Beehind Your Back

WARNING! THIS "THE MIGHTY B!" FANFICTION CONTAINS EROTIC SEXUAL CONTENT, SODOMY, MOLESTATION, KISSING, SUGGESTIVE INNUENDOS, BLOOD DRINKING, AND, TO TOP IT ALL OFF, BESTIALITY! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANY OF THESE SUBJECTS (or a total pansy and a wuss!) IF YOU WISH TO READ, OR BETTER YET, HAVE AN INSANE FETICH FOR SEXUAL CONTENT BETWEEN A FEMALE HUMAN AND A MALE DOG, OR ARE NOW GROWING A FETISH FOR IT, AND IF YOU WOULD JUST LOVE TO READ A SEVERELY CORRUPTED WRITING OF A G RATED NICKTOON, PLEASE, I URGE YOU TO CONTINUE.

*Note that this is my first ever writing on bestiality, so give me your input!*


Happy Walter Higgenbottom was finally free. Free to what ever his dog heart desired! He could eat all of the junk food he wanted without a fear of being punished, or worse, yelled at, or worse, glared at, to meet those anger fueled eyes of his owner. He hated just how many times she had used that, that phrase, the truth. 'The streets!' Those words seemed to hurt his ears. He hated how she used it, the truth, against him. It hurt, because he knew, that if she hadn't been there to save him, he would have starved, dehydrated and would have died young, and not to mention, dying alone, with no one to love, no mother to comfort and heal his wounds. It hurt, because it was, he knew, it was, nothing but the truth. He growled at the memories, the last time he ever saw her, her eyes lit with a fiery anger and rage, and now, rethinking it, jealousy. 'It was all just jealousy.' Happy thought to himself, using every ounce of energy to force himself to believe it. 'She was just jealous because someone else loves me more than she does!' It was, just a lie he tricked into himself, and suddenly, his ears pricked up, for there was something else he had saw. Hurt, longing and heart break. As much as the puppy tried, he never forgot that. He knew he had been using anger to block out her pained emotions, growling and barking back at her only to feel better about the way he felt, denial and shame, all sorrowful emotions he felt toward his owner. He loved the way Bessie would pet him, scratch behind his ears, he loved her kind praise and affection, reminding him subconsciously of his own mother. Looking back upon it, he had three mothers. His own, Bessie, and now, ever so kindly taking him in, Portia. He knew she had been mean to his owner, his...other owner, he recalled Portia giving him a cookie, the bait, seeing her sneering smile, and vengeful, cruel, and hateful eyes, but he just simply couldn't resist revealing just how he felt to Bessie. He had already told her that he didn't need her care and she already insisted he leave, even though, he knew it was all a false cover up. His new owner had treated him quite nicely, giving him plenty of food, water and passionate care, but little did he know that Portia had been plotting something...a special surprise, but not so much for him, as it was herself. He had heard her mention to him something about a special, and secret surprise, guaranteed him treats, much love and passionate affection, and it would be much more than Bessie had ever given to him. Little did he know what he was getting himself into upon agreement!

Happy could hardly wait! His tail twitching, ears quivering, mouth salivating, imagining the taste of treats, fur sticking up slightly, an energy running through him, so eager, wanting what it was Portia had planned for him, or more so, herself. He knew, all too well he would most certainly be a part of it, his little doggie mind was going wild, as soon as he saw her shadow approaching, he yelped with ecstasy, tongue hanging out in spasms, saliva edging his chops, ears held high, tail wagging with such curiosity he was sure it would just pop off! In came Portia, wearing her bath robe, and oddly enough, her sash, walking over and laying her hand upon his head, for her nails to scratch him, until the point of light pain. Happy took a small grunt as her firm touch but still held himself in glee and hope, Happy to look up at her, catching her eyes, a lustful shine, a diabolical grin on her face, Happy could tell her mind too was excited by something, but, what? Her surprise, obviously! His tail wagged hyperactively. She now stroked him soothingly at the very base of his tail. Portia felt him quiver, she knew she had something, her brow raised slightly, and she persisted. "You're such a good dog." She said to him, voice calm, but not at all mellow. With his keen dog hearing, Happy could clearly hear she had been thrilled of something, eager, hiding some huge force of energy from him. She began to come to his level and stroking him softly behind his ears, her hand trailing down to his neck. Happy felt his eye lids getting heavy, he even felt dazed by her finger work, his back arching slightly, his head falling low, Happy letting loose a small moan. This made Portia very pleased! Her hand wandered to the lower portion of his front right leg, and her index finger scratched his upper stomach, plump and warm, it rippling slightly at her delicate touch. Her hand trailed lower, and as soon as Happy went wallowing on the ground, over turning himself, begging for her fingers to run across his plump tummy, she stopped. Instead, she exchanged a disgusted grunt. "Totally gross! I can't do this on the floor." Happy was confused. His eyes came open. "You need to go to the bed." Happy grumbled a bit then walked to where he had been assigned sleep. Immediately, he was met by her angered voice. "What are you doing?" She now glared at him. Happy reminisced for a moment, upon his past mothers eyes. She had the same look, but something, oh, something was different, the was her new mother glared! He curled up in fright. Happy merely told her that he had heard her correctly, to go to the bed! "That's not what I meant." She sneered, then walked to her own bed. Something, very different indeed! Normally, she would have beaten him with her words if he so much as even slightly sniffed her bed! She then smiled to him and used a simple gesture, beckoning him to come to her level. The fat dog hobbled over to her, and tried with all of his doggie might, or, what was still able to withstand and bare through lifting all of that weight, and finally, got himself decently upon the bed, his hind quarters still hanging off just a little. A little too much apparently for Portia! She then struck him upon his lower tail portions, Happy, now not so happy, leaped into the air, with a squeal of pain and in an instant, he found himself in her lap, flat upon his back. "That's a good dog...a very good dog." Happy barked in question. She then ran her fingers passionately down his left leg, sending his appendage twitching. He began to pant in reaction. Her strokes became faster, his leg twitching in radical spasms, until he thought he had lost utter control! She then came close, her nose almost touching his. "What do ya say? Bet that's better than Messie ever gave you." Happy began to question it now. Though, he hated to admit, which, he never did, she...was! She was better than Bessie! Portia was able to make his legs spasm until burning pain! Bessie could never do that! She never willed to cause him pain! Never! But Happy sure loved it, before the after math. He thought he could never be any more than Happy! His eyes drifted open, over coming his pain, then he yelped for her approval for more. "Oh, I know you want more...and so do I." With that, she viciously, and he was quite sure that she meant it to be just that, thrust him from her lap over to her bed, scratched both of his lower legs, causing Happy to howl in pain and utter doggie ecstasy! It was the wildest, and, somehow, even erotic thing he had ever felt! It was painful, but oh so pleasurable! He went kicking, flailing, squinting, drooling! He thought he would surely go mad! Finally, after about two minutes, two long minutes, she slowed in her movement, until the scratches she had given him seemingly began to sing of how gentle she now became, no medicine, just a light touch. She let him catch his breath, then Portia came low on her side, meeting his face, able to see the slight water in his eyes, the small amount of nose tears just barely hanging from his muzzle. "Let that just be a message to you, and hopefully, you'll remember it." Suddenly, Happy felt her holding him rather roughly by the ears, her eyes narrowing. "No one...walks out on Portia Gibbons!"

Those became her words of awful wisdom. Her voice was now obviously quite malicious and worthy of horrified emotions, until they spilled over the brim of all those you love and cherish. "You had better not forget that!" She then began to wag her index finger in his face. "No one walks out on Portia Gibbons! No one! No one...ever...walks out on Portia Gibbons!" While speaking, her other hand grazed over his ears, he felt as if he were being hypnotized! When in fact, it was more than hypnotism, deeper than hypnotism, stronger than hypnotism, it was seduction! Happy found himself unable to take his eyes off of hers, her words repeating themselves in his mind. Taking her index finger, she began to run it down the right side of his throat, and as sharp as her nails were, Happy was surprised when it didn't slice him open! Instead it traveled to his stomach and made its circular mark upon his very middle slab of blubbering belly, Portia intensely watching his rippled flesh bubbling beneath his gray furs, all at command of her finger. She had quite cunningly found his tickle spot, he had recalled Bessie, poking him there, but never...like this. His belly Portia made sear in sensation, Happy helpless but to release small sounds of surprise and glee, his back arching slightly, she came closer, and her other hand came round, jabbing him in his middle neck and down his spine, Happy trembled at her touch. His back arched even greater to an extent. Then the feminine human became more excited. Something about his quivering she liked...a lot! Happy with his dog senses could detect it. Her finger left his stomach and wrapped all the way until it met with her other, her phalanges continuing their taunting. Without even the slightest warning, Happy felt something on his nose, but before he could even feel it, he could smell it. 'Sushi!' As soon as Happy thought of it, that day when she had slipped him tender slices of uncooked fish, he could vividly feel it on his wet nose. He licked his chops, longing to taste it again, when his tongue came in contact with another surface. Dry underneath, but lubricated with some very salty sauce! Of course! Soy sauce! Happy's tail swayed, he wanted it so badly! He licked again, but this time, it was sure salty, but also, somewhat sweet. Settling his tongue, it moved rhythmically! Same with what ever was on his nose! Opening his eyes he found Portia, face to face with him, licking his nose! He now pushed away, but those eyes opened. 'I guess I must warn you again.' They told him. Happy needed no further glare. He gave a whimper, somewhat submissively. She continued, her grip getting stronger. Her tongue ventured into the left nostril. Happy felt like sneezing, but she prevented him from the action. To the right. He found that Portia had been ever so skillfully evading his unsightly nasal plants, weeding herself into his hair, taunting him. Every time he felt like sneezing, she found a way to prevent it. Finally, she withdrew and pulled away, being sure to keep a firm hold on him. Happy, was now, not so happy, and questioned her actions. "I may be a clean freak, but even Portia has to get her hands dirty!" It was no time at all! Happy howled in shock, shame and embarrassment, face getting hot as he felt something slide and sink into his lower doggie abdomen.

"Surprise!" She whispered to him, wearing a horrible grin! Happy was most defiantly, not Happy! Happy felt motion inside of him, as if maggots had found in their way. She laughed a bit before silencing the dogs howling fit, implanting herself well within his mouth. This, had been what she was waiting for! She didn't mind his dog breath, now that she was helping herself to a companion, her pet, her male slave, her male servant, her pet prostitute. Happy groaned at her contact. Portia exchanged vocal gestures as well, sliding further into his saliva coated mouth. Just as she had done herself in his nose, weaving between his teeth, over his tongue and down his throat. This was, indeed her first kiss with a dog, and she was, very good at her job! Portia struggled a little, but positioned herself atop Happy, her own heart beats surging through him and Happy, just that as well. She had to note that his heart rate was quite fast, and hers was picking up, and that was just the beginning! Portia was never going to stop, until she was one hundred percent satisfied! Happy still howled, but they had settled into moans, very submissive moans as her kiss became more intense, her hands now working deep in his spine. Normally, just the thought of dog breath made her gag, but now that she had found an ample opportunity, she loved every second of it, his flavor, sickeningly sweet from all of the cookies he had eaten, she now becoming very animalistic and lapping away all of his saliva she could, downing it as if her life depended upon every microscopic drop of his oral liquid. She, after an agonizing five minutes, pulled herself from within him, both, at front and back. "Very good dog." Portia sneered, patting him on his head, scratching his ears. Her voice Happy could tell was boiling with lust, overflowing with emotion and sweet sensation, and, Portia could vividly see, even from behind and beyond the fur, the pink rededness of Happy's face, he was clearly blushing. "You're adorable when you blush." She whispered to him. Happy protested her further contact, but Portia, being the spoiled rotten witch that she was refused, pulling him over by an ear, Happy shrieking at the sharp shooting pain. "Where do you think you're going?" She sneered, staring him in the eye. "Remember, no one walks out on Portia Gibbons! You're so not going anywhere!" Portia mockingly laughed a little, and Happy, although being completely aware of her new fetish, was not expecting what happened next until he felt her warm hand griping at his frontal lobe.

That was the loudest thing she had gotten out of him yet! Portia clearly saw his face when it grew to a blood red and gave him a rather wet lick upon his dog lips, trailing until it met at his non severed ear, Happy listening to her breathing. She whispered to him affectionately. "Good boy." The sly Portia said softly to him, now nibbling on his whole ear. Happy fell into a slight trance, feeling her teeth on his ear, recalling just how the length other ear had gone. He whimpered a little, and that triggered a response in his new mother. Her hand moved. Happy yelped a little. "Good boy." She said again. She moved away from him slightly. "Now...howl." With that, she gave him a thrust of her fingers, his mouth got wide, but all that came forth was a loud yelp which was met by a sharp tug of his ears. "Howl! I need you to howl! Howl Happy! Be a good dog and howl for Portia!" Each time, her hand tugged upon his sausage, and finally, Happy let her have it. His mouth opened wide and he let out several small doggie cries, pleasing her ear. "Good boy. Good boy." Portia told him, still straining his dog toy. "That's a very good boy." Happy howled longer and louder, not liking this one bit! Portia could feel adrenaline running through her veins, heart racing, endorphins pumping, she thought she would go mad with her ecstasy. Suddenly, Happy felt something placed about his neck. A leash! Now he knew he could do nothing about this at all! "Now, for the surprise!" Happy watched Portia remove her sash and tie it around the little throat of Happy, despite the leash and collar, but not before dragging it over his body, trailing it over his face eventually, Happy sensed that she used it as a means to be showing off her superiority and dominance over him, in this he was right. Not even minding to cover herself, Portia whipped off her robe tie and revealed her nearly hairless, furless body to him. Happy went to cover his eyes, but felt her hands pinning his front legs down, on top of him and smiling down upon him sadistically, baring her sharp canines in a demonic laugh, her tongue appearing to be the sharpest of all snakes forks! Portia, now highly overcome with lust gave him several sloppy kisses all about his face, grabbing at him, yanking fur, pinching his tummy, pulling on ears and even licking away the tears that ran down his horrified face, taking her time to speak to him quickly between her attack kisses, whip like lickings and now, even her fierce snapping of teeth. "Oh Happy! You're a happy doggie! You're a happy doggie aren't you?" She now gnashed her pearly whites at him, nipping him on his cheeks, nose, muzzle and neck, not even caring to remove the hairs that were in between her teeth. Happy was shaking in utter horror, whimpering and whining in pain, begging for her new owner to be kind, gentle and not do what she was about to do to him anyway no matter how much he protested, cause she's spoiled like that. Suddenly there was a sharp pain at Happy's face when she struck him with the robe tie. "Bad dog!" She scolded through a smile, despite the fact she had been thinking just to exact opposite of him, and was just telling him what a good dog he was. Portia laid into him and she really let him have it this time. Her nails dug in skin, even drawing blood to the surface as she did it, her final move, stripping him of all doggy virginities, and Portia herself knew too well what she had just gotten herself into, and, to really be dead honest, that's what she had planned all along! To steal Happy from Bessie, and...

Happy was too horrified to scream from the pain of her nails, but the pain he felt somewhere else, and all over him. She smacked him again. "Oh Happy! You're such a good dog!" She bellowed, continuing to beat him over the head with the tie. Her nails ran painfully down his ribs, Happy crying out in pain and anguish, Portia, doing the same, only out of sheer delight. "Good boy Happy! You make mommy happy! You make mommy very happy! Make me proud! Prove your loyalty! Be the best dog you can!" Happy she felt was getting hard to handle and manage, his energy, almost too much to maintain. She kept whipping him in the face with her robe tie, snapping it as if she were on a dog sled, frightening the one below her, inside of her, making him quiver, pleasing her so, Happy could make out two blue arteries throbbing in her neck, swelling to the point of looking painful, some sort of sounds swirling around them, screaming filling the room, Happy could hear it, but at the same time, couldn't, sounds, buzzing and whirling about, like a bee swarm, dozens, hundreds, thousands, millions of bees, everywhere, but no where, here in an instant, gone in a flash, the crack of her whip breaking the sound barrier, then those sounds came flooding back. What were they? Those high pitched noises? They sounded like, someone screaming! No, two! Two people screaming at the top of their lungs! "You've got a lot of spunk! That's a very naughty boy Happy! Very naughty! Mommy likes a naughty boy!" Her face turned blood red, just as Happy was all over now. Happy now could hear those screaming voices, those horrified helpless pleads, those high pitched, erotic, feminine squeals of ecstasy, himself and Portia! The one above could feel his heat as his panic went rising, increasing and making her job just that so much easier and thoroughly enjoyable, she let out a horrid bloodcurdling scream in her pleasured state, cheeks pressed upward in a lusty smile and even appearing to be painful, Happy groaning and screaming as best he could through her smothering kisses and harsh brandings of lashing out at him with that tie. Her screams hurt his ears, and her sweat dripped all about his face. Happy was close to breaking and spilling into her which is just what Portia had so longed for of his doggie beef stick. "Oh, come on, Happy!" She groaned, smothering his face with her hands. "You know...you know you want to! Yes! Yes Happy! Yes! Give Portia some delicious doggie treats!" Portia eagerlingly licked her lips, those arteries running through her throat pulsing fiercely, faster, harder, Happy thought they might just rupture and flow all about the place, just as he felt he would, at any moment! Happy tried. He really did. He tried and fought with every muscle in his aching body! He didn't want to! Not inside of his new mother, no matter how much she willed of him. Happy let out the highest howl he had ever done in all of his dog life, and Portia knew just what his next move was, and she too could vividly make out those blue paths in his throat bursting and beating from behind the fur. Suddenly, and finally, it was over. Happy tried to remove himself from her, but she kept him in his dog house with a very tight squeeze, embraced and locked in a hug. Portia longed for it, his warm liquid to come bursting in, her eyes watering a bit in lust and eager anticipation, saliva dripping from her mouth, wanting to taste it, oh so much! "Who's a happy dog?" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "Oh Happy...you are! You're a happy dog and you make Portia...so happy! So, very, happy!" Happy hated to hear this, her decibel level making his ears hurt, feeling to the point of rupturing, the emotion, the ecstasy, the lust, the hunger, overwhelming! "Oh, come on Happy! Come on! DON'T HOLD BACK! DON'T...FIGHT IT!" Happy howled as loud as he could, trying his best to block out her harmful words. "PORTIA LOVES YOU...SO MUCH! I KNOW YOU LOVE ME! GIVE PORTIA SOME LOVE! PROVE YOUR LOYALTY HAPPY! SHOW PORTIA YOUR LOVE! I NEED IT SO BAD...I CAN TASTE IT! GIVE TO ME! GIVE IT! GIVE PORTIA SOME LOVE! OH YES HAPPY! YES! YES!" Her eyes watered, closed tight, tears rolling down her cheeks and dripping upon the dog, so gleeful and caught up in her long awaited moment of lust, then they, at the same time exchanged a scream to each other, and Portia felt his hot sticky treats flowing through her body, and as he let loose his ancient wolf encoded DNA inside, Portia bit him hard on his neck, to the point of blood, and bellowed straight in his ears! Then, nothing but panting, a sigh or two, and heavy breathing, the sweet, salty and venomous scent of sweat, blood, tears, fear, horror, dread and lust in the air, a stench of erotic pleasures hovering at their noses. Portia grazed her tongue over the red area on Happy's neck, the savory taste of blood filing her mouth, exciting her taste buds, making her shudder, Portia then removed the weak, trembling dog and cleansed him in a way that would have been completely natural for Happy, if Portia hadn't been the one wrapping her tongue around him and lapping away his fluid, her dessert for the night, drinking him out until dry. Never mind removing him from the leash. Tonight, Happy wasn't going to sleep in the dreadful cage, he got something even worse, to sleep in the arms of his new owner. He would never forget her last, breathless words, never! "You know you should be glad...you left Bessie...you are...too good for her, way too good!"