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I struggled, hard, but the ropes held me tight. If only I hadn't fallen into this safety net. Sure, it had protected me from a hard impact with the floor, but the way I'd landed had trapped me! I was on my back, dangling about a foot above the ground, my arms pinned behind me through gaps in the net. One of my long, slender legs was similarly stuck through the net, and my right leg hadn't managed to poke through, instead lofted high above my head.

I was as good as helpless, spread eagle, and as if that weren't enough, those wolf twins had ripped off my heat pad and stuffed it in my mouth. I might have forgiven them anyway, after what they did for me. Despite my protests, the two inquisitive twins had poked their heads into the legs of my baggy shorts and eaten me out until I was squealing through my smelly gag. But when they heard someone coming, they'd bolted, leaving me completely alone...

With the Shiba Inu.

I could only guess the young pup's age, and as far as I could tell he only spoke Japanese. But try as I might to convince him to remove my gag, he was far more interested in my outspread Greyhound legs. I shook my head vigorously, meeting his little, black eyes, but he just cocked his head at me. "Gomen," he panted, ears flat.

That's all he said before he followed the twin's example, poking his head into my shorts. Without the diaper, there was plenty of room for the small Shiba to reach my heat-swollen spade, and I clenched my eyes shut as once again, I felt warm, wet tongue on my pussy. All I could see with my wide eyes was his curled tail wagging, but he was slathering my sopping, drool-soaked entrance. The four-legged pup didn't care that I was a thirteen-year-old girl. He might not even have realized what he was doing! And I couldn't exactly tell him not to, beyond kicking my feet weakly and growling at him.

And moaning. I was still dripping in sweat and musk from the twins, so my super sensitive flesh was shivering from his first few, inquisitive licks. But he liked what he tasted and pushed his nose deeper, and then deeper. So much smaller than the wolves, he actually buried his cold, wet nose all the way inside me, flicking his tongue deeper and deeper. Heat rushed to my face as my body reacted, spreading my legs and letting my tail dangle out of the way. My instincts told me to give in to the little male, as absurd as that was - to let him mount me and breed me. But my mind was revolted.

"Oishi," I heard him murmuring.

Then I yipped. In his eagerness, he wasn't watching his teeth! At least the girls had done that. The little Shiba didn't seem to know any better, and he ignored my frantic, high-pitched squeals, slurping and nipping me. Terror tensed up my entire body, as I had no way to stop him, no matter what he chose to do - what if he actually bit me? He was spreading me apart with his muzzle, sharp white teeth poking me at completely unpredictable times, interrupting the pleasure that coursed through my hormonal body with shocking spikes of pain. Tears stained my cheeks, but even with the short jolts of pain, I could hardly ignore the way his soft chin kept spreading me apart, grinding up against my little nub. My chest heaved as I tried to get enough air through my nose.

"What're they doin', sis?"

I opened my eyes wide, and turned my head to see the other feral pups at the Jungle Gymtastic - two little four-legged Chihuahuas from the poor, two-legged father that had had like five energetic little balls of energy to keep track of. No wonder he'd brought them here to burn off some of their steam.

Now, they were my only hope. "Mmmmm! MMMMMMrnh!!!!" I groaned at them, making eye contact and struggling against my bonds.

"I dunno, Avery," the girl pup said, cocking her head. "Looks like a game."

I shook my head 'no', but she was already running up behind the Shiba and peering into my baggy pants.

"Woah, look!" she yipped.

Like that, the littermates were peering up into my shorts, too, heat rising to my cheeks. Three pups, and the two Chihuahuas watched in rapt excitement through one leg as the Shiba ate me out through the other. The newcomers sounded even younger than the Shiba. "Mmmnnnoo! Mrrrppp..." I groaned, yipping as I got nipped once again.

"He lick her p-privates, Lily!" Avery gasped, after joining his sister.

"Why?" she said, cocking her head.

"I don't know," her brother protested. "Hey, kid - why you do that?"

Panting, the Shiba regarded the two Chihuahuas with confusion. "Nani?"

Lily blinked, "What?"

Gritting his teeth, the young Shiba Inu said, "Hitori ni shite oite kudasai." With that, he turned away from the siblings and poked his head back into my shorts, nibbling and suckling me again.

Avery said, "Huh?" He met his sister's curious look.

"Mmmph! Grrrrr!" I tried, hoping the kids would realize this wasn't a game, or at least not one that I wanted to play! I had to admit, he wasn't that much worse at it than Candy and Carly had been, other than the teeth. I definitely didn't like the nips, but it was such a relief between pinches that it almost made his slurps feel better.

Avery just cocked his head at his sister and said, "Guess she taste good?"

Lily wasn't buying that. The tiny feral looked from me to the Shiba, gears turning in her head. That's when she saw the naked Shiba's "privates". The girl dog said, "He sticking out!" Curious, the half-foot-tall pup crept up beneath the foot-tall Shiba, getting up close and personal with the older boy's dick. She sniffed him, but the taste was what they'd been wondering about.

"Ne!" the dog yipped. I could barely see what was going on until the Japanese dog jumped back in surprise, leaving me blessedly alone. I let out a sigh of relief, my aching pussy still trembling, wet in the open air. Cocking my head to the side, I could see now what had spooked the young Shiba - the little girl had slurped the tip of his cock. Now he sat back, staring down with wide eyes at Lily.

The Chihuahua was licking her lips though, and called back to her brother. "Ack-chly," she said, the big word clearly one she had rehearsed many times, "He _do_taste good!"

Panting, the Shiba Inu looked down at the curious pup, and nudged the tiny dog on the back of the head, knocking her toward him again. "Tachidomaru na."

Face first with his mostly-sheathed dick, Lily slurped again, much to the Shiba's satisfaction. I saw him half-close his eyes at the sudden blowjob.

Avery wasn't interested in the Shiba though, and now I knew why. He'd hopped up and hooked his front paws on the suspended leg of my shorts, and he was sniffing as well. "Smell like you, Lily," he announced. "A lot."

Was the little girl in heat? At least her brother was too short to poke his head all the way in and sample my Greyhound bits...

Avery backed up and jumped, and like that his entire little body was up inside my baggy shorts. The only thing I could see of the Chihuahua was his wagging tail poking outside my clothes.

Goddamnit!

Even though Lily had successfully distracted the Shiba, I was once again helpless as a fourth pup tasted me. I kicked my legs, hoping he'd slide out of my pants leg, but he just dug his claws in, poking his slender muzzle the rest of the way forward to my (to him, giant) spade. "Mmmnnooo! Mmmrph!" I growled, before I felt his smaller tongue peel me apart.

"Woah, tastes great!" he chirped, his voice muffled. At least he was more careful with his teeth than the Shiba. I was spread eagle, my puffy vulva laid out like a platter for the pup, who I guessed was only four at most. But a feral like him was definitely old enough to smell my heat and want me. While the Shiba might have had a hard time mounting me while I dangled a foot above the ground, what could I do if Avery decided to cover my defenseless crotch and start hammering away at me? I flattened my ears and shuddered, waiting for that moment when the young pup might pull away his tongue and grab onto my hips.

"Unnnngh!" I moaned, his little tongue poking in just far enough to tease my clit. A thirteen-year-old completely at the mercy of a half-grown Chihuahua! What a sick joke!

There was nothing to do but listen for anyone else in this damn warehouse to investigate or hear something and save me from this nightmare! That, and watch the invasive little Shiba (as polite as his words sounded) get sucked on by the even younger Chihuahua girl. She was so much smaller than him that she couldn't get her lips around more than the very tip of his dick, but he certainly enjoyed the licks that slowly pushed his furry sheath further and further back, revealing his three-inch cock.

Groaning, he gasped, "Furikaette kudasai..." Lily was as clueless as I was what that could mean, but evidently she didn't do what he wanted. Gritting his teeth, the tan-furred pup knelt down and grabbed Lily by the scruff of her neck.

"Hey!" she yipped. He spun her around and plopped her back on the ground, on all fours again, but this time facing away from him. Now I knew what he wanted. I squirmed again, eyes wide, as the Shiba started to climb over the dog less than a quarter his size. I shook my head, mumbling through the gag, but the boy didn't hear, or didn't care. He just put a paw on the back of Lily's neck and lowered his hips to her little rump.

There was no way he'd fit! All the dread I'd been feeling had been for my own situation, but Lily had no idea what the Shiba was about to do, and my attempts to warn her away were just as useless as my whine and whimpers had been to protect me. And Avery was too busy slurping away, his nose buried in my spade to notice or help his sister.

"Gomen'nasai," the Shiba Inu whispered in Lily's ear, pressing his slick tip beneath her little tail. Lily tossed her head back and yipped, feeling the boy poke her gently.

"Oooh," the girl quivered. She really must be in her first heat, because the confused little bitch just raised her hips for him, pushing her swollen spade up against what, to her, would be a monster cock.

Biting his lip, the Shiba pushed forward, shoving the girl a few inches along the spongy floor mat, but he did manage to push a bit of his tip into the small bitch. "Woah!" she gasped, digging her little paws into the mat and pushing backward, panting. "Avery, he..." she started, but she didn't have the words to explain. Instead, she just tossed her head back and let out a high-pitched whine.

Her brother stirred in my pants leg, nose drenched in my wet, musky juices. No, don't go look!_What if the boy Chihuahua got ideas from the Shiba? I wasn't lost on me that I was in _heat and either of these dumb males could get me pregnant.

Or Lily for that matter. The Shiba was making do with short little pumps of his hips, barely able to get more than a centimeter into the tight, tiny toddler. At least he was being gentle - Lily was quivering beneath him, her hips shaking up and down. That's how she looked when Avery poked his little head out of my shorts. "Woah, what he doin'?"

She shook her head. "Touchin' privates," she whined.

"Oh, I get it," he said, turning around again, oblivious to the danger his littermate was in. Which only meant more danger for me.

No! No you don't! I squirmed and kicked as hard as I could, but my worst fears were coming to pass. I felt the curious little pup turning around in my shorts and crawl up to my big, fat spade. He climbed right on top of it, his belly fur rubbing against my mound until it was nestled between his legs. And then I felt it - his tiny toddler tip squishing up against me. "Mmrrnooo!" I protested, as always to no avail. My ears were perked, but I couldn't hear anyone coming. Right now, I'd take the twins in a heartbeat. The wolves at least could scare off these mutts! I watched in horror as the small dog made a bulge in my shorts, his head suddenly poking past the waistband so that he could stare up at me.

His eyes met mine, and despite my wild, frantic look and shaking head, he could still feel his hot dick against my enormous, wet pussy, and that was enough for the four-year-old pup. I growled helpless at the Chihuahua even as he pushed forward.

And then he was in me.

A girl always dreams of her first time. I'd always imagined it'd be with Nic Grav, the head of our Middle School track team. He was a Borzoi and the fastest runner on the team. The way he took hurdles... He was the reason I joined the team after years of coaches begging me to join just because I was a Greyhound. When we went on bus trips, he was always in the front, but I wished he were in the back with me. While everyone else was sleeping, exhausted on the way home, and I'd be locking lips with Nic, riding in his lap, his panting exhaling his warm breath into my nose.

But that was just a dream. No, I was losing my virginity here, now, and to a curious little Chihuahua who had no idea what he was risking! Avery clenched his eyes shut and bucked hard, humping against my enormous (to him) Greyhound spade. He poked in quick and easy, his two-inch cock still spreading me gently apart. His little tongue spilled out of his tiny, wiry muzzle, high-pitched grunts announcing every thrust. And I couldn't think of anything that might stop him from going all the way and giving me a litter of probably four-legged little freakish mutts. A thirteen-year-old mother, and a four-year-old dad. Tears streamed down my face, his weak thrusts not even strong enough to distract me from my worst nightmares.

"Ow! Ow!" Lily gasped, now, the Shiba getting a little more forceful as he got closer, his shiny, red "lipstick" easily stuffing the girl's Chihuahua cunt. She was positively bulging out around him now, but he was only half-way in.

"Taito!" he gasped, placing a heavy paw on the back of Lily's head and hammering harder.

But it wasn't going to work. He couldn't get what his instincts demanded from the small bitch. Frustrated, he shoved Lily away, the dog spinning across the mat. Instead, the Shiba came for me. I wasn't sure if I should be grateful or even more worried as the horny little Spitz reached into my shorts and grabbed Avery by the tail. With a yank, the little Chihuahua was out of me, in a daze on the floor.

I shook my head at the Shiba, knowing he was older. He'd understand, right? That I didn't want this? That whatever his instincts were telling him to do, it wasn't right? I didn't dare hold out hope on that one. But the Shiba was too big to crawl into my shorts, too short to climb up through the ropes, and -

Wrong on both counts. The eager little boy poked his fluffy head right through one of the half-foot squares in the ropes. I'd thought he couldn't get a good grip on me, but he kept trying until he got lucky, first one hind paw, and then the other sinking around one of the ropes. And then he was up, dangling a few inches off the ground, his front paws resting on my outspread thighs. "Mmmmmnnnnoooo," I trembled. I may have dodged a Chihuahua-shaped bullet, but this Shiba Inu was like a freight train.

"Gomen'nasai," he said again, ears flat. Was that an apology? He knew what he was doing was wrong, unlike Avery, and he was still going to do it. Tugging himself forward, his round belly squished my shorts up against my body, the baggy legs nestled right around my swollen spade. The cloth would be no protection. Clenching my eyes shut, I took in a deep breath and waited, the little dog barely reaching my belly button.

But that was all he needed. With a short grunt, the Shiba Inu took Avery's place, jabbing his rapidly thrusting dick, still wet from Lily, against my spade. He was only half again as long as Avery, but far wider, and I yipped when he finally met me, burrowing between my trembling, grey lips. I met his groan with a moan, quivering in the air.

"Hey - my turn!" Avery finally gasped, flat on the mat.

Lily shook her head, no. "He had her first."

I realized they were right to talk about me like a toy to pass around. I couldn't speak or move. I was just suspended there for everyone's pleasure, be it wolf or Shiba or Chihuahua. My legs ached really bad from being stretched out for so long, but I still whined and bucked my hips up against the Shiba. He knew how to use the small cock he'd been given, jabbing again and again against my quivering clit. I was the young Shiba's now, just a bitch in heat.

While we swung back and forth with each of the Shiba boy's thrusts, Avery was after a wholly inappropriate consolation prize. Lily was busy watching me get it, and didn't notice her Chihuahua brother crawling up behind her until he poked his nose beneath her tail and took a big lick. "Oh!" the girl gasped, his inquisitive tongue doing a lot more than the blunt force of Shiba cock could manage. She tossed her head back and moaned, her underage heat finally getting the satisfaction it demanded. "Brother!"

"Lily...Lily," he mumbled through eager licks. On her, his tongue was huge, squeezing into her tight hole and making her hump and wag her tail. But would he be satisfied there? His dick was still wet from me, and now he knew what he was supposed to do. I bit my lip. Why am I worrying about Lily, when_I'm _in worse trouble?

"Sore wa haruka ni yoidesu!" my eager mate howled, his voice picking up. Would that be loud enough to carry past the dozens of multicolors structure between us and the rest of my party? Would someone finally come looking for me? Or had the wolf twins returned to the table and everyone just started eating pizza, never once wondering where I'd gotten off to? If only they knew!

My fat Greyhound pussy engulfed his entire, three-inch cock, and he fed it into me again and again, despite his growing knot. My puffy lips wrapped around his fat bulge, wedged apart and popping back together every half-second, while the Shiba clenched his eyes shut, his little tongue sticking out of his adorable little mouth. It would have been meme worthy if he weren't trying to rape me full of tiny Shiba mutts. I shivered every time his bulbus glandis rubbed inside me.

I was resigned now, to my fate. A distant hope of being rescued was fading from my mind, my eyes half-lidded as I rocked up against the pumping puppy, whimpering softly through my diaper gag. I was going to be the only pregnant girl in the entire Middle School, the warning for all the good girls. It was gonna be hard to win anything in track and field while I was bulging full of puppies, and then what was I going to do? I'd be so busy raising them that I wouldn't have time to run. His knot strained at my vulva for a second this time before popping in, and he dragged it one more time out of me, leaving me gaping for him. I moaned and spread my legs for him, humping up right as he pushed forward.

Pop!

My Middle School muff clenched down around his Kindergarten cock. He didn't make a huge bulge in me, but he wasn't going anywhere now. Even if someone did show up now, it would be too late. Nothing stood between his quivering balls and my fertile womb.

Avery was done licking, as I suspected. I watched the Chihuahua mount his sister from behind, and at first, she stood her ground, tail to the side, mouth agape. But Lily shook her head and said, "Not like that." She corrected her brother by rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs in a tiny mimicry of me. If she only knew the consequences of what she was proposing! Avery was drooling, and he didn't know or care which position was more typical. He stepped over his little sister, lining up his bright, red dick with her drool-soaked spade.

When their privates touched, Lily whimpered, "I like this game."

Avery licked his sister's face and said, "Me too."

And he flattened himself against his sister, his much more reasonably sized shaft spreading her apart. I'd heard most parents taught their ferals about the birds and the bees early, so that the kids would know what not to do, but their Dad seemed to have neglected that responsibility. And now he was about to get incestuous grandpuppies as his punishment. Avery shoved forward, Lily's legs wrapped around his hips and wiggling in the air. "Oh! Oh!" Lily gasped.

Would their tiny voices, added to the Shiba's groans, draw anyone to us?

"Gaman dekinai!"

It didn't matter anymore. I just grunted and humped up against him, my ears flicking as I heard his balls churning. Splurt! Sploosh! He was cumming fast and hard now, painting my clenching cunny with his Shiba seed. I felt the orbs squeezing where they nestled between my outstretched legs, his knot serving as a sufficient plug to keep him draining straight into my pup oven. Visions of my ruined life faded from view as I tensed up and came, my body shaking and humping up against him, milking him. We were breeding, and it's just what my heat-primed hindquarters wanted. "Hnnnnf! Nnnngh! Ooooorgf!" I groaned.

The Chihuahuas were full on making out now, their heat-fueled hormones driving him into her, back and forth. His knot had grown too far inside me, so he kept smashing into his sister and making her yip, but I knew that a slip mating was still plenty risky. They grunted and gasped and strained against each other, the little dogs in clear ecstasy, loving siblings expressing their feelings in the completely wrong way.

Lily joined me quickly in whimpering release, females deep in need getting serviced. Avery bit his lip and yelped as his sister's tight pussy squeezed down around him like one of those blood pressure machines at the pharmacy, and he gave in the instincts that told him to dump his little Chihuahua nuts into his fertile twin sister. He humped hard and held himself deep inside the young girl, releasing himself directly inside her unprotected cunny. He had no idea what he might well be doing to the little girl. She was way too young to appear on "Teen Mom"! She spread her legs and took it all, squealing. This new game was overwhelming her.

I stared down in disbelief at my young mate, the likely father of a fresh litter. While two-leggers usually had one or sometimes two kids, ferals often had six or even seven. A cross mating like this was more likely to give me twins or triplets, and they were far more likely to have four legs. What a nightmare! I'd say it was too horrible to be true, but I could feel how true it was with each mind blowing thrust.

Finally, panting, the Shiba Inu took a deep breath, refused to meet my eyes, and said, "Gomen... Gomen..." before turning around and poking his head back through the ropes. He crept through until his four feet were back on the mat, but he wasn't going anywhere just yet. He was tiny, but his knot was still big enough to stick him to me, his curved tail wagging just above my bloated, freshly-bred bitch box. He'd found me stuck and gagged, and hadn't once thought about helping me with either problem. Not when he smelled a different condition he could help with.

I was thirteen and probably knocked up, just because some Elementary school kid realized he could get some free tail. And he wasn't wrong...!

The grunting and groaning toddlers finally finished up with each other, Avery panting as he pulled out of his sister. "That was great!" he yipped.

Lily licked his face, her paws pinned cutely against her chest, legs still spread to reveal her dripping, cum-soaked spade. At least their Dad would learn what happened - the evidence was right there. Maybe they could do something about it, or at least teach them why they shouldn't be fucking each other.

But Avery gazed curiously down at the white cum oozing from his sister's cunt, and he tasted it. "Ooh," he said, and licked again, and Lily wanted in, too. Soon, they were both lapping at her soiled pussy, until it was sparkling clean. The overworked and exhausted father would have no idea that his kids were having sex until well after she was starting to show...

Avery said, "We gotta show Jake n' Emma n' Fernanda too...!"

With that ominous announcement, the loving siblings tromped on back to their table, not thinking twice about me or the Shiba. Would he do the same thing? Pop out and leave me dangling here until someone finally comes looking for me?

Turns out it wasn't the Shiba boy I had to worry about.

"Nanishiteruno!?"

Together, we turned our heads to the shocked voice, and saw the boy's father, a larger copy of the four-legged Shiba. He'd finally come looking for his boy, only to find him knot deep and bulging inside of a bound and gagged Middle-schooler! I'd been half able to keep the rapid-fire Japanese words straight, but when the father started whispering fast and hushed at his son and the son whimpered back, I couldn't keep any of the words straight.

No shocker that the boy's dad was pretty mad!

I squirmed again and tried to spit out my diaper, whining at the old man, but he was too focused on his son. He walked to our wet tie, grabbing the boy by the scruff of his neck and tugging him off of me. It didn't take too much pressure for the stronger Shiba to pull his son's half-swollen knot out of me, leaving me gaping and quivering a foot off the ground.

He sternly derided his son, who cowered beneath the feral adult. Finally, the dad gave his son a set of quick instructions that ended with "Kanojo ni genkin de shiharau yo ni ii nasai." And like that, the boy ran off through the play structure with his tail between his legs.

With a heavy sigh, the older Shiba turned to consider me, hanging there. "I sorry," he said, concentrating on the words. They didn't come naturally to him. "He no know."

"Mmrph, Hmmmpp! Mrggg," I groaned.

"No can help," he said. I blinked wildly at him. Surely even if he couldn't get me out of the ropes, he could go get help. "Sayonara."

I growled after him, but the Shiba Inu left nearly as quickly as his son had, leaving me still stranded, and now dripping on the mat below me. Was I ever getting out of this!? Seconds turned to minutes and I'd completely lost track of time. Surely the birthday party would be wondering where I was by now. What was taking Kayla so long to ask about me?

But no, the next person to find me hanging there was a Doberman boy I hadn't seen when we first entered the place. He was two-legged, and looked about ten years old, wearing a cartoon t-shirt and little shorts with a white line down the sides. He happened upon me from the slide nearby, getting a perfect eyeful of my spread legs as his first look. His jaw dropped and he froze in place, staring at my dripping cunt.

By now I'd given up so completely that when I saw him lick his lips, I knew what was about to happen. Whimpering, I spread my legs and my tail and I waited for the sixth little kid to take advantage of me.

"Mom!" he yelped, and ran away.

He...was going for help? I lay there, suspended, stunned. But he did! And soon Mr. Baker had arrived with a lanky eighteen-year-old who worked in the kitchens. Mr. Baker didn't have hands, but the boy did, and he helped lift me out of the ropes and remove my drool-soaked diaper. Sitting up let my shorts cover up my abused spade, but of course that had been one of the key details the little Doberman boy had given to his mother. By now what had happened must have been buzzing throughout the Jungle Gymtastic.

Bones and muscles aching, I limped out of the play structure, behind the little Beagle dad. As bad as it had all been, I found myself dreading this part the worst. First the looks from my friends and my sister, then the sit-down with the police. They'd be here soon and I'd have to relive everything all over again. All eyes were on me.

Could this day get any worse?

* * * * *

I padded into the building, my partner holding the door open. We were the second-closest officers on the scene, but I had seniority and would have to interview the victim. Raped in the middle of a kid's restaurant? It hardly seemed -

"Dad!"

I froze. Wait, the Jungle Gymtastic? This couldn't be the same place my daughter was at a birthday party! But there was Annabelle, and her half-brother Paul. My heart started to race - she wasn't involved in any of this, was she?

"Annabelle!" I exclaimed as she approached. I could smell she was distraught, though there were a mix of other smells as well.

She said, "It was Miley at the party. Something happened to her," the half-husky, half-German Shepherd girl said, trying to hug me.

I glanced up at my partner, then gave her a quick, reassuring nuzzle before saying, "I'm on duty, honey. But don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of it."

She hopped backward and said, "Sorry, Daddy."

"But you were safe the whole time?" I asked carefully, glancing up at Paul. I'd really just gotten to know the teenage boy - my wife's son from a previous marriage. But the husky was totally unlike his deadbeat father, and I could tell he truly cared about Annabelle. He'd really stepped up as our first choice baby-sitter, and never complained about it.

"She was, Jackson," the boy said, stepping up behind my little girl. Anna looked up at her older brother and nuzzled him. They were very close for an eight-year-old and a thirteen-year-old, proof that Paul was growing into a responsible young man.

"Thank you, Paul. Well sweetie, I've got work to do. I'll see you back home, though!" I left, leaving Paul to sit back down at the park bench table that still had birthday decorations all over it. He seemed to have a way with pups - Annabelle's young friends also sat around him, a Beagle and a Greyhound. Oh, dear, the young two-legger must be Miley's sister! How traumatizing that her first real experience with the concept of sex would be her older sibling's rape.

"Officer Faraday, I've gotten all the initial information," the rookie cop who'd arrived here first said, saluting. He had look down to salute me down by his feet, but as a feral, I had gotten used to that. I quickly reviewed the statements from the Doberman boy who'd discovered Miley, and from his mom. And then from Mr. Baker and the employee. But I had to take Miley's statement. An important job, but not one I relished.

Steeling myself, I padded forward, hidden now behind several large play structures, to find the abused Greyhound sitting on the edge of a slide near the ropes that had led to this terrible incident. "Miley Garrison?" I asked quietly, looking up at her.

The young Greyhound looked up, her blueish-grey fur ruffled. "Yes?"

"I'm Sergeant Faraday. I'm so sorry for what's happened to you, but I have a few more questions..."

Miley explained to me what happened for what must have been the third time, judging by her voice. She'd fallen into the ropes chasing Candy and Carly Cotter. Why was she chasing them? Because they'd been kissing each other. Miley seemed to dismiss the twins antics - it wasn't relevant to the story. The wolves had run away, afraid of being caught. I couldn't remember seeing them at the table, so they must still be hiding. That's when the Shiba Inu boy had found her, ripped off her diaper and stuffed it in her mouth. He'd raped her, not knowing any better, and then his Dad had found them and ran away with the boy, leaving her tied up. The rookie officer had already followed up, but the Shibas had paid in cash. I would find out later that the Dad was a diplomat from Japan, so there was no way Miley would ever get any justice here. Between diplomatic immunity, the underage nature of the perpetrator, and all the red tape, the poor girl had gotten knocked up with no chance for any recourse.

I had my partner, Dan, start to record and test the scene, and I directed Miley to our partner hospital to get inspected and have the...ahem...deposits tested, but it was pretty clear that the Shiba boy wasn't going to be in our database. Still, once a rapist always a rapist, and we'd have a head start if he tried something like that in the States again.

"Dan, you finish up here. No one knows where the Cotter twins ended up, so I'm going to do a little tracking."

Dan nodded - the two-legger's nose just wasn't up to this task. Most four-leggers didn't train their smell like I had. I could smell drugs a mile away, and bad guys could run, but they couldn't hide from me. I'd sniff them out. So I sniffed around where Miley said she'd last seen the twins. I had a little trouble picking them up over the scents of sex and heat. Even talking to Miley had proven a little difficult with her diaper off and sitting nearby. I'd had to bite my lip to keep from involuntarily poking out. That's a problem Dan never had to deal with, wearing pants. Sure, I could wear shorts, but they looked ridiculous and impeded my movement.

But I scented wolf, too, and as I traced the girls away from the scene, the other odors fell away. It was a faint trail, but definitely one I could follow. "Ah ha," I announced entirely to myself. They'd left the building through a side entrance hidden in the back of the play structure. I pushed the door open and kept tracking.

Picking through the side alley, I half expected them to be hiding among the trash cans, but the path led over toward the next building - an abandoned gas station. Their scent was still fresh, so they couldn't have gone much farther. I passed by the station and ended up taking a left towards a copse of trees that was nestled between this side street and the main highway. I could hear the cars zooming by above as I picked past abandoned trash. Someone had tossed an old washing machine over the edge of the highway. So many violations, but we could hardly ever catch litterers like that. No one had been back here in weeks, except the twins.

I found them just beyond an old tarp that had blown down here from the interstate, next to a fallen tree covered in plastic bags. There they were, lying on the ground, the white sister straddling the grey one. They hadn't heard me coming obviously, because Miley was right. They were kissing, but she'd really underplayed it. The twins party dresses had been tossed to the side and they were embracing each other naked, muzzles tilted to french kiss deeply. I could barely see that though, as their heads were on the side away from me.

No, what I got to see was their naked hips pressed and straining against each other, the eleven-year-old twins humping weakly. Wet, grey spades pressed together in a sloppy, inelegant pantomime of the girls' tongues, the up girl's tail curled to the side for a crystal clear view.

My throat went dry, and I had to clear it. "Uh hem."

The down girl glanced up at me breaking off her kiss to gasp, "We're caught, Candy!"

The white wolf glanced over her shoulder at me, but unlike the fear of who must be Carly, Candy just smiled at me and said, "Took 'em long enough!"

Carly covered her genitals with her grey tail, but Candy seemed, if anything, to hike hers higher. Carly said, "If he tells Dad we're screwed!"

Candy shook her head. "We're not doing anything illegal, so why would he tell?"

"Um, girls...it's time to head back," I said simply, sitting and adjusting the police hat on my head.

"See?" Candy said.

Technically, she was right. They were both the same age, so they weren't breaking any statutory laws. If one of them had been a boy, I could probably write him up, but it would be a stretch. Right now, the best I had was public indecency, but I'd have to testify under oath that raising their tails like that had been done with intent. After all, I knew pretty well that four-leggers weren't required to wear clothes to cover up their genitals.

"Let's pack it up," I managed to gasp, hoarsely.

"Why don't you make us?" Candy panted, wiggling her hips. That public indecency case was growing stronger by the second.

"Candy!" her sister gasped.

But the white wolf was adamant. "I'm not ready to stop, sis," she replied, kissing her again. It was enough to make the grey tail arch to the side again, twin, wet spades nestled against each other and staring me straight in the face. Neither girl was in heat - I'd smelled that much already, so they were far too wet for it to be simple arousal. I realized then that these young ladies must have been licking each other out not too long ago.

The notes said these two were older than Annabelle - Sixth grade, but I still shouldn't be thinking the thoughts I was thinking. They might look and smell like full grown street hussies, but they were in school every day learning how to spell "ignite" and "sensual" and how to multiply. I had no business licking my lips and staring at those grinding pussies.

I didn't just look like a model cop, I was one. A strong, handsome German Shepherd Dog, I looked perfect in my blue uniform, and I always did things by the book. My gruff, commanding voice conveyed my concern for victim and perpetrator alike, boss and subordinate. I had a beautiful home with a two-car garage, a loving, two-legged wife, and the love of my life, Annabelle. I'd fallen for Sharon fresh on the job - my first crush and my only mate, and I'd always figured the beautiful strong survivor of a husky would be all I ever needed.

Until recently. These twin pussies were not the first ones I'd let my eyes linger on, and looking at the wolves made me far less guilty than the other one. Annabelle was my daughter, and she was only eight, but she'd taken to being naked basically all the time at home now, even when in heat. The week she'd decided she was too old for diapers even though she was in heat was one of the hardest in my life. Sure, I smashed my wife again and again, but my mind kept wandering back to the sweet little, four-legged mix. I felt terrible - I'd brought Anna into the world and now was at best cheating in my mind on my wife with our own daughter.

It wasn't my fault! She was perfect, and proud, and smart, and independent. She was growing into the girl I always wanted her to be, and though I'd told myself two legs would be enough when I married Sharon, Annabelle had been quickly changing my mind. Thank God for Paul! When our other babysitter was busy, I would be the one staying home alone with Annabelle, while Sharon did the chores, and it was getting harder and harder to hide that my baby girl was making me harder and harder. But Paul never turned us down.

I gulped, realizing I'd just been sitting there, dumbstruck, while the wolves continued to make out in front of me. I caught Candy's eyes when she suddenly looked back at me, grinning. I followed her gaze and realized from how I was sitting, she could see me peeking considerable red from my sheath. Gulping, I quickly blocked her view with one of my paws. Candy said, "You're not gonna tell on us, are ya, mister?"

"I, uh..." I panted unconvincingly.

Candy continued, "We'll make it worth your while..."

"Candy!" Carly objected again.

I said, "Offering me anything of monetary value amounts to bribery." Maybe I could scare them into complying."

The eleven-year-old said in her best husky voice, "What I'm offering you is absolutely free."

"Candy," her sister whispered urgently, "we should just head back...!"

I should have backed Carly up and dragged Candy home by the scruff of her neck. I should have, but I gulped and said, "And what, exactly, are you offering?"

"We've got a solution to your little problem down there - unless you'd rather walk back into the restaurant with your dick swinging between your legs. And there's no risk - I'm not in heat, and Carly here is already pregnant."

Carly looked mortified, ears flat. "We're not supposed to tell anyone!" There was no deceit on that face. Somehow, this Sixth Grader was knocked up, and my first thought wasn't to investigate who or how.

These kids were talking like full-blooded adults, every bit as slutty as the ladies in the red light district, and apparently a lot more sexually experienced than I'd given them credit for. In the back of my mind, I knew these twins were some guy's daughters, and they had some mother taking care of them. They were a lot like Annabelle.

But the front of my mind said, "Quit playing games. If you're offering something, offer it."

Carly said "You don't have to do this!"

But Candy grinned. "I'm not. You_are." With that, the white wolf squeezed her paws around Carly and rolled over in the dirt. Suddenly, Carly went from whining on the ground to whimpering on top of her sister, her grey rump lofted in the air. If she was pregnant, she wasn't showing yet, but what she _was showing me was more than enough. Candy, beneath her, used her hind paws, pushing up on Carly's abdomen to stick her rump even higher in the air.

Carly went wide eyes, staring over her shoulder at me before turning back to her sister and yelping, "I - I can't! I'm dating Randy!"

"Then why do we make out every night?" Candy said, licking her nervous sister's face.

"Because I love you! And Randy. But I don't love him," she said, flicking her tail in my direction.

She almost caught me on the chin, as I'd walked up behind the grey-furred wolf cub. Carly might pretend to be a shy little good girl, but I knew she'd given it up at least once before, her trembling pussy offered freely to some guy named Randy. She was just a slut, albeit a pre-teen one. Weeks of imagining my daughter in front of me with her tail raised made me finally make the worst decision of my life. I said, "You might not love me, but you're sure gonna love what I'm gonna give you!"

"C'mon Carly. He's doing us a favor. Don't you want to thank him for his service?"

The young wolf looked back over her shoulder at me, her eyes half-lidded. If she'd been scared or was feeling coerced, adrenaline would be shocking her system. No, she was just a slut and she wanted it. No one would know, and no one would care, except maybe whoever Randy was. Carly nodded and pushed her tail out of the way, panting softly, and so a twenty-six year old police sergeant with an impeccable record finally said fuck it. I'd been trying to be a pup scout since I joined the force, to represent four-legged officers in the best light, even when I saw my colleagues bending the rules, breaking some laws, and taking advantage of their position. Maybe the way to be fully accepted was to join them!

I couldn't help but picture my daughter's grey spade as I poked my nose forward, taking a deep breath. The sixth grader smelled just right - fully grown, sexually mature, her pussy bouncing up and down against my cold nose. She whimpered and bit her lip as I took a slurp, parting those tight, gentle petals. She tasted just right, too, the musky flavor of her arousal spilling down my tongue. Other than four legs, she was just like my wife, Sharon, who liked to provide the fortune cookie after dinner every night, whether or not we'd ordered Chinese. It was so easy to forget that this pregnant, whining bitch was only eleven years old.

If her rump was ready to consent, her tail draped over my shoulder, why couldn't her voice? The law had never seemed more backwards to me. "Ooooh!" the girl gasped.

I pulled my tongue out her, and dropped lower, where Candy's identical pussy clenched and squeezed as if she could share her sister's pleasure by sheer brainwaves. No need, I thought, lavishing her little cunt as well. The white wolf yipped in surprise, but she spread her legs for my tongue, blushing. Carly, panting above, whined, "This is so wrong..."

"It's what you need, sis," Candy groaned, bucking her hips weakly. "My tongue can only do so much. You've had to make do without a cock in you for, like, three weeks!"

She started to say, "But I promised myself to Cousin Randy!"

I gulped. She'd been knocked up by her own cousin? My heart was racing, but this new information only made me bury my tongue in Carly's sopping mound even harder. Like a good little bitch, the slut pushed back against me, even as she made a big show about dating her cousin.

"Then why've we been eating each other out every night?" Candy grinned, glancing past her sister to wink at me. "Who you fuck is your business, not his."

"Language!" Carly protested weakly, not objecting to the, um, thrust of her twin's argument.

Candy grinned. "I never thought_you'd_ be the innocent one. Trust me, honey - you should get it when you can, and if he really loves you, he'll understand."

Whimpering, the grey wolf glanced back at me, the strong, handsome image of a German Shepherd Dog. She gulped and said, "I don't even know his name." Then, she flicked her ears and stared back down at her sister. "Wait - have you been...having sex? With...boys?"

Candy just laughed, "Of course."

I didn't mind the change of thought, as I was pretty far from offering my name to these jailbait bitches. But I was starting to get impatient with their conversation. Carly was still pretending like she had a choice in this matter, but that had gone away when she'd presented her quivering pussy to my waiting muzzle. It was just about time to take matters into my own paws...

Carly didn't notice me pull my tongue back and pant, trying to recover my breath. She locked eyes with her white-furred sister, realizing for the first time just how loose her twin had become. She cried, "Who? How!?"

"Just a couple guys at school. You'd be surprised how easy it is to find a nice, quiet corner... I'll tell you some good places."

"Candy!" she protested, in shock. But then she cocked her head and said, "You will?"

"Of course. You can take Randy there - or whoever. But first," she continued, leaning up to whisper in Carly's ear.

I couldn't hear what was said, but Carly's eyes popped open and she looked back at me. Then, with a nod, the grey wolf walked away from me. I narrowed my eyes, but she wasn't trying to get away. That became clear when she stopped just a few feet forward, her dripping spade a foot or two directly above her twin sister's grinning muzzle. There, Carly shivered and spread her hind legs, shoving her tail to the side for the adult cop whose name she didn't know, nor had she bothered to ask for.

Candy didn't need to say "She's all yours, officer," as that was clear enough from the pose, and I didn't correct her misranking me. Instead, I straddled the white wolf on the ground until I reached that beautiful grey rump. Candy had the perfect view as I hopped onto the pregnant eleven-year-old's rump, and I could only guess she was grinning to see my fat sheath nearing Carly's clenching cunny, half my red rocket already showing. I really had Candy to thank for this - she'd basically offered her twin sister to me without even asking her first. I didn't mind giving her a good show in return for a piece of underage tail.

I wrapped my paws around her. The coloration was all wrong, but it wasn't hard to imagine covering my daughter, Annabelle. I dug my paws into her hips, holding on tight in case she had second thoughts, but she hadn't even had _first_thoughts. The slutty grey wolf was acting purely on instinct, obeying everything her dominant twin sister said.

And Candy had said to fuck a random cop. For a second, I realized that these girls actually knew Annabelle, or at least had attended the same birthday party. If they didn't know her directly, they knew someone who knew her. My heart raced as I realized my mistake. If they pieced it together, if they saw me with Annabelle later, they'd be able to blackmail me or worse! I'd let myself get caught up in their games, thinking no one would believe the word of two dirty whores over mine, but what if they told Annabelle? Or if it got back to Sharon?

Well, it was too late to worry about that now. I was already poking Carly's puffy pussy. They had all the blackmail they were going to get. Taking a deep breath, I threw caution to the wind and humped forward, piercing the whining little bitch in one, sharp motion. Cars zoomed by on the highway above, too busy to stop and notice what was happening just a couple dozen feet down amidst the trash and trees. A four-legged cop in a crisp blue uniform with matching hat who'd given up on the "protect" and really misinterpreted the "serve".

It felt so right. Sharon didn't prefer doggystyle, and neither did I, with her. She was a bit tall and the angle was off. Not so with Carly. The small wolf bitch fit perfectly in my forelegs, her wet pussy reaching out to let me up and in her with a grunt. And like that we were together, Carly digging her paws into the dirt to hold her ground. I huffed and dug my claws into her, eyes rolling back in my head as my dick swam in her tight, young tunnel. She pushed back and yipped, "Oh, God, mister!"

From below, I heard, "Don't hold back, sir," a wry sarcasm evident in the honorific. But I couldn't hold back after what Candy did after she said that. Reaching up with her muzzle, she lapped her sister's bouncing mound. Well, I was in that! The sexy white wolf slathered her tongue, accidentally or not, along the entire length of my veiny, throbbing cock!

Gritting my teeth, I pulled myself out of Carly until just my tip was stuck in the grey bitch, and found out that it was no accident. With almost all my length out proudly in the air, Candy wrapped her tongue around me, slurping her sister's sticky juices off my dick. My muzzle split into a wide grin, my tongue dangling out the side of my mouth as she lubed me up. But after doing her due diligence, she pulled back and said, "Now give it to her, Officer Faraday."

My ears flicked. She must have caught my nameplate on the right side of my uniform. Would they connect that to Annabelle Faraday? I shook it off and did what I was told, ramming my sopping cock back into Carly. We met in a smooth, wet embrace, her underage vagina engulfing my full-grown cock. I slipped all the way in, my knot quivering just inside her fat cunny, but I knew I'd better watch that. My partner sure didn't have a good enough nose to track us here, but eventually they'd come looking for us or wonder why I'd turned off my two-way radio. Getting tied up would be a pretty big risk!

"Oh, he's so big!" Carly groaned, slamming her hips up and down. For a reluctant bitch, she was clearly enjoying herself now, moaning and shuddering and tossing her head back to whine. I felt a twinge of pride, realizing that I was bigger than "Cousin Randy" at least, though this wolf must have been in heat at the time.

"You should try Great Dane," Candy laughed, watching up close and personal as cop cock pounded her sister's supple spade.

Glancing down beneath her belly, Carly gasped at her sister, "You fucked Daryl!?"

"Finally got to live my childhood crush," Candy replied. I rolled my eyes - she was eleven, _now_was her childhood! "But I don't want to date him anymore. I could set you up with him, if you wanted."

Carly shook her head, tail wagging and slamming back against me. I felt her thick folds engulfing and squeezing around my growing knot, clearly trying to keep me locked inside her. That's why I had to chuckle when she said, "N-no, I'm going steady with Randy right now..."

"Maybe not right now," I grunted, grinding my tip up against her sealed womb. Randy might be the father, but he wasn't the one making Carly's legs weak. I pounded harder, my balls swinging back and forth and smacking Candy on the chin. She was licking us again, and I knew I needed some self-restraint. Gritting my teeth, I pulled out just far enough to_pop_ out my knot, holding it there as I let it grow to its full size under the eager, forceful licks of the white wolf.

Carly had no response for my joke, whining and pushing back and grinding her hips like a desperate bitch in heat, missing the sheer fullness of having a dog knot stretching her out in all directions. She shuddered and squeezed down around the rest of my shaft, but I wasn't going to tie her, no matter how much she begged. I tested my knot a few times, until I was confident that no matter how wet Carly became, I was stuck outside, and then I leaned forward and said, "You ready, slut?"

"Um..." she whined.

"Ready!" Candy yelped from below, answering for her conflicted sister. That was good enough for me. I slammed forward as hard as I could, glad to see that my guess had been right - I smashed into her fat spade, but my knot just squished up against her, unable to pierce her tight hole.

I don't know if Carly or Candy said anything and I didn't care. This was what I'd decided to risk my entire life for, and I was going to enjoy it. I slammed into her again and again, ignoring her yips and moans, my hips a blur. I rutted this wolf bitch like I'd never been able to do with Sharon - I cared too much about my wife. Now was the time for pure, rough,animalistic fornication, and I kept humping away even after Carly lost her grip and fell face first in the underbrush. Her cunt was still in the air and that's all that mattered to me.

My tongue flapped in the air, cooling me down. My lungs heaved for breath. My muscles ached from each, fervent thrust. For once, I was the alpha, ignoring my penchant for gentleness and openness. For all I knew, Carly was whining for me to stop, to hold back, but I couldn't register words. I drilled her into the ground, my knot hammering her aching pussy. If she _was_protesting, Candy wasn't registering it either, as I felt her wet tongue curled and suckling on my knot. It really helped with the illusion that was tied to this needy little bitch. Drool spilled off my panting tongue and splashed down Carly's neck fur, my grunting growing to a low howl.

"Harder!" Was that Candy or Carly? My ears perked up. That's when I realized it was both of them, and with a grin, I did my best. I slowed my pace only so that each, fierce thrust was stronger than the last, getting a yip and a whine from Carly each time. Candy whimpered beneath us, and a quick glance over my shoulder made it clear that she had her paw between her legs, rubbing herself off to her twin sister's now-eager affair. "He's - he's gonna -" Candy whined, reaching her muzzle up to take my swinging sack into her mouth, careful of her teeth as she slurped my churning balls.

Low howl gave way to high-pitched, before I remember to cut it off before I drew too much attention. While Candy guzzled my musky scrotum, I finally lost it, and erupted inside the quivering bitch. Carly clamped down around my shaft, holding me right up against her cervix, and then she dissolved into whimpering, humping moans as she came. We trembled together, straining and letting go, surrendering to ecstasy as I tried vainly to breed the pregnant pup. And Candy felt every spurt, every squirt from my clenching balls.

She stood there, stiff in my embrace for each heady load, until she couldn't take it anymore and she collapsed on her side in the dirt. Carly rolled onto her back, panting and gazing up at me with half-lidded eyes, her pussy stained white and leaking onto the underbrush. I bit my lip and gave her the last two squirts over her white-furred belly. She wasn't far along, but I wasn't imagining her teats sticking out from that fur, already growing to prepare for her incestuous litter. Not my problem, anymore. Old Jackson might have checked in on these two, and paid Randy a little visit. New Jackson couldn't take that risk.

Now that my dick was in the air again, Candy rolled onto her belly, crept forward, and took it back in her mouth, cleaning me up. I grinned down at the twins, the afterglow still masking just how bad a dog I'd been.

"Wow," Carly panted, staring up at me, her tail wagging in the dirt.

I straightened the police cap on my head with a paw, trying to put on my serious face, but the illusion was disrupted by the eleven-year-old girl crouched beneath me, slathering my freshly spent cock. I was still a bit sensitive, but the warm saliva sliding over me still felt pretty damn good. "You're welcome," Candy said between licks, but she was talking to her twin sister.

With a loud sigh, the grey wolf agreed. "I needed that. But you're gonna have to tell me your secret places at school, because Randy and I have a lot of catching up to do!"

Licking my lips, I said, "Wish I'd gotten as lucky as your cousin, to have a tight little bitch like you."

Candy said, "You don't know the half of it. He had us both. Several times."

My cock surged, and she nuzzled it. I'd gone through high school a virgin, but this kid was having three-ways with his twin cousins? That wasn't fair. I'd spent all my time on my studies and missed out on my adolescence! Until now I'd only gotten my dick wet in one woman my whole life. "In that case it'd be a shame to stop at one free sample."

Candy blinked up at me. Then her muzzle split into a wide grin, and I watched the sexy sixth grader leap out from under me, darting in front and wagging her tail seductively. But, she said, "But I'm not free."

"Oh?" I asked, following hot on her trail. I was still half-hard the chill in the air making my poor dick quiver. "What do you want?"

She smiled back at me. "My going rate is pretty steep, officer."

Bounding forward, I surprised the white wolf by spinning around and cutting her off, face to face with a big smile. "Try me."

"One hundred dollars."

Carly had been watching in shock, still unaware just how much of a whore her twin sister had become. I knew better than to react stupidly. I gave a slow whistle. "But you're worth it?"

Candy nodded enthusiastically. "They keep coming back for more."

I had to suppress a roll of my eyes. Sure, $100 was a lot to scrape together for a middle school kid, and she probably thought she was a big deal, but to me, that was basically nothing. In this part of the country, $300 meant a cheap whore. Of course, until now I'd been trying to get prostitutes off the streets. Now...I was going to pay one.

"It's a deal," I said, my heart racing. My dick thought these twins was the best thing to ever happen to me, and right now, that was doing all my thinking for me.

"Need the money up front," she said, nuzzling me.

"Candy! You aren't really going to -" Carly whimpered. It was a rough day when you found out your twin sister was literally selling her body every day at school.

"Sure I am," the wolf interrupted. "You think Daryl didn't pay? Paul?"

My ear flicked. She couldn't mean my_Paul, could she? Was that why he had taken to baby-sitting Annabelle? To afford this little slut? Patting my neck wallet, a crisp one-hundred dollar bill emerged, and I grabbed it in my teeth. Candy took the bill and slid it into her neck bag. I grinned, and said, "I guess the two of you are "get one free, _then buy one", isn't that right?"

"Well, I gotta get you hooked," Candy replied, taking a deep breath. She backed up from me, glanced at the ground, and rolled over onto her back, flopping her rump up against a fallen three stump. I stared down at her, drooling, her beautiful white belly all mine. What a fucking bargain. I watched the sultry sister reach down with one paw and tug back on her tapered spade, spreading herself for me and saying, "Wanna taste?"

Carly was watching, exhausted, from the side. But her objections stopped at the transaction. She could hardly criticize her sister for fucking the same cop that'd just fucked her. I paused next to the tree trunk, at her upraised rump, her tail pointing almost straight up in the air. I pushed the bushy appendage out of the way and lowered my pointed muzzle to the white wolf's grey spade, a bit of pink visible between her spread paw pads.

A shame she wasn't in heat. At least, that's what the New Jackson was thinking. Getting an eleven-year-old pregnant would have mortified the old me, but not here and not now. I slammed my big, pink tongue inside of her, enjoying the satisfied gasp from the normally dominant wolf bitch. For all her projected control and confidence, she was still a whimpering little girl. She tasted great, and though she'd been sopping wet from kissing her sister, she'd lost a lot of that. I drooled into her and spun my tongue back and forth, greasing every inch of her tight little pussy. Every suckle, every slurp was with the intimate knowledge that soon I'd be in her, dick first, getting my money's worth.

"Aaah! Nnnngh!" she whimpered, kicking her little feet in the air.

When I slicked her up enough, I pulled out, licking my soaked lips. "You liked that, didn't you?"

"It was alright," she lied, her ears flat as she quivered in the air, achingly empty.

I stepped over her, next. Her head and shoulders were flat on the ground, but the angle was just right for my throbbing cock. I kept padding forward until I was nose to nose with her. I grinned, all my teeth showing, lining myself up with her triangular spade. She shivered, and stuck out her tongue. "What am I in for, officer?"

I licked her muzzle and joked, "Well, you sister is in for littering, and you're guilty of solicitation. But you're in for a really good time."

Candy paused her joking, stared down her belly at her upraised pussy, gingerly touching my tapered tip. She held her breath and clenched her eyes shut, legs wrapped around my waist. Ready or not, I paid my money, and it was time to get the goods.

"Ohhh!" Candy yipped as I sank into her, my cock rapidly swelling out from the tip to leave her fortune cookie stretched out in a lewd 'o'. I gritted my teeth and pushed deeper, eyes glancing down to watch as my fat German Shepherd cock made the young wolf bulge. She yelped and put one paw on my chest, pushing me away so weakly, the other paw on her abdomen, feeling herself get stuffed.

Her wagging tail kept hitting mine, and brushing up against my balls, but I was too focused on that tight, slippery cunt to worry about anything else. She engulfed every inch of my dick over the next minute, spreading her tight tunnel further and further until I grunted, hilted all the way inside her. Her grey spade squished up against the rolled up fur of my sheath, and Candy could see and feel how my whole, adult dick throbbed inside of her, stretching her out. I probably couldn't compare with the Great Dane, even if he was just a kid, but I could tell I was still leaving an impact on the experienced little minx.

"Oh fuck," she groaned. "Officer Faraday!"

I shook my head, grinning again. "Call me 'Daddy' instead."

She opened her eyes wide. "You..."

"I paid up, now you do what I want. That's how it works, bitch!"

She paused, a tinge of fear in her eyes. I hadn't shown this side of me when I'd fucked Carly, and I could see she was wondering what she'd gotten herself into. But she didn't risk testing me on it. She smiled up at me, flattened her eyes, and cooed, "Oh, Daddy! You're too big!"

Best. $100. I. Ever. Spent.

All the guilt, all the worry, it all faded away and I was left with just Annabelle beneath me. My beautiful little girl, so smart and knowledgeable, but lacking the life experiences she'd need. I wasn't going to let Annabelle waste her Middle School and High School years like I did, even if I had to pop her cherry myself! I took a deep breath and said, "Just give it a little time, baby girl, and you'll get used to it."

"I trust you," Annabelle whined.

"There's a good little girl," I grinned back. She bucked and moaned beneath me, even as I started to pick up the pace, humping up and down. I was still stuffed all the way in, but I knew I'd better not knot her. She was only eight, and that would be too much! I looked down to see the way I stretched my only daughter so wide. She squirmed and whimpered, but I could feel the pleasure coursing through her young body. "Feeling better now?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she whined, wrapping her hind legs around my waist. "B-but I'm in heat..."

Blood pumped through my body, but nowhere so much as drained into my cock. "Don't worry, let Daddy take care of it." I paused letting the moment really take control. "Just don't tell your mother..." I groaned.

She shook her head back and forth, "I won't tell, Daddy," Annabelle whined. "But what if I get pregnant!?"

I rocked back and forth inside my snug, hot little daughter. "Let me worry about that, honey bear. Don't you want your Daddy's pups?"

Anna leaned up and licked my face, moaning, "Of course! Do it, dad - give it to me, like you gave me_to _mom!"

Of course it wasn't really Annabelle, but I was humping and pumping just like it was. Candy knew just how to play what I wanted - no, needed. Flicking my ear, I glanced over at Carly only to find the grey wolf blushing fiercely, her ears pinned back as she sat on her tail, watching our little game even as she rubbed her messy pussy with her one, free paw.

"I love you so much," I groaned, leaning down to meet her lips and kiss the white wolf with all the passion I'd been saving up for Annabelle. Her eyes popped open as we suddenly locked lips, my head tilted. Our tongues slid wetly past each other in a truly loving embrace, and together we made out and rocked against each other, words of love and adoration voiced between my heavy kisses.

"Unf! Nnf! Nng!" she grunted, sliding her hips up and down almost as fast as I managed. I could feel myself bloating her out, and knew that the time to pull out was now or never. But I didn't want to. I wanted to knot, and mate, and breed my perfect little girl. When she yelped, "Daddy! Harder!", I couldn't hold back.

I pumped harder, ignoring the fact that my knot was still buried inside her, ignoring the truth that I was committing one of the worst felonies upon these twin girls, that I was violating every ethical tenet of my job and my personality. There was just my sweet little girl. Opening my mouth, I whispered in Candy's ear, "Annabelle...!"

I could tell she recognized the name - it was a bit unusual. So she hadn't realized I was the shepherd's father yet. Now she knew, and now she knew exactly how I felt about my third grade daughter. I might have freaked out about it but I was far too busy. I leaned forward and tested my knot, plugging the white wolf nice and firmly. And then I was all over her, humping and wagging my tail and licking her face, drooling all over what was, in my mind, my young daughter. She lay there stunned and took the full brunt of my arousal, her muzzle curled up in shock and...something else. Was that disgust?

Whether it was or not, Candy knew she'd been bought and paid for, and if she felt bad about helping me indulge my perverted fantasy, I couldn't tell. She hammered her hips up against me, whimpering, "Oh, Daddy, I've wanted this for_so_ long, but I just couldn't tell you!" She reached her front paws around my broad shoulder and licked the side of my face, even as I smashed her into the ground beneath me. Her pussy bulged, and it was clear she was used to taking the knot, because she just squeezed hard and came, letting the throbbing bulge overwhelm her little pink nub. "I don't care what Mom thinks! I don't care what Paul thinks! I'm your mate now. Fuck me, harder, Daddy!"

I gave her a nice, extra strong thrust when she threw Paul's name in there. She had been talking about my wife's son! She referred to him by his real name. I felt a twisted surge of pride that the boy hadn't spent his teenage years a virgin, and that he knew a good deal when he saw one. After all, Candy definitely wasn't charging enough!

"Such a good girl," I panted in her ear, gratified to hear a loud whine and a flurry of exultant panting from our lupine audience. "I don't need anyone else. We'll run away together, oh, fuck, fuck, ANNABELLE!" I howled and joined her in ecstasy. First a slut, then a whore, my balls churned to claim the second twin, splattering straight down into her outstretched cunt. She wasn't pregnant, so I could only imagine I was painting her womb, a flood of cum gushing straight into her belly. While I pretended to be cheating on my wife with my daughter, I was, of course, actually cheating on my wife. In the moment, I didn't care, and I didn't care that these girls were incredibly underage, or that they knew my name and my daughter. In my mind, these twins had needed a powerful, adult male to really satisfy their incestuous urges - I was just the lucky guy to find them first.

"Faraday!" Candy moaned, forgetting her role and bucking her hips, wetly gushing and squeezing on my buried cock.

"Candy!" I did too, slamming my tongue down her throat and pumping another warm load into her. We moaned and humped and came together, grins plastered over our faces. I could tell that Carly was watching, jealous, from the side, her digits damp from pawing herself off in the remains of the mess I'd left her. Now, she lapped between her cum-soaked paw pads, but her eyes were locked on us rutting like wild animals in the dirt.

Finally, gasping and struggling for air, I collapsed on top of the white wolf, enjoying the warmth of her small body and the rapid thumping of her heart against mine. "Y-you should charge more," I admitted, licking her nose.

Candy moaned, bucking weakly and wagging her tail. "I-if I charge too much, they might not pay, and_then_ what would I do? This way," she groaned, "they always say 'yes'."

I grinned. "What a tight little slut you are."

Candy panted, "You're Anna's father?"

Looking away, I blushed and said, "You played her part perfectly."

"Have you ever... actually..." she asked.

My eyes widened. "N-no! I couldn't do that. What if..."

She licked my face and said, simply, "You won't know unless you ask."

She wasn't upset or disgusted by my feelings for my daughter. In fact, she was encouraging it. I was beet red and totally embarrassed to even be considering it, so I took the chance to break eye contact with her, turning around and stepping over the tree trunk, my tie keeping up warm, wet, and together.

Carly stepped up beside us, her own chest still heaving, and said, "They'll be looking for us by now. We have to head back."

"I take it you're not gonna tell anyone at the party what we've all been up to out here, Officer Faraday?" Candy said, pointedly.

I nodded weakly. "As far as I know, you were just hiding out here from Miley."

Candy looked concerned. "W-what did Miley tell you?"

I cocked my head, glancing over my shoulder to look the white wolf in the eye. "That she got trapped chasing you and you ran off. Why? Isn't that what happened?"

"Yes..." Candy lied. I could tell from her eye movements and lack of confidence.

She'd been so confident up until now. I stared straight ahead, my mind in detective mode, even as my aching balls squeezed the last few drops into her canine cunny. Something hadn't added up. Why hadn't Miley called for help when the Shiba arrived and ripped off her diaper, then shoved it in her mouth? By that point, she'd have been hanging there for a while without yelling. No, it had to have happened right away. _Candy_had grabbed the diaper, while Miley was still expecting the twins to help her out of that embarrassing situation. Miley had to have known the person gagging her, or she would have called out immediately.

"Good," I said, running through scenarios in my head. It wasn't my place to tell these girls that their actions had gotten their friend - or babysitter? - raped. I was just supposed to track them down and return them to the restaurant. And I couldn't pursue my new theory, either. The more that the girls were involved, the riskier it was for me. I winced, realizing that fucking the two twins wasn't a onetime - sorry, two- lapse in professionalism. Now I was going to have to cover up the truth, lie on a police report... What the fuck was I _thinking!?_At least Miley was protecting these girls, and that would have to do. No one would have any reason to suspect the Greyhound was lying.

"We aren't going anywhere until my knot swells down."

The truth was the truth and they had to agree. We were waiting there for another fifteen minutes, but at least I could radio back now. Tapping the two-way on my uniform, I called my partner. "Sorry for the radio silence, Dan. I must have accidentally turned it off. But I can report that I found the Cotter twins. I repeat, I've had the twins, they're in good hands, and we're on our way back. E.T.A. fifteen minutes." Shit, I meant that I have the twins. Luckily, he didn't notice.

"Copy that, Jackson. I'll update the family. Good work, Sergeant."

"Some of my best work," I agreed, looking back at the beautiful white wolf bulging at the end of my cock. Eventually, I managed to pull free from her tight pussy, leaving her dripping in dog cum. "Come on - get yourself cleaned up and let's go. The Bakers are worried about you two."

With a little help from Carly's tongue, Candy was soon presentable, and after a minute or two we managed to get both girls back in their party dresses. I tried to project my typical aura of guardianship as I led the sixth graders back to the party.

I was pretty sure the girls would keep my secret, and I wasn't about to tell my wife that I'd fucked two Middle Schoolers. I could leave Sharon in the dark about that for the rest of my life. And maybe Paul needed a warning about his...extra-curricular activities. I felt like I had ninety-nine problems, but the most pressing one:

What was I going to do about Annabelle?