A chase! Her resistance is enough to get your doggy hormones up and you race after her. She scampers into the living room, her tiny paws tap-tapping on the floor, still yip-yipping with her high voice. She clambers up the furniture, with you nipping at her tail, and walks right beneath it, small enough to fit between the floor and the sofa with an inch of clearance. You're made to crawl after her, emerging from the other side with dust marring your white, poodle-fur.
Eventually you manage to corner her in the kitchen. Mounting her isn't difficult - she's almost a third your size. As you do, she freezes up, and it isn't long before you shoot your load of priceless puppies into her pussy.
You almost feel bad as you climb off her, even though you know your intentions were only in the interest of your family. You lick her face to show no hard feelings then, as a gift, you use your teeth to loosen the shock collar from around her neck. She seems grateful as you pull it free. She licks your face back and follows devotedly at your heels as you leave, heading back to your room for the antidote now that the deed is done. As you crawl beneath the bed and grab the tube in your jaws, you can feel her sniffing your butt.
Carefully you crack the thin glass at the top of the tube with your teeth and lap up the anti-nanite syrupy goop within. As if taking your lead, she laps up a small amount too, for what good it would do her. The damage to her DNA was irreversible. No amount of reversal formula would fix her now.
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