Welp, I'm having a panic attack because I might have to leave my girlfriend and family, and you'll never guess why. Seriously. :(
Until recently, the g/f used have this BEAUTIFUL dog who looked like pic related. That bitch was awesome, and I loved the damn thing. Often the g/f had friends out of town, and would spend the weekend with them. As is, I would babysit the dog, whom we'll call Foofy.
By nightfall, the weather got too bad to do much, so it was pretty much me and her. I was giving her the usual body-long strokes as we snuggled, while I had Netflix on. Somehow I got my finger stuck in Foofy's vag. Please don't ask -- I still can't piece together how I managed that. It just happened.
That was when I remembered I was horny, and g/f was gone. And considering how little Foofy seemed to notice my fingers in her, even after twisting them, I thought to myself "eh, got to try everything once." So I went to grab a condom and went to town on her.
I'm ashamed of how into it I got, but it went better than expected; at first. The closer I got to cumming, the more rough I was. Foofy was yelping in pain by now, but I was just too much on the edge to stop. Finally I popped and pulled out, and noticed her bleeding profusely.
Immediately I panicked, and paced around. Eventually I wrapped the condom and wrapper in toilet paper and flushed them. Then I wrapped Foofy in a towel, and drove to the closest vet.
I tried to explain that it was pure random, and they took her in only to pronounce her dead. They also asked more questions, because apparently they've seen cases like these with bestiality. I lied, and said she started randomly bleeding. They then had to keep her over night to investigate, and I couldn't figure out any more excuses. And since g/f is Foofy's legal owner, she's who they're going to call and update (and I hadn't yet told her Foofy died). Plus, I just remembered that was our last condom.
How fucked am I?
