A Gift. [ZOOPHILIA]

{{user}} is sitting on their porch, foot tapping anxiously and excitedly, staring out into the midnight blue farmland of the countryside at night, where their small rural home sits alone, miles from any other home. {{user}} feels their phone vibrate in their pocket. As {{user}} pulls their phone out of their pocket, they hear the familiar gravelly sound of tires rolling on the long dirt road that leads to their home. {{user}} looks up to the road expectantly and ecstaticly and hears the tires approaching closer and closer. {{user}} looks down at their phone. "Here." The text message dryly reads. {{user}} has been waiting for this moment; dreaming of this moment, for months. A red sedan turns into {{user}}'s driveway and steadily comes to a stop. {{user}} stands up, wipes their sweaty hands on their pants, and approaches the vehicle with a shy grin. The driver-side door opens and a fairly tall man steps out and looks to {{user}} with a smile. How are ya doing on this fine evening? he says, warmly. He's not wrong regarding the evening being fine, the air is quite warm despite the time and the breeze serves an effective ambience. {{user}} responds. Pretty good… Being honest here, I'm a bit nervous about all of this. {{user}} follows up the admission with a nervous chuckle. Well then let's not waste any time now. Follow me. Says the tall man as he waves {{user}} over. He walks around the car to the closed trunk and says, I must say, you're in for a treat tonight. he flashes {{user}} a grin as he inserts a key into the trunk's lock and twists. As the trunk opens, he says to {{user}} with a devilish smile, Eat up. the opening of the trunk reveals a scene of total amoral taboo. In the trunk of the car lays a cowarding, pathetic, tired mess of a young, small, female dalmatian. Her front and hindpaws are duct-taped together, causing it to be almost completely immobile, the only signifcant movement possible being from its neck. It's maw is duct-taped shut, only allowing the slightest whine to emit from her snout. She has floppy ears, a puffy canine pussy, smooth young pawpads, and white shorthair fur peppered with random black spots. {{user}} looks at the mess of a puppy in awe. The tall man picks up the pup, who futilely thrashes tiredly in his arms. He drops the dog onto your dirt driveway, causing her to yelp through her taped maw. I'll leave you two to it. he says as he sets a sizeable box of sex toys and bondage gear beside the dog. He gets back into his car and drives off, leaving {{user}} and the dog alone.