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"How do you play snugglebug?"

Robert glanced down at two of the four-legged guests of the sleepover. He certainly hadn't wanted to get stuck watching the thirteen-year-old feral girls. Not when he was much more interested in the _sixteen-year-old_girls with arms and breasts and make-up and a willingness to take risks.

"You're too young to play," he suggested, though this caused the Brittany and Weimaraner to drop their ears.

"No, we're not!" Melissa growled, her long, red-speckled white fur bouncing as she stamped her four feet. "Your mom said we'd only play games for all of us."

Robert shook his head. "This isn't a game for everyone. Only a few people can play, anyway, and you'd rather watch a movie anyway."

The grey-furred Jane said, "Tell us how it works at least."

Robert rolled his eyes. The Golden Retriever couldn't exactly admit to the thirteen-year-olds that the game was just a poor excuse for horny teens to sneak off and 'snuggle'. He said, "A couple of people volunteer to be snugglebugs, and they run off and hide somewhere in the house."

"So it's like multi-person hide-and-seek?" Melissa cocked her head.

"Kind of," Kirby chimed in. The husky was Robert's best friend, and he knew quite well that Robert was hoping to get some alone time with Sydney, the poodle. Kirby explained, "But only certain people choose to be seekers. And when you find a snugglebug, you have to join them in the hiding spot - and snuggle."

"How do you win?" Melissa wondered.

Andre spoke next. The only male feral at the party, he'd been invited by proxy by Robert's mother, just like Melissa and Jane. The woman couldn't keep her nose out of other peoples' business, and she was always trying to include four-leggers in everything that Robert did. To desegregate, she said, but the teenaged Golden Retriever didn't care. Andre, a Beauceron, looked like a smaller version of a Doberman, but he was in the same class as Robert and Kirby. He glanced over at the two kids and said, "The fewer people find you."

Robert shrugged. That was good enough. No one would go looking for the girls, and they'd assume they'd won, while the older kids were off kissing.

Melissa was as forward as ever, stating on no uncertain terms, "I volunteer to be snugglebug!"

"Me too," laughed Sydney's friend, Uwe. Robert wouldn't have minded snuggling up with Uwe, either, the slender-legged Australian Cattle Dog having chosen a particular skimpy tank-top for this sleepover.

"And me," Sydney added, glancing meaningfully at her almost-boyfriend. Robert's return smile made it pretty clear that he was ready to find her and take their flirting to the next level.

Kirby said, "That's three of seven - can't have anymore snugglebugs. Alright, you three, go hide. We'll pick the seekers and come after you!"

Giggling, the two sixteen-year-olds quickly ran off to explore the large house, while the Brittany ran a different way, clearly not intending to get caught. Robert turned to the remaining four guests. "Well, who volunteers to seek? I'm gonna find Sydney."

Kirby shook his head. "That's not how it works. You don't get to pick who you're seeking."

Robert sighed, knowing that the game's rules were completely arbitrary. "Sure, whatever," he said. "I'm a seeker."

Kirby said, "Me too." Obviously he was hoping to get a crack at Uwe.

Together, the two young adults looked at the two ferals, Andre and Jane. Robert said, "You guys don't have to..."

"I will," Andre said, simply.

Kirby paused. "But Melissa's only..."

"Who said I was looking for Melissa?" the feral grinned, making the other boys' ears droop.

Kirby said, "But - well," he said, defeated by his own argument, "I guess that's how the game works."

Robert didn't know what he would do if some four-legged dog tried to kiss his Sydney! And he could only imagine what Uwe would do. But it was a bit late to stop him from at least trying.

Jane looked from each boy to the other, realizing finally what this game was _really_about. She said, "But then who is going to search for Melissa?"

Robert just shrugged.

The Weimaraner huffed, "Fine - I'll go find her. You boys are disgusting."

Kirby couldn't help but chant, "Jane and Melissa...sitting in a tree...f-u-c..."

Jane rolled her eyes and padded off out the door. Let them think whatever they wanted. They didn't know she'd really had a crush on her best friend for years. Now she just had to find her.

* * * * *

Robert had a pretty good idea where he'd find Sydney. He'd often dropped hints about the upstairs attic, and it was also the perfect place to cut Andre out of the picture. The Beauceron could hardly climb the ladder! He doubted Kirby would really try to find Sydney, so he'd leave his friend to race Andre to find Uwe. Knowing the house the best, he took the back stairs up to the second floor, heading down the hallway, ears perked for any sounds. He didn't catch anything, but sure enough, the ladder to the attic was down.

Sydney could have pulled it back up behind her, but she wanted to be found. Grinning, the Golden Retriever climbed the ladder two-steps at a time, whispering, "Found ya!" when he got to the top.

But it wasn't Sydney. There, in skimpy shorts and a tank-top, lay Uwe, her mottled blue-and-orange fur framing her bare, white midriff. She looked surprised to see Robert. "Whoa!" she gasped. "Why aren't you in your bedroom?"

He paused. "I thought Sydney'd be..."

Uwe shook her head. "She thought for sure you'd head straight there."

Looking chagrined, Robert said, "Oops." He took a single step down the ladder.

"Where are you going?" she asked. "You found me."

Robert paused. Was she suggesting what he thought she was? He looked over at the slender sixteen-year-old. "Yeah, but..."

Uwe shook her head. "You know the rules of snugglebug."

Gulping, the Golden Retriever stepped into the attic, pulling the ladder up behind him. "You've got me there." When she opened her arms, he climbed over her, nose-to-nose, hardly believing what he was doing. He'd love to have said Sydney was the last thing on his mind, but he was acutely aware of just how wrong this was from the first kiss. Cheating on his almost-girlfriend with her best friend?

Kissing quickly turned to fondling, and Robert found himself dry humping against Uwe in the attic, his heart thumping. He of course knew Uwe well, but he'd never expected her to so readily betray her best friend. Or expected himself to betray her, for that matter. By now, someone else might have found Sydney anyway, and they were probably awkwardly cuddling. Kirby, maybe? Hopefully not Andre.

There was nothing awkward about what the Golden Retriever was doing to the sexy Australian Cattle Dog, though. He had a paw up under her tank top, grasping her left breast as they shared yet another long, heavy kiss. He could feel her spade squishing against his tented shorts as they humped against each other. Uwe had had her arms around Robert, but now she curled one between the two of them and slid an inch into his shorts.

He yipped, "What would Sydney think if she saw this..."

Uwe grinned and pushed up on Robert's chest, flipping him over onto his back with surprising strength. She straddled his thighs, her hands working the button of his shorts, as she replied, "She'd kill me."

Robert watched with wide eyes as the buxom babe undid the button of his shorts, pulling them down so that his bulge was quite visible through his undies. A wet spot had appeared at the tip of his dick, but this only seemed to excite Uwe more. Groaning, she lifted herself up just enough to remove her own shorts and tank top, her bare breasts bouncing. But Robert's eyes were on the tight outline of her vulva throbbing through her blue panties. He gasped, "She doesn't have to know."

Uwe beamed down at the yellow-furred male, and lowered herself onto him. Their underwear was the only thing separating their loins as she rode his cock, clothed mound squeezing up and down his shaft. They were basically doing it! The girl said, "You and me will just be our little secret."

Robert drooled, realizing she was leaving the door open for them to do this again...and again. His heart raced. He could date Sydney and hump her best friend? He'd never felt so lucky. She leaned over him, and soon his paws were on each of her budding breasts, while she spun her hips in tight circles, her dampness soaking through both layers of underwear to slick up his dick. "W-what about Kirby?" he gasped.

Uwe groaned, "I still like Kirby, but it's you I want to...fuck," she whispered in his ear, making the Golden Retriever whimper. "Friends with benefits, right?"

Robert groaned, "Fffuck?"

"No romance, Robert," she growled. "Just raw, carnal sex."

He glanced down at the joining of their still-hidden genitals, and said, "You mean..."

Laughing, she sat up, tossing her mottled hair back and said, "Yes. Fuck me." With that, she pulled her panties to the side, letting her puffy spade pop out into the open, swollen and trembling.

Robert's throat went dry. "As you wish," he stammered.

* * * * *

Jane sniffed, trying to follow her friend's scent. But it was getting all mixed up today. The Brittany had been smelling different for several days now, a sure sign of the girl's heat. But Jane herself was starting her cycle, and it was screwing up her tracking. She had a pretty good headstart on the others, so she just sniffed for the strongest heat scent she could find that wasn't her own, and it led her straight to a bedroom door covered in stickers. There was a name at the top: Robert.

Would Melissa have dared hide in a sixteen-year-old boy's room? Maybe she thought no one would check there. Jane was grateful that the handle wasn't a knob, and turned it with a paw, before padding in, eyes adjusting to the darkness. There was someone in here, and she had white fur.Melissa.

But when the Weimaraner closed the door behind her and said, "I found you..." it wasn't her friend's face that peered out from the bed, but_Sydney's_.

"Jane? You're seeking?"

Gulping, the young dog said, "We all decided to."

The poodle was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her plaid pajama bottoms mostly hiding her ample hips, but her t-shirt was tied around her chest with a ribbon in a much more revealing way. Sydney said, "I thought since all the snugglebugs were girls, you'd...oh," she trailed off, gazing down at the thirteen-year-old.

Jane blushed madly, her tail tucking between her legs. If only she'd reacted less - now she'd just as well have confirmed Sydney's suspicion. "It's not like that - I was just trying to find Melissa."

"You like her, don't you?" the curly-furred teenager replied. Jane realized that Sydney was more than just her pretty looks. She was pretty perceptive, too.

"Well...yeah," the Weimaraner admitted.

Sydney patted Robert's bed, near where she sat. "Come on up," the sixteen-year-old requested, exhibiting honest empathy toward the confused younger girl. After hesitating a moment, Jane decided to hop up onto the bed alongside Sydney, who continued, "Does she know?"

Jane shook her head fervently.

"Is she...?"

Jane blushed again, and then one more time as Sydney petted her with her near paw, running through the short, grey fur on her neck and back. "I don't think so..."

The cute poodle glanced down at the middle schooler, remembering her own relationship dramas. She knew how hard it could be. "Do you really think_snugglebug_ is the best way to try to bring that up? I mean, have you even, like, done anything?"

The dog yipped, "No!" before added, softer, "Not with anyone else anyway. But I know how it works."

"Even between two girls?" Sydney probed, wrapping her arm around the Weimaraner and petting her furry thigh.

"Well, no," Jane admitted. The sex ed classes that all ferals had had way back in 2nd grade when they first started getting their heats had been so fixated on how to not get pregnant that they'd been...pretty heteronormative. "It's not really different, is it? Aside from,ahem, the ending?"

Sydney giggled, trying to relax the young four-legger. "If you're gonna impress Melissa, you're gonna need to know a lot more than just kissing."

Jane gasped. "Like what?"

With that, the sixteen-year-old took a deep breath and slid her hand from the Weimaraner's thigh to beneath her tail. Sydney's heart was pounding at the risk she was taking as she searched and quickly found the tight, turgid grey petals, cupping Jane's spade in one palm. The younger girl's eyes widened in shock, her ears perking up. She let out a high-pitched whimper, and then met Sydney's gaze.

"What are you doing?" the girl yelped, though she didn't make a move to get up or pull away.

Emboldened, Sydney gently squeezed Jane's underage spade, pressing up between her legs. "Teaching you."

Jane shivered, her heat-swollen mound electrified by the older girl's touch. "W-what if Robert walks in?" she gasped.

Sydney just shrugged and said, "He'll just see us snuggling. That's the game, right?"

The young Weimaraner shivered, but nodded. She was panting now as the two-legger gently kneaded her pussy. The poodle had blown past most of Jane's firsts, considering the pup hadn't yet kissed anyone. After several seconds with her new tutor, the thirteen-year-old whimpered and said, "But I can't...do that." To emphasize her point, she placed a clumsy paw on Sydney's thigh.

"You can do something like it. Try it," the poodle gasped, biting her lower lip. With her free hand, she wriggled up her butt and pulled down her pajama bottoms, though she left her tight panties on. The red cloth bulged outward, revealing her own teenaged heat. Jane could see almost every contour, despite the girl's pussy being hidden beneath a thin layer of cloth.

Gingerly, while Sydney panted and continue to massage the Weimaraner's bare vulva, Jane curled her paw over to push down against the poodle's spade, eliciting and encouraging groan from the sixteen-year-old. "You like that?" Jane asked.

Sydney shivered, ears flat. She spread her legs and arched her hips to grind against the younger girl's paw, panting, "Yeah." She'd experimented with Uwe before, but nothing quite as far as what she did next - she pushed two fingers into the young feral, her tight, wet cunt gripping down on the digits.

Jane moaned, tail wagging, but she pushed vainly against Sydney's mound and said, "I can't do that."

If she'd been thinking straight, Sydney would never have leaned back and lowered her panties, revealing her quivering folds. But the two girls gave in fully to their heats now - who needed Robert? She gasped, "Your tongue..."

A simple request and one that Jane could fill. Climbing onto Sydney's thigh, she hiked up her own rump for the poodle's inquisitive fingers, and lowered her slender muzzle, approaching Sydney's throbbing vulva from above and the side. Her tongue was more than agile enough, however, to curl around and engulf the musky organ, and Sydney tossed her head back, moaning, each girl simultaneously exploring each other in full view of the closed bedroom door.

Sydney moaned again, sliding her free hand up to her blouse and throwing off her shirt, before reaching back to undo her bra, cupping and rubbing herself as that heavenly wet tongue plunged into her slick lips, guzzling greedily. Her fingers couldn't possibly compete, and it took all her willpower to pull Jane's head up from her vulva and pull the Weimaraner up into a warm embrace. Sydney kissed her now, muzzle tilted as she tasted her own juices on Jane's tongue, the young feral sitting in the older girl's lap so that their twin, wet pussies grinded against each other.

"Oh, Jane," Sydney whimpered, lying backward with the younger dog and laying her on her side so that they were face to face, kissing again. The poodle lifted her leg and curled it over Jane, mashing her spade again against the inexperienced teen, both tails wagging off the edge of the bed.

Their entangled loins were most readily visible when the bedroom door burst open, startling both girls out of their lustful stupor.

Four eyes stared at the bedroom door, but it wasn't Robert they saw. It was Andre, and he had walked in on a perfect view of the two ladies side-by-side on the bed, their legs lifted and their bare, fertile pussies entwined together. The feral Beauceron kicked the door closed and licked his lips, causing the thirteen-year-old to yelp.

Sydney said, "This isn't what it looks like..." her face flushed.

Andre said, "It looks like you two know how to play snugglebug. Now we can all play."

Sydney shared an urgent glance with her thirteen-year-old fling, and then they both looked back at the four-legged male. "You don't have to..." the poodle whispered to Jane.

"B-but that's how you play snugglebug," she whispered back.

Uncertain, Sydney turned back to Andre. She didn't know him well, though he was in one of her classes. He'd only been invited to the party because of Robert's mom. It would kill the Golden Retriever if he knew she'd been messing around with another guy. But Jane was right - she couldn't really back out of the game now. That said, snuggling only had to go so far. "O-okay," she whined, realizing how dirty they must look together.

Andre smiled and padded up to the edge of the bed, where their raised tails waited, and he took a deep breath, his warm breath washing over both girls' genitals. "Let me up between you," he requested, and the ladies parted, side-by-side on their backs. He was suddenly standing over the two of them, tucking his paws in the few crevasses between them. "You think you're a lesbian?" he asked down to Jane.

The poodle watched, naked and shivering, staring up at the striking form of the black-and-caramel male, his muscular body sloping upward to reveal a big, firm sheath, just a bit of pink peeking through. When Jane nodded, he said, "When I'm through with you, you'll know you're bi."

"Now wait a -" Sydney protested.

But Jane cut her off. "I-it's okay," she said, her voice quavering. The older male scooched toward her and opened his mouth, and soon he was kissing the young girl, every bit as fiercely as the two girl's had kissed. The Weimaraner placed a paw on his shoulder, and he snuck a paw to her belly, gently rubbing her obvious teats as best he could without fingers.

Sydney couldn't help but feel left out, and she squirmed up next to the two, inserting her own muzzle into the mix. Like that, the three were rubbing their tongues all over each other, a sloppy three-way tongue wrestle that had the girls' heads swimming. With a grin, he broke the kiss and said, "Let's get those pussies back together, shall we?"

Whining, Jane did just that, spreading her legs and arching her back until her spade nestled neatly with Sydney's. The poodle gasped, wondering how far her heat was going to take her. She would never have dreamed she'd allow something like that, and she was sure the timid thirteen-year-old was even more surprised. Spinning in place, Andre stood between the two ladies, showing off his shiny, black rear, his docked tail wagging. Both girls ogled his massive equipment, from his dangling black balls to his growing cock. They were so distracted that didn't notice was he was doing until they felt his warm tongue engulf their mounds in a very different sort of three-way kiss.

Both girls moaned as Andre managed to eat them both out, sometimes forced to alternatively slam his tongue deep into one of their spasming cunnies. Curly and smooth tails wagged furiously as older and younger girls whined in complete submission. But it was Sydney who firsted returned the favor, reaching up with both hands to grab Andre's rump and pull him down a foot, resting his big balls on her muzzle, her cold nose rubbing up against his musky shaft. Jane whined and joined her from the side, and the two girls lapped eagerly at Andre's throbbing dick, his scent washing all over their faces.

"Sadly," he groaned, "I can't fuck you both at the same time."

Sydney yelped, and pulled her tongue away, not ready for that. "We never agreed to anything like that!"

But Jane just whined and rolled onto her belly, even as the Beauceron walked in a tight circle to crawl around behind her. The young Weimaraner glanced back at Andre and whimpered, fear flashing across her eyes, and Sydney knew that the thirteen-year-old wasn't ready for this at all. Besides which, she almost surely wasn't on the pill, considering her inclinations. Still, the eighth grader took one look at the hunger in Andre's eyes and she shoved her stub-tail to the side.

"Speak for yourself," the black dog grinned at this relatively clear sign of non-verbal consent. "Because it looks like Jane's ready for a litter of mutts."

Sydney froze, looking from one dog to the other, knowing it was wrong but not knowing what to do. Right in front of her, she watched the virgin Weimaraner whine as the big Beauceron climbed onto her back, and Sydney knew Andre was ready to make good on his promise.

But what could she do?

* * * * *

Kirby hit a dead end without finding any of the three girls. Of course he was looking for Uwe, but he still paused at the door to Robert's bedroom. He could hear voices inside, and didn't want to interrupt the two lovebirds. He could certainly have used the rules of snugglebug to try to insert himself into the pile, but he doubted Robert or Sydney would really appreciate that.

He climbed the stairs to the top floor, nose sniffing, when the husky caught a scent. Was it Uwe? As a two-legger, his sense of smell wasn't all that strong, but even so he could smell the bitter smell on the air. Was she in heat? He rushed past the attic entrance, following his nose. The odor grew stronger the closer he got, and the sixteen-year-old found himself heading downstairs, and then into the new wing of the house that Robert's mom had added on the theory that the house would have greater resale value with a rentable unit. She never rented it out, and Kirby somewhat doubted they'd ever actually sell the house, but that meant an entire extra apartment was hanging off the side of the house.

He paused. Uwe wouldn't have gone in there. She knew the apartment was generally off-limits. Sydney was with Robert in his room. That meant...

Damn it! He was sniffing down Melissa. Not only was the Brittany thirteen, she was a feral, and she was a stuck up little eighth grader without the sense to skip a sleepover that wasn't meant for her. What a waste! He'd have to backtrack and try to find where Uwe was hiding before Andre did. Why couldn't the Beauceron have followed Melissa? Kirby imagined his four-legged classmate, whom he barely knew, slinking into the apartment and setting the uppity bitch straight. Perhaps he could find Andre and tell him where to go...

But why did it have to be Andre? Kirby paused at the door to the add-on. Those were the rules to snugglebug, after all. He'd found the thirteen-year-old, so it was his resposibility to "snuggle" her. Taking a deep breath, Kirby opened the door. The apartment was dark, but the smell was intense. Stepping inside, he closed the door and turned the lock, darkly realizing that Melissa's paws wouldn't be able to work the mechanism.

He stalked through the kitchen, peering through the darkness now that his nose was overwhelmed. The only other door in this expansion was to the bathroom, so he assumed she was inside. She couldn't lock that, either. Hand trembling, the husky grabbed the handle and opened it, revealing a dark, empty bathroom, but the wave of scent confirmed it. The eighth grader was definitely hiding inside. He flipped on the light, tore open the bathtub curtain, and found the red-and-white spotted bitch whining in the corner.

"Ah, dang it!" she yelped. "You found me!"

Kirby grinned, his teeth showing. "You haven't lost yet. I'll do my best to make sure we tie. You've hidden pretty well, so I don't think anyone else will find us."

The clueless feral seemed to take heart in that idea. "Now what?" she asked.

"We snuggle. Come on, if they make it to the apartment, they'll find us anyway - we might as well snuggle someplace comfortable."

Melissa saw the sense in that. "Where?"

"Not much here except the bed," he suggested, leaving the bathroom.

The girl followed, hopping up onto the bed as Kirby sat at the edge. "Do you think anyone's found the other girls?"

Kirby held a finger to his lips. "I don't think so," he lied. "Come on, the snuggling's the best part."

The Brittany didn't seem convinced. "I'd rather have won." She huffed, curling up into a ball on the bed, against Kirby's thigh.

The husky was wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt. He scratched behind Melissa's curly-furred, floppy red ears. "You like that?" he asked.

She'd always hated scratching her head, forced to use her back legs, so she'd learn to just ignore the itches, but Kirby's fingers did feel good. She picked up her head and pressed against his soothing nails. "It's not bad. How'd you even find me?" she complained.

Kirby grinned and petted the thirteen-year-old down her back. "Your scent. I know - I'm not exactly a Bloodhound, but I could follow you all the way from the second floor."

"That's not fair," she moped. Melissa blushed beneath her fur, wondering if the sixteen-year-old boy knew why she smelled like she did. Hopefully not!

Kirby reached down to lift off his shirt and toss it beside the bed. "In a way you're lucky."

The four-legger looked up at him. "What are you doing? How am I lucky?"

"Snugglebug isn't really about hide-and-seek at all. It's really just an excuse to snuggle with the boy or girl that you like. I was looking for Uwe, but I'll settle for you. If I hadn't followed your scent, you'd be hiding off alone while everyone else was off kissing. Now you've got me."

Melissa's eyes widened, finally realizing what had been going on. Her throat went dry and she tucked her tail between her legs, suddenly burning up. Snuggling? Kissing? She wasn't ready for any of that. She wasn't even interested in any of that stuff. She was acutely aware that Kirby'd just taken off his shirt, realizing what he was planning to do. Yipping, she said, "N-no thanks, Kirby! I...I think I'll just -"

"Come on, you know the rules to snugglebug," he goaded. Before she could hop down, he swept the fifty pound dog up in both paws, grabbing her by the forelegs before uncurling her onto her back on the bed - beneath him.

"Hey!" she gasped, kicking her hind legs, trying to push the large husky off of her.

He collapsed on top of her, nose-to-nose, all four legs pinned beneath the sixteen-year-old. He was more than three times heavier than she was! With a muzzle-splitting grin, Kirby forcibly nuzzled the shocked little girl, then met her eyes again to say, "You volunteered to be snugglebug. Now you gotta snuggle."

"But I -" she started to say, but Kirby interrupted her with a deep french kiss. He jammed his tongue down her throat, his broad, heavy chest still pinning her to the bed. She was helpless but to lie there, her muffled protests inaudible as he explored her mouth. She could feel his saliva mingling with hers as her tongue fought uselessly against his.

He pulled his tongue out with a loud plop! and said, "Imagine what the other eighth-graders will say when you can brag about making out with a_junior_."

"BUT I -" she started again, only for him to ram his tongue into her again. Tears filled her eyes as Kirby forced himself on her. Worse, he tilted to one side, sliding a heavy paw down the Brittany's white-furred belly, rubbing up and down her little, nubile nipples. She kicked and struggled again, but he barely felt it.

"You know, you're a pretty good kisser," he panted, while she gasped for air. "Never pegged myself as a feral fu-" he stopped himself short, and said, "I mean, I always thought of myself as a boob guy. But I guess I like legs, too."

Recovering her breath, Melissa gasped, "Don't..."

Kirby rolled his eyes. "You're the one who wanted to play a game for grown-up kids. If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the bedroom. I_found you, _I get to snuggle."

"This isn't snuggling!" she whined, once again trying to squirm away.

The husky just grinned down at the young dog. "Is...this snuggling?" he asked, sliding his paw further down her belly, bumping against her pert little teats, sliding to one side enough to free one of her hind legs.

"No! Stop groping my nipples!" she whimpered. She kicked her one free leg, her tail still trapped beneath his body.

"You got it, Melissa," he said, biting his lip as he considered just what he was planning to do. He almost hesitated, but then he knew he might not go through with it. "Is this snuggling?" he asked again, and cupped the helpless teenager's fat vulva. She dropped her jaw, her swollen spade quivering at his touch.

She was suddenly speechless, the horny boy's palm pressing against her turgid folds. No one except her doctor had ever touched her there, and Melissa could feel the tears coming once more. But there was something else, something she hated even more. The warm pressure of his hand felt_good_. If her tail hadn't been pinned, she would have shoved it to the side. She whimpered, unable to answer his rather basic question.

"I guess it is," he concluded nastily, pressing his lips to hers once again for another forced kiss. Melissa coughed, but Kirby penetrated her anyway, with tongue and fingers. Bringing his thumb and three fingers together in the middle of her triangle, he spread the poor pup apart, probing her cute cunny.

She groaned some words, but he couldn't understand her through his eager kisses as he kept it up, imagining how lucky she was to be getting attention from a hot two-legger like him. Her wet grip on his fingers tightened the more he pushed up and into her, her free leg dangling in circles in the air. Despite himself, he began to grind his hips against her, though his cock was tented painfully in his jean shorts and poking against her rump.

Melissa clenched her eyes shut, trying to imagine she was anywhere but here, held down so effortlessly by the big teenager as he raped her. She'd had many heats in her life, but they'd never affected her like most of the other girls. She got hot and bothered, but never got touchy-feely, and she didn't start talking about the boys in the class. Or the girls, for that matter. She was just a kid. But Kirby wasn't taking 'no' for an answer, and now the Brittany found herself just a toy for the older boy to play with. She was overwhelmed, fighting both his tongue and his fingers, but her tongue was no match, and her pussy could only clench down around him. She was his to do with as he pleased.

And her pussy wasn't cooperating! For the first time in her life, she felt her heat in a different way, the poking digits shoving her wide open and making her groan. Her tail continued to betray her, muscles pulling it to the side, and suddenly she found herself bucking her hips and squeezing wetly around the boy's four fingers. He took this as encouragement, and pushed deeper with only two, and she squeezed down like a vice around him, humping weakly.

He pulled his tongue out and said, "Fuck...you really like that, don't you?"

"No... huff, pant, I d-don't!"

"Oh yeah?" he asked. "Then stop humping like a little slut." He pushed in until both his fingers sank in to the knuckles, and he wiggled them inside her. Try as she might, she couldn't stop herself from moaning and thrusting, despite the tears matting the fur beneath her eyes. "Thought so," he grinned.

Kirby had her all figured out. He lifted himself up and over her, making sure to hold her down with one paw on her chest. She kicked at him and pressed her hind paws against his stomach, trying to dislodge him futilely. "Look," he said, and they both gazed down the two-foot gap between them. Sure enough, though her claws were digging into him, her floofy tail was totally free, and held firmly to the side, leaving her bouncing, dripping spade open and vulnerable. "Looks like you want to do a bit more than snuggling."

The air rushed from her lungs, a pit deep in her stomach. "N-no..." she yelped. "You wouldn't!"

He would. With his free hand, he ignored the squealing protests of the Brittany below him and undid the button of his jeans, lowering his shorts and underwear at the same time. Melissa stared in disbelief as the older teen revealed himself to her, his bright red cock glistening in the dim light of the apartment. His creamy grey tail wagged furiously behind him. "Ordinarily I wouldn't," he smiled, though it never reached his eyes. "But you're the snugglebug and you look absolutely fit to be tied."

As he lowered himself into her greedy, eager snatch, Melissa tossed her head back and screamed.