Teaser: Take My Daughter, For Example
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Karen has arrived. The source of Mandy's headaches, the mixed-breed minx is (as usual) not planning to be of any use to her mother. But Shaw's got a plan to make the girl show her mother a little respect...
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"Karen! It's not what it looks like!" the Yellow Lab yelped, on all fours in front of her fourteen-year-old daughter. Mandy was telling the truth - while it_looked_ like she was tied balls-deep with a male who was definitely not her husband, cheating on Bran in the middle of the kitchen floor, in actuality, she wasn't tied yet. And Mandy wasn't the cheater, Karen's father was! He'd started it, after all.
Shaw couldn't have asked for a better distraction, and a distraction in such an appealing package. Bran and Mandy's daughter was a perfect mix of Border Collie and Labrador, with the strong build of her mother, the black-and-white coloration of her father, and cute, medium length frizzy fur. He tried to keep it cool, making sure to keep his paws tight around Mandy's hips as he felt the bitch tighten around his cock. Of course, that was his growing knot. The housewife wasn't looking for puppies, but by the time she realized what was happening, it would be too late. Shaw was certain Sheprador puppies would be even cuter than Karen was.
It took Karen several seconds to respond, looking over her mother. Unlike the two ferals, Mandy was an anthro, trembling on all fours, wearing only bright blue lingerie that clashed nicely with her yellow fur. Finally, Karen said, "Y-you hypocritical bitch."
Shaw cocked his head, but even Mandy was surprised by the reaction. "What?"
Karen undid the clasp that held the package on her back that contained the caramel her mother had called her to bring, even though she had to gather it into her pack, without hands, and then walk seven blocks to reach the address where the Feral and Anthro Partner Potluck was happening. She turned on her mother, ears perked up and tail held aggressively as she said, "Remember how you told me I couldn't get birth control pills because you thought I'd make 'bad decisions' with my boyfriend? And I find you cheating on Dad?"
Mandy growled. "You watch your tone."
"Bit late for 'manners', Mom."
Shaw had heard and seen how beaten down Bran and Mandy looked about their kiddo, but now he knew why. The mixed pup was a roiling ball of teenage hormones. Mandy said, "_He_cheated first!" and pointed to the T.V. screen, that showed the security camera in Shaw's den. Sure enough, plastered on the big device was a perfect shot of Bran grunting and pumping into Shaw's wife, Sasha. Too bad there wasn't a close up of her grey spade bulging with the dog's knot, because they were locked together in furious fornication.
Another surprise for the young girl, and another quick recovery. Karen's eyes widened and she said, "Is FAPP some sort of secret sex club? I guess I shoulda guessed from the name. Could you at least stop while you're talking to me? God, both my parents are disgusting."
Mandy seemed to realize she was in quite the vulnerable position, and said, "Shaw...I think we're, um, done here."
Not yet, babe, he thought to himself. He shifted just enough to test his knot, but he was still too slippery for the Labrador's fat pussy. He needed more time. "You're going to let her talk to you like that?"