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I'd been reduced to a hollow shell of my former self: the commanding, head cheerleader of the Falcons nothing more than a dog toy and womb for feral puppies. I swallowed several more gulps of Drogo's cum before he finally tugged himself free, my jaw numb from the abuse I'd received.

Gasping, I couldn't help but ask Dylan the question that was burning on my mind. "Why...?"

The Rottweiler was still knot-deep inside me, squirting loudly as he did his level best to claim a few pups. I didn't understand - why...why did he do this when many of the girls were willing participants anyway? By treating us like this, they were dooming themselves to a huge, city-wide scandal and jail-time, not to mention unexpected fatherhood for many of the players. There's no way the Falcon side of town would let the Hawks get away with this!

Dylan glared at me. "We're just celebrating the game."

I dropped my jaw. That couldn't be all. I couldn't be going through this nightmare because a bunch of teenagers were high on the rush of victory. "But...this is _rape!_What will you tell the police?"

"Rape!?" he asked, incredulous, narrowing his eyes. I hadn't meant it as a threat, but he seemed to take it as one. Ignoring the fact that Jessica was uttering ragged bleats, tears streaming down her face as a feral dog stood rump-to-rump to give her puppies, Dylan said, "Who is going to tell the police that?"

I couldn't pretend like I wasn't. I tried, but I couldn't meet the Rottweiler's gaze and convince him that I was going to take this lightly. Instead, I gazed around at the girls, and realized that fully half of them looked to be really enjoying themselves. Even Kate and Cindy, now fully impaled on their giant spikes, were moaning into the air. The boys that were finished were cutting off the hand-ties of their latest choices, the girls actually cuddling up with them. "But -"

Dylan cut me off. "Looks like this little sheepdog won't learn her lesson!" he announced.

"No, no, I have!" I begged.

Dylan shook his head. While he _popped_free of my clenching hole, he said, "She thinks she's better than the rest of you. I think the stuck up bitch needs another lesson. Don't you?"

The boys were readily in agreement, and several of the girls nodded too. Now, only Jessica and I were bound at all, but none of the girls looked like flight risks. They knew what would happen if they resisted. "Stop. Wait!" I gasped, but Dylan tied my muzzle shut. He was running out of plastic cuffs, but it seemed like he didn't need many more.

"Anyone got another go in them?"

The jaguar, Anson, stepped up. "Always, Dylan."

The Rottie grinned. "I should have known. How about you get on the ground here."

No one else was in the mood for love-making, so literally everyone watched me, even Jessica, over her shoulder, as Dylan tugged on Bogo's leash, pulling him free of his white tailed doe. I was helpless as the large, naked jaguar lay next to me on his back, grinning like a fox in the hen house, his rippling muscles much less intimidating that his swollen, spiky prick. Dylan picked me up and lowered me backwards onto Anson, my hands still tied behind my back and my ankles together so that my knees stood upright. I rested against Anson's muscles like they were pillows, quite a bit more pleasant than the crate I'd suffered earlier.

"I don't want to knock up _two_girls tonight," the jaguar said, glancing over at Jessica, his first conquest, who, like me, was gushing dog cum from her cunt.

"Well, that's perfect, because I know a dog that wants a chance."

My eyes went wide, realizing what both those statements meant. Dylan let go of Bogo's leash, and he rushed over to me, spreading my legs apart to get at my leaking, tattered spade. His tongue felt soothing at first, but I knew what it foreshadowed. Worse, I could feel Anson beneath me lining his hard, pointed cock just a little bit lower. All I could do was shake my head, whining at the fervent laps engulfing my poor pussy, before the jaguar pounded up straight into my black cherry.

That was one thing I'd never tried with Darren. The Great Dane might have killed me. Anson, at least, was a bit smaller, but I knew this was going to be far from pleasant. While everyone watched (with a perfect view of my distended genitals), and both boys and girls laughed and made jokes, Anson raped my asshole. His paws reached around to grab my drool-covered tits, digging his claws in to mimic the sharp pain of his entry. All I could do was whine and flare my nostrils, trying desperately to get enough air to stay conscious.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Dylan glanced around the clearing and asked, "Any of you fine ladies want to help poor Drogo out? He's got a bit more in'm."

The extra dog was watching me with interest, but he didn't have a good angle with Bogo eating me out. Brandi jumped up and volunteered. "I will, Dylan!"

The Rottweiler grinned. "Good girl."

Wagging her tail, the Chinese Crested plopped down on all fours in front of the horny Doberman, and this time Drogo didn't bother with foreplay. He hopped onto her furless back, and like that he was in her. Brandi dropped her jaw and moaned, glancing up at the Rottweiler as if for approval. She got exactly that.

I alternated whining and panting, gritting my teeth each time Anson slammed upward. But worse was a second later, when his backwards-facing back tore into my virgin tailhole. I found myself lifting my hips in a vain, useless effort to get away from him. He was licking my neck possessively, but nowhere near as possessively as Bogo, who growled and hopped onto my proffered pelvis. Licking his lips, he wrapped his sharp paws around my rump, staring down at my wide eyes. Then, still fresh off his doe, the second Doberman claimed me that night. He _humped_his fat cock right into my abused flesh. My eyes rolled back in my head - I'd never felt so full!

I was just a shared cocksleeve for the dog and the jaguar, matching each other's timing. I could feel my internal passages stretched to their limit, pounded up against each other so hard I was sure that the males could feel each other's fierce thrusts. Bogo was no different than Drogo, focused on only one thing - knocking a bitch up. My spade stretched wide as he slammed his knot into me, again and again, the leftover cream from Bennet, Drogo, and Dylan easing his way into my bloated cavern. With a loud grunt, Bogo popped his knot all the way in.

Before, he might have cum right then, but Bogo was still recovering from the doe. Stretching me so wide I thought I might burst, my pussy was a glorified dog condom, but the sex we were having was anything but safe. Anson's hard rod served to keep me stable for the dog's heavy thrusts. My whines grew higher and louder with each second, until I was starting to black out. I wouldn't last much longer, but perhaps that would be a blessing.

Anson seemed to recognize my problem, reaching up and tugging the cuff off my pointed muzzle. With a loud gasp, air rushed into my lungs and back into my brain, keeping me awake and aware as they abused me. My jaw was stuck all the way open, my chest heaving.

The jaguar whispered in my ear, his warm breath washing over me. "You're going to make a great mother." Unlike Dylan, his voice was almost sweet, and honest. He wasn't taunting me, he was honoring the new life that was sure to be stirring within my fertile womb after two dogs and two _dogs_used me. My ass was on fire and my pussy felt like it'd been through a ten-round boxing match, and I knew I'd never look the same between my legs. My belly swelled out for Bogo's cock, and I felt heavy and bloated from all the cum inside me.

"No..." I whimpered, trying to deny him. To deny everything. But it was all true.

It was going to be a long night.