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He listed off the breeds at the dog park.

Dalmatian, Husky, St. Bernard. Too old. Too nerdy. Too mannish.

Basset Hound, Pug, Pomeranian. Is that a guy? Just yuck on the Pug. Now here's something.

Craig took another look at the Pomeranian. A small dog, but she was cute, and her bright, yellow fur was certainly eye-catching. She was definitely the hottest bitch at the park, and matched his pure, white, Samoyed fur quite well.

He wasn't looking at the pets of course, running around in the dirt and chewing on rotten tennis balls. Craig came to the dog park to scan the people, and the Pomeranian was definitely the winner. He did his best to get closer to her without making it obvious what he was doing.

"That a Bloodhound?" he asked, glancing down at her dog.

The young bitch's eyes popped wide, not noticing him there. She glanced down at her dog as if seeing her for the first time, and then said, "Oh, yes. Her name's Oona."

"What a coincidence. My dog's a Bloodhound, too," he lied. It was his usual lie, just more convenient considering the girl's pet.

"Oh. What's his name?" the girl asked, looking Craig up and down. The twenty-year-old looked younger than he was, and more beautiful than handsome with his luxurious fur. He'd used to wish he were a Rottweiler or something manly, but he'd figured out how to make gorgeous work for him.

"Benson. He's still recovering from a vet visit, or I'd have him here. But I'm so used to walking to the dog park, I came anyway," he chuckled. "Want to see a picture?"

The girl smiled. "Sure."

Out popped the wallet, with pictures. Sure enough, the dog pictured was Benson. She didn't have to know that Benson wasn't a pet, but actually Craig's former college roommate. Considering that he was naked except for a collar (hazing was so much fun for the ferals), she was better off thinking he was just a mindless dog.

"Oh, wow, he's a handsome dog," the girl said. She paused and said, "Hi, my name's Ginny."

He held out a hand and she shook. "Craig. Hey...what school do you go to?"

College? High School? _ Middle? _He perked his ears up, running the local schools through his head.

Ginny smiled. "Pendleton. You?"

High school, then. That put her at 14-18. "Oh, I go across town at Markwell High," he lied. "It's a bit of a commute, but they have a better car shop."

"You work in the shop?" she asked, her curled, golden tail wagging.

Craig laughed. "You wouldn't believe how long it takes to get oil stains out of this fur. Well, maybe you would guess it..."

"What grade are you in?" she asked, cocking her head.

"I'm a junior," he said smoothly. Then she'd think anything between them would be legal in this state, even if she were younger than the age of consent, 16. She looked too young to be a senior, so junior was a safe bet.

"Freshman," she said, putting her at 14. No way she'd be interested in him if she knew he was twenty, and if he got caught, that'd be statutory rape! But he didn't intend to get caught.

"Wow, you look older," Craig complimented, though the short Pomeranian looked younger, if anything. "Well, you should let me know if you need any help with your classes. I did pretty well in 9th grade."

Oona was tugging on the leash, and Ginny followed the Bloodhound, Craig close at her side. "I'll do that. Oh...what's your number?" she asked.

Too easy. He took out his phone. "Tell me yours and I'll send you a text, kay?"

"Look, I have to go," he said, "but I'll give you a call sometime. We should hang out, sometime."

"Yeah!" Ginny smiled, her flat ears belying her nervousness. If she was this shaky talking to a junior, imagine if she knew he was a college student! "We should have a doggy play date sometimes. Oona would love to meet Benson! Maybe next week?"

Craig deflated. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. "Maybe," he said.

* * * * *

And she wouldn't let the idea drop. Every time Craig texted her to hang out, she insisted on meeting Benson. Craig tried everything to change the subject away from his supposed pet dog, but nothing was doing. Finally, exasperated, he made a call he'd never thought he'd do.

"Hey, Benson? How's Big Gabe treating you?" Benson had upgraded roomies from Craig to a Great Dane starter on the football team. The college liked to pair up two and four legs so that the handed roommate could handle all the things that the feral couldn't. The two-leggers got a reduction in tuition, and the ferals got help getting dressed and reaching for things on shelves.

"Get to the point, Craig." The Bloodhound had realized pretty quickly that Craig never did anything he didn't have to, and only then when he had something to gain.

"Jeeze. Old times sake and all that?"

"I can already tell I'm not going to like this."

Craig gritted his teeth. Benson could be such a prick. "Look, I need a wingman for a double date. And it's gotta be you."

"What about your girlfriend?"

"She would make a pretty bad wingman, don't you think?" Craig replied. "Look, it's just a fling. Cynthia doesn't need to know."

Benson sighed. "Tell me the catch. You wouldn't be calling me if there weren't a catch."

"So...the girl I'm into has a Bloodhound."

"Her roommate only likes other Bloodhounds?" Benson asked.

Craig sighed. There was no way this was going to work. "No...it's not her roommate. It's her pet. I need you to play a pet dog so I can make the moves on the girl."

"Craig, you insolent little prick. No way."

"You owe me, Benson. Remember?"

There was a pause on the line, and Craig suddenly sensed he'd gotten an opening. After all, Craig had played wingman for Benson a year ago. A feral Komondor and her German Shepherd roommate. Only...Benson had a thing for the Shepherd. Not too uncommon, really - when two ferals got together no one could wash the dishes. So Craig had a date with the Komondor. If you've never seen one, look it up. It was like fucking a mop.

And Craig did fuck her, too. It quickly became clear that the German Shepherd was only doing this to get the fat, white bitch a casual hook-up, and if the Samoyed didn't come through, Benson wasn't going to get any either. Three of the four went home happy, with Craig washing himself off in the dorm showers for a few hours.

"Come on, Craig, at least Barbara was a person. This is not the same."

Craig paused on the phone just long enough to let Benson contemplate it. Then he said, "It's not like you've got to fuck the bitch. Just play pet for an hour or two so I can get a piece of Pomeranian tail. You owe me at least that much."

There was a pause on the other end. "A Pom, huh? She cute?"

"Yeah, man. She's _really_cute."

...

...

"Fine, I'll do it. But then we're even, Craig."

* * * * *

Ginny was excited. She'd struck out completely in middle school. Despite her good looks, she'd been so much shorter than the other girls, and hadn't developed her curves. But last summer she'd filled out, started to wear skimpier clothes, and could see first hand how she was turning guy's heads. She still hadn't gotten the nerve to ask a guy out, but Craig was coming over with his dog - the perfect excuse for a little alone time.

Craig said his family was home all the time, so they decided to meet at Ginny's house on a Saturday when her parents were out of the house. The perfect trap - Ginny _and_Oona were in heat. She doubted Craig was the kind of junior who needed a lot of encouragement, but the underlying scent would get him going.

She'd accrued a small stockpile of condoms from the school nurse's office (she left them in a bowl on the desk), and she'd masturbated so much she was sure her cherry was popped. Nothing was going to ruin this moment. She'd even cleaned herself...down there, in case he was into butt stuff. She took a deep breath, hoping that Craig was the kind of guy who was okay with a casual fling. She didn't want to have to wait three dates!

She adjusted her hair three times, until her curly locks fell just right across her forehead, adjusting her ears until they were at the ideal angle, but it was all for nothing when the doorbell rang. She jumped, her heart pounding, and ran to the door, Oona already there and barking. She tugged on the Bloodhound's leash to get her under control, since she wasn't sure how Benson would react.

"Bark, dude. Don't blow your cover!" Craig whispered, his old roommate standing beside him on the front step, completely nude aside from the collar and leash that the Samoyed had insisted he wear.

Glaring at his old friend, Benson gave his best three barks and wagged his tail. He hadn't been around many pet dogs, obviously, but he tried to match what he'd seen on T.V.

The door opened, Samoyed and Pomerarian staring at each other. Oona didn't care about the sexual tension, tugging on the leash so hard the bedazzled girl let go of the leash. Like that, Oona was on and around and under Benson, her tail wagging as she snuffled every last inch of the older, handsome Bloodhound. Benson tried to emulate her behavior, but he couldn't come close to the sheer exuberance of a bitch - in heat, no less - he realized, noting the white diaper the dog was wearing. He spun around in place, reflexively trying to hide his private parts from the nosy dog.

"Oona, no!" Ginny yelped, and grabbed at the leash, pulling her back.

"I guess they like each other," Craig grinned, though the reciprocity of the arrangement was definitely in question.

"Here, let's let them meet each other in the backyard," Ginny said quickly, pulling her dog into the house.

Benson took this chance to glance up at Craig and say, "I'm starting to think you're gonna owe _me_after this."

Craig shook his head before following into the house. "At least your 'date' is cute. Mine was a discarded pile of rope."

The twenty-year-old Bloodhound rolled his eyes.

It was a short walk to the back door, and Oona was already dashing around the yard, excitedly. "Go on, Benson," Craig encouraged, removing the leash, and the four-legged male complied, hopping into the yard only to be ambushed by Oona once again, while Ginny and Craig watched from the door.

Ginny laughed, "I was starting to wonder if you even had a dog, the way you kept making excuses." Craig looked her up and down. The Pomeranian had chosen a blouse and yoga pants that creased noticeably between the legs. At _his_high school, girls weren't allowed to wear the skin-tight pants, and Ginny was a prime example of why. She could almost have been standing there naked, the way her fortune cookie strained against the fabric.

He laughed. "Like I said, he was still recovering from the vet. I thought the ol' cone would get in the way."

"What surgery was it?" Ginny asked.

Craig froze. Why hadn't he thought of this before coming here? "N-neutering," he stammered.

"Dude - they didn't do a great job..." Ginny said, pointing to the yard where Oona had her nose up under Benson's tail. Obviously the feral hadn't been neutered. What was Craig thinking? His short fur didn't even obscure the large balls that were practically resting on Oona's nose.

Craig laughed. "No, no, it was a vasectomy. It's...healthier for the dog, you know."

"Oh, I didn't know that," the yellow-furred Pomeranian replied.

Benson was too busy trying to pretend he was a pet dog to hear the two talking about him in the door. Oona was certainly nosy. Benson couldn't really bring himself to sniff the female Bloodhound, but he made a few passing motions that he thought looked kind of convincing.

Ginny cocked her head. "I thought he'd be sniffing and peeing all over the yard, what with Oona being in heat."

"Oh, yeah," Craig said. "He'd just really well trained, you know." Raising his voice, Craig called to Benson, "It's okay, boy. Go pee!"

Internally, Craig was giddy, even though he could have easily said something along the lines where Benson had urinated before coming over. Even though he knew this request would make Benson, who was already doing a ridiculous favor for him, mad. Even though the stunned look on the Bloodhound's face almost gave the whole game away to Ginny.

But it was all worth it when his former college roommate flattened his ears, walked over to a bush, and lifted a leg. Craig doubted his 'friend' was actually peeing, but he had to suppress a chuckle anyway. "Good boy!" he said, pushing his luck.

Benson grated at the Samoyed, but he did owe the asshole for hooking up with a giant ball of yarn for him. He'd always thought that putting up with Craig for a year was payment enough, though. Helping him cheat on his girlfriend with a Pom bitch that was clearly underage would definitely be the last he ever dealt with the white-furred beast if he had any say in the matter. At least Oona was finally calming down around him.

"Hey, I brought a movie," Craig said suddenly. "Wanna watch?"

"Sure," she said, not even asking what film. Ginny didn't have a lot of experience in this area, but she knew that it didn't really matter what movie the boy brought - they weren't going to be watching much of it. "Come in, Oona!"

The couch was comfortable enough as the two-leggers settled in. "No dogs on the couch!" she said pointedly to Benson. The Bloodhounds lay on the floor, Oona still panting from all the exuberance, while the movie began to play.

The title screen hadn't even come up before Craig made his move. He wasn't some meek junior! He was gratified that the highschooler didn't even hesitate when he put his arm around her, nor when he went in for a kiss.

Benson tried to watch the film, forced to sit idly by like a mindless pet while his bro started necking with a fourteen-year-old. As if that weren't enough, Oona started snuffling at her diaper, her leg up in the air as she nibbled at the uncomfortable cloth. The pet looked like some of the bitches he looked up on internet porn sites, and he suddenly wondered if any of those sites dressed up pets to save money on actors. She was young and her fur had a beautiful brown sheen to it. Still, Benson was more attracted to two-leggers, and though he knew it wasn't exactly fair since he sported the same thing, he wasn't particularly a fan of the drooping jowls on Bloodhounds.

Ginny was leaning back against the arm of the couch now, Craig half covering her, his head cocked, full on French kissing the young bitch. She wrapped her paws around him, pulling him closer and pressing her small, but curvy boobs against his chest. Slowly, he snuck a white paw under her blouse, sliding his paw pad up her belly. She moaned and arched her back as he reached up and groped her boob. Jackpot!

"I'm not a slut," she yipped suddenly.

Craig froze, pulling his paw away from her. "Huh?"

"I've never done this before..." she admitted, biting her lower lip. She hadn't meant to bring this up. It wasn't on the script. But the idea filled her head suddenly that Craig would be wondering why she was so easy, and whether she just put out for every guy. She could imagine him growing more disgusted with every touch.

"Do you want me to slow down?" Craig asked, trying to hide the obvious disappointment in his voice.

"No - just...you're the first boy I've kissed."

The Samoyed ought to have felt a tinge of guilt, masquerading as a boy 4 years younger to be this young woman's first time. But he only felt exhilarated. "It's okay. Let me take the lead, alright?" he said, hoping to make the young bitch even more pliable. With that, he placed his paw right back where it was, gently squeezing her tit.

"O-okay..." she whined, her toes curling.

While she clung onto the older male, shivering, Benson was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Oona was up and about again, pushing up against him and sniffing at him again. She kept shoving her rump in his face, the crinkly diaper brushing against him. Would the horny adult and his teen score even notice if he left? He could get the door to the kitchen open at least...

Craig knew that the only way to go all the way was to round third first, so he tested the waters with his left paw teasing the waistband of her yoga pants. She whimpered his name, so he slipped under, sliding down to find her wet, puffy spade. No doubt about it, the fourteen-year-old was in heat, and she was_sopping_ wet. As swollen as she was, he tested her opening to find her nice and tight, poking a digit inside her.

"Clothes off," she groaned, unbuttoning her own blouse just enough that she could shunt the top off over her head.

Craig wasn't going to argue, tossing his shirt on the floor near the Bloodhounds, before working on his pants. He had to get up to get them off, Ginny still on the couch in her pants, watching with wide eyes as the Samoyed lowered it all, revealing his soft, white sheath, sporting a nice, stiff, red erection.

Instinctively the young bitch in heat whimpered and spread her legs apart, stretching her yoga pants even more, every contour of her fat spade standing at attention. She didn't notice how Benson was noticeably uninterested in anything happening on the couch. She only had eyes for Craig, as the pure white male swooped in, grabbing the waistband of her pants and tugging. Ginny lifted her hindquarters to help as he peeled the navy blue cloth off of her, opening her pink spade to the living room. He wasn't surprised to see that she'd forgone panties - the better to show off her wares.

With a snap, the pants went flying, landing unceremoniously on top of Benson. He grimaced. Sure, Craig had bitten the bullet and fucked a fat feral for the Bloodhound, but at least he hadn't also had to watch as Benson pounded the hot Shepherdess. But he couldn't exactly pipe up and tell Craig to 'get a room'. He shook his head and stood up, to dislodge the teenager's sweat pants. They were absolutely _rank_with the girl's heat.

Oona took notice, sniffing the pants, and almost as if Ginny's heat reminded her of her own, the brown bitch turned and presented herself to Benson, in the perfect posture, tail shunted off to the side, looking over her shoulder. Of course, she was still wearing her diaper, but the offer was unmistakable, especially when paired with a low bark.

Benson pretended not to notice, but Ginny's ears twitched, and she finally glanced over at the two dogs. Shivering, she looked up at Craig and said, "We should let them do it."

Craig paused. Benson would never go for it. That was bestiality! As funny as trying to push Benson's buttons might be, the Samoyed knew his old roommate would blow his cover. He smiled and said, "We should do it."

But Ginny sat up, ignoring, for the moment, the twenty-year-old's raging cock. "No, I want to see it. Oona's never been with a boy dog before. And it's not like she can get pregnant." She shivered. Ginny definitely was trying to delay, but she also wanted Oona to be happy, and what a perfect opportunity, since Benson was shooting blanks! Maybe if she saw Oona get some, she'd feel less nervous with Craig.

"Ginny..." Craig grimaced. The Pomeranian certainly could get stubborn.

"I'll get some scissors - these diapers are hell to take off," she volunteered, hopping off the couch and running, naked, to the kitchen.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Craig hopped down next to Benson. He let out a harsh whisper, "Dude, she wants you to fuck Oona..."

"I know, I have ears," Benson grumbled back. "That's not happening."

"Duh," he replied. "But can you just...play along while I get her worked up? Make like a stud dog for a minute or two, and then I'll take her off to a bedroom."

"You've gotta be -"

But that was when the girl returned, scissors pointed down like she learned in preschool. "Here you go, girl," she said, kneeling behind her year-old puppy. She snipped quickly, tossing the smelly diaper into the growing pile of discarded clothes. In seconds, the barely restrained scent of Bloodhound in heat joined Pomeranian for a spicy mix that was affecting both males.

Now, Oona's presenting was much more revealing. There just inches from Benson's face was the dog's naked rump, her tail wagging just above her black spade, swollen and stiff, poking out several inches from her body.

"Good boy," was said, but this time it was Ginny. "Get a whiff of that, Benson," she said, crouched next to Craig.

Benson had to make a choice - play along, or blow it for Craig and owe the asshole even more. For now, at least, he decided to play along. Besides which, it was probably illegal for a twenty-year-old feral to waltz naked into a high school freshman's house and pee on her bushes. Lifted his big head, he sniffed a few feet from Oona. She did smell nice. And he'd heard Ginny say that she couldn't get pregnant? Was there a pill for pet dogs? Because she was definitely in heat.

Craig said, "Go on, take a lick, boy." But he was working his own magic, wrapping his arm around Ginny and sliding a paw down to her waist. He had to get her so horny she'd forget about the dogs and come with him.

With flattened ears, Benson knew he had no choice. No self-respecting pet dog would leave that throbbing fortune cookie untouched. Still, he stood reluctantly, lowering his muzzle beneath the Bloodhound bitch's tail.

"Oh, wow," Ginny whispered, still kneeling as she pressed herself against Craig, eyes locked as Benson, humiliated, finally took a lick. His large tongue sent Oona's spade bouncing up and down, an open platter for the college student. He slurped up the dog's juices, his face burning.

"I could do that for you," Craig explained, sliding his paw around the curve of her ass and gently cupping the Pomeranian's pussy.

"Not yet," she whined, but she didn't swat his paw away, letting him caress and even finger her. "I wanna see him mount!"

"He's still, you know, recovering, so I'm not sure he'll be -"

Ginny exclaimed, "Look, he's got a stiffy!"

"So he does..." Craig groaned. So much for letting the Bloodhound off easy. If only Benson could have kept it in his sheath. But sure enough, he was getting hard licking the pet dog. What a pervert!

Fuck, Benson thought, his body reacting against his own will. But what was he supposed to do? He was a Bloodhound, his unbelievably powering nose buried half-an-inch deep in Oona's heat-swollen snatch. Even with the two-leggers watching him, he couldn't hold back a fat chub. And Oona was whining and pushing back against him, more eager than any of the girls he'd ever fucked. He tried to take his time licking, hoping that Craig's hard work would finally get the Pom ready and willing, but the girl had her eyes locked on Benson.

He knew he had to at least climb on top of the bitch. Pulling his tongue out of Oona with a loud schlorp, Benson gave Craig a sideways glance, and hopped up, wrapping his paws around the dog's hips. Oona froze, her tail firmly to the side, whining obediently. Her y-shaped pussy trembled waiting for him, the warmth of her body radiating against his sensitive tip.

"Damn, Ginny...I don't think I can just watch much longer..." Craig tried.

But she shook her head, saying, "He's really going to do it! Go on, boy, stick it in!"

"Really, wouldn't you -" Craig started.

But Benson finished it. Not by blowing his cover, but by being a good wingman. He'd never be able to live this down with Craig, but he never really planned to see the Samoyed again. And Ginny didn't know he wasn't just a dumb dog. Biting his big, droopy lip, the feral pushed forward, in full view of the teen girl, his red rocket slipping inside Oona's wet, burning, dog pussy.

Both females dropped their jaws, Oona barking and bucking her hips as she was humped for the first time, Ginny moaning and sliding a paw to her own spade, working the triangular tip even as Craig cupped the bottom of her puffy pussy. The female Bloodhound's jowls shook as she whined, covered by the larger male. Benson drooled onto the back of Oona's neck, still pushing slowly forward, spreading the bitch apart. The Pomeranian gasped, "He's so big - but look how he's stretching her out!"

This settled her own nerves, glancing down at her smaller spade. She could take Craig, if Oona could take Benson! This time, when Craig reached over and picked the small teenager up, she didn't resist, carried off to the nearest bedroom, which happened to be her parent's room. "Oh, Craig," she squeaked, stretching out her head to kiss the supposed highschooler.

Craig tossed Ginny onto the bed, turning to close the door so that Benson could finally relax.

"Do you have any condoms?" he asked. The poor girl was deep in her heat, so horny that she was even turned on by two pet dogs fucking. He might have raw dogged it if she weren't, but the last thing he needed was incontrovertible evidence that he fucked a minor. Jail time and alimony were not on the Samoyed's bucket list.

"Yeah," she huffed. She'd stashed some in both bedrooms, but she was glad to be on her parent's larger queen mattress even though she'd have to wash the sheets later. Her room was covered in posters and a frilly pink comforter - this was a better place for her first time. Craig grabbed the rubber she tossed him, and expertly slid it down his glistening cock, while Ginny shivered. This was really it!

White fur blended with yellow as the college student climbed over his conquest. The young bitch spread her legs and arched her back, moaning as every touch felt like electricity through her heat-primed body. Resting on top of her, Craig squirmed forward until his covered tip invaded her spade's space, leaving her fortune cookie jumping up and down. "You ready?"

Ginny moaned, but that couldn't match the howl they both heard. A disappointed bitch? Craig wondered, until the second howl joined in. Ginny pegged it right, saying, "Atta girl." The Samoyed could hardly believe it, though. Had Benson gone through with it? But...what if he knocked the bitch up!? She was just a dog!

Benson was balls deep in the Bloodhound now, grunting as he pounded her. He'd hoped to keep it quiet, but once the bitch started barking, he knew the jig was up. Sure, he'd filled the dog's tight tunnel just to get Craig his shot with Ginny, but once he was in the eager yearling, he had to wonder just why he should stop. After all, the Pom had said Oona couldn't get pregnant. Either it was some kind of surgery or some sort of pet pill.

Animal or not, her pussy clenched tight around his fat, feral cock, and he figured he might as well get something out of his sacrifice for Craig. Besides, Oona was kinda cute for a four-legger, and the way she bellowed for him really turned him on. He grinded against her, his bare cock growing inside her until her virgin pussy stretched out like a balloon, sealing him in. He'd actually gone and knotted some ninth grader's pet bitch!

Craig, meanwhile, was just getting started with Ginny, not even a moment of guilt as he pushed his way into the unsuspecting young girl. Her nails dug into his back as she clutched him, whining as she finally became a woman. Her petals parted wet and easy for him, getting stuffed inch by inch as the man's full cock speared her. "Y-you're huge!" she whined, trying to relax.

At least the college student took his time deflowering the young blossom. He was gratified not to feel any strong resistance as he finally hilted inside her, his protected tip pressed all the way against her inner wall. "Damn, girl," he groaned, staring into her wide eyes.

Ginny was panting, the loud, bestial moans in the next room only egging her on. She pictured Benson bucking Oona, knotted deep and squirting his blanks into her greedy womb, and she wondered if the girl dog could feel the cum filling her up. How different would it be without Craig's condom? Should she have tried to lose her virginity bareback? Too late now, and too great a risk. Ginny wrapped her legs around the strong Samoyed, pulling him even closer as he began to rock back and forth, his cock gliding in and out of her squeezing spade. Then his hands were on her pert little breasts, making the overwhelmed girl toss her head back and moan.

Benson was humping so hard now, in short, powerful jabs, that he'd knocked the young Bloodhound face first onto the ground, only her brown rump lofted in the air to receive his rapid thrusts. Her wide tongue lolled out of her mouth onto the floor, hips bucking up and down and really working Benson's rock-hard member. "That's right, bitch," he whispered in the dog's ear. "Take it all like a good doggy."

His balls smacked her hind legs with each hump, but his tubes weren't snipped like Ginny thought. And Oona wasn't protected like Benson thought. Only Oona (and Craig) knew the truth - he was about to pump a litter of purebred pups into the year-old pet. Benson had to admit this was way better than he'd expected. Oona was truly working him over, and he'd rarely fucked a girl without a condom. There was something nice and intimate about the way their bare loins squeezed and tugged against each other, and the wet squish as his pre-cum greased her fertile passage.

With another dual howl, the two dogs_came_ together in blissful orgasm, Benson's balls almost bursting. His hips were a blur, pumping fast, releasing another heady gush each time his bony tip dug into her innermost wall. The purebred Bloodhounds were tied together as one, but no intermixing was as close or as intimate as what was happening inside Oona's untried womb. She whined and bucked her hips, fat bulge milking Benson for all he was worth, more and more of his sperm reaching her waiting eggs. Half of him and half of her blended together, not once, but seven times over the next few hours.

With a satisfied grunt, the clueless college student turned around, enjoying the gentle tug on his bare knot, his mind already jumping to more important things - his schoolwork, his roommate's inability to pick up his trash, and...oh yeah, what was happening one room over. He perked up an ear and listened.

Craig and Ginny were too busy to notice or care anymore about the bellows from the living room, as the Samoyed worked his knot into the young girl's virgin cunt. She clung onto him, whining as he wedged her triangular folds apart inch by inch, until she yipped. Craig popped into her, filling her completely in just a second, shoving her against her parent's bed. Ginny stared in awe between their bodies, her normally petite little mound swelled up first from her heat, and then from his huge knot. She was stretched to the limit, her pussy shuddering to contain the twenty-year-old's fat cock, his cushioned tip poking against her cervix. How her body reacted, unaware that no flood of bubbling dogseed was on its way, destined to be blocked. But her rump didn't know, humping and squeezing like her litter was up for grabs.

It was unlike anything the young bitch could have prepared for. Every nerve ending inside her was vibrating and sending pulses of pleasure through the Pomeranian's slender body, Craig's swollen glands thrumming up against her little nub of pleasure. Craig had had plenty of bitches, and Ginny was in the top ten, her tight little pussy squeezing like a vice around him. He grunted and pounded his teenage piece of tail, groping her harder and harder until she yelped.

"Unnnngh! Craiiiig..." she whined helplessly as all the sensations overwhelmed her young body.

"Damn, girl..." he panted, saying whatever random nonsense would satisfy the social interaction. But he was about to cum, and after that he wouldn't need another hit for a few days. Not with his girl Cynthia putting out as much as she did. He slid a hand to his cell phone which he'd left on the bed, and covertly tapped a useful app while Ginny was too distracted to notice.

Then it was time to bust a nut. Lifting the Pom up with both arms, Craig stood up, raising and lowering the lightweight bitch up and down his buried cock. He leaned in and took her neck in his teeth, gently enough not to hurt her. He loved the power he felt with a girl's throat in his grip. And then he hammered at her, as if he were trying to push through her damned cervix. Ginny yelped and shuddered as he drove into her, each heavy thrust launching her a few inches upward. She squeezed her arms around his back, her bloated spade jabbed up and down as the white dog took advantage of her. "N-not so rough!" she gasped, her pussy trembling, nails digging into his skin.

"Can't...help it!" he grunted, his tail curled to its maximum. He launched himself up so hard he had to curl his toes, and like that, he came first, his dick shuddering, sealed wetly to her squeezing cunny. Squirt after squirt inflated the tip of his condom, warm pressure filling Ginny's tight confines. He had to struggle not to bite down harder on the girl's neck, but he was hoping to get at least a few more nuts off in the coming week before he was done with this little bitch. The satisfaction of sudden relief spread through his body like sitting next to a warm fire, groaning each time he sent another gush of cum into the underage pup.

Ginny could barely take it all. As soon as that enormous dick started to vibrate inside her, her clit blazed on fire, giving the Pomeranian exactly what she'd wanted - a mindblowing orgasm that put her attempts to finger herself to shame. The need with which the Samoyed she'd just met humped her left her speechless, whining at the feel of his strong arms holding her still, his teeth keeping her steady while he hammered her once-virgin cunt. She knew that for the moment, at least, she was the only thing that mattered to the beautiful boy. Well, she and her tight, trembling pussy. Heat radiated through her body as he met her with gush after gush, deflected by a thin stretch of rubber, her hips slammed back and forth as she stayed perched in his fervent grasp. "Oh, Craig!" she whimpered, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.

And like that, it was over. Craig released her neck, gasping for air, his balls spent. He used the last vestiges of his strength to slow his descent back onto the bed, plopping Ginny down with a squeak of springs. Ginny stared up in awe at the man who'd just made her a woman, his heavy body pinning her comfortably to her parent's bed. She could still feel him trembling, tight and tied inside her, locked even tighter than the ferals in the other room.

"How was that?" Craig gasped, staring down into the cute Pomeranian's eyes.

"I loved it," she said, breathless, too blown away to joke about what she'd just experienced.

"Yeah," was all he said, laying inertly on top of her, even as his dick twitched inside her.

For the moment, it was quiet in Ginny's house, four sets of rhythmic panting in two separate rooms. Craig had to avoid falling asleep, and he bit his lip. He had his phone set to ring a few seconds after it was next shaken, but he couldn't really go anywhere tied to his recent conquest. Impatiently, the Samoyed waited until his tie shrank down, picturing his grandfather naked.

Then, with a grunt, he tugged himself free, leaving the Pomeranian's wet spade gaping open but unfilled. The condom had done its due diligence, and Craig peeled the thing off. "Probably shouldn't toss this in your parent's trash can..."

Ginny laughed, and grabbed the condom. "I'll take care of it." She looked up at the picturesque white canine. "What should we do now?" she asked.

But Craig had already shaken his phone while putting it back in his pants. Sure enough, it started to ring, and he said, "Shit, sorry." He reached into his pants pocket and "answered" the call. "Yeah, mom? Out of gas? Don't freak out - I'll be right there."

Ginny said, "Oh," as Craig started putting on his clothes.

"Sorry, babe, she's stuck on I-285. I gotta go get her - she's hysterical."

Ginny said, "No, no, it's fine. I'll...see you around?"

"Yeah," Craig said, flashing his patented roguish smile. "We should definitely do this again sometime."

Ginny smiled. "I'd like that."

And just like Craig got out of cuddling with her, or taking her up on his offer to help her with homework. Fuck her, then free and clear, just like he liked it. He went straight from the bedroom to the front door without even glancing toward the living room door. It wasn't until he was in his car that he even remembered Benson. "Shit..."

But he couldn't exactly wait around for Benson when his 'mom' was 'hysterical'. He'd have to leave his friend behind and come back for him in an hour or so to keep his cover. Turning on the car, he exited, stage right, chuckling a little to himself at Benson's predicament. But he highly doubted Benson was going to break character now after going all the way with Oona! "Nearest Starbucks," he said, ready to relax for an hour or two.

Ginny had forgotten all about Benson too, until she swung the living room door open. She was reminded quickly, however, when she saw the two Bloodhounds tied tightly together, Oona's swollen pussy bulging and trembling as they pulled against each other. The Pomeranian's eyes went wide, stunned for a moment at the sheer intensity of the ferals fornicating, before she said, "Shit!" and ran for the front door. But by the time she opened it, Craig was already speeding away in his car.

"Too late," she grimaced, walking back to the living room to check on the dogs. "I guess this puppy play date is going to be a bit longer than I expected."

As she spoke, she saw Benson cock his head and look at her. The fuck!? Craig left _me here?_Benson thought. His cheeks burned slightly at the way Ginny was looking at them. The girl obviously had bought that he was just a mindless dog, and why not? He was knot-deep in her pet bitch! She continued, "It's okay, boy, your master will be back after he helps his mom out of a jam." Condescendingly, she knelt next to the college student half again her own age and patted him on the head.

The girl was naked and her fur was matted with sweat, so it was obvious to Benson that his 'friend' had gotten his rocks off and then booked it. Benson bit his lip, holding back a curse that would have given him away in a second, and probably gotten the cops called on him. He was stuck in more ways than one.

Ginny inched back from his head to inspect her dog. "Good girl, Oona. How'd you like that?" She held a hand up to the fat tie that was stretching her pet out, and the sense of scale made her hold her breath. Benson was huge, definitely bigger than Craig. Gingerly, she cupped her bitch's spade, feeling the dog's pussy bounce. She could feel a gentle_thrumming_ from Benson's still-spurting cock as well. She could see the male's balls clenching, dangling next to the tie, working their hardest to deliver what she thought was just "skim milk".

Oona's response was a whimper, but her wagging tail gave her answer away.

Ginny giggled. "I thought you'd like it. Imagine that, we both lost our cherries on the same day!"

Benson winced as the inquisitive fourteen-year-old cupped his balls. This was not the deal he'd made with Craig. To be fair, he hadn't expected to get his rocks off at all, much less in a year-old bitch. But the damned Samoyed would know what had happened after all of Oona's howling. And Benson's own. If Craig told anyone else...

He couldn't say anything to stop Ginny from feeling him up, getting and up close and personal inspection of the conjoined canines. She wondered if her own spade had looked quite so full stuffed with Craig. She didn't think she could even fit Benson! She was surprised based on what she'd seen before the Bloodhound had stuffed it in. He hadn't looked like much. Maybe it was all in the knot?

She didn't have to wait long to find out. Benson was more desperate than ever to pull free of his 'momentary lapse in judgment', and as soon as he felt he could, he grunted and tugged. Too soon, but a minute later, it worked, popping loose from the yelping bitch, right in front of Ginny. Her mouth dropped as the whole, huge cock popped out of "woman's best friend", accompanied by a gush of cum that landed ignominiously on the carpet.

"Fuck - a grower, not a shower, huh?" she gasped, staring at the twenty-year-old's glistening, red cock, still swollen out wide at the base. The veins still throbbed, a glossy sheen of Oona's slick juices coating the whole thing.

Ruefully, Benson quickly turned away from the underage girl, hiding his cock from her. He wished it didn't take so long to retreat back into his sheath, but by curling up, he quite promptly covered himself up, much to Ginny's disappointment. She'd definitely wanted to touch that glossy surface just for a second. Not one to be dissuaded easily, Ginny put a hand on Benson's back, trying to roll him onto his back. "C'mon boy," she urged.

But while the "dog" had been so obedient for Craig, he stubbornly ignored her efforts. Benson wasn't always sniffing after any piece of tail that presented itself like Craig did, and he had no interest in some high school freshman wanting to see feral dog dick. Her attempts to persuade him by yelping 'bad dog' didn't have the effect she was hoping for, either.

Ears flat, Ginny instead turned her attention to Oona, who was standing nearby with her muzzle curled around to sniff her own, well-used cunny. The Bloodhounds, naturally, hadn't used a condom, and the young bitch was still dribbling long drops of sticky cum. Her y-shaped spade still gaped open, slowly pulling back together after being displaced by Benson's monster cock. Benson glanced over his shoulder, watching alongside Ginny as the horny hound lapped at a thick tendril of his cum. Benson caught his breath, his cock stirring from the damage he'd done to that black spade. He hadn't been into Oona until he'd actually gotten into her, but thinking back now to how wet and tight that bitch had been, whimpering around his cock, he wondered if he'd been giving four-leggers short shrift. Or maybe it was fucking animals that was getting him horny...

Benson's throat went dry, and he turned away, trying not to think about her brown backside. So he wasn't ready when Oona decided she rather liked the taste of freshly squeezed Bloodhound balls. She followed her nose to the source. Having already fended off Ginny's interest, he wasn't prepared for the inquisitive nose pushing his hind leg aside to reveal his half-hard cock. He had to bite back a surprised gasp as Oona licked his sensitive cock.

It felt so good. Wincing, Benson groaned and spread his legs, letting Oona take advantage to run her large, wet tongue across him. He opened one eye to look over at the Pomeranian, only to find the high schooler watching with perked ears. He bit his lip, grinding his hips slightly against the pet dog's licks. And just like that, he was growing again, mind drifting to thoughts of bending the Bloodhound over a footstool and pounding her pussy. Ginny seemed to be thinking the same thing, looking from dog to dog to see if they would "do it" again when her eyes met Benson's. For a second, they locked onto each other, and the college student was sure his knowing glance had just given away the game.

Ginny saw meaning in those eyes, but not the meaning Benson had feared. Instead, the Pomeranian held her breath, staring at the powerful male. She had felt so weak in Craig's arms, but she felt almost as weak in the dog's gaze. The Bloodhound seemed to be lying on his back, legs spread to show off his equipment, as if commanding the girl. Gulping, she obeyed that look, crawling over to Benson, beside Oona. Shivering, Ginny reached forward to gently grip Benson by the knot, while Oona kept slurping around his shaft. Benson groaned at the double team, the paw gripping and tugging his base while the tongue tickled his tip. This isn't happening, he thought, realizing he was now committing two sex crimes at once, no matter how willing the underage teen and pet dog seemed to be. Revealing himself as a grown adult would be the dumbest thing he could do, but he could at least get up and get out of this situation.

But he didn't. He bucked his hips and groaned, his cock throbbing. But even he couldn't predict what happened next, as Ginny shoved her pet aside, planting herself between Benson's legs and tugging up on his cock until it was pointed at her thirsty muzzle. Taking a deep breath, Ginny lowered her muzzled to Benson's leaking tip, tongue tentatively tasting him. It took all his willpower not to say "Damn!" Craig had really found a little slut - the Pomeranian was blowing what she thought was his dumb dog!

While Oona, displaced but not dissatisfied, wandered to the kitchen to get a drink of water, Ginny wrapped her tongue around Benson. With Craig, she'd gone from second base straight to home plate, but she'd always been curious what it would be like to give a blowjob. Suckling gently, she decided the taste wasn't too bad, even the little bit of cum she lapped off his tip. She liked the way the dog grunted and bucked his hips at her touch, even if he was just a pet.

Curiosity satisfied, the fourteen-year-old pulled away, licking her lips. "Good boy," she said, but she left the poor guy with burning blue balls. Benson whined, but that wasn't enough to persuade the girl to keep going, and she didn't seem interested in jacking him all the way off. "I think you deserve a treat!"

Benson perked his ears, rolling onto all fours to follow the perky Pomeranian as she headed past the kitchen, opening the door to what appeared to be a storage room. Curious, the Bloodhound followed the yellow-furred bitch in. The room was large, with a row of cabinets along one wall and a washer/dryer combination stacked on top of each other on the other. There was a workout bench with two dumbbells covered in dust, probably just wishful thinking on the part of the girl's father.

"You want a treat!?" she asked again, and Benson suddenly had a bad feeling about this. Sure enough, he watched the fourteen-year-old kneel down next to one of the cabinets, and open it to reveal a suite of dog treats. Meat-flavored biscuits not fit for consumption, pepperoni-flavored rawhide, you name it. And he couldn't really turn it down without raising suspicion. What self-respecting pet didn't want the stale, disgusting treats?

"Where are those dog cookies?" she asked herself, reaching around deeper in the cabinet. Benson knew what product she was talking about: Fortune Cooky's, Cooky branded dog treats folded like a fortune cookie. He'd never eaten one, of course, but they looked like styrofoam. He had to get out of this. The college student was okay with pretending to pee on a bush, trying not to watch as Craig put the moves on his girl, and fucking Ginny's pet dog, but he drew the line at eating dog food. His little act was about to come to an abrupt, unpleasant end, unless he came up with another solution.

Fortunately, another opportunity was already presenting itself. As Ginny popped her head into the cabinet to reach deeper for the dog treats, she inadvertently gave Benson quite the view. Her Pomeranian tail was curled up over her rump, leaving her pink spade swollen and available. He wasn't the type to nose or grope a girl who wasn't expecting it. He wouldn't even consider it if he weren't about to get a mouthful of sawdust treats, but after her little tongue job he was feeling a little randy and he needed a strong distraction. Taking a deep breath, the Bloodhound opened his big mouth and took a long, firm slurp of pink, Pom pussy.

Ginny yelped and jumped when she felt it, hitting her head on the inside of the cabinet. She was dazed for a moment, Craig's dog taking advantage of her position to lick her again and again, until she shook it off. She should have expected this, she realized, bending over for a horny pet dog while she was in heat. She'd been curious yes, but curious enough to touch and lick him was different from curious enough to raise her tail for the nosy dog. "Benson, stop!" she gasped. "Bad dog!"

His distraction accomplished, he was pretty sure he'd done enough to "unearn" the treat she'd offered. And when he heard her use his name, the college student pulled back immediately. It was bad enough he'd guzzled her tasty cooch without warning her, but to keep it up after she told him to stop? That wasn't who Benson was.

But then she continued. "Bad dog" rang through his ears and he realized he wasn't Benson, the twenty-year-old finance major. He was Benson, the randy stud dog. Not only could he keep licking her, he probably _should_just to keep his cover! For once, he could take what he wanted and the little bitch wouldn't even be able to hold it against him. Shoving forward with his nose, he pushed the Pomeranian further into the cabinet and took her entire spade into his mouth, slathering her.

Eep! Ginny grabbed the inside of the cabinet with both hands and pushed back, trying to get out, but the big Bloodhound was blocking her way. "No! Benson, no!" she yipped, the sound echoing inside the cabinet and making her own ears ring. But her pleas fell on deaf, dog ears. With her tail genetically curled and out of the way, and her fat pussy swollen and dripping with her heat, she was helpless but to endure Benson's licks, even as the dog pushed his way inside. She squirmed and whined as her inexperienced vulva opened up for her first tongue.

Benson took his time, enjoying Ginny's tight tunnel. She seemed so wet, probably because of Craig, but he didn't want to think about that. At least it confirmed that the girl was on the pill, if she was willing to do it bareback with the Samoyed. Benson shivered, wondering if there was anything the fourteen-year-old could do if he just decided to grab the half of her that was sticking out of the cabinet and go to town. He perked his ears, listening to Ginny moan and pant inside the cabinet, her hips already starting to buck up and down against his tongue. If she said something to give him the go ahead, he'd do it. He'd actually fuck Craig's underage slut like an animal.

Ginny was getting lightheaded, the recycled air in the claustrophobic cavity increasingly humid from her precipitous panting. Again and again the dog slid his huge tongue inside her, spreading her nubile pussy apart. She knew there was nothing she could do if he decided to breed her, but at least he'd gotten a vasectomy. Her lower jaw trembled as she debated just spreading her legs and begging for it. But she didn't, fighting it like a good girl. She dug her claws into the wood and pushed back, whining, "No!" and "Stop!" as if they were magic spells. But all her struggles amounted to was shoving his tongue even deeper into her clenching cunny, until her tongue spilled out the side of her muzzle onto the cabinet shelf.

Then, suddenly, as if by that same magic she'd been chanting, the dog stopped. She heard him pull his tongue out with a loud "splorp", licking his large, droopy lips. Ginny knew better than to hold out hope, waiting there and trembling for the large dog inevitably to mount, but the seconds stretched longer and longer until, tentatively, the young girl crawled out of the treat trove.

Quickly, she rolled over onto her back, leaning against the open door, naked and panting. Benson was standing a few feet away, watching with perked, floppy ears, and she could see quite clearly his huge, engorged cock, that she'd been all but certain had been about to penetrate her. Letting out a huge sigh, Ginny said, "Guess you wanted a different kind of treat."

Her bulging pussy was gaping open between her legs, a wet, slippery mess of Bloodhound drool. Every nerve ending was firing on all cylinders, like she was standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon and one more step would send her to ecstasy. But that was where Benson had left her, primed and ready. "Fuck!" she whimpered, grabbing her fat spade with one hand. But her fingers would never do after that display. Crawling on shaky knees, Ginny made it to the exercise bench, sitting on the very edge. "C'mere, boy!" she called hopefully, spreading her legs and offering her bouncing, trembling cunt to what she thought was a pet dog. Earlier today, she'd been a virgin, but now she was getting off to her new boyfriend's dog!?

Licking his jowls, the big Bloodhound did as he was told, at least at first. He guzzled at her heat-swollen mound, tail wagging. Ginny grabbed him by the ears, directing the dog's attention where it was needed most, which soon proved to be several inches inside her, running his thick tongue back and forth against her clit. "Oh! Unnnh! Benson!" she whined, tail wagging uselessly between her butt and the exercise bench. "This is even better than Craig!"

Emboldened, Benson licked harder, driving the girl once again to the edge of orgasm. But he wanted to compete on equal footing with his former roommate, and that meant more than his tongue. In one smooth motion, the Bloodhound pulled out of Ginny and leapt, his paws pushing on her shoulders until she flopped backwards onto the workout bench.

The bitch yipped and whined, suddenly pinned by the large dog. Reminded of Craig's strong grasp over her body, she stared up into the dog's needy eyes. His paws were wrapped around her ribs and then curled up under the bench, his belly pressed up against hers. She couldn't see anything, but she could_feel_ the heat of his throbbing, veiny cock, the tip pressing up against her bouncing, sopping-wet pussy. Arching her back, the Pomeranian squealed, well aware what the dog wanted from her, and powerless to stop it. She bit her lip, but just before he was about to hump home, she whined, "No! Bad dog!"

Benson paused. The girl was right where he wanted her, her slicked up, heated pussy trembling on the end of his cock. But like before, she said 'no'. He couldn't just ignore her - that was rape, and not just the statutory kind! After all, she was Craig's girl, and this was breaking the first rule of "wingman". And it didn't matter if she thought he was a simple pet dog, or that she had no reason to believe that he would listen, or that there would be no real consequences for his actions. After all, judging by her bouncing spade and her lolling tongue, the fourteen-year-old would probably like it. And she was on the pill. And she clearly expected it, a whimpering defeat in her eyes. Hell, she'd be pretty damned suspicious if he hopped off of her now.

Fully convinced, Benson growled once and slammed forward, pounding the Pomeranian into the bench. "Oh, God!" she wailed, as the dog jabbed his entire, fat cock into her except the half-swollen knot. Her tender young pussy bulged out around him, stretching to its limit. Ginny moaned as Benson tugged so hard with his front legs that he lifted the whole workout bench a few centimeters, pounding her relentlessly. Her time with Craig had been so romantic, with kissing and fondling, and a slow, intimate coupling, and this was completely different. She was getting fucked by a dog, and she liked it. He grunted and hammered her pinned pussy, smacking her sore lips again and again with his knot. Squealing, her tongue spilled out the side of her small muzzle, and she found herself wrapping her legs around the dog's belly and slamming her hips up against him. He's so huge! So this is what Oona must have felt like.

Benson gave in to his base instincts and just ravished the young bitch, hammering her and the bench backwards until the soft platform smacked into the wall. As he expected she wasn't fighting him anymore, straining up against him with her paws clinging desperately to the sides of the workout bench. She arched her back, small breasts heaving as she gasped and moaned beneath the big Bloodhound. The older male groaned along with her, working his way into her tight cunny, drool falling in thick rivulets from his jowls.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she winced with every shuddering thrust, the dog's knot trying to wedge its way inside her even as it grew. This was real sex. This was what it felt like to be bred. Ginny shuddered, her pussy squelching up against that glistening knot. He was knocking the air out of her with each eager hump, until Ginny whimpered and spread her legs as far as she could. Desperate, the young bitch reached down with both hands and hooked her fingers into her engorged spade, spreading herself apart for him. With a grateful grunt, Benson launched himself forward, popping into her. Her pink spade immediately engulfed him, bulging out like a baseball, easily half again the size of the two-legged Samoyed. The relief of his weakened thrusts was quickly overshadowed as the small teenager was instantly filled to her limit, her vagina stretched like a tight glove around his doggy dick. "Ah! Nnnngh!" she yelped, gritting her teeth. "He's all the way in me!"

Now that he was locked to her with no chance to escape, Benson rested his bulk on top of her, panting as he switched to rapid, vigorous pumps. He could only shove back and forth an inch or two in her underage cunt, but that just meant he could hammer her ten times faster, his tail wagging as she was grinded against the bench. Ginny moaned, "G-good doggy! Don't stop!" His dick throbbed inside of her, his tip buried right up against her cervix with nothing to protect her fertile, vulnerable womb. Neither knew the true implications of their intimate connection as Benson's virile balls began to churn, building up for the all-important moment. The Pomeranian let her tongue spill out of her mouth again, her small amount of drool nothing compared to the wet slop that was now covering her belly and breasts.

With one last thrust, Benson groaned and gushed inside her, heavy spurts of hot, bubbling cum blanketing her innermost wall. Ginny swore, as she began to shudder in ecstasy, that she could feel those hot ropes of cum pushing straight through and splattering her womb, a sensation she couldn't get through Craig's condom. Dropping her jaw and wailing, Ginny clenched and squeezed and milked the Bloodhound of every drop, her womb well and truly claimed by the college student. She could feel a tautness inside her as he filled her up to the brim, leaving the young girl breathless beneath the powerful stud.

Groaning, Benson gave her everything he had left until his balls were aching, enjoying the freedom of his bare cock releasing inside her. Like Ginny's pet dog, Ginny also left Benson quivering in sheer, exultant pleasure, her drenched pussy squelching with his weakening thrusts. With a woman, he'd always tried to give them extra attention, kissing them and lapping at their breasts, but he was a pet now, and he only had to care about his own needs. Where he would have normally cuddled, Benson the dog didn't have to bother, and with a loud snort, he did what only came naturally to him - he turned around, still tied tightly to her bulging pussy at the edge of the bench. He hiked his tail and resumed his important work, squeezing out the last small gushes of dog cum into the fourteen-year-old he didn't even bother to look at anymore.

"Unnnngh!" she groaned, her hands on her bloated belly, feeling the large male still twitching inside of her. Her clit finally had cooled off, leaving her tight and sore around the dog's fat cock. She gasped and panted for breath, her fur ruffled and coated in drool, her spade absolutely wrecked around Benson's huge knot. "Jesus - I just got fucked by a dog!"

Benson wasn't about to correct the duped bitch, tugging gently on his tie. It was going to be even longer to pull free from the small Pomeranian, but until Craig got back, he had nowhere to be. He took his time, wagging his tail and enjoying his thorough domination of his friend's new fling. He didn't have to ask to know that he'd left more of an impression than his Samoyed counterpart. Benson may have broken the first rule of "wingman", but at least it was after Craig got his dick wet. He knew the Samoyed wanted to see Ginny again, but the Bloodhound was pretty sure that Ginny was gonna demand Craig bring Benson along every time. Actually - that might work well! Craig would owe him one.

It was at least twenty minutes before he finally tugged free of the Pomeranian's aching pink pussy, leaving a rather revealing waterfall of cum dribbling down onto the floor. The girl would have plenty of clean up to do before her parents got back, no doubt. Whining, she plugged herself up with a hand towel, waiting for her poor vulva to rebound back to its regular size. "I better shower or Craig'll know what happened," she groaned to herself.

By the time he did return, there was almost no evidence, Ginny's freshly blow-dried fur hiding the thirty minute shower and douche she'd undergone. "Sorry about that," Craig said as much to Ginny as to Benson, affixing the Bloodhound's leash to his collar. "Mom's doing fine now. Thanks for watching after him while I was gone!"

Ginny shivered. "Oh, don't mention it. It was my pleasure. W-we should do this again sometime!"

Craig nodded, wondering just what he might try with the dumb teenager next. "Maybe dinner and a movie?"

She shook her head surprisingly animated. "Rather just watch something here. Besides, then you can bring Benson!"

"We'll see," Craig paused. "I'm starting to think you just like me for my dog!" he joked.

Ginny froze, then chuckled half-heartedly. "Don't be ridiculous. I just think Oona'll miss him."

Outside, it was getting dark and more than a little chilly as he left Benson up into the shotgun seat. Slamming the door closed, Craig smirked over at his old roommate. "Sorry about that - hope it wasn't too much of a bother."

"I can't believe you _forgot_me," the Bloodhound growled. "And now I bet you're gonna ask me to bail you out again with her." Honestly, Benson hoped so, but he wasn't going to tell that smug Samoyed.

Craig started up the engine. "Well, I do think you still owe me one," the beautiful, white-furred man suggested.

"As if," he replied, but he cocked his head at his friend. Had Craig picked up something from his scent? Or Ginny's? Did he know?

"I can't believe you actually fucked her dog. I mean, I knew you were desperate, but Jesus."

Benson flattened his ears. "You're one to talk - sniffing after dumb little kids still learning how to deal with their first heat."

Craig slowly backed out of the driveway. He took a deep breath, not sure how his friend would take the news he was about to drop. "At least I used a condom."

Benson just shrugged. "Why bother? She made it pretty clear they were both on the pill." Something about the way Craig was looking at him made his stomach sink.

"Yeah, not so much, dude. I told her you got snipped, so she thinks you're all bark and no bite. I didn't think you'd actually do her!"

"You little shit!" Benson barked, his mind racing. Oona was one thing, but what about Ginny!?

"Hate to tell you, but I think you've left a bit of mess behind tonight. And quite a surprise for Ginny," Craig laughed, picturing the pet Bloodhound swelling up all fat and happy.

A surprise for Ginny? Benson gulped, and said, "You don't know the half of it."