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I didn't get another chance to play with Dalia for a few days. Gwen was around, and I couldn't exactly offer to stop playing with Daryl to bathe his three-year-old sister while her paid caretaker was around. In fact, my next chance required a bit of engineering on my part.

We were sitting around the living room watching Saturday morning cartoons, Daryl lying down on the couch after several hours running after the tackleball. Dalia was grunting and wagging her tail as she chewed on a baby toy from back when she was still teething. She didn't understand the bright colors or pictures on the Star Wargs cartoon, but the flashes kept her attention anyway. Gwen was reading a book, not paying attention.

All eyes were on the television except mine - I kept watching that Great Dane tail wagging back and forth, diaper crinkling with each stroke. She had her rump full in the air and if I wanted I could just reach out and touch her. Glancing back and forth, I grabbed my orange soda, eyes trained on the cartoon until it finally happened - a big explosion.

I faked a spit take and dropped my can of sticky, brightly colored drink all over Dalia's diaper, some soaking into her fur in orange splotches that almost mimicked my Dalmatian spots, but I also made sure to get plenty into the pristine, white carpet. "Oh shit!" I said, then clapped a hand to my muzzle for swearing.

Gwen's eyes widened, the college-aged Poodle jumping to her feet. "Jared!"

"S-sorry!" I gulped, though it had all gone to plan.

Dalia looked back at her soiled rump and simply laughed. "Spi-wed!" She jumped around, sending orange liquid spraying around the room. Some hit Daryl and the Great Dane growled.

Gwen said, "Stop moving and get to the bathroom, Dalia. You're getting it everywhere!" But her eyes were on the stained carpet.

I offered helpfully, "I'll give her a bath so you can...concentrate on that. Again - sorry!"

But I was grinning as I walked Dalia down to the bathroom, followed her inside, and locked the door. My heart was racing. I couldn't believe how well that had worked!

"Ja-wed!" she announced loudly. "You spi-wed."

"Yeah, Dalia. Sorry. But look at the bright side! I get to give you a bath." I turned on the water.

Spinning excitedly in a circle on four enormous paws, the big girl barked and said, "Wed Wocket!" She meant the bath toy that I'd given her. I think. Either way, I had to bite my lip to hear her say that, even as she presented me her dripping rump. Kneeling behind the Great Dane, I held my breath, undoing the straps to her diaper and sliding it down her lanky hind legs.

There I was, inches away from her full, adult spade - because although she was mentally just a three-year-old, Dalia had almost fully grown into her adult body, an eighty-pound bitch ready to grow out into a 130 pound beauty. Such a large breed she was, she looked more mature than some of the feral girls in my 6th grade class. But while none of them would lift their tail for me, Dalia eagerly wagged just above my forehead, too busy watching the water fill the tub to care what I was doing back there.

Her soft, lightly furred pink vulva stuck out half-an-inch from the rest of her rump, tapering to a glistening point. So close, I couldn't help but inhale a whiff of her pleasant scent, a warm, clean scent. She still hadn't had her first heat, and I could only imagine what her two-inch-wide spade would look like when it was all puffed up. I inched closer, eyes focusing on the way her folds clung tightly together - too tight? Just tight enough? And what did she taste like...?

"Baf time!" Dalia announced, jumping into the tub, which had water up to her ankles.

I cleared my head, quickly tossing my clothes aside, stepping naked into the bathtub with the innocent, big little girl. I opened the toy bucket, and tossed a few toys into the water, but there was only one she cared about right now - the red space shuttle, reminiscent of early science fiction, the kind with three fins that held the rocket upright on three pin points.

She nosed the toy toward me and said, "Thanks!"

"You're very welcome," I said, preparing a bowl with shampoo to get the sticky soda out of her fur.

"Ja-wed."

I lathered the shampoo up with my hands, capping the bottle.

"Ja-wed!"

I looked back. "What, Dalia?"

"Play! Wif wed wocket!"

Giving the Great Dane a big smile, I put the bowl away for now. Reaching down, I grabbed the new toy, flying it through the air. I told a story about the captain and the first mate, and they almost got sucked into a black hole. Dalia watched with rapt attention, until the other toys started chasing the spaceship. That's when she splashed, stood, and barked, "Hide the wocket!"

In order to help Captain Zack Parrot and First Mate Jessie McBeal, Dalia opened her mouth wide. I gulped, unable to forget when I'd hidden my own red rocket in that big, Dane muzzle. I watched closely now as I docked the ship into her mouth. "No teeth," I cautioned.

She extended her tongue and I slipped the evocative-looking red toy into her mouth, holding my breath as she started gently suckling the toy, just like she had for my dick. Even as the toy rocket ship disappeared into her muzzle, my own was emerging. "Safe for now!" I announced, not explaining why exactly I was pulling and pushing it back and forth in her mouth. But she obediently stuck to it, sucking like a champ. It's amazing that I didn't lose it right there.

Panting softly, I said, "The aliens can't sense the ship anymore. It's covered in some sort of space goo! But they're going to fire their lasers anyway and hope to hit the ship. They've gotta find another place to hide, fast."

No way. She remembered this game way too well, pulling the saliva-soaked toy out of her mouth. "I know!" Spinning around, feet splashing warm water everywhere, she pushed her large hindquarters in my face and held her tail out of the way, looking over her shoulder at the toy ship.

"Quick! To the space tunnel!" I managed to gasp, flying the rocketship toward her big spade. She really didn't mind last time with the space shuttle. But this toy was even bigger around the middle, as wide as its twin growing between my legs. What if I hurt her? To her she was just playing a funny new game. But as much as it made me feel sick, I knew that I was training her in case I couldn't help it anymore. Training her for when I lost my willpower and couldn't hold back. If the rocketship did fit, what was to stop me from upgrading to _my_red rocket. I could even do it right now, and she wouldn't complain.

I threw the toy back in the bucket.

"Sorry! We'll have to pick up the story next time!" I gasped, panting loudly. My fingers trembled. What was I doing!? What was I thinking?

"Awww!" she whined.

I washed her down quietly, trying to get my dick to retreat, but it was pretty stubborn. Then it was time to dry off. When I turned to grab the towel from the wall I jumped a foot.

She'd licked me. Right on the cock! I wasn't ready for that, and my hackles raised, ears perked as I hopped backwards onto the sink. "H-hey!"

Dalia cocked her head. "Pwease?" she asked, wagging her tail and begging like she always did for a treat. She really wanted to do it.

And I wanted it to. That's why I'd gotten the rocket ship, right? I'd been planning this for days. But I swear, honestly, I was really close to telling her 'no'.

"Okay."

Sitting at the edge of the counter, I spread my legs, my red shaft wet and shiny in the air. Thrilled, the wagging toddler went right for it, her massive tongue slurping out and engulfing me, balls, sheath, and dick, all at once. One lick nuzzled up against my trembling genitals and if my spotted tail weren't pinned up against the faucet, I'd be wagging.

She didn't need peanut butter, not anymore. Just the salty, musky flavor of my crotch was enough to spur the eager pup on, and I just grabbed her big head, holding onto her and groaning in pleasure, the luckiest Dalmatian in the world. "Good girl, Dalia..." I panted, trying not to drool onto her big, round eyes as she looked up at me.

She lowered her muzzle and took my balls into her mouth and I had to bite my lip to stay put, trusting her to be gentle as she suckled them, guzzling down the interesting, unique flavor. I leaned back to give her better access, slipping a paw down to slide up and down my slick tip, pushing her drool around my shaft.

But Dalia wasn't content with my balls. When I felt her nosing and licking even lower, I groaned and leaned back as far as I could, stretching my legs out into the air. It hurt to hold them out there, but for the moment, I didn't care. Dalia took advantage of her new access to slurp right up against my tailhole. Against...and then in. My ass had hurt for two days after last time, but I didn't care. I relaxed my rectum and rubbed myself as she began to explore my asshole with that huge, insistent tongue. It seemed like she would never tire, though I knew I couldn't last too long.

Except my legs were cramping. "H-hold up," I whined, dropping down to all fours on the floor. I leaned over the tub, spread my legs like a bitch, and lifted my tail to the side. She got a perfect view of my butthole, but she didn't even hesitate. She didn't know it was supposed to be gross. I yipped as she dove back in, slurping up my balls and into my slippery tailhole. Now I could hump quickly into my hand, even as she stretched my anus out with her powerful tongue.

I had to stop jacking off three times, wanting it to last forever, but then I realized she really wasn't going to stop rimming me, her tail wagging the whole time. She was perfectly content to spend minute after minute eating me out, and I knew my poor butt would be aching if I didn't stop her. Groaning, I flipped around and leaned against the bathtub.

"Hey!" she protested, licking her lips.

I could hardly breathe, my tongue flapping back and forth. "I have a treat for you," I panted, letting go of my throbbing dick. Forgetting my tailhole, she glomped me, jumping forward and wrapping her big, Dane lips around my cock. My paw in her slick saliva was one thing, but humping up into her suckling muzzle was perhaps the best thing I'd ever felt. I leaned forward and grabbed her by the scruff just to hold on. Her tail was wagging so fast I had to wonder who was enjoying this more!

"Nnngh!" I yelped, and came. I wanted to hold it in, but she slurped just right, tongue curling around my knot and squeezing hard. Like that my balls pulsed, and I started shooting into her muzzle. She gulped the first load, but then backed up in surprise, only to get a face full of cum. She'd cleaned up after my load last time, but I don't think she knew where it'd come from. Now she watched me shoot my load, eyes intent like when Daryl was catching the tackleball. She darted her head back and forth, catching each load on her tongue and gulping it down.

Every part of me hurt, but I grabbed myself around the cock and squeezed, pretending I was knot deep in some fertile bitch, my muscles clenching and launching smaller and smaller loads into her eager mouth, ignoring the appealing streak of white cum that had landed on her forehead. "Good - anf - girl, Dalia!" I grunted.

"Whud this?" she asked, snapping her jaws around another sticky load.

Biting my lip I said, "Rocket fuel." When I finally slunk down to my knees, exhausted, she begged me for more. I woulda given more if I coulda, but I was completely spent, and our bath time had already taken way too long. I just hoped they couldn't hear my groans through the door! "You know I'm not supposed to give you too many treats," I explained.

By the time we got cleaned up and out the door, Gwen had cleaned up the carpet, though it looked damp and little orange, still. But I'm sure she did the best she could.

"Dude, what's up with you?" Daryl asked.

"What?"

"You're grinning like a fox in the hen house."

Oops. I had to suppress my smile, shrug, and say, "It's Saturday."

I'd figured that was going to be it for the day. Little did I know that just three hours later, I'd be making one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

* * * * *

"Sorry Jared, Mom's video chatting us," Daryl said, Gwen calling the young, blue mantle Dane into the house.

My mind had been a little out of it since that morning, and I wasn't quite as eager to play tackleball with my ass hurting like it was. But it was so worth it. I used to tell myself that I liked Daryl for more than just what it'd get me when he became famous, but now I felt disjointed and out of sorts when I was hanging with the Great Dane, constantly thinking about his three-year-old sister's big, billowy tongue. Maybe I _was_just using him.

I didn't really know anymore. But as I watched the two siblings run inside for a long Skype call, I decided not to head home just yet. I hopped on the one swing on the set made for two-leggers. My own personal seat. I just swung back and forth, lost in thought.

Why was I so afraid to test Dalia out? She'd basically asked me to push the rocketskip into her. It was tapered, so I could stop the minute it seemed to hurt her. Was I worried she'd tell? That Gwen would be able to tell? That didn't seem likely.

No. I realized that if I found out the rocket ship could fit, then I knew I would fit. And then I'd have no real excuses anymore. Was I really ready to go that far? I was only eleven! I hadn't even dated anyone. And here I was, thinking about losing my virginity in a pre-K pup! Not to mention she had no idea what I was doing to her. To be fair, she'd been doing a lot more to me than I to her.

What if I couldn't stop myself when she finally came into heat? I couldn't exactly go to the middle school nurse and ask for some condoms, and my parents weren't going to help. I lost myself so much with her now - if she'd been in heat I don't know that I could hold back, and then what? If Dalia got pregnant and gave birth to spotted white-and-black puppies, they'd probably look to the young male Dalmatian who kept giving her baths!

No, I owed it to Dalia to learn more while she was still too young. Somehow that argument made sense to me at the time. But that wasn't the mistake I made that day. That mistake walked through a slat in the Field's fence shortly after I started swinging.

It was a dog. It had nosed its way through a loose fence board and was wandering around the bushes, smelling everything, seemingly oblivious of everything around it. I didn't know many families that had pet dogs, but they were more popular for adults without kids. I guess I could figure why parents didn't usually want their hormonal teenager growing up with an actual dog going into heat in the house. Or worse - sniffing their_kid's_ heats.

This dog was a Doberman, beautiful black fur cut by a neat line along its belly into the brightest caramel color. Full tail and floppy ears of course - it was illegal to modify a pet's body parts like that, though I knew a couple Dobies at school that had gotten their ears cropped. Hopping off the swing, I walked over to her.

And it was definitely a her - aside from her collar, she was wearing a rather familiar brand of diaper on her rump, and I could already smell her heat. The dog glanced up at me and wagged her tail, sniffing my outreached paw. "Hey, girl, what are you doing here?" I asked softly.

She didn't seem dangerous at all. After smelling my hand, she went right back to sniffing the bushes. Stepping toward the fence, I pulled the weakened board to the side, a pretty sizable hole between the two yards. I knelt to peer through into the neighbor's yard. I saw moving boxes in the backyard, labeled with books, plates, and stuff. They must have just moved in, and didn't realize the fence wasn't impenetrable.

I slid the fence closed, leaving the illusion for now.

"Hey, what's your name, girl?" I asked softly.

She didn't even perk up her ears until I got closer. Then she looked up at the eleven-year-old Dalmatian boy as if seeing me for the first time. I crouched again and grabbed the female's collar, tilting the tags toward me. "Nala von Fischer," I said, and this time she did perk up her ears. Her tags were actually out of date - it had their old address from three states over. But the phone number might be a cell phone.

I didn't lead her back to her yard and I didn't call the number either.

"Nala. That's a nice name." God, she was so pretty. Maybe it was her heat filtering through my nose, or maybe I really was just a pervert. Not only was she a dog, she wasn't even fully grown. Old enough to have a heat, obviously, but she still had pretty big paws to grow into and probably only weighed about 50 pounds.

Still, I'd never seen a bitch in heat, and curiosity won out over caution. Her owners wouldn't notice she was missing for a long time, probably, and I just wanted a peek. Gulping, I said, "Hey, girl, do you want a treat?"

That had a reaction. The young doberman stared at me as if she was worried she'd misheard me, but when I stood up, she jumped and spun in circles, following on my heels. The tree house would be perfect - I knew where I'd stashed some triscuits, and it was totally private. Well, it wasn't really a tree house, of course - Daryl and Dalia couldn't exactly climb a tree. The structure stood raised off the ground, a slow ramp curled around the whole building until it reached the front door. I walked up the cheap plywood ramp, satisfied by the loud thump of each footstep. Even barrelling forward at full speed, I would hear Daryl or Dalia with ten seconds to spare if they finished their Skype call early.

Nala was hopping up and down at my heels, her tail wagging, following me straight into the playhouse. She didn't think twice about me closing the door behind us. She only wanted the treat. When I produced a triscuit, she gobbled it down and glanced up for more, but I knew not to spoil the dog, and only gave her one more. This one I tossed behind her.

The cute little Dobie pounced it, her little rump facing me now, tail wagging as she ate it straight from the floor, oblivious as I knelt behind the little female. I was panting, I realized, my heart racing. I was really going to do this - no one could catch me. Only Nala and I would know what happened in this treehouse, and she wasn't about to tell on me. Before she could finish her snack and beg for another one, I had my black-and-white paws on her diaper, undoing the noisy velcro straps.

She popped her head up, looking somewhat indignant. But she gulped down the last of her treat, looking back at me with perked up, floppy ears. She didn't resist as I slid that diaper carefully down her hind legs, holding my breath. Honestly, she probably hated wearing it and I was doing her a favor.

The smell hit me even before the sight. With the diaper open, her musky heat pumped out into the small playhouse. I'd smelled it a little before, but all the ladies in heat I'd ever been around used deodorizers and kept them covered up. This was completely different. I inhaled deeply, and I drooled on my paw. I looked down, wiping the saliva on the bench nearby. I should have been embarrassed, but I was too busy looking under Nala's wagging tail.

She had pure, shiny black fur everywhere except along her belly, her inner thighs, and a neat circle of bright gold on her rump. It was right below that circle of caramel fur that her pussy stood out, quivering an inch, maybe two out from the rest of her fur. She had pink skin that showed through the light dusting of yellow-gold. The flap of skin at the top that usually hid Dalia's vulva was no obstacle for Nala, her pointed spade proudly sticking out and bouncing in the cool air. I could hardly believe it - she was two inches wide, every bit as big as Dalia normally was. If the Great Dane grew as much as I had to assume this fifty-pound bitch had grown, she'd be enormous in her first heat!

Nala tried to step away from me, but I cinched my fingers around her ankles and held her in place. "What a beautiful girl you are, Nala," I panted, breathing once again. I could feel my jeans digging into my dick painfully. Or I guess it was the other way around. If only I had the rocket ship! I could test it with Nala and no one would be the wiser. But there was no way I was going to sneak into the house and grab it and come back out here and miss this chance.

I slid my hands up her thighs, petting and rubbing her on my way up. This seemed to please the Doberman, who was panting, herself now, tail wagging at this unfamiliar game. I knew her instincts must think of me as a valid male. Every instinct in the dog's body wanted to be bred, and I knew that pet dogs weren't exactly picky.

I mean, I couldn't actually breed her, right? I was almost sure of that, though it wasn't exactly covered in sex ed class, if you know what I mean. I think Bobby actually asked that question and got sent immediately to the Principal's office.

But even without the consequences, the idea was crazy. I couldn't lose my virginity to some dog. It was - you know - supposed to be special. Still, as I rubbed her caramel rump and sneaked my thumbs down toward her spade, I saw Nala whimper, spread her legs, and bounce her cute, swollen spade up and down to my touch. It took all my willpower to keep from zipping down my shorts and hopping onto Nala's back. Which is why I totally didn't have any willpower left to keep myself from holding her hind legs apart and lifting her fifty-pound rump to my muzzle.

Only her front paws touched the floorboards, and I pulled her rump first to my lips. There was more than one way to find out how "accommodating" a bitch in heat could be. And the closer my nose got, the stronger her scent. By the time I'd pulled her to my glistening black nose, I didn't even hesitate, slamming my tongue up against her soft, pliable skin.

Oh my God. She tasted amazing. Just one lick of her wet entrance was enough to force me to bury my tongue inside, and her puffy spade was more than ready to spread wide for me. I wish I'd ever thought to lick out Dalia so I could compare, but even if Nala only tasted so good because she was in heat, I didn't care. Honestly, she was a little salty and a little sour, but my brain was wired for this. I was sure my jean shorts would tear from my throbbing cock. Again and again I slurped into her, gulping up her flavor.

Nala didn't seem to mind one bit, panting and yipping softly, her tail thwapping me against the ears. I lowered her until her gently flexing paw pads rested on my thighs, leaving the Doberman neatly hiked up for my tongue. She stared back at me but stayed put, pushing her beautiful rump against my muzzle.

I couldn't stand the pain anymore, reaching down with my free hands now to unbutton and unzip my jean shorts, spreading the cloth out. Now freed from the denim, my dick sprang outward, straining against my underwear. The force of my firm cock sent me straining through the flap in the front, my red tip just barely poking out.

I sighed, relieved, returning my attention to Nala. She was starting to really react to my tongue - I could feel her pussy walls clenching down and squeezing around my tongue until I literally had to pull back to slurp out of her. I was drooling a lot now, and with her propped up on my thighs, all that drool slid right into her, greasing her young tunnel. I realized this might be her first heat. My muzzle was shuddering as I finally pulled out of her, nose completely drawing in her scent. I licked my sloppy muzzle, her taste a tinge on my lips.

She stood there, suddenly empty, humping her hips vainly in the air. She knew that she needed something, but she didn't know what. I was too busy panting. Besides, I was here for science, not to lose my virginity in this bitch! Squinting, I stared at her sopping pussy, which still gaped open from my ravishing tongue. But just because my tongue could fit all the way inside the tight little Doberman, didn't mean my cock would. She wasn't open as wide as the swollen middle of my cock, and she certainly wasn't as wide as my knot. If only I had that damn rocket toy!

Maybe she did know what she needed, because while I was staring at her wet, smelly pussy, my heart swelling with the desire to do everything I could to make her shuddering vulva happy, she turned around. Before I knew it, her slender, black-and-caramel muzzle was cruising along the floorboards toward me, stopping only when she reached my damp underwear. "Hey!" I yipped, but she took one look at my red tip and her mouth was on it!

"Ohhhhhh," I groaned, adding, "Good girl!" Just like Dalia, the dog didn't hesitate, clearly enjoying the musky scent and taste of my glistening, red dick. She lapped at my tip, then my shaft, still hidden behind white cloth. She didn't seem to care, licking me right through the underwear. But it didn't take long for me to squirm out of it and let my whole, big dog dick hang out in the air for her.

"Yes, Nala...that's it," I moaned. Her cute little muzzle wasn't big enough to deep throat me like Dalia, but she was really working that tongue around my shaft, curling it up and around and back up to my leaking tip. Direct pressure on my dick had my knot swelling up now, too, and she slurped on that, too. I just arched my back and moaned, perking my ears. Ten seconds might not be enough now, if Daryl and Dalia ran straight here. I had to make sure I heard them before they reached the ramp itself.

Panting like I'd been running a marathon, I found myself standing up on my knees, then working my jeans and underwear off. Not really a good plan if I was worried about getting caught, huh? But thoughts like that were getting fewer and farther between in my pre-teen-addled mind. Right now, what I really wanted to know was if Nala was as eager as Dalia had been - I turned around and hiked my bare, spotted rump for the Doberman, lifting my tail out of the way to show the inquisitive little girl my only pinkish spot. Huffing, I looked over my shoulder to see her reaction.

She didn't lick my tailhole. Or my balls. Or even sneak her nose under and return to my slicked up cock. No, I watched with wide eyes when, plain as day, the fertile little Doberman turned herself around, spread her back legs, and arched her tail to the side. The pose was unmistakable, and unlike Dalia, the pet dog probably instinctively knew what she was asking for.

Gulping, I flipped back around and stared at the black-and-brown bitch whining as she begged to be bred. She couldn't know that I couldn't really get her pregnant. I stared at her bouncing cunny, which opened and closed gently, as if searching for my tip to grip. Triscuits were long forgotten, spilled out along the floor. This was the treat she really wanted, wet and dripping for me.

I looked from her spade to my cock, to her spade again. I couldn't test her with the pool toy, but I had my own red rocket, and damned if Nala didn't want to try. What self-respecting Dalmatian boy could refuse such a request? I told myself I was only going to see how deep I could get. For Dalia's sake, after all. Perking my ears, I heard nothing from the house, and if the Skype call were as long as usual, I still had a solid fifteen minutes.

Shivering, I crawled up behind the patient Doberman, my hands grasping her rump. Her tail stayed firmly to the side, and she barked at me. Reaching with both thumbs, I hooked onto her puffy lips and spread her apart. She was so flexible! Surely she could take me at least until the knot. I didn't rightly have to test it.

But test it I did. Heart pounding in my chest, all common sense left my body. I raised up behind her, still pulling her pussy apart, bringing my dick closer and closer to her warm, steaming entrance. Just want to know what it feels like, I lied to myself. Nala watched eagerly, ears perked, and she barked when she felt my drooling tip poke against her genitals.

"You've earned it, girl," I murred. With that, I pushed as slowly as I could into her, releasing my thumbs. She contracted tightly around me, her drool-soaked tunnel sliding slickly with my well-licked cock. It felt good, but I was biting my tongue. Nothing I couldn't handle. Just once in and out...

I was so naive. As the fat part of my cock spread her lips two-inches wide, Nala slammed backward, arching her neck, staring at the ground, and groaning. Before I knew it, I was all the way in, my knot rubbing against her outstretched spade. At least I hadn't tied! Then I was really in for some deep trouble! I might have been able to handle even the warm, wet suction along my entire length, the first time I'd been in a girl, but Nala squeezed hard and started humping faster than I'd ever seen before, riding my dick up and down.

"Ah! Uhhhh! Nnngggh!" I gasped, hardly able to process anything. There was only Nala's tight, thrusting cunt slurping up and down the length of my cock four times a second, and all I could do was wrap my paws around her waist and hold her tight to me. In the back of my mind, I knew I was keeping her pulsating, gyrating hips neatly back against my cock. I wasn't about to let her slip off.

She was the same way, panting and grunting in a rather unladylike way, and she redoubled her humping when I started to push back. Before I knew it, I was pounding her just as fast, leaning over the black-and-tan bitch and banging her as fast as I could. My mouth was gaping open, tongue dangling from the side of my mouth and spilling drool that barely missed the bitch beneath me. Again and again I pulled wetly out of her, the warm pressure trying desperately to keep me inside her, only for me to slam back until my knot smacked her quivering vulva. She stretched easily enough around me, a little tight. I was certain that Dalia could already take me, especially if I lubricated her first.

That was supposed to be the end of it. Just trying to test her size, right? But I didn't even think about stopping now. Like Nala, the only thing on my mind was breeding. My paw could never compare to the hot, wet, complete and total suction around my dog cock. I couldn't get her pregnant, right? It was a bit late to worry about that - my balls, slapping up against her hips, were already leaking inside of her, and I was seconds away from blowing my first load. "Ohhh, fuck, Nala!" I groaned.

The sliding door to the house slid open, and the sound was just enough to pierce the cloud over my mind. Someone was entering the backyard! I clamped my muzzle closed, hoping that hadn't heard me yell. Desperately, I tried to pull out of her, even as I heard an adult male voice - unfamiliar - ask "Still, she might be back here."

Nala's owners! But when I tried to pull away, the Doberman squeezed even harder, and like that, I was cumming. I put my paw in my mouth and clamped down, the pain helping keep my howl down, but nothing was going to stop that pre-teen dick from spurting. While I kept as quiet as I possibly could, I leaned forward and ejaculated. And again. And again. I'd always been able to manage quite a few hefty loads, but nothing like this. With Nala squeezing around me, milking me, I drained the entirety of what was left in my balls into her. Thank god she was only panting, her eyes clenched shut as she bucked her hips up and down like she was twerking.

"Do you hear something?" an unfamiliar female voice said.

Daryl said, "Maybe she made it into the treehouse?"

Their voices were still soft, but now I knew my time was up. I was well and thoroughly fucked. They'd catch me in here and I was off to juvie or wherever they send 11-year-old sex offenders. That is, if I couldn't somehow clean this all up in twenty or thirty seconds!

The first challenge was pulling out of Nala's clenching cunny, not because I wasn't strong enough. But because I really really didn't want to. My dick was still spurting mid-orgasm, but my adrenaline-spiked fear won out in the end, and I tugged out of her, squirting a few more times for good measure.

No time for underpants. Pants were the first priority. I tossed the white cloth behind me, hoping it was out of sight, and slipped on my jeans as fast as I could, tongue and chest heaving. At least I'd left my shirt on! I heard it then, footsteps on the ramp, but in sets of two. That meant I had about 14 more seconds. I glanced over at Nala.

She was standing there, in breeding position, bucking weakly into the air, her tail still curled to the side, spade gaping and leaking a few drops of cum onto the wooden floorboards. Not much to be done about that! But she was going to give the game away with that stance. With seven seconds left, I remembered her diaper. Hands trembling, I grabbed the diaper and yanked Nala over a little harder than I meant to, causing a sharp yip. Stupid! Now the footsteps were coming faster!

I couldn't do one leg at a time, but thankfully I'd done up Dalia dozens of times. With practiced muscle memory, I grabbed her back feet and plopped them in the two leg holes. I couldn't do anything about the warm, white creampie, but this was a damned emergency. With only one second to spare, I yanked her diaper all the way up and latched the velcro - a bit clumsily, but hopefully good enough.

That's when the door burst open. I jumped, startled, leaning back against one of the little stools that passed for chairs in this playplace.

Making a play of being very startled, I hoped they'd assume that was why I was panting. "Woah!" I gasped, as two adults entered the little treehouse, ducking. Behind them, Daryl, and I could hear Gwen down the ramp.

They were a man and a woman, both two-leggers. Weirdly, they were both Dobermans as well, a young couple. They didn't even look twice at me. Relief washed over them, and the woman said, "Oh, thank God, Nala, you're okay!"

"Ma-ma!" the little Doberman said, her tongue clumsy, like that was one of the few words she'd learned. With that Nala, still panting and leaking white cum into her diaper, jumped into her mother's warm embrace.

Oh... fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...