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"Karen!?" Bran gasped, his daughter panting with her front paws on the door to Shaw's den, as if she were holding the locked door closed.

Like most of the den's other guests, Karen was a four-legger. Bran couldn't help but notice from the way the fourteen-year-old was propped up against the door that she wasn't wearing her diaper. She wasn't supposed to leave the house in heat without it! Though - perhaps she'd arrived at the house wearing it... Panting, the naked girl looked over her shoulder and said, "S-shaw almost got me."

The three males in the room were equally naked, and they exchanged a glance. They knew exactly what Karen meant. The wolf, Jeroux, said, "Sasha was right - that's how he intends to win the bet."

Karen turned around to face the adults, trying to keep her eyes raised. She knew what had been going on - she'd seen it live on the big screen T.V. Still, it was different being locked alone with two huge, naked males sporting bright, throbbing cocks, and her own Dad knot-deep in some moaning German Shepherd. Shaw's wife, no doubt. "Dad..." she acknowledged, looking away.

Bran stuttered, "I-it's not what it looks like!" but it sure looked a lot like he was buried in Sasha, her puffy cunt bursting at the seams as the Border Collie frantically turned around, twisting his big dick inside the two-legged German Shepherd. At least that blocked Karen's view of their naughty bits. Bran said, "W-we got locked in and -"

Karen rolled her eyes. "I know. This room's being videotaped. I can't believe you're cheating on mom with that...obvious slut."

"I didn't mean to," Bran explained weakly.

The fuzzy young highschooler said, "He got Mom."

Bran cocked his head, holding back a grunt as Sasha quivered behind him. "What? Who did?"

Mick just laughed. "Pretty obvious what she means, dude."

Karen nodded in agreement. "Shaw. When I got here, he was...well, he 'accidentally' tied her."

"How do you accidentally tie someone? He just tripped and fell into her!?" Bran yipped, the fur on the back of his neck rising.

Jeroux's low voice rumbled. "I think getting into her in the first place was on purpose."

Karen nodded. "I guess as soon as she saw you cheating she was on the floor lifting her tail. And she sure didn't seem to be complaining." The girl was still panting from her recent run, her fur standing on end as she tried to ignore everything in the room. Pretending she hadn't just locked herself in with the three males - two of them with an alpha mindset.

Jeroux wasn't going to let any of them forget. "I hate to point this out, Bran, but Sasha's been_occupied_ for the last ten minutes. I didn't have a choice but to wait, before, but now..." The black-furred wolf stepped close to the right of Karen.

Mick nodded in agreement, stepping to the left of the girl, who yipped, looking back and forth between the huge guys. "Sasha's muzzle's all used up, you're up her cunt, and you're blocking her tailhole. But these three new holes just arrived..."

"Dad!" the pup protested.

Bran groaned and tested his knot, still lodged in the German Shepherd's tight spade. "There's not much I can do," he admitted to his only daughter, flattening his ears. To the two males, he said, "She's just a pup!"

The muscular sheepdog shook his head. With a single paw, Mick pushed Karen forward, holding her rump up with the back of his paw firmly beneath the collie/retriever's grey spade. Bran couldn't see exactly what the Kuvasz was looking at, but Mick took a deep breath from under the teenager's tail and said, "She smells ripe to me."

Karen's eyes were wide now, her rump on full display for this male she'd barely met before. "S-stop that!"

Sasha tried as well. "Come on, Mick, just be patient. Bran's gonna be done with me soon enough and I can take what you're packing..."

Jeroux said, "Wishful thinking, Sasha. We aren't known for our patience."

The father tried once more, "Guys, she's scared and in heat. Just leave her be!"

Mick shook his head. "Heat I can work around." He lowered his muzzle just a little beneath the girl's tail, taking another deep breath, his cold nose right up against Karen's tail hole.

She yipped and whimpered, trying to squirm forward only to be blocked by Jeroux, who stepped in front of her and quite simply sat on her face. Her protests were muffled by the wolf's rump, her own hindquarters raised for Mick. "Look, Bran," Jeroux cooed softly. "If this fuzzy litter warmer stands even a chance of getting out of this un-knocked up, you're going to have to back off and let us do our work. And you," he added, resting more of his weight on her head, "are going to have to get a lot more cooperative. What do you say, Bran?"

Resigned, Bran gave up at two weak attempts to persuade the alpha males. He wasn't optimistic, but Jeroux and Mick seemed to be offering her a way out of this room without a bloated womb, and that was the best that the Border Collie could hope for. With a sigh, he just said, "Go easy on her."