A merciful hunter

Reuploaded after the site was remade, and my original account gone(Styndhrian). This was based on a roleplay between me and Rose_Paw_Designs.

Night falls upon the city of Wolfenwood, Ontario. The barking of dogs echoes in the distance as Canine Officer Conri begins his guard shift at the local hospital, his golden eyes alert and focused as he protects the building his handler loaned him to. A white German Shepherd Dog, he is a rarity for his breed. His body is muscled beyond normal proportions with legs dedicated to running down violent criminals and jaws for crushing bone. His sparkling white fur is a testament to his vitality. His handler elected for him to breed after retiring from the police force, so he is unneutered, larger than average for his species with a nine inch cock and a three inch thick knot, ready to breed even the most reluctant bitch. A few streets away from the main hospital campus there is a lab building, inside a treasure of experimental drugs for rare and highly infectious diseases; this is what Conri is supposed to guard, leaving the other dogs to patrol the main building. Conri slowly walks down the street in search of something to do on patrol, unaware of the events soon to occur.

Lea emerges from her room in the hospital, wearing only a hospital gown; her IV disconnected for the night. The pale girl is young, barely able to be considered anything more than a child. Her body is wasting away from an aggressive form of leukemia, her young mind plagued by the certain death sentence after a painful battle filled with pills and needle pokes. Her skin is translucent, showing every vein in a faint yellow hue of bruised flesh. She heard news of an experimental cure for her disease being tested in the lab down the street from this hospital. She knows her family has no money, her parents abandoning her to the state after the cost of her chemotherapy left them unable to afford food for themselves; so she’s decided to steal the drug. As she sneaks away, she hides from Conri’s view, the police dog for now, is unaware of the intent of this girl.

Lea climbs through the window of the lab, grabbing the vial of medicine from the fridge, looking around for cameras before remembering the lab is the oldest part of the building and cameras are not installed. She’s succeeded in getting her hands on the medicine, now perhaps once she injects it, she can live normally, without fear of germs and without the daily needle pokes.

As Lea climbs back out the window, she hears a sniffing noise, and knows Conri is nearby. She begins to run, her feet silent on the street as she weaves to avoid any possible onlookers. She steps on a rock as she hides from another guard dog, and cries out, the other dog oblivious to the sound, but Conri hears her and pricking his ears in her direction, begins running. Lea weaves between the buildings, her foot bleeding from the impact of the stone, her mind pushing thoughts of infection away as she concentrates on evading the dog.

Conri’s paws hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, knowing his handler is miles away, at home with his family. The dog is trained to move at a steady pace until he catches up with his prey, then put on speed to overtake them. Conri normally goes after violent criminals, men who have been street-hardened by a life of crime and prison sentences, so he’s completely unprepared for the scent of illness assaulting his nose as he finds the girl’s bloody footprints.

Lea’s heart races as she hears a snarl, knowing the police dog is catching up. She can hear sirens in the distance and knows she’s tripped a silent alarm. She curses her luck as she ducks behind a building, without looking back.Conri pauses for a moment, startled by a small child he sees stealing from the hospital. She smells so ill he’s thrown for a minute before he notices she’s running again, and barking a curse at himself for getting distracted, he takes off, his muscles rippling beneath his thick white fur as he hunts this child. His handlers trusted him with this job, and so he’ll finish it, even if it means a sick child is arrested. He can smell the medicine on the air and her illness; he knows he’s close to catching her. Conri runs, weaving through buildings as he tracks her and chases her before coming to a closed door.

Lea’s immune system had been ruined by radiation and intense chemotherapy in a vain attempt to combat the illness at the hospital. She can feel dizziness setting in and as she wheezes, she knows she must stop. She quickly ducks into a shed used for storing extra beds during infectious epidemics and sits down, knowing she’ll be captured by the dog at her heels.

Conri scratches at the door, digging with his paws until his nails are ragged and whimpering loudly. The door opens, surprising the canine officer as most criminals would remain in hiding. He growls, ears pinned back and a snarl on his face ready to attack if this is a trick as he walks in. He realizes with the girl’s hunched over posture, that her illness is what made her stop, and Conri relaxes, his tail wagging an apology for making her worse. He knows his handlers are miles away, and that this child cannot escape, and so he sniffs her, trying to learn more about this sick little girl.

Lea is surprised when she feels the dog’s cold nose, and even more surprised when she feels his tongue running over her flesh. The darkness of the building nearly blinds her, but with the moon rising and the setting sun, she can make out the dog’s fur, pale white in color. She notices a collar on the dog, and looking closer, she can see the name, Canine Officer Conri. The dog is a police dog. Despite this, she lightly coos, enjoying the gentle tongue caressing her hand. As if by instinct, Lea pets Conri, hearing

him whimper pleadingly at her, as if begging forgiveness. Lea was taught that she should avoid animals, since they can infect her already weakened body with their germs and her immune system couldn’t fight the infections off. He knows she shouldn’t be outside, and if he hadn’t chased her, maybe she wouldn’t be stuck in this shed with him. He puts his front paws on the bed and nuzzles his face into her shoulder murring contentedly in a show of affection. Something in him knows his face will probably be the last one she sees.

“No, don’t worry… I need company now. I’ve never been this close to a dog, you know?” Lea says softly, hugging Conri close. These may be the best moments of her life. She can see the dog slipping from his sheath as he sits in front of her, the thought making her smile. She took a program the first year of high school that taught her of sex, but this is her first time seeing one in person. It’s so nice to see the real world…

Conri feels the sadness in the girl’s voice as well as the joy and he cannot help himself, rising to his feet and standing with his front paws on the bed, he licks Lea, his gentle pink tongue bathing her chest and neck through the flimsy hospital gown. His acute sense of smell makes him notice the beginnings of arousal in this girl and he reacts, his shaft throbbing and protruding more from his sheath, despite the difference in species. He wonders if this child would allow him to take her, knowing he couldn’t breed her, but for some reason wanting to try.

Lea remembers the vial in her hand and she reads the print for the first time, noticing words that stun her: “This prototype cure has not yet achieved the desired effect of permanently curing the disease. Only works for several months before symptoms return” Lea knows her fate. Her face turns to stone and she nearly drops the vial.

Conri, being merely a canine cannot read, but he immediately senses the changes in this girl and nuzzles her. His action is no longer an apology, but an attempt to try and make her alright again. He licks her face, his warm pink tongue stroking her cheek, trying to convince her everything will be okay.

Knowing his attempt to cheer her up is futile, Lea appreciates his effort, turning to him she briefly thinks it’s futile to talk to a dog, but believing he’ll understand her, she speaks. Lea runs her hands over the dog’s collar, finding the nameplate and reading it.

“Although the prototype will not cure me, and I will die...I will die after having met a nice friend. Conri, thank you, for everything you did. I’m sorry I stole the

medicine, it won’t help me anyway. Is there something I could do for you?” Lea asks as she looks at the white police dog sitting at her feet. Conri sits straight up, hearing her words and hoping this child would be willing to take him. He slips from his sheath almost completely; his red length engorged with blood as it bobs from the new position and hits the back of his front leg, coating it with the lubrication fluid in preparation to take a female. Conri looks up at Lea, wagging his tail and whimpering pitifully.

“Oh? You want to mate with me…..alright. It will be my first time. I’ll finally know if sex is really as fun as people who’ve had it say. Just…..please, let me take off my gown.” Lea says as she stands and begins to undress. Soon, she’s done. Through her mind, thoughts of sex flood her. She thinks even the painful things might not be bad, if they were real sensations, unchanged by drugs of the sterile atmosphere of the hospital.

Conri’s eyes flash wide as he sees in muted hues, the effects of illness and chemotherapy on this child, her skin pale and every vein visible beneath its protective shield. Her scents assault his nose in a symphony of information, especially one scent; her heat. She’s fully ready to take him. He whimpers as she remains standing, nudging her with his nose toward the bed so she’ll sit. He growls softly when she moves slowly, and when she’s finally sitting he sits, whimpering softly. He nudges her legs apart with his nose and puts his front paws on the bed, knowing this human is far too weak to be taken on all fours. He lowers his head and begins to lap at her exposed folds, tasting her.

Lea’s breathing quickens, she gasps for breath for the first time not as a result of her illness.

“That feels nice….that long tongue…..Ahhh….I don’t know what’s happening!” Leas groans with sensory overload. As she fights for awareness, she pledges,

“I’ll let you take me however you want, don’t worry, we both need fun at least once in our lives.”

Conri snarls as he hears this, pleasure erupting in his mind as his claws scramble to grab the human’s hips as he lifts himself onto the bed. His cock is lined up with her opening, his height and length allowing him to do what others of his breed wouldn’t be able to. He thrusts forward, driven by instinct and hits hit mark, a few inches of his cock slipping into the human’s virgin opening. The scent of blood and the child’s tears reach his nose as he thrusts slowly, filling her until only his knot remains outside her depths.

Lea winces as Conri spears through her, but soon pleasure overtakes. She feels better, alive actually. She feels his warm cock inside her and moaning, she spreads herself as she becomes used to the invading shaft.

“It’s nice….not even the pain is bad…..your dick is so nice, Conri.” Lea whimpers softly as she blushes intensely. She smiles, petting the dog, as if to get him to start mating.

Conri growls in pleasure as he feels Lea petting him, and takes her arm in his mouth, knowing that while he’d sink his fangs into a bitch’s neck, hers would break if he bit too hard. His instinct takes over and he humps into Lea, harder and faster as his jaws clamp down on her arm. He snarls and growls as he batters her inner walls with his well hung tool, his eyes glazing over as instinct overtakes his reasoning.

Lea’s eyes roll inward as her canine friend takes her by surprise with his speed, and the grip of his fangs on her arm feels nice, somehow. Although the fangs are cutting into her and drawing blood, Lea doesn’t move her arm at all. She just moans and goes with the pace Conri sets, yipping in pleasure with breathy moans. Her young inner walls are filled completely by this dog, and she feels like she’s in heaven.

Conri snarls louder this time, a howl ripping through his massive jaws as he shoves his knot into the child, his jaws clamping down on her arm almost hard enough to break it, her blood filling his mouth as he stands tied to her.

Lea screams when the combined sensations fuse into one, she clamps her legs around Conri and cums hard, covering his cock with their combined fluids. The orgasm lasts long as Lea looks at Conri, his jaws still buried in her arm, with amazement. She almost wants to tell him to bite harder, to rip her apart, but she thinks even as a dog he’ll think her crazy. She can’t understand why this feels so good.

Conri growls louder, a feral tone invading his voice, he’s tied to his mate and she’s his. His muzzle is stained with her blood, the lifegiving fluid staining his coat like paint. He wonders if he should show this girl mercy the human race will not, and tear through her throat while they’re tied, giving her a death she’d enjoy. His jaws rip into her arm harder, tearing through muscle and scraping against her brittle bones.

Sensing his instincts have kicked in and knowing he’ll bite if she tells him to, Lea looks up at him panting.

“S-so good…please…tear and rip everything off…I might cum again.” Lea blurts. Conri snarls, his jaws snapping through her arm, severing the muscles and bones

made brittle by years of illness and drugs. He rips through her shoulder, her arms, before licking her face one more time, blood staining her pale lips before Conri snarls and tears into her chest, licking and pulling flesh clear from bone.

The vicious attacks of Conri take their toll. Lea is mauled and cums hard again, flopping back onto the bed, bloody and exhausted. She gains strength despite the blood loss and manages to sit up.

“Before…it is done…can I suck on your leg, you know, if your dick can’t harden again? This might be nice, and you can mark me too, I know dogs do it.” Lea asks, her strength and life fading slowly. Conri growls and bows, something his handler taught him to show he understands.

“Put one of your legs in my mouth…somehow, I’ll suck it.” Lea smiles. Conri lifts his paw as Lea moves onto the floor, knowing if the bleeding and mauling don’t kill her, the infections from his paw’s germs will. He places his paw into her mouth, knowing it’s too much for her to handle, growling as he feels the warmth of her mouth around him.

Lea uses the bloodied stump of her arms to maneuver so Conri can put his paw into her throat, willing herself not to gag as she begins sucking. Her moans indicate sick pleasure, even though she knows her throat may be ripped apart.

Conri can feel his ragged claws catching on her throat, knowing this will likely be the final act of this child’s life. Lea feels the claws start to tear her throat from the inside, blood begins to pool in her throat, but she persists, sucking and moaning loudly.

Conri feels delicate internal structures with his paw pads, snarling with power over this child, knowing if he chose he could kill her, use her as a fire hydrant, and make her moan, because he owns all of her. He remembers fire hydrants and remembers he hasn’t been able to use one since several hours ago, and so, testing his balance on two legs, he marks his territory, which with his current positioning, means her feet are his turf. Bringing his back legs down one by one to cover his mark, he slashes the flesh from her legs with long digging strokes before the weight applied to a foreleg causes him to feel something give, and a flood of warmth to wrap around his leg.

Lea moans in pleasure as Conri’s pee bathes her, enjoying the fact that Conri controls her. The pain makes her come close to an orgasm, but what sends her over is

the ripping of her windpipe and the surrounding flesh. She can barely make sounds and her climax is indicated by the puddle of cum on the bed.

Conri snarls, his mind suddenly getting an idea as his jaws fasten around Lea’s neck. He brings up thoughts of creatures threatening his territory and his bladder fills, preparing to scent mark. He quickly thrusts into his new toy, the bone in his canine cock making it unnecessary for him to be aroused to enter her. His jaws close around the girl’s throat and his cock floods her depths with a burning stream of piss, washing out her pussy in a flood of orange, her blood mixed with the dog’s urine as he growls in pleasure and his fangs dig into her neck.

Lea starts shaking as Conri squeezes her throat with his fangs. The feeling of impending death and dog piss in her pussy making her cum again, she holds her arm stumps in an embrace around Conri’s neck, an awkward hug of a girl ready to die.

Conri snarls loudly, his knot swelling in the fading girl, unbidden by his desire as she wraps her mangled form around him. Conri licks her face gently and slashes her throat with his fangs, licking away the blood from his dying mate. Lea died happily, last seeing her wonderful mate, Conri before closing her eyes forever. In the distance, Conri can hear his handler calling to him. Tail wagging, Conri licks the body one last time before walking away, his fur caked in the drying blood of a dead girl.