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Shaw knew how to follow his nose. Since Kalli had headed upstairs, there hadn't been a peep out of the Dalmatian, even though Shaw knew she was completely alone. Jeroux, Mick, and Bran, the three ferals he'd basically just met were trapped in Shaw's den, breeding Shaw's wife, Sasha, and Bran's daughter, Karen. That left Jeroux's wife passed out in the back shed, her spade leaking onto the floor, and Bran's wife Mandy panting in the kitchen, hopefully remembering to take out the cinnamon buns despite the afterglow.

Sadly, Shaw had just missed leaving the teenage, four-legged Karen's belly full, but he was a shoe-in for winning the wager to sire the most puppies tonight. He'd had two bitches all to himself, while the other three guys were sharing two. Still, he wouldn't be satisfied until he got up in Mick's girlfriend, Kalli. The Dalmatian had been flirting all night, and Shaw figured he'd saved the easiest for last. If he had to guess what she was doing...

He padded up the stairs, ignoring the delicious dessert in favor of the thin trail of Kalli's heat. He passed by the room that would soon serve as a baby room for Sasha's adulterous stew of three males' seed, following the scent instead to his bedroom. Sure enough, he'd been right - there was the twenty-something Dalmatian perched on the edge of his bed, the remote in one paw. Her other was tucked into her baggy shorts, sliding beneath her wet panties. What else would she be doing? She'd found the video feed to the den, and she was watching, wide-eyed, at the debauchery on the screen.

She was so distracted, the feral German Shepherd walked all the way up to her, glancing at the screen. She was switching back and forth between the different views, watching in stunned silence at what appeared to be Bran balls deep in his own daughter, breeding her as best the Border Collie could. Her boyfriend, Mick, was on his back, leaving another rich, fertile load up inside Sasha, his cock shuddering right up against his friend, Jeroux, as they shared Sasha's absolutely gaping spade.

"Pretty hot, huh?" Shaw said simply.

Kalli jumped with a start, finally noticing her new guest. "Jesus! Shaw!" she groaned, thwacking him on the shoulder.

"Your boyfriend is really giving it his all, huh?" Shaw said calmly, making it clear that he was already well aware of what had been going on.

Kalli shivered, flipping to the camera closest to Mick, Sasha, and Jeroux. "Yeah..." she whimpered.

"You're not jealous? There's nothing stopping him from pumping Sasha full of puppies he could be giving to you."

The Dalmatian shook her head. "I love Mick because he's fucking_huge_, and he doesn't want to tie me down. Unless I ask," she added, grinning at Shaw. "What he does to some other pussy is his business. What about you? She's your wife."

Shaw shrugged. "I've loved Sasha since we were kids. I know her better than she knows herself, and she's locked in there, getting what she needs. Which leaves me out here, getting what I want."

Kalli giggled at the confident four-legger. "Ah yes, the bet. You don't really think Mandy, Vivi, and I are gonna just let you knock us all up, do you?"

The German Shepherd grinned knowingly at the two-legged Dalmatian. "Well, that just depends on you, now."

She blinked. "You're kidding me. Vivian is a wolf supremacist! Mandy keeps whining about how one daughter is 'one too many'."

"I don't know what to tell you. I fucked them both."

"Jesus," she said again, her paw still tucked inside her panties. She rubbed herself, looking the German Shepherd over. He wasn't as big as her Kuvasz boyfriend by any means, but he was quite the handsome dog. "Well - I'm not ready to be a mom just yet, Shaw, so you better have made those two sluts count."

"No one is ever really ready," Shaw countered. "Look at Karen, there..."

The teenager was still curled over the desk, her father pounding her brains out, bulging pussy keeping every frothy splurt of incestuous cum inside her.

"No offense," Kalli replied, "But I think we all knew Karen was gonna end up a teen mom sooner or later. But what a way to lose her cherry!"

Shaw grinned. "Actually, I popped that one - but she got away from me."

"Bad luck," she replied, breathlessly. Two things became clear - not only had he taken advantage of that years-younger bitch, but she hadn't wanted it. Whining, the spotty slut pushed her fingers into her own, heat-swollen spade.

"First Karen, and now you? You won't reconsider a litter? It's only fair considering your boy toy over there knocking my wife up."

"Sorry, Shaw - no luck there. But that doesn't mean you won't_get lucky_," she winked, her tongue sticking out of her mouth. "I've been dreaming about that cock of yours since Sasha described that piercing..."

"Good enough for -"

The door on screen opened. Shaw and Kalli turned to stare at the den, Mandy standing in the doorway now, furious to find her husband rump-to-rump in the daughter Mandy had long accused of trying to seduce him. Sasha held up a hand and said, "Wait!" But it was too late, the angry mother had slammed the door shut, locking them all in for the third time.

* * * * *

Mandy stared down at Karen.

Karen glanced back over her shoulder at her mom.

The yellow labrador shifted her eyes from Karen back to Bran, the sheepish looking Border Collie trying not to meet his wife's gaze. "You," she growled, focusing her attention on her husband. "I expected this from that slut you raised. Cheating on me with Sasha was one thing, but your own daughter!?"

Bran stammered, "I - I didn't really have a choice. Jeroux and Mick -"

"This isn't about them," Mandy barked. "They can fuck Karen all night long for all I care. But you know this is what I've been worried about for more than ten years."

Karen interjected, her hips still flush with her dad's. "Daddy, tell her!"

Bran tried. "Mandy, I - we, we're in love."

Mandy rolled her eyes so hard you could hear them. "Did I ask you, bitch?" she glared at her daughter, before addressing her husband. "If you think for one second I'm going to be taking this without a fight, Bran... I didn't keep this marriage together for half my life to let it derail because you wanted to bust a nut in your empty-headed pup! You get out of that black-and-white cumdumpster this minute!"

Whimpering, Bran glanced back and tugged at his engorged tie, still far too big to rip from Karen's swollen petals. "I can't -"

"Dad!" Karen yipped, that her father would even try to listen to his nagging wife.

Mick, Jeroux, and Sasha watched where they lay, stuck together, the German Shepherd looking nervous. The two males though may as well have been eating popcorn as they watched, grinning.

"Oh, whatever," Mandy growled, the fur on her neck bristling. She stepped forward and grabbed at their bulging tie. "I spent that last decade carting you both back and forth in the car, making all your meals, cleaning all your clothes - this is nothing."

"Mandy...!" Bran gasped, the two ferals locked together and helpless to stop the powerful anthro from grabbing Karen's bloated cunny, sliding a paw around the base of his cock, and pulling - hard.

"Mom!" Karen yipped.

It took a little twisting, and a little peeling, but Mandy was good with her hands, and suddenly Bran popped right out of her, a flood of incestuous cum spilling down Karen's hips. Grabbing Karen by the collar, Mandy dragged the yelping bitch across the floor, her tail between her legs. She barked at Jeroux and Mick, "You better finish up there and get to work on this slippery little whore!" Pushing her daughter's head to the ground, she lifted a nearby heavy printer cart just enough to slide the extra give in her collar beneath, locking her head first to the ground. She struggled, but the cart moved, threatening to topple over her.

Bran just watched, jaw dropped at his fierce, angry, powerful wife, his half-swollen cock dangling between his legs. Mandy strode over to her idiot of a husband. "You don't love that dumb puppy anymore than you love me, Bran. That's not what makes a strong marriage. It's a willingness to fight, and I've got enough for both of us."

Bran yipped, not expecting Mandy to reach down and grab him full on, hard, around the red rocket, squeezing his knot. The smaller Border Collie groaned, and another spurt of cum that had been destined for his daughter's belly instead splattered onto the carpet. He watched with wide eyes backward at his wife as the Yellow Labrador shrugged off her long dress. Beneath, nothing obscured her nakedness. Her diaper had long since laid shredded on the kitchen floor, and her blue stockings only covered her legs and thighs. She didn't seem to hesitate even a second before joining the other five in nudity, her own pink pussy, the largest in the house, quivering in the air. Bran couldn't help but notice a bit of white cream dripping down his wife's mound, proof that Karen hadn't been lying about her getting with Shaw.

Mandy knelt behind her short-statured husband, pulling him around by the cock. "Ow! Hey!" Bran grunted.

"You don't get to complain. I'm putting this thing right back_where it belongs_." With that, the forty-year-old housewife lifted her feral husband off the ground entirely by his cock. He yelped, though she only yanked him back to the position he'd just been in with his daughter, his dick bent backward as if to tie. This time, however, his tail brushed up against Mandy's large breasts. She hooked a hand around his waist, pulling him into place, and with a teeth-baring snarl, she aimed his fully-swollen cock toward her greasy vulva. Biting her lip, Mandy tugged her husband up and into her swollen pussy. He was the wheelbarrow, and her cunt suctioned him all the way up until his knot popped inside her. The small collie was no match for Shaw, which was why the larger women had no trouble taking her daughter's place in the intimate tie.

Bran stared back in disbelief, his fervent wife having all but mounted him! His ears were flat and his tail was tucked between his legs, but Mandy was already humping him like he was her own, personal fuck stick. "Mandy!"

She leaned over him as best she could, hammering her hips, "Shut up and take it, you whining, pathetic excuse for the man I married!"

With a yip, the Border Collie zipped his lips, groaning as his already sensitive dick squeezed and bucked inside the powerful woman's slicked up bulge.

"Dad! Mom!" Karen squealed, trying to pull away from the printer cart before the heavy device threatened to topple over onto her. The lab-collie mix froze, her head pinned to the ground, tail tucked, barely able to see what was going on with her one eye that wasn't pressed into the carpet. She whined and pawed at the leg of the cart that held her collar in place.

Jeroux was the first to answer her pleas for help, though. With a massive, lupine grin, the black-furred beast had no trouble pulling himself out of Sasha's quivering pussy. While he'd wanted to be the first to pump that impudent little puppy's womb full of cum, he_had_ been amused by the loving 'couple'. He'd rarely seen Bran act so in control, and it wasn't difficult to see why - Mandy had the Border Collie whipped. But the doting father was busy now, and unable to protect his daughter anymore.

Tongue lolling out of his mouth, the eighty-five pound wolf was all muscle - not quite as big as his Kuvasz buddy, but more athletic. Karen had barely handled Mick in her tailhole, notably without his knot. Jeroux wasn't going to be quite so kind to her dribbling pussy. Good for her that she'd let her forty-pound bitch of a father stretch her out, because she was going to need it.

"What a tempting display," he said, his throat rumbling.

Karen perked her up ear in his direction, barely able to glimpse the big wolf. "Uh... are you going to help me out?" she whimpered.

Resting a paw reassuringly on the small of her rump, Jeroux replied, "In a manner of speaking. I'm gonna lick you clean of your Dad's pathetic, half-finished tie, and then I'm going to fill you up good and proper. Listen to the way that weakling beta male whines underneath your mom. You don't want that taking root in your little womb."

The fluffy, black-and-white bitch struggled weakly, gasping, "I do. I love him!"

With a tsk, tsk, the powerful canine said, "Never were a good judge of character, were you?" With that, he stuffed his muzzle underneath the girl's tail, making her jump. But with her head pinned to the printer cart, her raised rump had nowhere to go, leaving her nice and exposed as Jeroux did his level best to undo the work that Bran had accomplished. He'd never liked debasing himself like this, but there was a bet to win, and if slurping up the rather small amount of seed the collie had managed to produce increased his chances, he would do it.

A huge, wet tongue engulfed her leaking pussy, and Karen trembled and squealed, trying to fight the pleasure that coursed through her heat-primed body, horrified that the breeding she'd recently gotten from Bran was ending up in this wolf's belly instead of hers. Sure, some was already spreading throughout her puppy oven, but if Jeroux got what he wanted from her, his large balls were going to prove quite the competition. She tried to use her tail to bat him away, but his insistent licks were impossible to stop. "Please..." she cried.

But Jeroux didn't stop until the salty flavor of Bran's cum was completely undetectable, replaced by the gushing arousal of the forty-pound mutt. Only then did he pull his tongue free and ask, "Please, what?"

Karen already knew enough about the cocky wolf to realize begging him to stop would be useless, so she thought quickly - "Let me loose from this, and I'll let you have me!"

Jeroux laughed. "You don't really have a say in that." Still, though, the black-furred beast lowered his head to her collar, stepping on the strap and pushing the cart up and over the edge, releasing the young bitch.

Once freed, Karen enacted her plan. She crumpled to the floor, lying on her side with her tail tucked between her legs and her front paws cradling her drool-soaked pussy. Mick took one look at that and said, "Oh, child, you'd best just come to terms with it."

While Jeroux pondered what to do with the uncooperative teenager, Mandy had sunk into the low chair, her legs spread wide, her husband's full, swollen knot rigidly poking straight out behind him, quivering inside her heat-swollen mound. She humped her hips forward, hands grabbing Bran by the hips before she slid her right hand down to his churning balls. She cupped him there, threateningly, massaging the last bit of cum he'd meant for Karen.

But she was under no illusion that the small collie's dregs could compete with Shaw's full tie. She growled at her husband, "You're gonna help me raise Shaw's pups, and you're gonna fuck me when I want it, and you are done complaining," she stated simply.

Bran, whining, looked over his shoulder at the scary Yellow Labrador Retriever. "And why would I do that?" he tried weakly.

Mandy said, "Because I'm gonna let you have that slut daughter of yours. You don't do what I say, and the judge'll give me full custody the second he finds out about your idiotic little 'crush'. And I don't want to hear anything about you sniffing after Shaw's daughters - or sons," she added, with a little squeeze on Bran's sack to emphasize her point. "They'll be 'Uncle' Shaw's to deal with as he sees fit."

Bran gulped, glancing over at his daughter cowering beneath the big wolf. He hadn't been able to protect her ass from Mick, and he wasn't going to be able to protect her womb from the wolf, either. He couldn't even stand up to his own wife! Whimpering, the Border Collie agreed, signing away most of his free will for the chance to keep at his young daughter.

Jeroux cocked his head. "Pathetic," he said, simply. He reached down and grabbed the pup less than half his size by the collar, yanking her all the way into the air by the neck. She yelped and coughed, the strap pressing against her throat. It didn't take Jeroux long to find a peg on the side of a nearby bookcase for holding coats, and, well, Karen at least was wearing a fur coat. He tucked the collar over the curved peg, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

Karen was dangling from her neck by the peg, her hind legs splayed out, barely able to touch the floor when she managed to stretch them all the way out. Her fuzzy white belly faced the wolf, exposed all the way down to where her fur fell away to a light fuzz, grey skin peeking through the white fur all the way to her swollen spade, two feet from the ground. "That'll do," Jeroux grunted, knowing exactly what part of him was about two feet off the ground.

Never mind that Karen couldn't really breathe. All the more reason for Jeroux to get up and in her, to relieve some of the pressure on her collar! He stood straight up, tail wagging, one paw on the bookshelf just above Karen, the other paw unceremoniously on the top of her head. Gasping for air, the young girl got an eyeful of the long, powerful abdomen of the full-blooded wolf, all the way down to his glistening, enormous cock, easily twice the size of her diminutive father. Sure enough, he was just the right height, the dangling, red monster pointing straight toward her drenched, bouncing vulva.

"Mno!" she whimpered. "Ai...kcokof...nnrg!"

Jeroux took a step forward, not quite standing vertically, shoving his well-used cock right up against her inexperienced cock-socket. She'd taken three dicks, but all in the last hour, and only two in the pussy. But she knew exactly where this wolf was aiming. He tried to encourage her, saying, "You're a cute little bitch - you'll make me some attractive pups."

She tried to shake her head, but the collar held her mostly in place, wheezing through her nose. She couldn't do anything to stop the black wolf as he poked his cock forward, the greasy tip poking against and into her tight, y-shaped mound. "Mno..." she managed to whine one last time, before Jeroux slammed himself forward into the unwilling little cunt.

Karen yipped as the huge shaft spread her apart in a truly unfamiliar way - both Shaw and Bran had been sized down enough that she'd been able to meet their thrusts with a strong, welcoming squeeze, but Jeroux stretched her poor pussy to the limits! Tears formed in her eyes as she coughed and sputtered, splayed out around the wolf's giant cock - a forty-pound feral wasn't meant to handle an eighty-five pound wolf. She realized just how much the hundred and ten pound Kuvasz must have reamed her poor asshole, though he'd done an admirable job slicking her up. She whimpered and spread her legs around the wolf's hips if only to slightly relieve the pressure in her loins.

At least Jeroux's forceful thrusts gave the poor mutt some relief around the neck. He pumped her upward, giving her chances to catch her breath. Her front paws, formerly tucked up against her chest, reached out to stabilize against his chest, not really pushing him away - she wasn't nearly strong enough for that. She yelped and bucked her hips, her upper body practically vertical while her rump jutted out parallel to the floor, held up entirely by the lupine's fat cock.

Mandy leaned back in her office chair, her earlier angle too hard to keep up as she started to give in to the sheer lust coursing through her brain. She wrapped her ankles around her husband's, holding him close while keep her hands free. She had a perfect view of the whining collie's curled tail, stuck firmly against her abdomen as he tried to curl it between his legs. Grinning, the larger woman reached down to shove his fluffy black tail out of the way, humping her hips up and down on the huge knot that had first formed in Karen's quivering cunny. His balls dangled on either side of his embedded hilt, and Mandy grabbed each in one hand, gently squeezing them. "These are mine, 'love'. I can feel them clenching. Go ahead, give it to me!"

Bran stared over at Karen first, ears flat and whining. He'd only just realized his true love for the slutty little mutt, but he knew who wore the pants in this family. He shivered to watch the much-more-equipped wolf slamming his adolescent daughter against a bookcase, trying and failing to push even his half-swollen knot into the lab-collie mix. Bran knew Jeroux would succeed though - he never gave up. Whimpering, Bran turned to his own situation, looking over his shoulder at the evil grin on his wife's muzzle. She was leaning back in the office chair while he tried to keep all four feet on the ground, knot-deep in her powerful pussy. The way the Yellow Lab squeezed and massaged his length made him wonder why he'd stopped trying to mate with her over the years. Of course, it was his love for Karen. But now he squeaked and humped his hips, wincing as his overstimulated cock grinded back and forth in that wet, fleshy tunnel.

"Me first," Mandy growled. "Then her. Just like the last fifteen years. If you wanna get with that bitch, you're gonna have to ask me first. Nnnng! Bran!" she yipped, the chair screeching as she rocked it back and forth. Now, the small collie was no match for her only other partner in her forty years - Shaw was bigger and had a truly exquisite piercing. Maybe she could convince Bran to get one, too? Still, after years of abstinence, it felt damn good to be in control of her husband's little dick again. She slid her paws up from his balls and rubbed her engorged spade and the part of her stomach that she knew hid his throbbing red shaft. Could the little dog's load really compete with her soaked and sopping, burbling belly, courtesy of Shaw? She hoped not, but why not give her husband at least a chance.

Whining, Bran did as he was told. Pushing back against his wife, he gave her more than just the dregs of his copulation with Karen. His balls pulsed a new, full load into his hungry wife, his third of the night. That was a new record for the collie, and his legs started to shake until he collapsed, still tied neatly to her spasming spade. She milked him for all he was worth, which, in the end, wasn't all that much. Still, Mandy panted and groaned in ecstasy.

"Ow! Ooh! Jeroux...!" Karen yelped at the end of each thrust, when her collar eased up around her throat. Her tail curled up between not only her own legs, but his, inadvertently cradling his huge, fertile balls. Staring down, she could watch as he fed that thick, fat shaft eagerly into her tender, undersized hole, his cock bulging in her belly as his knot collided with her aching pussy. Then, he pulled back and tried again, drool slathering down from his panting tongue. Warm drops landed on her forehead, eyes, and muzzle, before dribbling down the side of her face to pool in her chest fur. "Y-you're too big!" she warned him, coughing her words out as fast as she could.

She had a perfect view of her father whining pathetically as he obeyed her truly massive bitch of a mother, and it wasn't a good look. Still, she loved him, and her first complete fuck had been life-changing - in more ways that one. She hoped that that warmth spreading inside her belly was well and settled in, because another load was coming, and it was going to be a lot more forceful.

Jeroux just pounded her harder, smacking so hard he was basically punching her in the cunt which sent her thumping against the bookcase. Karen's head was spinning from lack of oxygen and the sheer force by which the wolf was taking her, whether she wanted it or not. "I'll make it fit," he growled ominously, wagging his tail.

What he meant might never become completely clear, as finally Sasha managed to tug off of Mick. Her poor, overworked spade was loose and gushing cum, but despite getting fucked every which way, dislodging the huge Kuvasz's knot was never going to be easy. Shivering, the two-legged German Shepherd crawled weakly over to Karen. The mutt watched with wide eyes as Sasha crawled beneath her, holding Karen's rump up with her knees, and her back up with her soft, large breasts. Suddenly, Jeroux's thrusts smacked her into those squishy breasts instead of the bookcase, and her collar loosened so much that it came off of the hook.

Jeroux didn't seem to mind as long as she stayed roughly where she was, and Sasha made no effort to save Karen from the nicest parts of the wolf. Karen groaned as she stayed on her back, a foot in the air, feeling like she was lying on a cloud of pillows. "Tonight," Sasha whispered in Karen's ears, "We're theirs. There's no use fighting it."

Whining, the girl nodded, and with that, her tail relaxed and she spread her legs, still biting her lip as she stared up at the vicious wolf having his way with her. "Good girl," Jeroux growled, pounding harder. His heavy balls now swung and smacked the young mutt on her rump, reminding her of the handful of times that her mom had spanked her for something. Sasha curled her arms around Karen, stabilizing her and holding her tightly in her arms with a care she'd never felt from Mandy, who'd literally thrown her to the wolves just minutes before.

But that didn't make it hurt any less when Jeroux's growing knot hammered against her outstretched cunt. She was already at her limits from the wolf's shaft! She winced and yipped with each thrust, but Jeroux only pushed harder, determined to get in. His wide grin sent even more saliva spilling down onto Karen's face, until she had to scrunch up her eyes.

"Turn your head," Sasha cooed in her ear, and, still blinded, the young girl turned toward the voice. Suddenly the shepherd's warm, smooth tongue bathed her face and muzzle, cleaning up Jeroux's drool and allowing Karen to once again open her eyes to behold the twenty-year-old woman.

"Th-thanks," she managed to stammer.

Sasha smiled. "Do you trust me?"

Karen nodded.

"Spread your legs as far as you can, okay? I'll help."

Karen nodded again, then shivered. What was she feeling? She licked the end of Sasha's nose, and then, in seconds, the shepherd's mouth was open and they were kissing, wet tongues sliding in and out together. Suddenly the rain of drool didn't seem to matter. And while the two ladies made out, Sasha slid her paws down Karen's belly toward her tender spade. Three fingers on each side, and then she spread the young dog wide, pushing against the wall to keep Karen firmly in place for Jeroux's next thrust. And his next, and his next.

But something was different. Relaxing and spreading herself past her limits gave Jeroux all the space he needed to at least make progress. He wedged himself into the girl's tight hole, no longer pulling back. His next thrust gained a few millimeters, and the next, a centimeter. Like a screwdriver, he screwed the pooch deeper and deeper until she was yelping in pain, spread out and straining around the full girth of his knot. And then, finally, the next thrust passed the point of no return, and her quivering pussy squeezed tight around the wolf's hilt, his enormous knot comfortably inflating her spade into a lewd, quivering sphere.

And not one moment too soon, as he continued to swell to his full size, leaving the forty-pound bitch with a grapefruit-sized socket for his enormous plug. Sasha said, "Yes!" in triumph, as the poor lab-collie mix successfully tied. Karen, however, could make any words, only high-pitched squeals and whines. Like her father before Jeroux, that blessed knot was thrumming up against her clit and sending waves of pleasure down her young, inexperienced body, but Jeroux was huge and the pulsing fierce. Involuntarily, she howled and bucked her hips, trying desperately to dull the intense pleasure that grinded up against the source of her pleasure, but there was no escape. She contorted and whined, her mouth open and tongue spilling sideways out. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and suddenly there was nothing and nobody in the room except for her, and Jeroux's huge fucking knot.

He wasn't going to give it up easy. Gritting his teeth, the wolf used all his willpower to ride out Karen's exultant waves of clenching lust, bucking back and forth, enjoying the extremely tight squeeze. She was really something else, and Jeroux admired Bran a little bit more for managing to make such a tight, tempting slut. He was basically wrapped up completely in her outstretched cunny, so he thrust faster, slamming her just an inch in each direction. He growled, feeling his bony tip scratching up against the small dog's cervix, and he knew that there was nowhere for his seed to flow but straight into her heat-prepped womb. Bran may have gotten first crack at her, but his tie hadn't been even half-over before he was out of his daughter, and the under-endowed male had spent much of it with room to spare in the girl's tunnel. Jeroux was confident that he was about to get the lion's share of Karen's defenseless eggs.

He howled. Karen's mind was a haze as the adult wolf she barely knew from a handful of earlier potlucks pumped his balls and unloaded right into her vulnerable womb, jet after jet of fresh wolf seed joining the small spurts her father had given her. She could _feel_her belly filling up in gurgling, warm cum, millions of sperm swimming in every direction searching for every last egg. The mixed-breed young bitch moaned incoherently, waves of pleasure echoing from the wolf's absurd knot, barely able to notice Sasha's loving, delicate hands sliding up and down her immature young teats, destined soon to grow out and swell up to feed and nourish her coming litter. Finally she found the words to moan, "Jeroux!"

Mandy, crouching over her husband and humping his backwards-facing cock like he was the bitch in the family, perked her floppy, Labrador ears and whispered in Bran's ear, "I always _told_you our daughter was just a slut..."

* * * * *

"Oh, God!" Kalli gasped, eyes transfixed on the debauchery on Shaw's T.V. screen. It was very, very different from watching porn, even though she was still just rubbing one out while watching a screen. She knew the people on the screen, she knew it was all real, she knew it was happening downstairs, and she knew the three males had yet to use a single condom with the three ladies on the screen.

Shaw didn't bother watching though, and now Kalli was leaning back, her hands clenching the sheets of Shaw's bed. She didn't need her paws anymore, because she'd kicked off her shorts and panties several minutes ago. Shaw had wedged himself neatly between the Dalmatian's legs and started lapping like he was enjoying a warm cup of cocoa on a cold winter day.

Moaning, she stared at Jeroux's clenching balls, thoroughly stuffing Bran's and Mandy's young girl. But Kalli wasn't stupid - she knew Shaw's game. She opened her legs just far enough, but was ready to squeeze them closed if he ever decided to simply hop on top of her. He was looking for an opportunity to bury that bright red cock that she knew was hidden beneath him right into her and add her to the growing list of ladies he'd bred that night.

She placed a hand on the top of Shaw's head. He was strong, but so was she, and he was smaller than she was. Still, he claimed to have taken Vi, and that had to have been by force, so Kalli didn't want to take any chances. "Nnngh, Shaw!" she whimpered, tail wagging weakly between her legs.

Shaw licked his lips. "You sure you're dating Mick? Because you're even tighter than my wife." He drank in the scent and taste of her soft, white, spotted spade, the barest hint of pink skin peeking through.

"Especially now," Kalli groaned, pointing up at the screen to indicate Sasha's well-used, gaping pussy. "I...haven't let him knot me, yet..." she whined. "Not until I'm sure he's 'the one', you know? When he proposes, and we want to start a family."

"How long have you been waiting to be sure?"

The Dalmatian bit her lower lip, squirming as she spoke to the German Shepherd. Without his tongue sliding inside of her, the horny young woman was getting restless. "Three years. But he still wants to fuck other girls, and -"

Cocking his head at her pause, Shaw asked, "You want to fuck other guys?"

She shook her head. "Not really. It was fine at first, but...I'd rather just be with him. God, I don't know why I'm telling you this..."

Shaw just smiled softly, and said, "Do you want me to stop?"

"Hell no," Kalli replied. "Mick's down there fucking every bitch that moves when he knows I'm out here practically all alone and in heat. I need a good fuck!"

Shaw moved then, and fast. With tacit approval, he leapt forward with his paws aiming for her shoulders, hoping to push her onto her back on the edge of the bed, with him neatly positioned mounted over her. She wouldn't fight back, not in her current mood!

But despite his efforts to surprise her, Kalli remained ready for this attempt, spinning out of the way and letting Shaw land instead on the bed behind her, frustrated. "No, no, no. I told you before - rubber up."

Shaw gave her his best feral shrug. "I don't have any."

Kalli rolled her eyes. Sasha had mentioned condoms specifically earlier that night. She said, "Sure you don't. Luckily, I've got one." With that, she knelt by her discarded shorts and pulled out a fresh little plastic square. "It's up to you, but if you wanna be my lover, you know on what that depends," she sang, shaking the condom questioningly.

"Don't you want to feel my piercing without all that plastic in the way?" he tried.

"Sure, but not enough to have kids. Besides, Sasha said it was pretty good even with a condom."

"Is that what you girls talk about when you're huddled together?" Shaw feigned surprise.

"Shut up and let me put it on you, Shaw."

And so he did, ears flat. He hated the humiliation of sitting there while a lady did what he simply couldn't. It was almost two minutes of pause in the action, and he started to shrink, too, which made it even harder to get the damn rubber on. But Kalli remained adamant, and finally she managed to tug the condom over him. Shaw glanced down - it fit too well, meaning she kept condoms not just for Mick, but of different sizes. That also meant that his back-up plan was less likely to work.

Because while the bar pierced through his shaft gave him a bit of extra girth, the sharp, forward facing point was there for one thing - rubber bursting. A loose fitting condom slid back and forth too much and always ended up shredded, and a tight one was pierced almost immediately. This one was like a coin flip, but that was good enough, especially if he left her wanting more!

He grinned up at the young, sexy twenty-year-old bitch as she pulled her tight top off over her head, revealing the third-largest breasts of the evening. Mandy's motherly curves certainly won, but Sasha also edged Kalli out. Still, the young Dalmatian had a nice, tight pair with which Shaw wanted to get a lot more acquainted. Shaw hadn't had much opportunity to investigate Vivi's breasts while he was so busy pinning her down and rutting her like a wild dog.

"You ready?" Shaw asked.

Climbing naked into his bed, Kalli nuzzled the German Shepherd, licked the side of his face, and said, "Hell yes" this time.

She was far too focused on the sexy, four-legged Shepherd to worry about whatever was going on on the television screen. While the male she wanted to marry prepared to take his shot with Karen, waiting patiently for Jeroux to finish, Kalli prepared herself for a fun little diversion with Shaw. Though she was devoted to the big Kuvasz, she had to admit there were some significant benefits to their open relationship!

She slid next to Shaw on her left side, he on his right. He grinned at her, putting his left paw on her shoulder before quickly sliding it down to her pert breast. He didn't have the hands that could really explore her, but she didn't have that problem. She ran her right hand through Shaw's belly fur, enjoying the way his lips parted in a soft groan when she finally reached his pride and joy, confirming that he hadn't somehow managed to slip the well-fitted condom off. Before, she hadn't been exploring the Shepherd's cock, she'd been too busy trying to wrap the latex around him. Now she appreciated his dick.

He definitely wasn't in the same league as Mick for length or girth, but he was pretty close to Jeroux's size, despite being a dozen or two pounds lighter. She slid her hand up and down the length of the rubber, licking Shaw's nose as the dog shuddered and wagged his tail. This gave her time to explore the piercing that had so caught Kalli's attention. A metal bar spanned the girth at his tip and then some, as well as jutting forward with a sharp-looking point that made him at least a half-inch longer. She would be able to feel both piercings inside her, and Sasha had promised it was a worthwhile experience. Sliding just a big further down, she could barely reach Shaw's big balls, soft and warm in her palm. She cupped him gently and kissed him.

He hesitated only for a moment before letting her tongue in with his, sloppily kissing the two-legged Dalmatian. Kalli wondered whether he'd kissed Vivi or Mandy, or if he usually saved that for his wife. But she didn't care, leaning into it with a deep French kiss while fondling Sasha's husband's balls. It was her first time with a married guy, and it sent a rush down her spine to think that this sexy Shepherd's life partner was almost directly below them, locked in the heat-irradiated orgy that was Shaw's den. She rolled his balls in her hand, knowing just how much this alpha male wanted to dump all that cum into her womb instead of the rubber.

Shaw broke their panting kisses, leaning forward toward her breasts, and Kalli propped her chest forward for him. Big, red tongue slathered her mostly-whitefurred boobs, sliding along her crevassed and curling back to engulf each nipple, one after another. Shaw thumped his tail at the twenty-year-old's soft whimpers, and then a_yip_ as he gently bit down. "Oh!" Kalli gasped, her hands protectively on Shaw's shoulders now. But she didn't push him away, arching her back to let the German Shepherd nibble ever so lightly on her pink nipples.

After making out like exultant teenagers for several minutes, Kalli had to grin when Shaw said, "Are you gonna make me wait all night?"

Bopping him on the nose, the Dalmatian rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around a pillow and lying face down on the big, soft bed. "Go on and fuck me, then, you horny devil." Her legs stretched out behind her, but she spread them slightly and lifted her tail.

Springing up, Shaw padded around behind the Dalmatian and took the sights and scents in. The curvy, adventurous college girl was staring over her shoulder at him, squeezing the pillow, her spotted tail wagging lazily above her wide ass. He'd already gotten a nice taste of that pink spade, but he grinned instinctively to see her tight fortune cookie peeking out from between her legs.

But there was a problem. "Too short," he said simply, licking his lips.

Kalli understood, grabbing the two other pillows, folding them, and sliding them between her hips and the bed. She wasn't on her knees by any means, but her rump was hiked up at least half a foot, now, and that was something Shaw could work with.

He dived in with his tongue, but only for long enough to reach down with one paw pad and tug just a centimeter on the condom. Now it would grind back and forth against the piercings, and his odds went up considerably. Now to capitalize. Shaw climbed over Mick's submissive girlfriend, ready to try his best to leave her with the perfect surprise for her Kuvasz mate.

"Oh God," Kalli shivered, as the powerful male covered her. She felt his fur brush along her tail, his warm breath on her back. He didn't reach as far forward along her body as Mick, but that didn't change the breathlessness she felt panting in anticipation. Her pussy bounced up and down, as if searching for that tip, and latching on when she finally found it. Still latex, she sighed in relief, worried that he might have tried to take it off while she wasn't looking.

"Bet or no bet," Shaw said, "I've been wanting to do this since I laid eyes on you."

"Me too..." she started to say, but he cut her off with a sharp thrust.

Tapered tip met heat-swollen spade, and what happened was only natural. More and more of Shaw's shaft sank into Kalli's tight tunnel, up and into her with a satisfying squelch. She was a bitch, made for this, and her hiked up rump bucked up and down as he fed his entire length into her. Kalli bit her lip and clenched the pillow beneath her - like with Mick, Shaw felt huge, though she knew it was because of his piercings. The coldness of the metal was a bit lost on her through the soft latex, but her little cunny stretched apart to handle both ends of the metal bar. Like most dogs, Shaw was wider in the middle, but the bar was even wider, blazing a path inside the Dalmatian that had her gaping pussy slowly retract over the rest of his cock, leaving her comfortably full. "No knot," she whined.

Shaw was happy to oblige - the more he could thrust, the more likely the condom would fail. He was all but assured a nice, warm load sinking deep into the young woman's defenseless womb now! Grunting, the shepherd started slow at first, stroke after stroke leaving Kalli panting and whining on the bed. It was gloriously impersonal, just a horny dog humping her proudly presented rump, while the rest of Kalli clinged to the bed. Shaw could practically_feel_ how little Kalli cared about him as a person. He was just a fat cock whose only purpose was to quell the heat in her belly. Well, he had plans to make that quelling last quite a bit longer!

Kalli bit the pillow now, to quell her cries of lust as Shaw went to town on her, but the bed squeaked loudly with each thrust. They could surely hear that in the den, right? She blushed at the thought. She whined and pushed back against Shaw's long, practiced thrusts, groaning as his entire length burrowed into her before he dragged it out of her, the piercing digging into her tunnel with each stroke. "Oh...Shaw...you feel huge!" she whined. Sasha was absolutely right about the Prince Albert. It was out of this world! She'd have to ask Mick to get one...

Shaw grinned. He realized now that he could outdo Mick completely. She didn't want knots, but Shaw didn't need to. He could drive this bitch into a mindblowing orgasm unlike anything she'd felt before with just a little extra attention. He slid all the way out of her, then lined his tip up against with her wet, shuddering spade.

"Shaw?" she gasped.

He said, "Better take a deep breath."

When she did, he pushed just his tip inside her. Piercings and all, the widest part of him wrapped tightly in her clenching spade. Normally, this was where the knot would go, but Shaw knew exactly where Kalli's clit was hidden inside that fat spade. With a little skill, he guided his rubbered piercings right up against the center of her pleasure, the point poking and shoving her clit aside before the wide bar rolled over her.

Kalli wailed, her tail held firmly to the side now as she humped up and down. No wagging, just sheer, unadulterated pleasure. But Shaw didn't stop there. He took short, sharp thrusts, grinding his tip against her clit until she was whining and drooling into the pillow she was shredding with her teeth. Shaw did like to knot his bitches, and it felt bad that he was swelling out to full size almost half-a-foot outside her, but he had to take pride in smashing her so completely.

"Nnnngrrah! Shaw!" she squeaked, her pink spade throbbing around his decked out dick. "I can't hold on -"

The German Shepherd quivered there just a moment longer, until he was sure she was right on the edge, all but certain the condom was in tatters. His free-spirited little bitch was about to shudder helplessly around his faucet, but there was no plug in the drain. Reaching down to grab Kalli's scruff in his teeth, the devious dog slammed forward as hard as he could, burying the sharp, metal tip all the way up against her heat-primed cervix. His knot smacked against her puffy lips, staying just outside, but the way his piercing dragged along the sides of her tunnel made Kalli lift her head back and howl as she came harder than she ever had before.

She'd be so lost in ecstasy, she wouldn't even notice before it was way too late. With a grunt, he poked forward and held himself deep, balls churning as he erupted inside the Dalmatian, getting Mick back for the thorough breeding he'd done to Sasha. With three, heavy spurts, the overworked Shepherd had to grin as he felt the backsplatter erupt out of her trembling cookie, splashing her hips and his in what could only be thick, sticky cum, proof that the condom was doing nothing to contain his open hose.

"Aaaah!" she wailed, pushing back against him and clenching hard around his spurting shaft. Her ears were flat and her eyes rolled back in her head as she convulsed around him, his metal tip grinding firmly against her innermost wall. But despite her exultant orgasm, she opened her eyes at the sheer wetness drenching her inner thighs. "What -?" she asked.

Letting go of her neck, Shaw said, "Oh, did I forget to mention condoms don't always hold up to my piercing? Looks like it's my lucky day."

"What!?" she said again, for a very different reason. Even moaning and gasping for breath, Kalli still reached with both hands down between her legs, confirming just how drenched her hindquarters had become. She yipped, "Shaw! Nnnngh! You fucking asshole!"

"Good idea," he replied. "We can try that next if you prefer. Sorry, girl! I could pull out, but it's way too late..."

Growling, she whined, "No, don't... God damn it, Shaw!" Her complaints were quelled as she went almost immediately back to gyrating her hips in sharp circles, tugging Shaw's firm cock up and down as she trembled and quivered. Her rhythmic gasps and panting was peppered with sharp yelps of shuddering bliss, even though she knew very well that this hedonistic one-night stand was going to mean a lot more than a fun little evening for her. "Guess you're gonna win that bet after all," she whimpered like an exhausted puppy.

Shaw grinned, squeezing his tired balls again and again. "Easiest hundred bucks I ever won."

She whined. "A hundred bucks? All this for a hundred bucks!?"

"The money is just the cherry on top," he grinned lewdly, licking the side of Kalli's face.

She was too tired out from the best orgasm of her young life to complain, panting into the shredded pillow beneath her. Shaw stayed on her presented rump, unable to turn around without pulling out of her, and he wanted to get every last drop inside her while she was unable to fight it.

"Two for three?" the voice came from the bedroom door.

Kalli turned to stare, wide-eyed, at Vivi, her face reddening. She redoubled her blush when she saw that Vivi was similarly naked, leaning against the door frame with her hips jutting out. Shaw hadn't been lying about getting with the she-wolf! "How long have you been there?" she whined.

"Just a minute or two."

Shaw glanced back at his first conquest and said, "Three for three, and all of you 'expecting'."

"Mandy too?" the wolf replied, impressed.

With a grin, Shaw pulled out of Kalli, intentionally giving the powerful lupine a perfect view of the slutty Dalmatian's throbbing, pink spade. With a nervous, exhausted gasp, Kalli rolled over onto her back, saying, "Alright...what's the damage?"

But all three sets of eyes beheld an astonishingly clean, bouncing spade. Kalli reached down to cup her mound, but there was no sticky cream...at all. Together, they stared over at Shaw's cock, and even the German Shepherd had to drop his jaw in surprise - the condom was intact, a large bubble of roiling cum contained perfectly at his tip. Kalli could hardly believe it, relief washing over her. "But I felt it!" she yipped. "I swear, I was dripping in cum!"

Shaw flattened his ears, his hackles raised in annoyance. "Cum, yes, but it wasn't mine. It was all you."

Kalli shivered. Mick had never made her squirt like that. Her thighs (and his) were still damp. "Jesus! Now I know first hand what Sasha sees in you!" Vivi nodded begrudgingly.

Groaning, Shaw said, "I don't suppose you'll give me another chance?"

"Oh, Shaw - not on your fucking_life_."