Girlie So Groovy - Marinette reward story

Marinette had no idea where she was. One moment, she was Ladybug, fighting off an akumatized villain, and the next, she was Marinette again, in some dark alley, confused and unsure this was even where she had been fighting. Hadn't she been on a roof? This wasn't right, and she hazily swayed about in bafflement, trying to figure out which direction up was as she struggled harder with all of this. Her cheek was flush against something. A wall?

No, the ground. Asphalt. The jagged and uneven bumpiness of a back alley. Marinette had taken a hell of a blow and a fall, mostly safe and cushioned on impact, but concussed. Delirious and unsure where she was, her face was down against the ground, her legs underneath her body and her hips up in the air. She didn't consider the position at all; there were so many other fundamental things she didn't understand after being knocked loopy. Her memory was scrambled and any sense of location left her foggy and frustrated, angry she couldn't remember where she was.

A bark made her call, "Doggy," in numb, spacy confusion. She didn't know where the sound came from, but she loved dogs. Dogs were nice. "Where are you doggy?" The blow to her head left her completely silly and clueless, unaware of just how deeply compromised she had become.

But there were dogs. Several dogs, all stalking toward her. Neighborhood strays had caught wind of the commotion and advanced slowly toward the girl in her delirious position, one that they understood as an offer. Of course they did: they didn't understand that she was concussed. They just saw a human in a position with her ass in the air, and their snuffing started in pretty directly.

A nose pushed between her legs. "Oh! No, not there," she said, but playfully, believing the dog was just sniffing her somewhere that wasn't appropriate. She was even laughing about it as her hand tried to pet forward at the air in front of her, not comprehending the dog was behind her. The dog was very interested though, pushing in tighter, sniffing about through her jeans, and Marinette's earlier-in-the-day habits had caught up with her. A pent up and hormonal mess, she had gotten all worked up fantasizing about Adrien during class, and had to rub one out in the bathroom. She did so through her panties, which got soaked by the time she was done, and that naturally leaked through a bit into her pants, giving the dog ample nosefuls of her arousal.

He barked loudly to communicate with the other strays. One of them circled around her and gave a lick across Marinette's upward-facing cheek, one that made her laugh and twist in surprise. "Hi," she said, trying to push her head up, but as she did so, she found herself greeted by claws digging into her pants. They didn't scratch too hard at her, but as they yanked her pants down off of her body, she felt a wave of confusion hit her.

"Why?' she managed to spit out, lucid enough to know that that was weird, but it didn't do a lot of good for her as she felt the nose push in between her legs again, rubbing against her now bare pussy. This time, her laughter was one of much more abrupt confusion than it was of good humour, and she felt trapped in a bizarre middle ground, feeling the snout rub t her pussy and feeling a tongue start in on her.

There was no way that Marinette could have prepared herself for being licked by a dog. She didn't even have the mental presence to fully grasp that it was what was happening, but the dog's sloppy licks at her pussy were very real and represented an absolute mess of a sensation. Her hips squirmed, and her baffled head felt numb for absence of any real clue what this was. It was preferrable to the pounding headache she could have had to go along with her concussion, but she didn't yet know just how bad things were.

All she understood was being down on her knees in an alley while a dog ate her out. She didn't even have the presence to grasp how that was wrong or fucked up, letting the tongue continue its sloppy attention to her mound. "Feels kinda silly," she said, looking up at the dog in front of her. She wasn't even totally aware he wasn't the one doing that to her. Was there more than one dog? Drowned in confusion, she really had no clue. "Quit it though. You're not--I only want cute boys to do that to me and you're no--I... I mean you're a cute doggy. Cute in a dog way. But not like Adrien."

Her aimless babbling naturally did nothing to slow down the attentions he paid her. There was no calm or restraint in the greedy pushes that started up, the reckless pleasures that began in earnest and focused on pushing her to the limit. Every caress of the tongue against her hole made her feel dizzier, made the messy spiral of want pick up its pace. Her body reacted to this, and perhaps because she was so mentally absent and foggy that she couldn't process shame or refusal, the pleasure came on with incredible intensity. The tongue worked its messy motions up and down against her mound, a clumsy and messy treatment more about brute force than any oral skill. Not that it mattered to someone as both inexperienced and delirious as Marinette was.

"N-where's Cat Noir?" she whined. "He can--he can help me. We need to... Fight the..." Licks against her face made her twist and wriggle harder. This was insanity, and Marinette didn't understand nay of what was happening on a level that might help her in any way. She was rendered confused, limp, and helpless now, struggling to understand all the things slowly build up inside of her and the pressure that followed.

One thing that, even in her dizzy state, Marinette could understand perfectly was a sudden, ferocious orgasm. The sweep of climactic fire hit her hard, shrieks rising up from her as guilt finally set in. "Wait! Is that a dog making me--" Her voice twisted in dismay, the confusion rising and every sense of pressure and pulsating heat robbing her of clarity. She didn't know what to make of any of what hit her, but the dog had her pussy quivering, and as sense finally sort of returned, the semblance of reason felt like it was only going to get more distant.

Things finally started coming back to Marinette as she looked around. This was an alley, and she was down on the ground, with dogs around her, and they weren't particularly restrained. Even as she began to finally assess her surroundings, a rude surprise caught her off guard. The dog who just ate her out followed up his 'kindness' by mounting her, and the fog over her may have been thick, but it wasn't thick enough that a dog cock shoving into her pussy didn't awaken all of her sense.

"No!" she said, and finally, it was with intent. She looked around behind her shoulder, saw a big, bulky, black and brown and white dog start to hammer into her pussy without hesitation. Her virginity had just been taken by a stray, and all the intense feelings that came with that robbed her of any clear idea of what to do. "This can't--get off of me!" she whined, but the feeling grew more intense, demanding that she squirm her way through deeper confusion. His every push into her was reckless and devoid of sense.

The dog didn't care what she said. Her snug, slick hole was far too inviting for the dog to care about such petty concerns. With each reckless shove forward, he used her harder, driving rougher into a pussy just pleading for these pleasures, and he did his part to keep up with it, desperate to find the path forward and to figure out exactly how he wanted to pound her. The other dogs watched on eagerly one of them leaning in to keep licking her face as Marinette dizzily remained face-down and ass-up for this mounting. Weakness and delirium kept her compliant and hopeless, stuck in a position where she just let the thrusts keep rocking her, let the animal keep using her.

Her pussy quivered and clenched down around the dick. It felt good, even if Marinette remained a bit too numb to realize. She received the fever and the recklessness without much clarity or control, the pressures simply growing within her, demanding so much that she wasn't even coming close to wrapping her head around now. There was so much to take in here, and the growing chaos rendered her floored, a desperate, babbling mess getting ruined by an animal, so far gone that she wasn't even fully aware of just how hard these pleasures were hitting her, how much she was being undermined by raw sensation.

Then she came again, and there was no good way to deal with the sensation of having an animal fuck her to orgasm. Her voice perked up in utter confusion as the dog slammed into her pussy, filling her up with his cum and making her shiver under even greater confusions. She was lost to something merciless and aimless, and she didn't know even the first thing about getting out of this mess now, as Marinette's body thrashed and twisted under the unwelcome sensations and the messy pleasures that came with them.

The dog pulled away quickly, and Marinette realized she needed to try and pull out of her. She tried to move forward, tried to pull her legs out from under her body, but now she had dog jizz dropping out of her, and as she tried to, she flopped onto the ground, rolling onto her back as her still dizzy body tried to recover from the blunt trauma to the head that rocked her. Stuck on her back, she got to watch as another dog, this one a shaggy, light brown beast of a pup, climbed onto her.

"No, no, no, don't." Her weak refusal meant nothing. The dog got into position above her and licked against her face while he fumbled about clumsily to stick his cock into her. Marinette's squirming amounted to nothing at all, and she found herself suddenly lost to what hit her, to the dizzy panic of something that she was unable to deal with. The dog dick filled her up anyway, plunged her into confusion and panic regardless of her best efforts to slow it down. With merciless slam down into her, he used her through and through. Steady thrusts from above filled her as she lay on her back, feeling the uneven ground under her body and failing miserably to deal with the growing confusions compromising her. This was just too much.

The dog hung over her mouth, drool dripping from his maw and landing in her mouth. Nothing about having a dog drool in her mouth excited Marinette or made this any better, but she was powerless to fight it off, falling ever lower into confusion and compromise as he did his part to lay waste to her and to her focus. It didn't get any better when he shoved forward and outright kissed her, either. His tongue went into her mouth, licking at the insides of it while Marinette weakly fumbled, unable to push him at all between his weight and her weakness. Instead, all Marinette could do was take it, passively letting this dog violate her for lack of any good sense of how to make it stop.

The other dogs all remained around her, further intimidating Marinette and leaving her unsure what to make of these confusions. She felt trapped, compromised by the bizarre sweeps of panic growing within her. This was too much, and she didn't understand how she was supposed to fight this off, how anyone was supposed to deal with these spectacles and confusions. Stray dogs were using her, and she was left taking it. But perhaps most damningly, awareness was returning, and with that awareness, the sensation of being filled with dog dick. The pleasure of getting fucked.

Confused noises that resembled moans much more closely than Marinette wanted spilled from her lips out of her make-out session with the dog. There was nothing proud about her response, about the thrashing heat and confused, churning panic of cumming again from this. She wasn't supposed to like it. She didn't want to. She didn't even like it! No, this wasn't liking it. Even with her legs trembling and her pussy begging down around the dog's dick, feeling his knot flush against her mound but not pushing in, nothing about this was enjoyment. No matter how good it felt.

It didn't feel good!

All of Marinette's justifications felt weak and frustrated, their foggy efforts simply failing as she struggled to comprehend any sense of perspective ad reason. As the dog pulled out of her, Marinette did the only reasonable thing and tried once more to scramble away, rolling onto her hands and knees again to try and stumble her way up to her feet. She had to get away from this.

Naturally, being on all fours was just more invitation for the dogs, and the last two yet to fuck her pounced. One mounted her from behind, his thrusts failing miserably to get his dick into her as he rubbed for several attempts against her thigh before finally plunging his way forward, making her thrash in confused dismay. This was insanity, and she remained aimless, baffled, trapped in a bizarre feeling of confusion and worry robbing her of clarity while she received the messy slams into her. "Stop this!" she shouted, but her mouth being open just let the other dog come around and mount her face, shoving his dick on the first try into the open hole and humping greedily away.

This was it. The absolute lowest point in Marinette's life came from being spitroasted by a pair of stray dogs. She didn't understand how she had gotten here or why they were acting like this, and she was stuck confused and powerless trying to handle it. The worsening thrusts and the greedy fever kept her falling into a more panicked state of worry, wondering how to deal with any of these wanton pressures. It was panic inducing, and the merciless back and forth of their thrusts robbed her of any standing, any clarity. Marinette got to feel the absolute worst these animals could do, and she got to spiral deeper into chaos and panic as she suffered through it.

Barking their way through using her at either end, they subjected Marinette to so much that she just had to take. Sucking the dog dicks down wasn't something she was proud of in the least. This was miserable, confusion abounding as she did her part to slide into disarray and fever, wishing so badly for some sense of sanity to save her from this panic. But not for someone to find her. Not like this. Marinette didn't need anyone to discover her being double teamed by animals in an alley, dog spunk all over her thighs and now drool running down her chin as the dog fucking her mouth kept hitting the back of her throat. She sucked just in hopes of getting it over with faster, but that was only giving the dog what he wanted.

Not that nay of this mattered. The dogs took what they wanted by force, roughing her up at either end and using her mouth so aggressively that she couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. Things kept rising, kept building to a wicked ferocious breakpoint she had no idea what to make of, clumsily succumbing to the brutality and the confusion of giving in, so robbed of sense that she wasn't sure that this could ever end. Her head buzzed still. None of this made sense, and she was dead certain by now that it was never going to make sense. Such luxuries were simply not for her anymore.

There was a way it could all get worser, though, and as the dogs slammed forward, they both took that worst. They forced their knots into her mouth and her pussy, those swollen bulbs inflating inside of her holes as they not only fired off their loads inside of her, but locked their cocks in. She didn't have a prayer of dealing with it, twisting in utter panic as she realized they were locked in snug, and the fact that getting pumped full of dog jizz made her cum yet again was a secondary panic to the reality of just how fucked she was.

As if all of this wasn't miserable enough, it was as she came from being double-knotted that a call of, "Are you okay?" finally called out. Cat Noir had found Marinette--looking for Ladybug after she blacked out--and he was stuck witnessing the sight of a pair of dogs both nestled inside of her body while she got used like their fucktoy.

There was no way anything in her life could ever be as bad as this singular moment in time.