she pulled her deeper in. "So good. The most amazing woman I could possibly have feelings for! You're smart, beautiful, so kind, and you're willing to go so far for me. I love you, Momo!" The wild panic and heat that Momo showed was the only way she felt she could make sense of what she was giving in and giving up to, overwhelmed and without a chance to think clearly amid all these sensations thundering through her.
The words drove Momo, kept her moving as her dog fucked her, as she let Takahiro take her virginity and push her deep into the most wild and depraved things she had ever done. It was too much, a wild mess of senseless heat that pulled Momo into Kyoka's world. Maybe it was eating out her crush and how heavily the emotions he felt coloured her perceptions, but the pleasure was becoming so much that Momo found herself starting to like this. Her dog greedily hammering into her from behind felt wrong, but wrong in ways that were getting her of, starting to ease her into these depraved joys and a mess of searing delight that left her curious about seeking more. It didn't matter to her how weird and fucked up this was, how much she shouldn't have been involved like this. Something untamable had taken hold of Momo, and she welcomed it all into herself while keeping up the pace of devouring Kyoka and letting the pleasure burn her up brightly.
Overwhelmed and pushed deep now into something so weird and so wild that she didn't know how to control herself on this wild downward trajectory, doing her best to control the hazy spiral into submission that tore her apart. Her dog kept fucking her, and he was maybe too eager with it, his paws getting at her, trying to pull her over, away from Kyoka and away from anything else that might vie for her affections. Takahiro dragged her into a different position, onto her back for the beast as he held firm over her, consistent, ready, persisting with something frightening and fearless. He knew what he wanted, as he mounted her hard, positioning himself over her and hammering faster into her, a more missionary position kind of fuck that had Momo howling in surprise, a winding and unraveling heat she felt hopeless against.
Takahiro fucked her into the floor, panting and hammering, faster and rougher in is approach as Momo whined and writhed on the floor beneath him, dizzily in the throes of more frenzied and wild a treatment than she seemed able to deal with ,and indeed every passing second of being fucked like this induced within Momo complete joy, an unraveling ecstasy and thrill she felt like she just couldn't resist. She needed more, and the idea of throwing herself into this was so tempestuous and wild and absolutely unbelievable. Her legs pressed against the sides of her dog as his cock filled her so much, as he pushed into her with something to prove and so much pressure
"It's so much," Momo whined ,as Kyoka got down beside Momo to watch her go. "Maybe... Maybe too much? Fuck, Kyoka, it's so big. I'm a virgin, I can't do this." She whined, panting heavily, a needy mess struggling under so many sensations and dizzy swells of more feelings than she felt she could handle. In this position, Takahiro could get deeper into her, and Momo was helpless under the pressure of how hard he fucked, throbbing under a hazy shame and heat, a wickedness that continued bearing down upon her with all the ferocious might involved.
"It's okay, I'm here," Kyoka said, shoving down against Momo's breasts, grabbing them and starting to suck on one of her nipples. She sought to overwhelm the pressure with pleasure, sought to help soothe her frustrations with a love and affection potent enough to overcome the frustration and the discomfort. Her hands were all over Momo with a love and a directness strong enough to keep her calmer, complacent, ready to melt under the relaxation and the joy of being tended to. A good, thorough sucking of Momo's breasts would help, she hoped, and pushed herself into the pleasure without thought or restraint, unwilling to hesitate as she showered Momo in more love and praise, as much as she possibly could.
Moaning under the fitful weirdness of Kyoka touching her and adoring her body all over, the loving caress of hands on her breasts and the dizzy thrill of being loved so thoroughly, all brought such bizarre joy to Momo. She was overjoyed by the chance to feel these things, loving what Kyoka brought her and the relief of that love, craving now only more of it as she fell ever lower, fitful, moaning Kyoka's name over and over as she fell deeper into the molten joy of letting herself give in. The girl she loved was upon her and she couldn't have been happier, accepting at last the utter pleasure as she felt that final little surprise force its way into her.
Takahiro's knot wasn't easy. Or small. Momo hissed and winced under the desperation and panic of being filled with ti and treated to such hopeless and desperate sensation. But it was hers, and she felt confident in taking it on as her dog hung over her, groaning and growling and leaving Momo so stuffed with dick, so utterly satisfied. The knot forced its way in deep, locking his cock into her pussy and pumping her full of shot after shot of hot, thick cum that made Momo howl and twist as Kyoka continued tending to her breasts and soothing her, making sure she was well looked after and cared for even in the weird and senseless wake of being knotted .The fullness was a problem, but as Momo held on to Kyoka, she felt no amount of growing pains or soon-to-be-gone virginal stresses could ruin the beautiful thing she had found here.
"The knot," Momo whined. "It's inside."
"it is," Kyoka said. "It's alright, I'm here, I'll stay with you through all of it, I promise." She drifted up toward Momo and kissed her, but just as quickly drew back as Takahiro pushed forward to kiss her too. "I like seeing him kiss you almost as much as I like kissing you," she confessed, smiling happily under the temptation of indulging in more, wanting everything so badly and having no idea how to control it all. There was just so much happening and Momo was buried under the sensations of all of it bearing down upon her so strongly, wishing she knew what to say or do next, but being utterly hopeless in the throes of this moment and all its sweet, sinful joy.
"I love you," Momo whined. "And I'll fuck any animal you want. Not because I have to, but because I know how happy it makes you."
Kyoka pulled her down into more kisses again. "I love you too, and I can already tell you're starting to enjoy Takahiro. I'm glad we can share this together." As long as Kyoka was here, Momo was happily committed to seeing this insanity through, no matter what.