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"Ah!"

"God!"

"Fuck!"

Your groans, swears, and grimaces echo throughout the nearly empty house. The TV off, gentle hum of the AC, all is quiet except for you and the panting of a horny dog and the slap of furry, feral hips meeting equally furry, anthro rear. Not for long though, as what started out thin, bony, and barely bigger than one of your dad's fingers that he barely prepared you with, started growing as soon as Boris found his mark and shoved it in sheath deep in a single thrust.

And with getting dicked down by the family dog while your dad watches, comes the knot. The knot that's already swelling up, popping in and out while the dog ruts your sloppy behind. Your face in the carpet trying not to drool, the only thing holding you up being the dog on your back with his front legs locked around your hips in standard canine breeding fashion.

"Mmmf, god, dad, he's knotting me. Holy fuck he's knotting meeeee," you trail off as with a few more feral, jackhammering thrusts Boris' knot swells up too big to pop back out anymore. Not for a lack of trying though, you keep letting out more squeals and swears as he settles into a nice tie with his owner's own son, while said owner watches on.

"Fuck, son. He's stuck in there deep ain't he?" your dad laughs, "Hope mom doesn't get home before he's out. Still need yer old man's dick in ya don'tcha?"

He crouches down in front of you, waving his sheath around in your face. Still mostly dormant, though with a big pink tip peaking out like lipstick. You know from experience it gets bigger than that, much bigger. Growing into a big mass of pale, purple, and red veined canine meat, just like the one speared a better part of a foot in your guts. "Yeah, you need your daddy in ya too. Great thing Boris is lubin' ya up for me, huh?" the old man continues to tease.

Understatment of the year right there. This dog's shooting so much of that watery, plentiful cum in your guts you'd be surprised if he didn't get you pregnant. He's definitely trying. Maybe he gets that from your dad?

Speaking of, "Y-yeah, dad- FUCK!" you cut yourself off as the dog knot deep in you tries to dismount, wanting to seed his bitch properly rear-to-rear. You dad just chuckles and helps him along, lifting his leg up and over til his dog's ass-to-ass wth his own kid. "Goddamn, kiddo. He's really breedin' ya now. You like that?"

"Ohhhh, fuck. Yeah. He's so goddamn big, dad."

"Yeah? He a big dog? 'Cause that's a dog ya got in ya right now, son. Got his fat fuckin' doggy dick in your guts."

"Mmmh, yeah... I got a dog breeding me, dad. A fucking animal. And you're letting it happen."

"Hey, I know a good dogslut when I see one. Shoulda cleared yer browser history." Right, your browser history. You don't want to thnk about how dumb it was to just search for, ahem, material on this sorta matter out in the open like that. "Woulda started you years ago had I known you were interested."

Your dad brings his sheath closer, applying the tip to your lips like the afformentioned lipstick. "I think you should start suckin' though. He ain't coming out of you for another half hour and you got me so pent up I thought about stickin' it in with 'em.

You peel back your dad's sheath with your lips, unsheathing it into your maw. His son's maw, your brain adds. Not only are you on all fours with a dog, an actual animal, driven by instinct to breed his bitch, you're servicing your own father. Sticking your nose in his thick pubic fur, letting his canine dick continue to throb and grow on your tongue before it reaches the back of your throat, almost choking you on the thin strings of precum he's spraying your tonsils down with. It's surprising how similar dogs are, feral or not. You start to pull back, overwhelmed.

"Hold it," he warns before putting a paw on the back of your head, keeping you steady while guiding you back down his length. You got one dog dick spurting string after string of dog cum in one end, attached to a happy panting rottweiler, while another equally as fat dog dick begins pressing down your throat. "Gawd, just like that son. Open yer throat up for yer daddy. My dick might be swimmin' in some doggy jizz later but I think you should still lube me up best ya can."

Inch by inch, your dad works himself down your throat. You almost forgot the dog lodged in your rear as you can feel your neck bulge around his length. His sheath pops back, uncovering the knot, before he humps forward and sinks that between your lips too. You're struggling, valuing your air supply over your dad's pleasure, but he doesn't relent and soon your dad's knot is growing in your maw, the slight pressure of your teeth seemingly only serving to make him moan.

"Who says Boris should get all the knotty fun, huh?"

Unluckily, as he finishes that question you both hear the loud thunk of a car door being shut.