Chapter 0 - Part 1

Jessica Rabbit stood, posed on the backlit stage as the last echoes of her song died away in the confines of the packed room, the music slowly winding down behind her as she smiled for the crowd. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” She purred, blowing a kiss to the assembled onlookers, slinking backstage as the curtains closed on yet another successful evening. Winking playfully at the musicians, she sauntered down the stairs, throwing herself upon a couch set up for the purpose, and letting out a contented sigh. Closing time would be soon, and she would finally be able to spend time with Roger - on every surface in the building, if time permitted. 


She grinned, and locked the door, drawing from a small chest a large silicone dildo, smiling widely at its familiar feel in her hand, she knew exactly how she would spend those hours until his arrival. Quickly she returned to the couch, lowering her toy into position.


Time passed slowly, as it always did when one wanted nothing more than for it to speed by, and as the last vestiges of staff began to trickle out, the thought occurred to Jessica that she ought clean her own mess up, and make herself presentable again. She stood, slowly assembling her things and putting them in order. 


Some pieces eluded her, tubes of lipstick and other cosmetic paraphernalia, and after many minutes of frustrated searching she realized they had fallen to the ground, her melodramatic fall upon the couch upsetting them. She sighed, and bent down to begin collecting them. 


A moment later, she heard a small snap, and a sudden feeling of freedom accompanied just as quickly by the sensation of a heavy weight swining from her chest. It was with mild consternation that she realized her breasts had fallen from her dress, scarcely held back as they often were. Bending over just a hair too far had pulled them from the confines of her bra as gravity worked its magic. She pursed her lips, and looked about - she could have sworn she heard breathing, or the rustle of clothing, but as she looked about the room she saw nobody, nary a soul to be seen in the backstage room. The musicians, dancers, singers, and other employees had doubtless returned home for the evening, leaving her alone to her own devices. She thought back fondly to the Detective, and smiled - this evening had reminded her of him for some reason she could not put a finger on. 


A moment passed, and she came back to reality, realizing she still stood with her breasts bared for all the world to see, should the world enter the changing room, and hurriedly moved to push them back into place, before stopping. She was alone, all others had gone for the evening, and the bra was tight and chafed. She smirked to herself, and pulled it off, frowning at the sight of the snapped clasp - that would certainly explain it. Resigning herself to things, she went about her business, gathering together clothing and miscellaneous accoutrements, stretching out the kinks and aches of posing and dancing for her… adoring fans. 


Again, she could have sworn she heard muffled breathing as she bent down, breasts swinging freely in the air. A lipstick pipe had fallen behind a couch and she strained to reach it, legs splayed open in a most undignified, unladylike manner as she fought to grasp it, outstretched fingers just barely brushing past its plastic case. “Some things aren’t meant to be fetched by mortal hands.” She mused, shimmying backwards and onto her feet. She sighed, stretching, and turned around - and backpedaled immediately, eyes widening in shock. 


Before her stood a husky, strongly built and powerful, eyes glistening with lustful intent, and a… breathtakingly large erection at the ready below him. He panted, drawing closer with deliberate slowness, and it was all Jessica could do to maintain her composure. She had no idea how this creature had gained entry to the building, how he had found his way backstage and into her private area, but the intent in his canine mind was as plain as the red of his swollen cock was bold. She gulped, and searched for some means of escape - but the way was so cluttered, stage gear and crates of materials piled high, that any flight would end only with her tripping, falling, and providing a no doubt enticing target. 


“Good boy…” She murmured, stepping back slowly, hand grasping for something to defend herself with, but came up empty. The husky followed her, matching her own pace, and whining plaintively at her, and slowly, curiosity overcame her fear. Just why was this dog being so… patient, and dare she think it, polite? He seemed almost remorseful for the state of things, and as she backed behind the couch, he paused, sniffing curiously at the abandoned silicone dildo on the couch. Jessica gulped at the sight, remembering just which one it was - a nine inch long, photorealistic recreation of a dog’s penis, knot and all. As the sight of one of her favorite toys mixed with the sight of a dog brandishing an even larger phallus, she felt her fear overcome not just by curiosity, but by the lingering shadow of lust that had pushed her to stay so late in the first place. 


Slowly, she moved out from her hiding place behind the couch, and drew closer to the dog, calling softly to him. Looking around, she strained to see if there was someone else in the room, but the murky lighting and labyrinthine stacks of supplies provided the perfect place of hiding for any would be lurkers, and, frustrated, she turned her attention back to the pressing issue of the well endowed husky standing before her, whining for her attention every other second. Tentatively she drew close, picking the discarded toy up from the couch, clutching it in her hand, and looking down - how much like the real thing was it? She wondered for what seemed a heartbeat to her, but as she came to reality once more, she felt a tug on her dress and looked down to see the dog pulling at the fabric, nuzzling his way beneath it and sniffing at her loins. Flushing a deep scarlet, Jessica stood frozen for a moment, her mind racing for exactly what to do. Two sides waged war in her mind, and slowly one side overcame the other. Calmly, she extracted the dog from beneath her dress and, grinning in the illicit joy of what she was about to do, flung aside the front of her dress entirely, kicking off her undergarments with practiced ease.


The dog wagged his tail excitedly, and moved towards her, but a stern finger stopped him in his tracks, and he whined petulantly at her. “Just a moment, boy.” She murmured, patting him on the head as she turned, exposing her curvaceous thighs and rear, and slowly bent down, clearing a small space on the coffee table beneath her, strewn with books and makeup. Turning to the dog, she grinned widely, “I’m all yours!” 


Immediately the dog surged forward, jumping up to clutch at her midsection with its front paws, even the clumsy action showing a massive strength beneath the silky coat. Jessica felt the tip of his penis lining up behind her, and before she could brace herself - it was inside her, thrusting deep into the most private recesses of her body. She let out an involuntary gasp of delight - it was so big, so warm and filling, every inch stretching her wide in ways she could scarcely believe. Sensations of pure ecstasy and delight welled in her loins, rythmic thrusting pushing his length deeper inside her every time, and she felt all pretense of ladylike composure melt away, the heat of her own arousal, and the warm, wet heat of his thrusting phallus pushing aside her inhibitions. 


She moaned aloud, pushing her body back against him now, working in tandem with his thrusting, slick wet cock to drive it further inside her, desperate to feel every inch of dog dick delve deeply down her darkest depths. The scent of lust wafted up, and she tensed as she felt him speed up in his thrusting, cock pistoning in and out of her with mind shaking force. The strength beneath the fur was evident now, and she moaned again, ecstatic in her powerless position beneath him. She knew, instinctively, what was coming, and as his manic thrusts increased still further in power and intensity, she cried out. “Yes! Yes! Harder, give it to me you filthy animal!” 


Again she moaned, eyes rolling back as she felt a hot, sticky warmth surge into her, spilling into her womb and filling every crevice with dog seed. A moment of clarity hit her, and she reviled in what it must look like to an onlooker - but another torrent of semen dragged her back to the carnal world she had given herself to for the night. She grinned, feeling his length slide from her, and she turned, planting a light kiss on his forehead, murmuring softly to him, “Good boy.” A moment passed, and she saw that his shaft was still rock hard beneath him, and her smile widened once more, “Very good boy…”


Hours seemed to pass, time was meaningless as she revelled in the sensation of the dog, who she had taken to calling Rex, filling her to the brim with his cock. She had scarce felt anything like it before, and it was with ever increasing moans and cries of pleasure that she felt her own climax building in her loins. Carnal pleasure, building as a wave before the shore, clouding her mind in the fog of lust. She moaned again, his shaft pounding into her rythmically and without pause, every thrust bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. 


It finally came, and with a cry of pure ecstasy she basked in it, white hot orgasmic bliss cascading throughout her body, coursing through every vein and washing over her. Her arms wobbled, legs nearly gave out, and it was all she could do to keep her physical composure as her body tightened itself around the wondrous cock inside her, milking it for every drop of pleasure it could give. She grinned, after a minute had passed, slowly dropping down and slouching against the couch, beckoning Rex over. “Good boy.” She murmured, stroking his fur softly.


It was then that she felt a wet, firm, warm pressure poking at her thigh. Looking down, her eyes widened - even after all that, he was rock hard, and seemed as interested in her as he had been at the very beginning. His endurance was nothing short of remarkable, and she could not help but be awed once more at the magnificent size of his member, the full length glistening from its time inside her. As she watched, she could not help but feel pity - she was near exhausted, and yet he seemed as pent up as ever. She planted a soft kiss on his head against, and reached down, softly stroking it with outstretched fingertips. A plaintive whine followed, and she let her thumb brush along the tip, before taking it in her hand fully, slowly stroking its full length with a growing appreciation for its full size. Slowly she increased the tempo, pumping her hand faster and faster every second. Rex gave her a playful lick on the cheek, and she bent down, planting a kiss on the tip of his cock. Grinning, she took his knot in hand, fingers dancing over it as she extended her tongue, teasing about the tip of his shaft as her hands marveled at the firmness and girth of his knot, imagining it fully inside her.


She shuddered in delight, and set back to her task, taking the first couple inches of his shaft in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and withdrawing, tracing her tongue along the underside as she did so. And then again, she lowered her head, taking more of his length past her lips, tongue dancing and playing about, tasting and savoring the heady flavor of her own arousal mixed with the other fluids of lust. Deeper she went, halfway down now, and she took the base of it in hand, gingerly stroking it as she eased herself lower, taking yet more of it in. 


Pulling back for air, she took a deep breath, her heart thudding in her chest with excitement - she would take the full length. Such a magnificent beast could not be left wanting, and as she looked back down at his shaft, she grinned again, eagerly diving down once more. Gently, she eased herself on, stroking his cock with her hand as, inch by inch, she took his length past her lips, tongue dancing and playing about his length. Rex whined, and had she been able she would have smiled even wider - it was plain he enjoyed this just as much as she, and she was determined not to relent. Her gag reflex, never the most potent, nevertheless put up resistance, and it took her several minutes, sliding her lips down, wrapping them about the furthest point she could go, and maintaining her position as long as possible, before she could slowly begin to ease past it. Inch by painstaking inch, she worked her way along his length, pulling away to take deep gulps of air before returing to the task with. Finally she touched her lips to the knot, extending her tongue to dance about the hard bulb, savoring the feel and taste before reluctantly pulling away.


Taking another deep breath, she plunged down once more, sliding down with far greater ease than before, her tongue flicking about its length, arriving at the knot. The heady scent of lust was in the air, and she set to work, bobbing her head in time with the beat of her own heart. She would slide her lips back, tongue tracing a pattern along the way, planting a kiss upon the tip before diving back down, the speed and intensity of her motions increasing with each repetition. Her hair was askew, and the effort of getting to such a point had caused her to tear up more than once, and as her mascara ran from her eyes she felt something else well up, precum slowly oozing out. She quickened her pace, her nead knodding up and down along the length, and at long last she felt it erupt within her mouth, white, sticky semen bursting forth and flooding down her throat as she lay at the base of his shaft. Her air was running low, but she persisted, not wanting to let a single drop fall to the floor - and as she began to feel faint, the deluge stopped, and she pulled away a final time, sucking in air as she surfaced from the ocean of desire, a last few spurts of cum painting her cheeks. 


Panting with exhaustion, still catching her breath, Jessica looked to Rex, smiling broadly - her eyes widened suddenly, as she saw that, even after all this, his shaft still stood long and proud, at full mast. Twice he had emptied himself inside her, and still he stood at the ready, seemingly just as pent up as ever. After a moment, she grinned - “You’ve quite a lot of stamina, don’t you boy?” She crooned, moving her way over to him once more, “Just who’s your master, hmm? Just how did you get in here?” She looked around, her hand drifting down below to stroke his shaft as she planted another soft kiss on his forehead before returning to her search of the room. Nothing immediately leapt out at her, and she returned her attention to Rex, grinning wider. “Well… whoever they are, we can’t just let you return to him or her all wound up like this, can we?” Winking playfully, she pulled herself onto the couch, beckoning to him, “C’mere boy… let’s see what you’re really made of!”