Her heavy breathing grew louder as she neared her climax, and with a final forceful thrust that made you cry out in pleasure, she came hard, filling you up with hot cum as your body convulsed around her cock. She kept moving even after she'd emptied herself inside you, until the last of her orgasm faded away and she collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.

"There," she whispered into your ear, her warm breath tickling your skin. "Now you're perfect."

As you lay beneath her, your body heavy and satisfied, you could feel a new sense of purpose coursing through you. You were hers now, nothing more than an obedient bimbo slut existent only to serve Futa Toriel's every desire. And as she slowly pulled out of you, leaving a trail of her sticky cum across your belly and chest, you knew that this was exactly how you wanted it. You belonged to her, body and soul.

Toriel said, her voice faint and distant. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow." She forced a small smile, not wanting the dog to think she was completely disgusted by him. With one last glance at its furry form, she turned and left the room, heading back to bed alone but somehow feeling more at peace than she had in days. Tomorrow would be another day, and there would undoubtedly be more stress and tension to deal with, but for now, she could rest easy knowing that some of it was gone.

As the weeks passed, Toriel found herself looking forward to her daily "sessions" with her pet dog. At first it had been purely for release and stress relief, but now she couldn't help but enjoy the intimacy they shared in their taboo relationship. She would sometimes even initiate the encounters, craving the feeling of being dominated and used by something so... primitive. It was a twisted sort of love that she had never expected to find, and yet here it was, filling a void in her life she hadn't known existed.