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Dog shows were pretty boring when you were the dog, it turned out. And a little cold. Mishka had to rely entirely on sound to know what was going on around her. She heard the footsteps of what she hoped were the judges, working down the line one by one. Standing there totally naked, holding a silly pose made her sometimes reflect on what she even thought she was doing. The prize money promised to make it all worth it. Not to mention the kickstart it would give her on all her modelling career plans. Her ears perked up when someone stopped in front of her, and she awaited their assessment.

There was a lot of touching involved. First it was a matter of running fingers along her bare coat. Someone ran a comb through it to test just how smooth it was. Of course it got right through without a single knot. She'd made sure it was perfect before showing up there. The same process had people tugging at strands of her hair, stroking along them just to feel how smooth and silky they were. Mostly they just muttered to each other, speaking in numbers and terms she didn't quite recognize. She hoped that meant she was doing a good job.

Then things got a little more handsy. She wasn't surprised. Everything was very clinical and far from arousing, the way they so blatantly groped her tits, or squeezed down along the outline of her hips and thighs. Someone took a double handful of her ass - or was that two different hands? It was honestly hard to tell. Being totally blind didn't help of course, but she usually managed to figure out what was going around her despite that. Maybe she was just overwhelmed by all the attention. Even if it did make her wag her tail a little.

"Perfect coat ..."

"Excellent shape."

"Supple all over."

"Think the boss will like her? Seems his type."

"Shh."

"I think we're ready to make a decision. Got the ribbon?"

Mishka couldn't help a smile at what she heard. Someone gave her a slap on the ass that made her yelp in surprise at first, but her wagging only got more enthusiastic when she realized what it was. Reaching back, she touched a big, presumably blue ribbon they'd pinned to her fur.

"Did I win?"

"Congratulations, girl. What was the name again?"

"Mishka!" She wasn't sure why she shouted it.

"Huh. Sounds familiar."

"This way please, Mishka. Do you need help walking?"

"No, I'm fine!" She wiggled excitedly and finally stopped posing. "Do I need my clothes?"

"For the afterparty? Definitely not."

She followed the sound of the judges' footsteps, still just glowing with delight that she won so quickly. The other contestants shuffled away, disappointed, but she couldn't think about them at the moment. She was ready to claim her prize. Just because she was new to these kinds of contests didn't mean she was naive. When she stepped through a door into some sort of back room, and immediately caught the rich, slightly raunchy scent of a bunch of big, horny guys, she wasn't shocked at the scandal. She was wet.

A quick sniff around the room gave her a good idea of who was waiting for her there. A distinct scaly scent tipped her off to the presence of the massive crocodile. He had to be one of the biggest guys there. She could feel his size radiating somehow as he grinned lecherously from across the room, unbeknownst to her. The musk of a big, well-muscled hyena made her mouth water a little. It filled her sensitive nose and made her want more even as her eyes began to water. Yet for his presence, he was far from the smelliest one in the room. That honour was reserved for someone with a curiously familiar scent of wolf, booze, and cigars.

"Really? That's who you bring me?" There was a cold silence in the room for a moment before he started chuckling. "Guess I can't fault you for your good taste. I made that, you know."

She knew that voice. He made his way over and put a hand on her shoulder to give her a fond squeeze as she squeaked out her question of a greeting.

"Daddy?"

"Hi baby. Good job winning the contest. Real proud of you." He ran his hands up and down her sides, tracing the silhouette of her naked curves while she stood there basking in him. "Been a bit. Guess we'll just have to make up for lost time."

"Ohhh, but ..." she began, but she thought about it. Maybe she was supposed to object to it, but she couldn't think of a single reason to complain.

He was even more generous with touching her than the judges had been. She blushed hard enough to start a blaze when he slipped up behind her and let her lean against his firm gut. Those pretty cheeks only got hotter when he took one of her tits in each hand, squeezing them so firmly she couldn't help but whimper out. She squirmed, she quivered, but her pussy was already trembling hard enough to leave her absolutely drenching herself in lust.

"Wasn't planning on fucking my own daughter today, but hell, I take a look at that award-winning ass and I can hardly help myself. Anyone judging?"

He left the air open for a reply and got none. Mishka stood there for him, tentatively wiggling while he gingerly took that ribbon off her for safekeeping, only to give her a nice, hard slap on the butt firm enough to send a jiggle up to her tits. She yelped, he chuckled, and pulled her all the closer. She was barely balanced on the tips of her toes in his clutches, breathing him a little deeper with every breath. It was an altogether familiar scent to her nose, but never one she'd huffed in quite the same context. Every time she inhaled she felt herself growing a little more unhinged. Her jaw grew slightly more slack, her tongue flopped a little more out of her mouth, and she made sure to make the best needy doggy noises when he started stroking her between the thighs.

A yip, a whimper, a wet panting sound came with her big, musky dad fingering along the utterly slathered folds of her pussy. He was thorough, taking his time skimming that digit along her lips before he found her clit and gave it a firm knead with the very tip of his finger. She lifted her legs off the ground and kicked out in the air with a little gasp, just struggling to handle how good that felt. It only got better when he pushed inside of her, tenderly stroking in and out for a nice, slow fingerfuck. That alone was enough to leave him soaked to the knuckle in the juices pouring from her.

"That's fucking tight. You really never found a nice boy? Kids these days really got no taste anymore, do they?"

Mishka just shrugged and found her voice at last. "Guess they just weren't man enough."

That made Hunter laugh. "Heh. Brat. Well, I'll give you all the man you ever needed, babygirl. I can tell how much you want me."

He brought his wet finger to his lips and made sure she could hear him slurping it clean. All he needed was the grip of a single arm wrapped around her chest to support her entire weight. Clutching her by the wrists to pull her arms over her head just left her all the more exposed, dangling there like a piece of meat. He ran his tongue along the crook between her neck and shoulder, then nibbled there too. His breath blew hotly over her neck as he drooled on her, faintly gnawing, pulling her up until he could let her slide right down onto the tip of her cock. All it took was the first prod, not even close to penetrating her, to make her scream.

"Nnnnh, I ...!"

"Not so bratty anymore. Try not to make too much damn noise. Might get someone running who's not quite so open-minded as my boys."

Hunter wiggled her around, trying to find his spot, inelegantly humping at her thigh or her belly with the effort. Every stroke and thrust spread her juices all over his cock as he went gliding across her pussy lips, or just covered her fur in the spurts of his precum that sank deep down to her skin. She was as good as marked, and she was only soaking up more of his masculine essence the longer she pressed close to him like that. He was panting on her with that steamy, boozy breath, drooling on her, sweating on her. Eventually he got impatient and just grabbed her with one hand under each of her thighs, lifting those legs right up so she could put her pussy on full offer to her big, horny dad.

"Gimme that ..." he said, barely above a mutter.

Mishka ended up with her paws near her face by the time he was done folding her in half just to get at her pristine cunt. One more wet gloss along the surface, and he finally found his mark, snug between her quivering lips, slowly sinking forth. A stiff canine cock was everything she was ever made for, and she spread out for him without so much as a complaint. Maybe a whimper or two. He buried that twitching spire inside of his tender daughter one inch at a time, and he wasn't stopping. Hunter never paused, never gave her even a moment to adjust to just how much fat dog dick he was stuffing inside her virgin sex at once. She was just going to have to adjust, in her dripping, clenching, leg-quivering way.

"Ooooooo ..." she moaned, sounding almost ghostly as she shook in his arms, pulsing around his shaft.

"That's my girl." He gave her a wet lick on the back of the neck that was as affectionate a kiss as she was going to get when he was that worked up. "Not planning on pulling out. Just so you know."

"Nnn, but ..." She tried to protest, but it just wasn't coming. Finding her words was difficult with his dick throbbing inside of her, setting her to inner trembles and flexes of pleasure without so much as a single thrust.

"Yeah. I know. Don't care. Pussy feels too good."

He gave her his first thrust and let that shockwave run through her entire body. She shut her shrouded eyes as tightly as she could and let whatever sounds she had left to give spill out of her mouth. One mere movement of her muscle-gutted father was all it took to drive her to the brink. She was curling her toes, beating her tail against his thigh, and getting even wetter. Her pussy kneaded on his dick so hard she probably could have milked him if he just held still, but he wasn't about to be that restrained.

A growl that started deep in his chest rose up to his throat, rumbling through his clenched teeth as he had his way with her. One good, deep stroke, and then another left Mishka's world turned upside down. Taking it slow but strong meant he could really drag out the sloppy, succulent slurping sounds that came with driving his hefty dick into a flooded, soaking wet doggy pussy. He pushed until she could feel the kiss of his knot wedged up against her folds. Mashing that against her a few times just to test how much he'd ruined and loosened her already, he eventually relented. If he wasn't going to tie with her then he was just going to have to use that for blunt, ramming force.

There was a whole waterfall of lust running down over Hunter's juicy nuts once he really got going with her. Mishka couldn't even pretend to keep quiet anymore. She didn't care who heard her. She woofed and whimpered and sometimes simply shrieked all throughout the process of getting plowed good and deep. The pleasure coursed up and down her legs until she could barely feel her paws. She reached down to clutch her own tits and squeeze hard, just to hold them relatively still. Hunter was rutting her hard enough to bounce her bust wildly, along with her thighs and ass, wobbling under the sheer force of him slamming into her like a puffing, heaving steam engine.

Through sound and sensation alone, she could perfectly picture the image of her dad's dick pumping into her again and again. Faster, deeper, and ever wetter he went, spurting a hefty dose of precum straight into her womb. She could already feel a strange tingle that went along with it, as if she was already getting bred from the first few drops alone. Just having that mess leaking inside of her was already filling her in all manner of ways. She was getting tighter on him, but that didn't slow him down. The involuntary flexes of her muscles soon took over her entire body, working him, gripping him, squeezing him dry of all the pre he could possibly give her as he thumped towards the end goal. Neither of them were remotely hesitant about going all the way.

"That's my good girl. Cum for daddy. I feel you shaking. Go ahead. No need to hold back."

His grip shifted upwards, hooking behind her knees just to stretch her out all the more, and get that one more half-inch pounding in on every thrust. He fucked her, slammed her, pleasured her with his veiny wolf cock. Her eyes were watering until there were tears dripping down her cheeks. Her tongue was all the way out, dripping on her bust. She couldn't help drooling dumbly when she was getting everything she ever dreamed of from her big, strong dad. Her body bounced up and down on his dick when he threw everything he had into those last thrusts, those long, lunging strokes that stuffed her until her belly bulged with the outline of his cock. All it took was one little slip, one little spark inside her and it all came crashing down at once.

The sound of her squirting was nearly as loud as her own breathy cries. She couldn't scream anymore. Not when she was contracting rapidfire on big dad Hunter's dick, squeezing down harder than ever. A stream of girldog cum arced up from her devastated pussy and splashed on the floor, but no matter how tight she got, he never stopped fucking. It wasn't until he was buried inside her, all but knot-deep, balls smacking against her heart-shaped ass that his growls finally broke. Instead, he gave one long, deep grunt of pleasure once ecstasy seized him and made him dump his load, bare, unprotected, in his pretty showdog daughter's womb.

She felt the heat first of all. The rush of hot cum flooding her sent her into a prolonged state of ecstasy that was like cumming for even longer. Then there came the swelling weight of holding that much cum inside her at once. She was bloating for him, sloshing around as his personal cum vessel, his condom. His cock just kept pulsing inside of her, working out another shot, another, another. She could feel his balls flexing and working until they were utterly drained. Only then did he finally relax his grip with a steamy puff over the back of her ears. He held her a little longer, dick still wedged inside of her, leaking the last of his load, whispering to her.

"That's my girl."

Only then did he let his cock begin to soften and slowly schlurk its way out of her creamed cunt. He left her utterly splattering her surroundings when she was uncorked, letting off the pressure in her belly and womb in one great, messy release. It felt like she was cumming all over again, but that was just the rush of splashing out all of Hunter's seed. She dangled there a little longer, panting hard, until he finally set her back down on her paws. Or he tried to, at least. She instantly fell to her knees before him when she failed to stand without his assistance. That worked fine for him.

Jabbing that sex-slathered shaft in her face to first smear their combined mess across her cheeks, he eventually found his way to her lips. Pushing partly into her mouth overwhelmed her with the intense flavour of his half-hard cock and clinging layer of cum. She almost choked at first, only to find herself falling into a steady rhythm of slutty service. He didn't even have to ask her to lick it clean. That just came naturally to her.

"Get it good and spotless, now. I know you love this fuckin' thing."

She worked him over as thoroughly as she could, rising up on her shaky knees just to take even more of his taste into her senses. Her eyes watered all the more and her nose twitched at the overpowering scent of horny dog. There was so much to lap up, but she swallowed it all down, gulp by gulp, whenever her mouth was full. From the top of his cock down to the bulb of his knot, then onto his balls she went. She tried to suck on those, but they were too big to get her mouth around. She slipped and slopped around them, stretching her jaw, lapping away, and got no further.

There was still a little more mess for her to lick. She worked up to the base of her father's gut, then down to his muscled thighs just to make sure she got every single drop. It meant swallowing a whole lot of cum, but she had plenty of room. Her tongue was a little numb by the time she was done - both in sensation and taste. Kneeling there, slathered in everything she could get from Hunter, stinking of wolf cock and cum alike, she was hardly the dolled up dog show champion she'd been. All her hard work had been undone by one good, sloppy fuck, and now she had her big dad's seed swimming inside of her, ready to take and give her a pup. If not a whole litter.

"Guess that'll have to do for now. You want her?" Hunter nudged her with a foot, nodding to the other guys in the room.

"Looks a little broken to me." Mishka wasn't sure but she thought that was the hyena talking. She knew she was right when she heard the next voice, and the distinct croc rumble to go with it.

"Doesn't mean we can't break her harder."

"Be nice. She's my girl, you know." Then Hunter chuckled. "Or nice as you can be, anyway. I'll be back. Keep her conscious."

Mishka was still tingling with the forbidden sensation of getting bred by her father. That would have been more than enough to satisfy her. Yet even as she struggled to catch her breath, she felt the inward flex of her pussy, ready for more, ready for anything. She could barely so much as crawl across the floor towards them, but she still wanted more. Her tail was up, her creamed pussy was wet, and she was happy to sample the new scents wafting off the total strangers. They mingled nicely with all the canine musk already soaking into her. She could hardly remember what she naturally smelled like anymore. It had been overwritten, and that was just going to get worse. She loved that.

The hyena took her by the shoulders and helped her to her feet, which meant supporting her entire weight in his powerful hands.

"Good to meet ya, Mishka. Not who I thought I'd be fucking tonight, but if the boss doesn't mind, neither do I. I'm Seth, that mean motherfucker there is Xerxes."

He gestured at first, only to snicker to himself when he realized she couldn't see it. Waving a hand in front of her face to confirm what was obvious just put an even more wicked grin on his face. It probably would have been pretty frightening with all those thick hyena teeth on display if she knew it was there. He was just going to have to let his actions speak for him. Reaching forth and snatching a handful of her hair made her whimper at first, but it didn't make her pussy clench any less when he dragged her over by that harsh grip.

Mishka swiftly found herself smothered deep in sweaty hyena crotch. She got her nose buried in the light tuft of darker fur all around the base of his cock, left to soak up a whole day's exertion. Had he been working out or was he just naturally that musky? She nearly choked at first, but dragged in that overpowering masculine essence with every little huff and gasp. It didn't take her long to start obediently sniffing. She didn't stop, even when she was snurfing herself stupid on pure hyena, eyelids fluttering shut, drool flowing freely from her outstretched tongue. Moving on to licking just came naturally.

She started at his fur, but worked up to his cock, then down to his nuts. Those deserved a thorough slobbering. She made them jiggle and tense under all her attention until she could slide down and get as much of them in her mouth at once. She had to settle on sucking one at a time, warmly kneading until there was a stream of saliva dripping down her chin from the sheer excess of drooling his potent taste made her do. There was no getting enough. She slipped and slopped and sucked until the hyena tugged at her hair a little harder just to guide her. He snickered in Xerxes' direction.

"Oh, she is eager. Let's get that tongue on my dick. Really tidy it up before I make a mess out of your throat, got it?"

The croc meanwhile smouldered with his own desire, but he was content to watch in silence a little longer. Mishka could feel him staring at her. His whole presence made her a little scared, but she had a hyena cock to deal with. There was plenty of pent up perspiration and general musk clinging to the dark flesh, and she took to lapping it all up no matter how numb it might have made her tongue. Swirling around and getting under the loose skin to really clean behind the plumply pulsing cockhead really overwhelmed her palate, but a slight cough was all she showed of it. She got that cock about as clean as it could possibly get all covered in spit like that, and her reward was to get her head snatched in a two-handed grip and a wet dick rammed right down her throat.

He didn't waste a second letting her adjust to it. Of course she gagged on it, frantically pawing at Seth's hips at first. Only when she stopped her muffled yelping and choking did she finally settle down. A deep sigh and she did her best to suck on that big fat hyena dick while it bobbed in and out of her bulging gullet. Sometimes she still pushed at him just to try to get a little breathing room, and his response was to fuck her face even harder. He jammed into her muzzle until his balls were thudding her lower lip, and just held himself there while her mmmmfs grew increasingly more desperate.

Only when she was wavering and shuddering concerningly did he pull out and let her cough up a whole mess of stirred up throat slop. She wheezed and whimpered as she knelt there, clutched too tight to fall to her hands and knees. Her arms hung loosely at her sides. She struggled for breath, and yet the moment she was relatively stable, she was the one who went back for more. She dragged her tongue along his tip, then curled it under his cock to point it right towards the back of her throat all over again.

With one hand dug deep into her hair, fingers pressed to the roots, and another on the back of her head, Seth shoved in again and made her glurk on that musk-soaked dick until she was beating her tail against the floor with the effort to keep from choking on it again. She wanted to be a good girl and do a good job, no matter how sloppy and noisy it was sucking him off. The sound of him starting to huff, snort, and even cackle in pleasure was all the encouragement she needed to overcome that burning feeling in her lungs. She was going to let him fuck his face and fill her belly, even if it meant there were tears streaming down her cheeks with the effort.

Swallowing heavy globs of precum made her throat feel all thoroughly coated in his taste. His thrusts were grinding deep into her tongue, marking her, staining her with his masculine flavour. It felt like she was never going to wash that taste out of her mouth. And she was going to get even more. She could feel his cock swelling, could hear him puffing with delight while he fucked her face to a finish. His thrusts were steady at first, but they grew more uncontrolled, slower, harder, somehow even deeper. He lunged forth and grabbed her head hard, squeezing her skull as he rammed his cock as far down her throat as it could reach. All she could do was swallow.

Thick, hot cum shot straight down to her belly. She barely had to gulp it. It welled up in her throat within seconds, but the hyena just kept cumming inside her, holding her in place as she limply flopped back and forth, focusing purely on chugging all that spunk. She couldn't think about anything else or she was going to choke. Especially when he looped a leg over her shoulder and squeezed her between his thighs, just to ram her full of hyena jizz all the harder. Her belly was full and heavy, her throat was overflowing, and jets of musky mess poured from her lips and nose alike by the time he was done with her.

She turned into a living hose when he wrenched that cock out of her mouth. Collapsing onto all fours before him, she hacked up an alarming amount of cum in violent coughs. It still felt good somehow. She loved crawling there in the puddle of cream, shakily regaining her ability to breathe. Even afterwards, she was still panting, still drooling, adding that much more to the mess all around her. She had hyena scent clinging to seemingly every inch of her body even when he wasn't touching her anymore, and she was only going to get more musked up the more they used her.

"Looked like you were gonna break her for a second there. Pass her here. I'll finish the job."

Every word the croc said resonated through Mishka's entire body. She couldn't really get up on her own, so Seth just had to pick her up. That meant dwelling close to him once more, weakly snuffling at his scent, until she had a whole new musk to contend with. The scaly, leathery scent wafting off the heft crocodile tantalized her partly numbed senses to make sure she stayed nice and wet. The hyena all but tossed her into his arms, but he caught her easily. She'd never felt so weightless as then, easily plucked up and manipulated by the massive strength of the reptile who had his hands all over her. He pulled her close to his gut and let her feel the rumbles inside him.

She was surprised at just how hot he was. Wasn't he supposed to be cold-blooded or something? He was radiating heat like a dragon, and he was sweating too. She got hit with a wave of his natural scent hard enough to recoil, but she wasn't getting away from it. Wrapping her up in a meaty headlock let him shove her precious face right under one of his arms. She got deeply nestled into one of the croc's pits and that was there she was going to stay until she'd earned her release. Sniffing was a start, licking was a little better.

Mishka didn't question anything anymore, and she didn't hesitate. She was busy worshipping the croc pit on offer without so much as needing a word of suggestion. Or command. Xerxes' heft and muscle alone was persuasive enough anyway. She lapped and tended to him until he pulled her out, leaving her to pant in his face. He huffed in hers. His breath steamed her up all the more, and turned her on too. She was drenching, dripping wet by the time he introduced her to the hefty girth of his condom-wrapped cock. Clutching her harshly by the ass let him plant him down on his dick the same way he might have used a sleeve toy.

"Not taking any chances."

Just because it was covered didn't make his cock any less stimulating to her. He pushed it inside, holding her close against his harshly scaled body, digging his thumbs into her asscheeks. Eventually he just pushed her up against a wall and slammed her there hard enough to briefly knock the air out of her lungs. She recovered well enough with a little whimper, and then kept right on whimpering as that fat croc cock spread her right out. It was just so wide, pushing her lips apart, delving inside of her, squeezing out all her juices right along with some of the leftover cum Hunter had left inside of her. Now and then she gave a little cough and drooled up more of Seth's spunk too, but that didn't dissuade the horny croc from taking her for himself.

God, the nuts on that man. She felt them thud against her ass even before he was fully buried inside of her. Those swinging grapefruits gave her a hefty plap every time he pushed a little deeper. He was faster than his size implied, too. Not long after he was jammed inside of her, stretching her a little more with every throb, and he was already thudding hard, fucking fast, giving her a proper ramming all over again. Mishka didn't know if she could handle any more pleasure, even as her body started instantly seizing up with the ecstasy rising in her veins.

Slick, sloppy sex rang out all throughout the room. The scent of their protected mating was clinging to the walls as much as her. She didn't know how long that condom was going to last when he was pumping her like that. Or the wall. Or her spine. She got slammed flat by his scaly bulk, rutted until she could hardly feel her legs, and all she could do was toss her head back and grope around over his scales for something to hold onto. His shoulders were too spiky to be comfortable, so she ended up grabbing him by the snout instead. Maybe that would keep him from snapping at her if she got him mad somehow.

Xerxes didn't seem to mind. She could feel his breath puffing through his nostrils as she gripped him by the jaws just to brace herself a little. It didn't help a lot, but it kept her relatively steady for the brutal cunt-stuffing she got from him. Just his nuts spanking her over and over like that was making her ass sore. His cock drove towards her womb and bulged her trim belly, jiggling around the cum sloshing around inside of her. She barely had anything left for a moan anymore. Little yips were going to have to do.

The room shook under the force of the croc fucking her halfway through the wall. She was pretty sure she felt something giving out when he thumped her especially hard, like the whole building was going to come down under all that force. All she could do was cling onto him - at least until he hit her right in the perfect spot, fucked her just where she needed it. She'd never felt a buildup of pleasure that fast. From squirming on his cock, she transitioned to frantically kicking, thrusting into him, grinding on that place, that spot until she was clenching up around him, working until she was giving a scream and a squirt for the big scaly beast all at once. In all her playing with herself, in all her fun with her toys, she'd never felt anything like that.

Her arms fell by her side once the pleasure finished washing over her. Xerxes grunted, then he growled. He gave a haphazard swing of his huge tail that sent a chair flying across the room. That didn't distract him. Pinning the dog girl in place with his gut, he fucked her pussy numb and her mind dumb. She drooled for him, tongue flopping all around with the force of his thrusts rolling through her body. There was no holding onto anything, no bracing herself. Even as she was still leaking all over his cock, she gushed again for him when she felt that condom swelling with all the croc cum that came so dangerously close to shooting inside of her.

Xerxes filled the latex until it was bulged to the brink of bursting. He still had more to give, but he wrenched his cock out of her before he bred her and pulled that heavy, sagging condom off. He needed one hand to hold onto it so he could stroke his shaft and finish off all over her. Mishka got splashed from belly, to tits, to face in pure croc cum. She was thoroughly doused dwelling deep in the swamp-heat of his presence, tasting him in the air, and she was about to get even more of his taste.

"Drink up, bitch."

The way Xerxes rumbled it hardly even sounded like an insult. He spoke it like a fact as he pulled that used condom up to her face, all drenched in her juices and filled with his spunk. Tipping it over into her open, panting mouth caught her by slight surprise, but Mishka adjusted swiftly enough. She guzzled at it when it didn't just slop down and splash over her bust, drenching her even deeper, soaking her tongue even more richly with musky flavour. She wasn't sure whose was stronger. Or tastier. She just did her best to clean that condom right out, even sticking her tongue inside to lap up the last traces along with the taste of the croc's dick.

When the croc took his weight off her, she stuck to the wall a few moments longer before sliding down onto her ass with a wet thud. Cum poured down her front side. They could have left her there and she probably would have passed out for the night. She could hear them pacing, could smell them looming, could hear the slick sound of their fingers gliding up and down their wet cocks. Seth's voice came first.

"Fuck it. I wanna get her pregnant too. You want her mouth? She sure doesn't suck like a virgin."

"Yup."

They took her by the wrists and dragged her to her feet. She flopped over into their clutches, but there was plenty of strength to support her. When they bent her over, her toes barely touched the ground, but the grip on her hips kept her from toppling over. She felt a bare hyena cock, still smeared up in cum and spit, prodding at her pussy. He wasn't wearing a condom, and she didn't care. Neither was the croc anymore. She got her face planted in his gut at first, but eventually he found her muzzle, rubbing a lipstick layer of precum all over her before just pushing past her slightest resistance. Mishka felt like she was getting better at this already. She sucked her way down to the base of that cock without even gagging, no matter how much it strained her jaw just to fit it all inside.

Maybe the snort that escaped Xerxes was approval. She liked to think she was a good girl doing a good job. She sucked until her lips were numb, and after that she just let him fuck her face slowly, deeply, firmly. The hyena took his time penetrating her, as if pondering if he was really going to do it. Once he sank in and bottomed out, balls-deep in her pre-creamed pussy, he gave more of a sigh than a moan. He needed it as much as she did. She could feel the way he was pulsing. He was stiffer than when he took her mouth. She was going to get rutted.

It didn't take them long to work their way into a spine-folding spitroast, suspending her between the two of them by the strength of their dicks alone. They barely even had to hold onto her to keep her where they wanted her. She felt herself getting bounced back and forth like a tennis ball, bashed between their muscled bodies, brutalized and bruised, and she loved it all. They were ruining her, and she wanted to be their knocked up, ruined slut. Nothing else was ever going to satisfy her. She was a breeding whore for big strong daddies, and she wanted their cum inside her no matter how much they'd already given her.

Her womb was absolutely aching for the hyena's seed once he was plunging her in sleek, sloppy strokes of his cock. She swallowed the croc's cock the whole time, breathing in tiny gasps between his long, heavy thrusts. Their pace didn't quite match, which meant sometimes they alternated thrusts, sometimes they slammed together and strained her under the force of two hard slams at once. She was drooping, faltering, and yet she was still squeezing and swallowing, kneading their fat cocks with her pussy and throat alike.

She fell into a haze, a broken, mindless state where time passed so much differently. All she knew were the sensations all around her. Every taste, every touch, every sniff of mixed up musk left her delving deeper into blankness. Her body still knew how to respond even if she didn't have a single thought left in her head. She wasn't considering what it meant to get knocked up by her dad - nor whether she cared if a total stranger of a hyena filled her up. She wanted it all. Every feeling, every climax, every drop of spunk she could milk from them. It all told her what a good girl she was.

The rush of getting flooded all over again left her gulping and squirting all at once. She chugged croc spunk just as hard as she sprayed her juices all over the hyena fucking her cunt. Her constant kneading grip made Seth go off again, and she instantly felt better getting that fire inside doused by his womb-bloating load. He didn't back out half way. He committed, making sure his balls were rammed right up against her quivering pussy lips for as long as he still had cum to give her. Only when they stopped flexing out that belly-burdening load and the pretty doggy was absolutely knocked up again, this time with half-hyenas, did he slip and slop back out of her trembling lips. He didn't stay outside of her for long.

Mishka swallowed the rest of everything Xerxes had on offer without even flinching. It didn't matter that those croc nuts milked out enough cum to leave her aching and groaning around his shaft with the strain of holding it all inside of her. She wasn't going to get any mercy, and she wasn't going to ask for it either. Though she was slumping and flopping around in their grasp, she still gave weak little kicks of her legs when they picked her up and squeezed them between their bodies. She had a heavy, scaled gut against her front, and a washboard set of abs and solid pecs against her back. They were already prodding and humping for their spots.

"Might as well. Gonna feel dumb if she's having everyone's kids but mine."

Mishka didn't have anything to say about Xerxes' statement. She wasn't sure how she was going to fit them both at once, until Seth found another hole. Even in her slumped, defeated, exhausted state she still had energy enough to give a sharp cry when the hyena pushed his dick in her ass. The stretching and spreading was a lot easier to manage thanks to just how slick his cock was. He eased into her with relative care. Much more than the croc gave her at least. Once Xerxes found his spot, nestled with his bare shaft pointed between her tender petals, he rammed inside and left her lurching and jerking about in his overpowering grasp.

It didn't take them long to go so deep inside of her they probably didn't even have to hold her up with their hands anymore. They bottomed out, balls-deep, slapping, plapping, pumping. The meaty slaps of her getting used from both sides at once left her shaking, left her blank and drooling at the growling croc fucking her pussy full. She fell into such a stupor that she wasn't sure where the time had gone anymore. One thrust was blending into another. She tumbled forth into the scaly arms of the croc, then flopped back into the hyena's clutches. Back and forth she went, enduring, taking everything they had to give her, getting fucked so numb and dumb she didn't remember how to whimper.

She couldn't even tell pleasure from pain anymore. They were rutting her, smacking her, squeezing her, stretching her, but none of it mattered. Her body trembled around them, milking them, kneading them, welcoming them deeper and deeper inside of her for as long as it took. Either seconds passed or entire minutes. She couldn't tell anymore. There was heat, there was sound, and there was ecstasy. She wasn't sure when she was cumming and when she was just edging. It all felt so good, so hot, so sweaty, so messy, and it left her even fuller than ever before when they drained their nuts in her ass and pussy alike, all at once.

"I think we fucked her up a little." The hyena just cackled at the sight of her face, and just how much she was drooling.

"She can handle it. Boss will be back soon."

When she was a wretched, drenched, devastated thing, they let her go. She didn't get much of a chance to rest. Hunter wasn't much longer, strolling back in to see what they'd done to his precious daughter. By his snort of amusement, he didn't mind. There Mishka was, all but plastered to the wall in sweat and cum, leaking from every hole, sometimes coughing up another glob of spunk, and he didn't even comment. Instead, he just came strolling right up and hovered over her, wearing a grin she could feel.

"Look at you. Been such a good girl for my buddies, I bet. Let's make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

He didn't bother to pick her up. Taking her by the wrist allowed him to drag her along, trailing cum from her stretched, loosened, leaking holes. He brought her across the room and through a back door, where there was a small bathroom. She streaked across the tiles until she found herself resting up against something that smelled like some kind of cleaner. Hunter more or less just tossed her into the big urinal and left her there, drooling in front of him, unable to move. Or think. Or care that she couldn't do either of those.

The big, musky mutt pulled his sheath out, letting the tip of his softened shaft point right down towards his shattered daughter. He defiled her just a little more by taking a long, hot piss all over her. All her pretty, award-winning fur was already thoroughly ruined by all the sweaty running and cumming on her, but she got drenched down to the very skin in daddy's scent by the time he was done covering her with that steaming liquid splashing her. He got it on her tits, on her well-bred cunt, and when she wasn't careful to seal her lips, right into her open mouth. She swallowed it, to his audible amusement.

"Ooh, liked that more than I thought, didn't you? Well we got lots more. Get in here, boys. Give the girl some refreshment."

He wasn't even done before two sets of heavy footsteps approached and two more streams joined the first. When Hunter tapered off, the others kept on going, hitting every single detail, every single inch of her fur. She was left in a puddle, seated there, slowly sinking down into the mess they were making of her as if melting. Her hair was floating in the piss at the bottom of the urinal, and her belly was nearly as full of it as it was of cum. Someone turned her over - she couldn't tell who anymore - and just dunked her into what hadn't already soaked into her fur. She drank some more of it without even needing to be told.

"Hate to say it boss, but I think your daughter's a piss-drinking slut." There came that distinct cackle again.

"Hey." Hunter growled. "That's my piss-drinking slut you're talking about. And she's going to be a good breeding bitch too, isn't she? We've got so much more fun to have, Mishka. Just wait until I get you home."

They didn't bother to pick her up just yet. She was left to steam and marinate in the mess they'd made of her. Poor Mishka was going to smell like sweaty dick, jizz, and piss for a long time. There was no showering off that deep of a mark easily. Not to mention the taste that was lingering on her tongue. She was inundated with their sleazy spice, and despite everything they'd done to her, just breathing was enough to tempt her to reach down and finger her pussy a little more. If she could have moved, she might have gone for it, but she was just going to have to stew in the aftermath for a little longer. Knocked up, broken, unable to walk or even lift her head much, she gasped her way back to something resembling steady, but she was never going to be the same. She was the best show dog anyone could ask for, and her prize had been so much more than she expected.