April 2018 Sketchbook pt. #1 (Patreon)

Part 1 of April 2018's Sketchbook!

And a little story! Disclaimer: I've not written much like this before, and I'm aware that teeeeechnically, hyenas aren't canines. But this is furry fantasy land so screw it :P

Annie's Knotty First

Annie would never have admitted early on that she had any kinks. She loved sex, and she would claim, that had always been enough. She'd never watched a lot of porn, her fantasies remained fairly vanilla, and she needed little more than a warm cock to think about in order to get her going. 

Until her friend, Aurelie, went travelling to the canine district where, aside from tourists, the only people who lived there were canines.  Aurelie, shameless as she was, documented everything that happened. Whether that be selfies by famous monuments, or videos of her rotating nightly partners. Annie had never really thought about going herself, but watching some of those videos, she wished she had. For starters, their were more hot canines than you could shake a stick at. And if they were shaking sticks, they were by no means small. Annie realized, embarrassed, that she'd never... well, she'd never really considered what it might be like to get knotted. But if Aurelie's vacation were anything to go by, it seemed like a lot of fun. 

So when Aurelie returned and came over for an evening of drinks and catching up. Annie didn't hesitate to ask the real questions.

"Sooo how was the red light district?" 

Aurelie laughed, twirling her drink. "Oh, Annie. I don't think I could describe it. You should just go!"

Annie shrugged a little, pretending not to be phased. "What's so good about it?"

"Dogs, Annie. Dogs everywhere. They're insatiable. They never run out of stamina. They're eager to please. And the cocks on them - seriously, I know you, you'd like it." 

Annie wanted to ask specifics, but didn't know how. She toyed around with all the ways of wording her question while Aurelie watched, a knowing look sparkling in her emerald eyes. 

"You're curious about knotting, aren't you?" 

Annie blushed furiously. "No! I mean, well, YEAH. Obviously. Not that I'm interested, but what's it. You know. Like?"

Aurelie grinned, leaning over and lowering her voice. "It's hard to describe," she giggled. Annie almost missed the pun, she was so eager to hear what Aurelie had to say. "They're big, and hot, and just when you think he can't get any bigger, the knot grows. So tight he can barely move inside you."

Annie didn't realize that her jaw had dropped, or that her eyes had glazed over slightly with the fantasy. "And?"

"And it's amazing," Aurelie said. "You just have to experience it. I told you."

After Aurelie went home, Annie decided she would. She wouldn't document it like Aurelie had, that was for certain. A small part of her felt... shy. Almost ashamed. That her fantasies were a bizarre fetish. But every night before her trip, she slipped a finger into the wet cleft between her thighs and imagined being penetrated by something much larger.

The day of her trip, Annie packed a slim fitting black dress with a neckline down to her navel and little else.  

(Sorry, this story is a WIP T_T I've run out of time this month)