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Throat dry, Robert gasped, "I-I don't have any protection. Are you - ?"

Uwe growled again at him. "You've got a bitch in heat ready to ride you and you're worried about protection?"

He gulped. "N-no," though he noticed she hadn't answered his question. If she wasn't on the pill, she wouldn't have done what she did next, right? He watched in awe as she lowered his boxers until his bright rod was throbbing out in the open, just inches from her fertile spade.

She shivered, putting his paws on her hips and saying, "Hump me until I'm a good girl again..."

If she was a bad girl, Robert doubted that humping her would do much to alleviate that situation, but he was certainly ready to try. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed her by the rump, watching her hike her fluffy tail, and he pulled her down onto himself, his bare tip sinking wetly into her warm, welcoming womanhood. She howled so loud, she had to bite her paw to shut herself up, rocking her hips as he pierced her fat cunt. Robert groaned, "I c-can't believe this!"

Uwe kept her paw in her mouth, eyes clenched shut as she rode him up and down, her pussy stretching and squeezing around his thick cock. He'd already been dripping, but now he could feel himself spilling out into the cattle dog, wondering again if she were really protected. He certainly wasn't ready to be a father, and that might be a little hard to hide from Sydney!

"Ffuck!" she whined, and said, "Sydney's really in for a treat..."

Robert groaned, hilting inside the flexible bitch. "Y-you're really okay with her and me?"

She slid her paw to her distended vulva, rubbing herself even as he pumped her. She said, "As long as you're okay with me and Kirby. Sydney you can date, fuck, knock her up, whatever, just don't forget that whenever you want - I'm yours."

"Ohhhhhnnnngh..." he groaned, and a loud spurt made the truth fairly clear. He looked down mortified as he spent himself inside Uwe, but not tied. Before she was ready. Her talk and sent him right over the edge. Whining, he let the climax carry him, shooting loud after load into her sopping, open pussy. She stayed glued to him, letting him finish up deep inside, and she watched with a smile, her tail still wagging.

Only when he was done groaning did he manage to pant, "S-sorry."

"Don't worry," she said, her teeth gleaming. "You'll have plenty of chances to make it up to me."

And so he did, because her libido was far from up. She waited patiently while the Golden Retriever recovered, lapping eagerly at his dick until he was hard again, and then without another word, she got on her hands and knees on the floor and lifted her tail. This time, the sixteen-year-old did his duty, knotting her like a good stud dog and emptying his nuts into her clenching, eager pussy. She panted and gasped and moaned, and then finally did a bit of proper snuggling with him while they stayed stuck together.

"That was more like it," she panted, her warm body flush with his.

"Th-thanks, Uwe," he moaned, stroking her hair.

She narrowed her eyes at him and batted his hand away. "Don't."

"Huh?"

"Don't pet me, don't thank me - none of that mushy stuff, Robert. My boobs are down here," she said, grabbing his tender paw and shoving it down to her heavy breasts.

"Wow, shit," he said, realizing she really meant it. "Yeah, I can do that."

When they finally untied, she turned to go, knowing that the game was surely almost over and the others might be looking for them, but Robert tackled her and shoved her onto her back. Stunned, she looked up at Robert, who had hunger in his eyes. She stared him back, just as hungry, smiled, and spread her legs.

* * * * *

"Sydney..." Jane whined as Andre started to scale the Weimaraner's back. Despite her obvious fear, she was still presenting like a proper feral bitch, her heat-swollen pussy bouncing just feet from Andre's erect cock.

"Hey, stop," Sydney yipped. "She doesn't know what she's doing..."

But Andre didn't seem to care about Jane's fervent and desperate whines, only looking at an obedient bitch with her rump raised and her tail to the side. He climbed over her, his bare, red tip rapidly closing in on Jane's underage folds.

With only seconds to spare, the poodle acted. She shoved Jane away, only to find herself pinned on her back beneath Andre. He had to shift his thrust, but he did it without even thinking, aiming lower, until he collided with Sydney's swollen spade. In one smooth motion, he pounded his way into the poodle, shoving her legs apart and spearing her on his huge, unprotected cock.

"Ah!" she yipped, losing her virginity before she even realized what was happening. She'd been saving herself for Robert, and was even thinking of giving it to him that very night, but now she was spread eagle beneath a feral guy she barely knew, her heat-swollen trifold bulging out around him. Jane quivered, in shock, a few feet away as Andre shrugged and hammered into Sydney.

He grunted dismissively at her pathetic whining, and said, "I hope Robert doesn't mind second-hand goods."

"Wait!" she gasped, pushing weakly at his chest. "You can't - I'm in heat!"

"Shoulda thought of that before you decided to play snugglebug," he growled, his hard shaft lifting her read end off the bed. "Just give in to your body and enjoy it."

Jane was frozen in place, unable to stop him or to help Sydney as the big, black dog pumped into her drool-soaked cavern. The poodle could feel every inch of his huge cock as it slid inside of her, leaving more and more pre inside her with each passing second. She put her paws on his broad chest, but when she tried to push him off of her, she found herself instead pulling him closer, digging her claws into his back. He buried his muzzle into her curly-furred chest, slathering her breasts. She tossed her head back and pressed back against him, taking it all with a loud moan.

So this was what sex felt like. Her entire body trembled. Though the Beauceron was a little lighter than she was, he was all muscle, and she was helpless in his grasp. Again and again his fat cock spread her untried pussy apart, rigidly filling her and grinding against the very source of her pleasure. She'd never imagined her first time like this, with a four-legger who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. She knew she should be furious, but instead she just wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips and moaned as he drilled her.

Jane whined, watching the first girl she'd ever made out with getting fucked by a male. She'd never been interested in guys, but now her curiosity was piqued. Inching forward on her belly, she crawled alongside the two teenagers until she could look to the side and see close up exactly how the stud's big prick strained at Sydney's swollen spade. His big, black balls sometimes covered up the view, but Jane saw glimpses of the poodle's protruding pussy - growing larger by the second as Andre held himself hilt-deep. "H-he's tying," she whined, remembering her health class.

Those words triggered a gasp of panic from Sydney, as she begged, "D-don't..." knowing how much more likely she was to get pregnant if he sealed himself inside her and dumped his entire nuts into her womb. "Please don't..." she tried again, realizing that he was more likely to listen if she weren't giving him commands. Her protests were a little undercut by the way she squeezed down around him, her cunny clenching like she wouldn't let him go if he tried to pull out.

Andre said, "You sure that's not exactly what a bitch like you needs?"

Sydney's face flushed, not sure how to answer. Finally she said, "I-I'm not ready for puppies."

Andre hammered into her again and again, and there was a loud pop! as he sank deep, and everyone realized it was too late to stop him now. His bulbus glandis was buried so tightly inside her that Jane watched the poodle's pussy pulse with every throb of Andre's dick. He grinned. "Whoops. Well, you've got nine months to prepare."

Sydney stared down in disbelief at her engorged pussy. She was certainly not _guaranteed_to get pregnant, but the odds were better than a coin flip. Regardless, she knew there was no use begging; he was going to pump her full until he was done with her. Dazed, she realized he was right. She may as well enjoy it. Reaching down with both hands, she cupped her throbbing spade, feeling every twitch and hump twice over, tossed her head back and yelped, "Don't hold back. Do it! Breed me!"

"Like you ever had a choice," he groaned, pounding deeper until his pointed tip was pressed right up against her fertile womb. He leaned forward, slurping at the poodle's breasts as he bucked fast and hard, short, simple thrusts with one goal in mind. Jane watched his balls pull up and start to clench, preparing for the inevitable.

"He's doing it!" Jane whimpered, as the first loud gush of cum hit her ears.

The sixteen-year-old poodle squealed, her bulging mound massaging and milking the forceful feral as his cocktip erupted into a burst-fire barrage of bubbling cum, quickly crossing through her cervix to splatter the back of her womb, before the goopy mess slowly slid down to pool at the base of her belly. What would Robert think when her stomach started to swell? When she gave birth to a litter where the average number of legs of her puppies was between two and four? She couldn't predict how many of each there would be, but she could pretty well guess they'd have curly black fur. She felt the thrum of each ejaculation with her paws, still clamped around her violated vulva as she humped and moaned and howled.

If Robert was still searching for her, he'd surely hear her and come looking. Sydney's heart raced, watching the door to his bedroom, waiting to see her almost boyfriend barge into the room to see here there, with a Beauceron balls-deep, breeding her like the bitch in heat that she was. If Jane hadn't come in first, she'd never have come close to letting Andre snuggle with her, but she couldn't imagine any other ending to the four-legger walking in on the two girls making out. She'd been all but destined to take his thick, sticky load right where it was most dangerous, her primed and ready womb.

Whining, she took one small measure of control back, grabbing Andre by the muzzle and lifting him from her breasts to pulled him muzzle first into a deep, wet kiss. They frenched wildly even as he blasted her with his ball-butter, their genitals swollen and aching together in stiff ecstasy. The two became one, both physically and metaphorically, as his salty spray found and filled her empty eggs. Five lives began in the simmering sludge, half Andre and half Sydney - all of them her problem to deal with for the next nine months.

"Now _that's_how you play snugglebug," he grunted.

Moaning, Sydney gasped, "Damnit, Andre..."

The Beauceron just shrugged, and hopped off of her, his dick still plugged into her outlet. He turned around, standing on the floor while she lay with her pussy on the edge of the bed, his spent balls resting heavily on her aching crotch. Sure enough, he was done with her, and all she could see of the new father of her litter was his wagging stub-tail, his tight asshole, and his fat, black orbs. His testicles still churned, continuing to seed her unnecessarily through the tie, and she whined and humped and took it all, her chest heaving.

Sydney looked over to see Jane crouching near her, and she whispered to the thirteen-year-old, "I did it so you wouldn't have to."

The Weimaraner looked stunned and nodded. "Th-thanks," she whimpered, and suddenly, the two ladies were kissing again. Jane climbed over the sixteen-year-old, making out with the freshly-bred poodle like the asshole who'd raped her wasn't standing less than a foot away.

"It felt so good," Sydney whispered in Jane's ear. "I can't believe I let him knock me up..."

Jane kissed her harder and said, "He didn't give you a lot of choice."

"Well, I could've let him have you," she gasped between kisses.

"I love you, Sydney," Jane replied, to the poodle's surprise.

Sydney wasn't sure what to say to that, so she said, "Turn around - l want you to feel like I do right now."

Cocking her head, the Weimaraner did as she was told, spinning around above the poodle, so that her rump was in Sydney's face. Jane blushed, realizing she was now face-to-tail with Andre, the teenager watching over his shoulder at the girls making love. His grin told her that the cocky male was suggesting that there was no way Sydney could make Jane feel as good as he could. The thirteen-year-old looked away, yelping as the poodle reached up and grabbed the short-furred Weimaraner by the hips and pulled her pussy-first onto the two-legger's muzzle.

"Ohhhh!" Jane gasped. She'd licked Sydney, but receiving a tongue was so much better than giving one. Her long tail swung to the side as she pushed her muff down onto Sydney's face, letting the older girl spread her apart with her tongue. Her puffy vulva was wet and eager, engulfing the wide, red organ and pulling her deeper. Before tonight, she'd never been kissed, now she found herself grunting and humping above the poodle, her eyes open and staring at Andre's fat, quivering balls. Jane's eyes widened when she saw up close just how fat his cock was, and how far Sydney's pussy had been stuffed. Still not a drop escaped his bulging knot, even though he was still squirting out a healthy load every few seconds. The poodle must be absolutely swimming in his cum.

Knees weak, the young girl collapse on top of Sydney, allowing the woman to plunge even deeper, encouraged by Jane's eager, clenching thrusts. Panting loudly, Jane took another look at where Andre and Sydney entwined, before she gave in and wrapped her tongue around the poodle's engorged snatch like the bacon wrapping a filet mignon. Her nose nestled up against Andre's musky balls, and she could taste his sweaty sheath where it quivered just outside.

Andre perked his ears, glancing again over his shoulder to groan, "Be careful what you wish for..."

But Jane didn't heed his warning, slurping and kissing their coupled genitals with fervor. Andre groaned, but Sydney moaned, squeezing Jane harder as she ate the Weimaraner out. The thirteen-year-old was getting extra juicy, and the poodle guzzled it all down like she'd found a water-bottle in the desert.

It wasn't long before Jane got a first hand look at the end of a tie, as Andre groaned and tugged once, twice, a dozen times before his thick, red meat popped out of the poodle. While it was slick and slimy, his dick was no match for the cascade of cum that spilled out of Sydney onto the carpet, draining out of her long after his seed had done its job raising the population in the room. Sydney groaned, her vulva slowly closing up, but Jane couldn't help but sample. She ran her tongue along her well-used pussy, tasting the salty, protein-rich slurry. "Not bad..." she announced breathlessly, before gulping at Sydney's abused opening.

The poodle had been just about ready to get Jane off, but now she was spreading her legs for the Weimaraner, shivering and moaning as the thirteen-year-old cleaned her out. She could hardly believe what was happening, and both girls were too distracted to notice Andre, still hard from the extra attention he'd just received, climbing onto the bed. The ladies sixty-nining certainly proved a pretty sight for the Beauceron, and he couldn't help but notice the Weimaraner's swollen, bouncing pussy positively dripping where it lay on Sydney's breast. He'd warned the thirteen-year-old not to tease him. Now she'd find out the consequences of ignoring him.

"W-wait!" Sydney gasped, as a caramel-colored blur appeared overhead. Andre's crisp, beautiful belly could only mean one thing, and it only took one curled paw to hook around Jane's slender hips. With a simple tug, Andre lifted the young girl back to her feet. Before Jane could register the poodle's warning, Andre was climbing onto her back for the second time that night.

Sydney had the perfect view from below, gazing up as he lined himself up with Jane, his veiny cock just inches away from her bloated, dripping pussy. Sydney knew first hand that Andre was more than capable of finishing the job she'd started and giving Jane the mind-blowing orgasm she deserved. But not without a similar parting gift! Growling, she reached up and grabbed Andre by the dick, making the male whine as she kept him from popping the puppy's cherry. "Jane, go."

The grey dog whined, and glanced back at Sydney. "I-I'm sorry, Sydney. I know what you did for me...but I want it. I-I really do. And besides, those are the rules."

Sydney's jaw dropped at the thirteen-year-old's admission. Perhaps she was bisexual after all! The poodle's ears drooped, realizing that she'd sacrificed her womb to the Beauceron for no good reason. Jane wanted it, and Sydney wasn't about to stop her. With a deep breath, Sydney let go of Andre's cock.

The big dog grunted, "Good girl knows what's good for her."

Sydney watched from below as Jane stared back, not at Andre, but further back at his swollen dick. Jane let her tongue spill out of her muzzle, whining as she held her tail to the side. It only took the Beauceron a few moments to readjust his position, pulled himself forward, and then hump up and in. Jane's grey spade split apart for the dog's fat cock, and she yelped in shock as his bony tip poked through her unbroken hymen. The pain was intense, but before two seconds had passed, already the Weimaraner was groaning and bucking her hips.

Sydney watched in awe as the two teenagers fucked over her, the Beauceron's hips a blur. Each thrust sent the smaller Weimaraner a half-foot into the air. Jane whined and whimpered, but Sydney knew how much the thirteen-year-old was enjoying it by her short, wagging tail. Andre certainly seemed happy, grunting and groaning as he claimed his second bitch of the night. He hammered her swollen pussy, saying, "You're even tighter - better brace yourself for my knot."

"Y-yes, sir!" she yelped, spreading her legs even wider. Her distended spade was already engulfing his half-hard cock, and he was holding his hips flush with hers, grinning as he inflated her. He was locking her so soon! Drooling, Sydney leaned up and smothered her nose into Andre's balls, his masculine scent filling her nose. He whined as she began to curl her tongue around them, scouring the salty taste. Despite how much he'd given the poodle, he still felt plump and full, more than ready to leave Jane a litter. Sydney scooched down until she was nose to tie, her nostrils inches away from their pumping loins. She marvelled as the Beauceron grew, Jane's underage mound bulging wider and wider as his twin glands inflated inside her.

"Y-you're too big!" Jane gasped, her entire body shuddering as she slammed back against the older boy.

"You'll just have to cope," Andre said dismissively.

Ever helpful, Sydney reached up with both hands to grip the Weimaraner's spade with both thumbs, spreading her soft folds apart. Jane groaned, "Nnnnngh!" but she managed to streeeeetch out to meet Andre's enormous knot, and when Sydney let go, Jane's soft-ball-sized bulge closed tightly around the base of the Beauceron. They were tied, and the poodle moaned, her undertail wet with fresh arousal as she raised her gullet to the glistening tie and lavished Jane's stuffed pussy with licks.

"Oh...thank you...Sydney," she whined.

"You should be thanking me," Andre growled, leaning over the young girl and thrusting short and fast, his balls preparing for another life-giving load. "I'm gonna fuck you full of puppies!"

The young Weimaraner moaned. "Breed me!" she gasped, tail a blur. "The other girls'll be so jealous."

"Just tell 'em who to go to if they also wanna be Middle School moms," Andre grinned.

"I will, I will!" she whined, exploding into a sticky ball of shivering grey fur, her body having been humped straight into her first real climax. Sydney could feel through her tongue how Jane's vulva clenched and milked the Beauceron, her ears just inches away from where the sixteen-year-old's big balls began to audibly churn. She heard the precise moment when Jane got knocked up, and earsplitting, earth-shattering...

SPLURT!

Jane felt the warm, bubbling river pouring into her fertile field, her straining pussy containing it all. More and more cum sloshed inside of her, and she couldn't know it, but his seed quickly flooded all four of her eggs. Like Sydney before her, she melded in more ways than one with Andre, their loins entwined, but more importantly, their genes themselves. Both buxom ladies contained a part of him, a new life that was inextricably tied to him. Such a simple, instinctive act, and where three had entered Robert's bedroom, twelve would leave.

Despite being aware just how heavily he was breeding her, Jane wasn't thinking about any of that. The consequences were a distant fourth on her mind. First was the mind-blowing ecstasy that wracked her young body. She pumped and humped and moaned, squeezing it all down as he drained his nuts into her. Her slender grey belly with its rows of pink teats swelled up and bulged with his copious contributions. She let her front half collapse onto Sydney below, barely able to keep her rump lofted for her masculine mate, but when her nose sniffed the poodle's pussy and scented her arousal, Jane didn't hesitate to hold her straining breath and plunge her tongue into the sixteen-year-old girl.

Sydney yelped, moaning as she was once again invaded by Jane's wide tongue.

It was a fateful choice, because though Andre was through with his fresh, young bitch, and he promptly turned tail, tied, Sydney and Jane lapped at each other's genitals, groaning together in pleasure. So when Andre finally pulled himself free and watched in amazement as the poodle gulped every last excess drop of his cum from Jane's gaping cunt, he had had plenty of time to ready himself.

"Sydney," was all he had to say.

Whining, the girl he'd sat behind in several high school classes but rarely spoken to climbed up onto all fours, turned away from the Beauceron, and raised her curly tail. In the seconds before he mounted, she grabbed Jane's hips and continued to eat the eighth grader out, perhaps hoping to prevent pregnancy? She had to know it was too late for that. She'd given up on herself, clearly, whining as Andre stuffed himself back into her quivering cunny, breeding her from behind like a good stud-dog should.

Internally, Andre felt like a failure. Years and years, his father had talked to him about being an alpha and objectified women and breeding, and as soon as he'd learned better in middle school, he'd rejected every one of those lessons. But as soon as he'd scented two bitches in heat, he'd done exactly what his father had trained him to. Andre had used all the words and phrases his Dad had taught him, disrespected and manipulated the two girls, and then pounded them full of pups whether they wanted it or not.

He was no better than his Dad. Grunting, he let that mental noise leave his head as he concentrated on fucking Sydney ragged. He'd have to figure out what to do later - it was too late to make up for this night. That same thought came twice more, each time he mounted the two girls again.

When he finally left the room, Sydney and Jane were panting and barely able to move, wrapped tightly in each other's paws, sticky and satisfied.

* * * * *

Kirby was raping her. There was no other way to describe the way the older husky held her down on her back, his paw suddenly wrapped around her muzzle to muffle her screams (though the thick walls of the apartment addition probably were sufficient), humping fiercely into her aching spade. His fingers hadn't torn the four-legged Brittany's hymen, but his first thrust had, causing even more tears to spill out of her dark brown eyes.

Melissa was helpless in the husky's hands, a perfectly positioned pussy pinned and engorged on the teenager's eager erection. The only sensation she felt was the pain of his penetration, pumping back and forth inside her - lesser feelings had a faded, distant quality; she saw but couldn't feel the way his white chest fur intermingled with hers, or even the hand gripped tightly on her muzzle. She couldn't hear his satisfied moans, or her whimpers, she could only hear the_schlorp, schlorp, schlorp_ of his horny thrusts. She couldn't smell the acrid scent of distress that she knew she must be drenched in, all she could smell was her heat wafting farther and farther with each terrible collision.

The husky felt_great_. He'd had sex a few times before, but nothing like_this_. Those had been awkward dates with other girls his age - two-leggers. This was not like that. Here, he was in complete control, the thirteen-year-old feral bitch so small and vulnerable. He'd been hoping to get a bit farther with Uwe, but the Australian Cattle Dog had always been to modest around him, holding hands, hugging and kissing, but no further. There, he'd listened to her 'no'. But Melissa deserved what she was getting. Interrupting a sleepover for older kids? Bossing her way into snugglebug? Acting like the world revolved around her whims? He'd show her exactly how much she was worth.

He released her muzzle, only for the stupid bitch to scream again. Frustrated, the older boy returned his paw to the dog's neck, closing his fingers around her throat until her cries were strangled. She choked and gasped, eyes wide with terror, but he kept a tight grip, running his free hand through her nipples. "You're gonna make a great mom. I can't wait to see these all swollen with milk."

Now her ears worked, and she laid them flat, nostrils heaving with the effort to simply breathe. He knew she was in heat, and was even _hoping_to knock her up! The eighth grader shuddered and kicked her legs, but the large husky just kept slamming down into her, stretching her wider and wider. She felt his knot swelling just outside, the thick bulge grinding against her pink lips. He was choking her, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Emboldened, Kirby slid his hand between her and the bed, running his nails through her fur as he scratched lower and lower, until her reached her long, fluffy tail. "Isn't this better?" he asked. "Giving someone what they want for once? Don't worry, you'll like this," he suggested, snaking his fingers beneath her tail.

Melissa stiffened, curling her tail, but his hand was too strong. She felt his fingers teasing her tailhole, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop him, not even beg. Her gasping whines were certainly not doing anything! She prayed to pass out - perhaps he'd let her go.

Or perhaps not.

Either way, she maintained consciousness long enough to groan when Kirby pushed two fingers into her butt, rigid digits spreading her almost as wide as the bare cock in her pussy. "Don't worry, girl, I'll be popping both your cherries tonight - but that one'll have to wait," he grinned, pulling his hand free. Grabbing her instead by the shoulder, he climbed over her just enough to get a really fast, hard thrusting pattern, tugging his dick freed only to plunge it back down until his fat knot squished painfully against her ragged vulva.

Only when she was just about to collapse underneath him did he remove his hand, and this time she didn't scream - too busy gasping for air to quell the tingles that had overtaken her young brain. Her throat ached from where he'd bruised her trachea, but she was so grateful to be breathing again that she yelped, "Th-thank you..."

"Told you you'd come around," he smiled down at the panting puppy. "Now be a good girl and take my knot."

Melissa's eyes widened, her chest still heaving for air, eyes lowered to watch the huge husky pounding his enormous knot against her heat-swollen spade. Try as he might, his extra girth was too much for the bulging Brittany to accommodate. Whimpering, she pleaded with Kirby, "D-don't! I-I'm in heat..."

Kirby growled at the curly-furred red-and-white spotted dog. "Did you miss the part about becoming a mom? I don't negotiate with uppity bitches."

She tried her best to keep from squealing, knowing that that would only get her choked again, but her voice still adopted a high-pitched whimper that made Kirby cringe. She squeaked, "It won't fit!"

"It better, or I'm gonna make it fit..." he threatened.

Shuddering, Melissa tried, spreading her little legs until they dangling in the air on either side of the big husky, trying to relax her pussy. She didn't_want_ him inside her, but she knew it would go better for her. Sobbing, she pushed up against her rapist, praying for his giant glands to pop inside her, despite what that would mean for the young girl.

But it wouldn't go in. He battered her sore cunny again and again, her voice raw from whining. Unable to take it anymore, Melissa whined, "Kirby, please...it won't fit."

The slap was unexpected, a solid backhand that send Melissa's head into the soft bed. Still, her temples swam, her neck craned. Her lower lip trembled, but she didn't dare cry, lest she anger him more. He said, "It's going in, one way or another."

Desperate, Melissa found herself reached down with both paws, overheated, sore, and out of breath. He could kill her, if he wanted, and he might just accidentally do it if she didn't perform. Head swimming, the thirteen-year-old tucked her dew claws into either side of her outstretched spade, biting her lip as she spread herself painfully apart for him. He grinded himself against her, knot colliding with her proffered pussy. She tugged harder, the nails digging into her flesh, her folds straining apart, and with his next thrust...

Pop!

He sank balls-deep into her, her underage pussy bloating out like a balloon around his knot. Now that he was in her, her cunt quivered tightly around him, made to hold him in. In ecstasy, Melissa gasped, "Yes!"

"Told ya," he grunted. "Now to knock your ass up."

Despite the fear racing through her nervous system, she felt elation at actually managing to fit the husky. She almost didn't think about what he was about to do to her because of that, holding her tail to the side and whimpering as he fucked her into the cushions. She felt used and sore and ragged, but those feelings faded quickly against his huge knot. It lay buried right next to her clitoris, just inside her triangular folds. The fat knot quivered against her, triggering waves of endorphins through her small body in a semi-random rhythm that felt almost like Morse code. Spreading her legs farther, the Brittany howled, until Kirby growled, "Shut your trap!"

She yelped, and bit down on her tongue, forcing her voice to cut off, whining softly as his sharp, fast thrusts send waves throughout her body. But she couldn't keep it back for long, the pleasure once again flooding her young brain, and her whimpers and whines grew in pitch and volume until Kirby finally said, "Enough!" and grabbed her neck with both paws. He closed off her vocal chords, choking her violently as he bucked his hips, enjoying the way her tight pussy milked him.

He didn't last long, thankfully for Melissa, her choked off cries of pain and pleasure dwarfed by Kirby's exultant howling. He choked her until she was blue under the fur, and then he came, erupting inside her trembling pussy. Balls clenching, he drained himself into the whimpering bitch, groaning in pleasure the whole time. It was the best he had ever felt.

The thirteen-year-old was barely holding on to her consciousness when a fresh wave of pleasure gripped her heated pussy, rocking her small body and clouding her mind. Neurons that were supposed to fire didn't, those that weren't did, and her entire brain felt like a buzz of a mush of sensations that resulted in her rump bouncing and trembling and straining around, each powerful jerk grinding her little nub against the husky's huge cock. If she could concentrate, she might have felt him swamp her fertile womb, shooting load after load against her waiting eggs, fulfilling Kirby's promise. Instead, she just felt good, and perhaps might have simply fainted if not for the sudden release of her neck as Kirby lost himself, digging his claws into the blankets instead of her neck.

Air rushed into her lungs and into her brain stabilizing her at the last possible moment, the elation of sex and survival leaving Melissa a sobbing, trembling mess, her hips humping up and down against Kirby's slowing thrusts. "O-ohhhhh!" she whined. "Nnnnghh!" she quavered.

"There's a good little brood-whore," Kirby gasped, tied and stuck even though his own body had been pushed to his peak.

"Th-thank you," she gasped again. "For not..."

'For not' what? Killing her? Choking her unconscious? Letting her say 'no'? She didn't know, panting for air.

"Now you know what you're worth," Kirby growled. "Be glad you're better off alive than dead."

"I - I am!" she inhaled loudly, shivering.

She didn't dare speak while Kirby finished up in her, using his tie to squirt a few more heavy loads. He used her up and then pulled out, flopping her onto the bed like discarded tissue paper. His massive cock (how had that ever fit?) glistened in the dim light, coated in a slushy mix of his cum and her arousal.

"C-can I go, now?" she asked, no longer daring to pretend that she wasn't at the husky's whims.

"If that's what you want," he grinned at the sopping, abused Brittany.

Melissa nodded, her legs aching as she climbed to her feet. She felt like she'd been hit by a freight train. She knew that as soon as she was beyond that door, she'd regain her composure and run to the first teenager who might help her. She'd never felt the kinds of pleasure he'd just given her, but she knew better than to trust the violent male, and if she didn't turn him in, he might do this to another girl. Limping toward the door, she realized it was locked. She couldn't turn the little lock, at least not without a lot of time.

Kirby growled behind her. "Failed the test."

Melissa glanced over her shoulder, only to peer up into the angry muzzle of the grey-furred husky. He continued, "A good bitch wants what her_master_ wants. And I promised to pop both your cherries, didn't I?"

Melissa's eyes widened, and she reached a paw to the lock, but had nowhere near enough time to open the door before Kirby reached down and grabbed her by the haunches, picking her up until her pretty little tail was level with his cock. "Kirby...please..." she gasped.

A cold, dark voice replied, "You better be begging for my cock up your ass."

Melissa froze. There was no appealing to Kirby's empathy. She lowered her ears and shook away her desire to fight, to rebel. When she spoke, she said, "I...was." Shivering, she lifted her tail for the big dog, like a furry wheelbarrow.

He was no frills as he obliged her, poking his fat cock into her tight, virgin tailhole. Her rectum bulged painfully around him, but at least he did her the decency of swelling his knot inside her straining sphincter. Her front paws barely reached the floor as he bucked and pounded her ass, just feet from the locked door that had trapped her in with this beast. It hurt, reaming her tunnel until she was burning and aching around him. Her eyes popped open again as she felt him swell inside her until her poor rectum was bulging out like a baseball. He didn't bother to even touch her dripping pussy, letting his fluids leak out onto the carpet beneath her.

"Now you're learning," Kirby growled. "A good bitch takes it all quietly."

She hated it, but she didn't want to fight him. Whimpering, she held herself up with one paw, sliding the other to her swollen snatch. He didn't seem to object when she started to paw herself, her paw suddenly drenched in cum. Still, she was in heat, and her vulva ached to be filled. She squished one digit, and then another, until almost her whole paw was buried between her legs. "Nnnngh!" she gasped, the pleasure returning, even as Kirby completed his tie.

That was when she felt it. Kirby's knot was pressing up against something inside her, stimulating her hard in a way that hadn't happened just with her clitoris. While she rubbed her pink nub, his dick shoved deep inside her, grinding up against something else. "P-pull out!" she whined, though that was the last thing she wanted. Sure enough, her protests only made Kirby harder, and he pounded her relentlessly, grabbing her by the scruff of her neck and lifting her off the ground until all four of her feet were level. Melissa gasped and growled and came, her body erupting into violent thrusts that only drove Kirby on. Together, the two climaxed together, another load dumped deep inside her, even as his first ejaculation spilled down her paw onto the ground.

They howled and groaned together for once, loins glowing and clenching, until Kirby fell to his knees and collapsed over Melissa. She let her tongue loll out over the floor, exhausted, in pain, but covered in a warm, intense glow that soothed the young Brittany.

"I thought," he gasped, "You'd learned your lesson."

Taking a deep breath, she managed to reply, "I-I guess you're not that good a teacher."

He smacked her again, though his firm knot kept her in place. "You want to say that again?"

"N-no, sir."

With a grunt, he pulled free of his underage victim, overstretching her aching tailhole. "Sounds like you need another lesson. I'm gonna get cleaned up, and get some school supplies."

"What? The others have to be done - you've got to let me go!" she whined.

Kicking her in the ribs, Kirby said, "You don't tell me what to do."

He left her there, locking the apartment from the outside (he knew where they kept the key). He felt confident she couldn't work the lock, at least not before he would get back. With a disturbing spring in his step, he snuck out to Robert's garage, looking for something in particular.

Melissa groaned, her side bruised, climbing to shaky feet. She knew she had to escape, or there was no telling what Kirby would do to her. She coughed and sputtered, her neck pained with each swallow, knowing that when he got back he would most certainly rape her again. And what was he trying to find? Gasping, the four-legger crawled to the door of the apartment, the knob locked. She lifted her paws and tried to get her claws into the mechanism to turn the lock, but it was hard. She could only apply a little pressure to the metal. She was trapped, and doomed to give the horny husky whatever he wanted of her. She had the proof of that still leaking between her legs. Ears drooping, she came to terms with her helplessness, dreading the unknown.

She was about to give up when her dewclaw latched the device and it turned. A loud, satisfying click announced her success, and it only took a minute for her to turn the whole knob with her mouth. She'd done it! Kirby wasn't back, and the rest of the house was open and available. She could run for it, and scream for help.

But she didn't. She took one step out of the door and stopped. What am I doing?_She realized that in that moment of defeat, when she'd given up hope, she'd felt _liberated. Her abused, fertile pussy had quivered in expectation of Kirby's return, and the possibility of another intense orgasm like the two she'd already experienced at his rough paws. She didn't want to escape!

Taking a deep breath, the thirteen-year-old spotted dog pulled the knob almost shut, her large ear to the door, and it was only when she finally heard Kirby come back that she tried to make her 'escape'. Kirby jumped back as the door swung open, and Melissa ran for it.

"Bad dog!" he yipped, crouching quickly to grab the squirming girl in his arms. She kicked and struggled, but he held her firm. Meeting her gaze, the husky bared his teeth and slapped her across the muzzle, making her head ring. Before she could recover, he had wrapped a chain around her neck, and only then did she realize it was a choke chain that Robert's family must have used to train a mindless pet dog at some point. "School's still in session, bitch!" he growled in her ear, standing up and yanking the leash attached to her collar.

With a high-pitched whine, Melissa was yanked back into the apartment, dragged off her feet. Kirby slammed the door behind him, lifting Melissa up and throwing her on the bed before he yanked the chain taut again. She didn't have a choice but to follow, or her airway would be cut off, and the Brittany squirmed on her belly to the edge of the bed where he stood, leash held high in hand.

"Suck it, slut," he growled, indicating his firm cock proudly presented at eye level. When she balked, he yanked the chain so hard she saw stars. Tail tucked between her legs, the young girl did as she was told. He'd cleaned himself up, and she took in his musky scent and then flavor, wrapping her warm, wet tongue around the belly of his beast, aware that one false move would be 'corrected' by the collar still digging into her skin. He couldn't know that she'd been dragging her feet and resisting him just to feel his punishment. She slowed her licks until she knew he would reprimand her, whimpering when he gave her what she wanted.

He yanked the leash, "You'll have to do better than that, cunt."

"Let me go..." she begged.

"You don't learn fast, do you, feral fuckhole? If you won't lick it, I'll _make_you."

"Kirby!" she whined in protest.

He dropped the leash, allowing her to breathe for just a moment before she felt two powerful hands on the back of her head. His tapered tip hit her muzzle with a deep thrust, spreading her jaws as he forced himself into her. Gagging, Melissa tried to pull away, but Kirby held her in place as he began to hump into her. She slurped helplessly up the husky's length, tasting his own spent cum, relaxing her throat as he fucked her face. It took all her willpower to hold her reflex.

"That's better," he growled, spilling more of his cum straight into the Brittany's esophagus.

But he gave up soon, saying, "But this ain't gonna make sure you're stuffed with husky pups. Turn around - or you'll regret it."

Coughing and gasping for air, Melissa set her jaw. She wasn't about to just give the older boy what he wanted. He'd have to take it. And take it he did, when she refused. Grabbing her by the scruff of her neck, he effortlessly picked the young girl up and slammed her onto the bed, her legs crumpling up painfully beneath her. A gleam in his eye, Kirby spanked her, hard, under the tail, striking her swollen pussy. Feeling that soft flesh, he yanked her up again, lifting her in front of him as he jabbed his fingers up between her legs. Melissa dangled there as he worked her sore vulva.

"Disobedient little bitch," he growled, tossing her back onto the bed hard enough that she collided with the wall. She yelped, but before she could finish the sound, he was already yanking on her leash, the choke collar constricting around her neck as she was dragged across the bed back to the fierce high schooler. "When I want to fuck you, I get to fuck you!" he announced.

This time, he grabbed her by the tail and lifted her into the air again, her tail bones stretched and in pain. Tears spilled onto the bed as she fought the pain, whining as he took advantage once more, licking her sopping spade. She hung in front of him, staring at his belly button and yelping in pleasure and pain, her pussy clenching hard around his inquisitive tongue. "Kirby!" she moaned, legs kicking weakly.

Taking a step back, he dangled her three feet off the carpet before letting her go. With a muffled thump she hit her head first on the ground, the rest of her body collapsing on top of her. Dazed, she could only wince as he tugged her back up with the choke collar, opening the door to the apartment. "If you won't give in, I'll make you do it," he barked, wrapping the handle of the leash around the outside door knob and swinging the strong cloth over the top of the door.

Where Melissa dangled by the neck, the collar choking her harder and harder as it held up her entire weight. She was hung from the door, three feet from the ground, spinning back and forth, her voice completely cut off as her airflow was cut off. I - I can't breathe! she thought, but she couldn't exactly tell Kirby that. Kirby knew, right? He couldn't leave her there long. Yet Melissa watched as the husky walked back away from her, sitting on the edge of the bed, his right hand on his bright, red cock. He was licking his lips and humping his hand, watching the thirteen-year-old getting choked in front of him!

Frantically, Melissa reached for the collar, but her paws could do nothing to loosen the noose around her. She kicked her legs and tried to whine, but no sound came out. Just weak, pathetic struggles as Kirby pawed off.

"Now I bet you wish you'd listened," he said, grimacing. "Should I just leave you hanging? I'm sure the others wouldn't think twice if I came back without you." He moaned, pre-cum spilling freely from his tip. "Just say 'help' if you want me to help you."

The best the red-speckled bitch could do was let out a weak cough and kick all four legs. Her face was feeling cold and her lungs were feeling warm, but Kirby made no move to help. She tried again, and again to form the words, but she couldn't. She'd wanted it, until now. He was going to let her die up there! Being tossed around and manhandled was one thing, but her vision was starting to fade. She idly wondered if he would use her after she passed on...

But it was then that the brutal boy stood up, walking to his young victim and lifting her rump-first over his crotch. He held her there, and the chain relaxed, and Melissa gasped and panted for the best air she'd ever breathed. Her failing body recovered, temperature stabilizing, chest heaving. "Th-thank you..." she yelped in a hoarse, injured voice.

"Spread those legs, or this time, I will leave you there."

This time, she didn't dare risk pushing him further. Whining, the young girl spread her hind legs, revealing her fat spade. Her tail dangled limply below her, tickling the boy's cock. With a grin, the husky lowered her onto his cock, thrusting up and into the whimpering bitch. The chain constricted again as he pulled her down onto his cock, Melissa's eyes bugging out. The metal links dug into her chin, wearing painfully at the fur, and just after regaining her breath, she was deprived of it again.

But only for a moment. With a grunt, Kirby humped upward, lifting her just enough that she could steal a half-breath here, and a quarter-gasp there. Not enough for the long term, but she was sucking in enough oxygen to avoid passing out. He let her dangle by the neck, only his cock keeping her alive with each thrust. She knew she was on the edge of life and death, her fate entirely in Kirby's hands, and the sensation was intense. Her fear, pain, and pleasure mixed together into a euphoria unlike anything she could have imagined, begging and bucking for the husky's live-giving cock. The minute he stopped pounding her was the minute before she would choke to death, and yet she still found herself squeezing down around his cock, trying to tie. Of course that meant she'd be pulled further down, choking her out, but her lips quivered and convulsed in a way that made her simply not care about her life.

Grabbing her by the forelegs, Kirby slammed her back against the door, groaning as he penetrated the pooch again and again, faster and faster until she couldn't get any air in the miniscule gaps between thrusts. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her tongue stuck out, breathing only by instinct, the choke collar tight around her neck. Kirby didn't notice or care, launching himself up so hard that he knotted her, his huge cock tugging her down even tighter into her noose.

Air left her young, trembling body, and she quivered there for two moments before her whole body erupted into spasms of delight, her woozy brain just holding on as she came buckets around him, her spade like an extra limb for all it was grabbing him and pulling her down. "Take it all, bitch," he groaned, amazed by her quivering quim, and he lost himself inside her, splattering her for the second time in her defenseless womb. He was so lost in orgasm, that he would never realize how close she was to death. She watched as if floating above as Kirby tried his level best to knock her up again, never realizing that by the time he was done flooding her, she would be gone.

Whining weakly in grim acceptance, Melissa road out her climax wondering what, if anything, she would have done differently. She could have - should have - run when she had the chance, but she knew she wouldn't have. Even if she could go back and redo it. Gritting her teeth, Melissa spent herself completely, brain starting to burn and fade away. So good, she thought as darkness began to envelop her.

And then the chain relaxed. Kirby had reached around and unhooked the leash from the knob, and suddenly she could breathe again. Air flooded her lungs and oxygen coursed through her veins, extending and enhancing her young orgasm, squeezing down and milking the moaning male as hard as she could. She took it all right up the cooch, whining and moaning, "Th-thank you! Th-thank you!" to her savior. He'd brought her back from the edge of death.

Grinning at the pathetic pup, Kirby panted and picked her up, flopping backwards onto the bed, Melissa still tied tightly to his erupting cock. For once, he let her just relax and cum, until she was gasping in a ragged heap on his belly. She was battered and bruised, her throat still aching from where he'd choked her, ribs sprained, her once-virgin pussy a bloated mess on the huge husky's knot. As she lay on his chest, she felt better than she ever had before. She didn't love Kirby, but she certainly loved what he did to her.

With a smirk, he said, "Told you you liked it."

Taking a deep breath, Melissa growled, "Fuck you!"

As she felt him tug his knot free of her gaping cunt and his nails digging painfully into the back of her neck, she hid a smile. Here we go again...

* * * * *

Robert and Uwe returned to the living room to find Andre lying on the couch, listening to music. They had no idea what he'd been up to, unable to smell as well as a four-legger. They walked side-by-side, not holding hands, still sweaty but mostly cleaned up. "Did you not find anyone?" Robert asked.

The Beauceron glanced up at the two and shrugged. "What about you? I thought you were...into Sydney?"

Robert glanced at Uwe who said dispassionately, "He found me first, so we snuggled. Have you seen Kirby?"

Andre could smell them, and could tell that they'd done a fair bit more than just_snuggle_, but he didn't call her on it. "Nope. Maybe _he_found Sydney."

"Probably," Robert said softly. He could only hope his friend was more loyal than he was.

Sitting on opposite sides of the room, the three watched a movie quietly, until the poodle and Weimaraner joined them. "Oh, hey," Sydney said nonchalantly to her almost-boyfriend.

Robert gave her an upward nod. "You were with Jane?"

"She found me first."

Jane shivered. "Does that mean Kirby found Melissa?"

Uwe replied, "We haven't seen either of them."

The Golden Retriever shook his head. "Kirby's into Uwe. I don't think he'd be gone so long with Melissa."

Sure enough, Kirby returned alone, freshly showered. "Oh, hey guys," he said casually.

Jane, concerned, said, "W-where's Melissa?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah," he said, shaking his head to dislodge the fresh water. "I couldn't find her for the longest time, and then I think I saw her walking home?"

Sydney chimed in, "Alone? At night?" Sure Robert lived in a relatively safe neighborhood, but that was a long walk!

Kirby shrugged. "I'm sure she's fine. C'mon, stop worrying so much. I love this movie!"

Robert looked around the group and said, "That was the least eventful game of snugglebug we've ever played," not looking over at Uwe.

Sydney's eyes shot to Jane and then Andre, before glancing up at Robert. "Yeah, pretty boring."

Kirby smiled, totally unaware that all three girls were decidedly pregnant. "Melissa's the only one that's happy. She won."

* * * * *

The Brittany was lying on her side, motionless in an alley, three blocks away from the house. Her fur was matted and wet, rough and torn, her eye and ribs bruised badly. Her neck was worse, some fur missing against the brutality. When Jamey Carlisle found her, she was still leaking from her freshly violated ass and pussy, leaking in a puddle on the sidewalk. Her tail was kinked and dislocated, and her tongue stretched out across the ground.

Jamey screamed and knelt beside the thirteen-year-old.

"Wake up! Wake up! Are you..."

Gently, she stirred.I'm alive, she thought, grateful. The last thing she remembered, Kirby had covered her head with pillows, fucking her from behind. With a spare glance between her legs, she saw that he had finished up even after she passed out. With a rough, scratchy voice, the injured thirteen-year-old coughed up blood and said, "I-I'm fine..."

Jamey flattened her ears. "No you're not! Wh-what happened?"

She said just what he'd told her to - that she'd been raped on the way home and tossed in this alley. Her injuries were too great to cover up for the other kids, and this was the only cover that made any sense. Now the husky had an alibi, and she could get the medical attention she needed.

They bought it, even Jane, even her mother. Melissa loved all the sympathy she was getting. Everyone send food and cards and well wishes. But none of that mattered while he was still out there. Maybe they wouldn't notice the fresh bruises if she sought him out now. No one would notice new scarred skin on her neck. They'd all wonder why she was taking so long to heal. With a grin, she snuck out at night.

To find Kirby.