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"You're joking!"

"Don't be such a prude, I'm still a virgin," the husky replied, trotting along beside her friend. Christine, affectionately called Christy by the family that owned the two dogs, was a pretty, young husky, with long, blueish-black fur and an upward-curled tail.

Abigail was astonished to see Christy's ears pointed straight up, despite what the husky had just told her. God was pretty clear about the sort of...promiscuity Christy was describing, wasn't he? It certainly wasn't good. Empathetically, Abigail tucked her thin, short tail between her legs.

"How did it happen?!" the Hungarian vizsla exclaimed. Her rusty brown fur was extremely short, and she had a square muzzle that she had always regretted, though her owner called her muzzle strong. Christy had a long, slender muzzle that Abigail had always envied.

Casually, the confident husky said, "I just met a boy outside, after escaping yesterday."

Abigail's floppy ears drooped, not wanting to be reminded about escaping. The two dogs had been adopted as puppies by a small Catholic family for their two daughters. Coincidentally, the puppies had grown and were coming into their first heat right around the same time the two human girls were reaching puberty. Abigail and Christine had heard an awful lot about what God would do to little girls who mess around with boys. When 14-year-old Pauline snuck out of the house last night, she had left the gate open, and Christine and left too. Abigail and tried to convince her friend otherwise, to no avail. Both human and dog had returned, to Abigail's relief. She had been huddled, shivering in the corner of the yard, certain they'd run across one of those black men (or dogs, in Christy's case) that her family so often warned the girls about.

Worse, it was the night after Christy's great escape, and she had forced Abigail to follow her out of the yard. Well, not forced, really, but if Abigail hadn't followed, Christy wasn't going to tell her the big news. Abigail had agreed, but now she wished she hadn't. How could Christy do such a thing!?

The husky was even wagging her tail as she continued, "A golden retriever, I think. He just came over to me and said hi. He wanted to sniff my butt." The husky laughed, but Abigail was mortified. "So I told him, okay, but let's find a more private place."

The vizsla's eyes widened, "You didn't!" She stopped in her tracks on the sidewalk, refusing to take another step until Christy explained herself.

Christy turned to face Abigail, seeming to have absorbed all the confidence that Abigail no longer had. Christy just chuckled, and said, "I did. We went in an alley -"

"An alley!? The girls were told never to leave the sidewalk!"

"Calm down, Abby. I already told you, everything is fine," Christy said, rolling her eyes. She continued, "I know I'm in heat, but I lifted my tail for him anyway, so he could get a good sniff."

Abigail groaned. Christy's tail was always curled up on her back. She was a Siberian husky! At least Christy had a lot of fur to conceal her lady parts. Whenever Abigail went for a walk, she had to keep her tail firmly down, and even then she knew the other dogs could see. Now, as she was entering her first heat, it was all the harder to conceal her swollen genitals.

"He was a real gentleman, you know?" the husky continued, "Even with my pussy right there, he just sniffed my butt."

"Christy! Don't say those things. What would Jesus think?"

"Abby, it's okay, jeeze. We can say dirty words, just not take the Lord's name in vain."

"So you do care about God. Then how do you explain what you did last night?"

Growling softly, Christy said, "Of course I care about God. But it's okay to experiment a little, as long as I don't get pregnant! I heard Pauline telling Michelle that last week. And even if I had slept with Billy, I bet you he woulda married me."

Abigail cocked her head to the side. "I bet our parents wouldn't approve."

"No surprise they are stricter than God. But they don't have to know, now do they? Now can I get back to the story?"

"Fine."

"Alright, so where was I? Oh yeah, he sniffed my butt, but I could tell what he really wanted. So I just told him: 'Go ahead, take a lick.' And he did."

Abigail gasped, even though Christy had already told her this had happened.

"Abby, I can't even describe how it felt. It was like the fire in my pussy went out, but another fire started inside me. And Billy didn't just lick me once. He kept at it, and I have to admit, I was moaning. If he weren't a gentleman...let's just say I wouldn't have said "no" if he had wanted more..."

"Christy!"

"I made him promise to meet me again tonight, so that's where we're headed."

"I don't want to meet him!" Abigail shrieked.

Christy ignored her, saying, "Tonight...I might let him put it in me."

"Christy!"

The husky just smiled at her, and said, "I gotta return the favor somehow. And it's okay, as long as he pulls out."

Abigail blinked, amazed at her friend's bizarre behavior. If Christy wanted to throw away everything they'd been taught about God, so be it. But Abigail wasn't going to be drawn into this. The young vizsla shivered, turning around and starting back. "I can't believe you, Christine. Do what you want, but I'm going home."

"Abby, wait!"

She kept walking, heartened to hear her friend following. Maybe Christy had finally come to her senses.

"We're almost to Billy. Just come...I want you to meet him!"

Abigail kept walking, her floppy ears laid back.

"Abby!"

Abigail stopped, but not for Christy's sake. She sat down in shock, her tail pinned to the ground beneath her legs. From an intersecting sidewalk, another dog suddenly stepped in front of her. He looked as surprised at their near collision as she did, and he leapt back. But Abigail almost had a heart attack.

Standing in front of her was a big, black dog, probably twenty pounds heavier than she was, though he stood at about the same height. He had a stubby little tail, and his ears were cropped upright. His legs and snout were a pretty caramel color, but his muzzle was muscular and fearsome. She'd heard of this breed before: a Doberman! Exactly the sort of dog she'd been warned about, and he was standing only a foot in front of the young, catholic vizsla.

"Oh, shit, sorry," he said in a low voice. His fur was almost as short as hers, but his underlying body was bulging with muscles. The big, black dog left her speechless.

For better or worse, Christy came to her rescue, walking boldly up to the Doberman. "Holy crap, that was a close one!"

"Sorry ladies, I didn't see you there. My name's Riley."

Cocking her head and smiling, Christy looked the Doberman over. Then she said, "I'm Christy," before turning to look at Abigail.

Abigail was speechless. She wished she were home...or anywhere other than sitting in front of a powerful Doberman, in heat with no way to conceal her condition. She tried to form words, but couldn't. Finally, Christy had to say, "Annnnd...that's Abby. Nice to meet you, Riley."

By this point, Riley was sniffing the air, and what he smelled seemed to cause him to smile and say, "Where you two ladies headed tonight?"

Christy let her tongue dangle from her mouth as she said, "We're just going for a walk." Abigail wondered what happened to Billy. She also couldn't help but notice that unlike the two girls, Riley didn't have a collar.

With a knowing grin, the Doberman said, "Excuse me! Where are my manners? We haven't been properly introduced, yet." With that, the large canine spun in place, presenting his rump. His docked tail left nothing to the imagination. Abigail's eyes bulged as she was forced to glimpse the male's dark pucker, and lower his heavy, black-furred balls.

Christy didn't hesitate, stepping forward to sniff him. Riley grinned, letting his tongue fall side-ways from his muzzle. Then, with surprising grace, the Doberman began to slowly circle around the two girls. Christy watched with her tongue still dangling, and she kept still, her tail curled up on her back as the Doberman stepped around her. Abigail got an accidental glimpse of Riley's cock. His sheath was a combination of caramel and pink, lost in a sea of bright caramel fur. She looked away.

Inhaling loudly, Riley stuck his nose right up against Christy's tail hole. The husky shivered, but just like that, he was gone, approaching the trembling Abigail. What could she do? She tried to will herself to run for home, leaving Christy to her fate. Instead, all the vizsla could do was stay seated, keeping her own butt firmly on the ground.

Riley lowered his snout to the ground, right near the young girl's tail, determined to get a whiff. Sensing him, Abigail reacted instinctively, much to her horror. She automatically stood, and her heat-addled body made her hold her thin tail to the side. Riley didn't wait, quickly sniffing her butt. The vizsla gasped, quickly forcing her tail back down to cover herself. How much had he seen of her swollen vulva!?

Christy interrupted, pushing Abigail aside, and saying to the Doberman, "It's a great night for a walk. Want to join us?"

Abigail's jaw dropped in horror. What was Christy doing?

Riley grinned and said, "Why bother walking? It's awfully nice right here." He stepped toward her, his muscles rippling in the light from the street lamps overhead. "I'm sure the three of us could...find something to do," he added, as he once again walked up behind the husky.

His cock was growing now. Abigail watched a bit of glistening red poking free from his sheath. She was almost ready to run, but she couldn't just leave Christy. She finally managed to speak, yelping, "Right, well, Christy and me better be getting home actually, or our family will be looking for us!"

But Christy instead took a step forward, making sure her tail was all the way up for the trailing Doberman. Even Abigail could see Christy's swollen vulva poking out of her long fur. The husky said, "They don't even know we're gone. We've got plenty of time." She looked over her shoulder, winking at the pleased Doberman.

"Well, I know a good way for all of us to pass the time," Riley said, stepping forward. Christy gasped as the big, black dog ran his tongue across her sensitive, y-shaped folds. Abigail could hardly believe what she was seeing, but what Christy said next was the last straw. The husky said, "Hey, Riley, not here! Let's...find someplace a little more private and you can...get to know us a little better?"

Abigail said, "You slut! Leave me out of this!" With that, the Hungarian vizsla took off, running for home.

"Abby, wait!"

But Abigail never looked back, leaving her friend in Riley's clutches. Why would Christy betray God like that? Did she want to go to hell? When she finally made it home, she was panting, and she ran to her corner of the yard, collapsing and whimpering.

She waited and waited for Christy to come home, but it soon became clear that the husky had decided to stay with Riley, or maybe go see Billy. Abigail spent that time thinking; first about God, then about Christy. What could she do to convince Christy she was doing evil before it was too late? It may already be too late! Her thoughts turned to Riley. The Doberman scared her, made her tremble. He was so large and muscular, and moved with so much confidence. What would he do to Christy? What might he have done to Abigail? Abigail couldn't help but picture Riley's growing cock, sliding out of his sheath. Would Jesus disapprove of her thinking about it?

That itching sensation returned, as Abigail thought about Riley. She growled and pulled her ears back. The timing couldn't be worse. In the last week, her vulva had swelled up, and she had started bleeding. Now she felt just awful, with the itching on top of everything else she was worried about. But at least she knew how to deal with the itching.

She curled up until she was half lying down and half standing up, her thin tail spread out on the ground before her. With one hind leg up, she lowered her muzzle to the source of her irritation, her gray, swollen mound. Closing her eyes, trying to think of something other than what she was doing, she began to lick herself. Instantly, the itch evaporated, but Abigail knew that if she let up the licks, it would return.

So she kept licking, enjoying the feel of her warm, wet tongue against her sensitive lips. She knew she was in heat. She knew what that meant. She knew God didn't want her touching herself like this. Her owners had said as much to Pauline. But as much as she wanted to please God, she needed this. When this week of hell was over, she would ask for forgiveness. But would Christy?

"Need any help with that?" a gruff voice said, pulling Abigail out of her thoughts. She gasped and looked up, speechless when she saw Riley standing at the gate, watching her with a smile.

She was frozen for a moment, still crouched down next to her vulva, but when she followed his eyes to her swollen mound, she hastily got to her feet and found her voice. "Stay away from me!"

All the Doberman did was laugh, but not in a menacing way. If anything Abigail thought he was being condescending. Riley replied, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to. Abby, was it?"

"Abigail."

"That's a pretty name," he said, stepping into her yard. Abigail glared at him, so he stopped advancing further. "For a pretty dog."

He was just saying that. She knew she wasn't pretty, with her big, square muzzle. Still, she could help but wonder what had happened to Christy, who was nowhere around. "Where's Christy?" she asked, with narrowed eyes.

Riley's ears perked up, and he gave Abigail a sideways glance. "She teased me for a while, but then she went on to see her boy...what was his name?"

"Billy."

"Right, Billy. Christy let me help her with her little problem. How about you, Abigail?"

She said, "What'd you do with her?"

"Don't worry, she's a good catholic like me, Abigail. We didn't do anything we couldn't take back."

"You're catholic?"

"Surprised? This is a catholic neighborhood, isn't it?"

Abigail's ears drooped. Why had she assumed he wasn't? Sure he'd been a bit forward, but so had Christy. "I...I didn't think..."

The Doberman took another step forward, smiling politely, "It's okay, I know I can look...intimidating. But I just try to be helpful. And I know I can help you, Abigail."

She blinked up at the approaching black dog. "No, you can't. It's a sin, Riley."

"Where'd you hear that? It's just a little fun. The only sin's in going further than that, right?"

Abigail didn't know. She was pretty sure her owners wouldn't approve, but the young dog had never actually been to church. All she knew was what she heard in the household. And every second she thought, Riley moved closer. The next thing the vizsla knew, the Doberman was standing right next to her, making her shiver.

He placed a paw on her shoulder, saying, "Come on, Abigail, let me take that itch away."

"But, but..." she said, watching helplessly as he stepped forward, running his paw along the short fur on her back. All she could think about was that image seared in her mind - his growing, glistening cock. She clenched her eyes shut, but that just made the image all the clearer. Then, trying to stop herself, she opened one eye to sneak a peak underneath the strong dog. She gasped, seeing several inches of his red shaft poking out. She froze.

Distracted, she didn't even notice as Riley stepped alongside her, his paw running all the way down her back until it reached her tail. He skipped past the tail, and suddenly Abigail gasped, feeling pressure against her sore mound. Instinctively she raised her hips. She held her breath, trembling as he pressed against her vulva. She managed to look over her shoulder, wide-eyed at the Doberman violating the sanctity of her body.

He smirked as he met her terrified gaze, pushing gently against her most sensitive parts. He said, "I'm going to put out that fire with my tongue, Abigail. Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

She struggled to find her voice, but just as she opened her mouth, Riley rubbed his paw against her again. She gasped, clenching her eyes shut, giving the Doberman just enough time to step behind the young vizsla. Shaking, Abigail tried to place her thin tail over her swollen folds.

Riley just laughed and pushed her tail aside with his snout. Abigail finally found her voice, in time to yelp as his wet tongue slathered across her needy entrance. The muscles in her tail rebelled immediately, holding her slender, useless tail to the side. She arched her back, her vulva quivering against his licks. The itch vanished, replaced by mind-altering bliss. She had never been able to make herself feel this good!

All the young dog could do was stand there whimpering as Riley violated her. She listened helplessly to the lewd slurping noises coming from the Doberman's drooling mouth. Now Abigail knew what Christy meant when she said the burning faded, replaced by a fire deep inside. The vizsla was burning up, the source of her heat inches deep inside of her.

Riley seemed to want to reach that fire too. Abigail's eyes popped open as Riley suddenly and forcefully pressed his tongue into, spreading her tight lips for the first time of her young life. She was stretched apart to accommodate his large, red tongue, but even as far as Riley could reach with his tongue, the fire inside her kept raging.

Gasping, Abigail managed to say, "Riley...no!"

But the Doberman didn't even slow his licks, and his mouth was certainly too busy to reply to her. Still, that was the extent of the resistance Abigail could offer. Instead of feeling like every fiber of her conscious brain was yelling for her to do, she began to push back against his tongue, swaying her hips back and forth as he probed her virgin pussy.

Her whimpers turned to moans, though all the young girl could think about was what Jesus would think about her actions. She thrust back wildly against Riley's lusty tongue, her mind roiling in pleasure, but above all of that she felt that overwhelming, never-ending guilt. What was she doing? She didn't even know this dog! Abigail had never felt so dirty...so sinful before. Worse, part of her liked that feeling!

Again and again that tongue spread her folds apart, trying futilely to put out the fire inside of her. She needed something else...something more! Yet even as these thoughts crossed her mind, a heated, violent urge was building. Her whole body was crying out for...something, and her sore genitals screamed in a weird sort of pain. No, she realized. It wasn't pain, it was so much pleasure as to be indistinguishable!

Just as the vizsla was about to lose herself completely, Riley pulled his tongue completely out of her. Abigail yelped, suddenly cold and empty, still thrusting her hips against the air. Her mind reeling, she gasped, "No, no, Riley, don't stop!" She looked back at the Doberman, who was grinning knowingly at her. His cock was bulging and huge, and suddenly Abigail was frightened once more.

Riley said, "Are you ready for this?" He pointed with one paw askew to his throbbing erection.

Abigail panted, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she looked the muscular, black dog over. She felt so empty, yet she knew exactly what Riley could do to fill that emptiness. But there was no way she could agree to that. There was no greater sin! "No, Riley. Stop, that's enough..." she cried, her voice wavering alongside her resolve.

His grin was so condescending, so assured of himself. But he replied, "It's okay, Abby. I'll pull it out in time. No one will ever have to know, okay?"

The rust-colored vizsla whined needily at him. She felt herself trying to say yes, but the words wouldn't come. God would know! But when she tried to say no, she was equally hopeless.

Sensing this, Riley simply said, "I'll take that as a yes."

Abigail froze, watching as if she were just viewing two other dogs about to take that final, intimate step. This couldn't really be happening. But the sensation became all the more real as Riley placed a strong paw on her rump. Then, with a kick of his feet, he leaped onto her back, his other paw snaking around her hips and pinning her in place. She watched over her shoulder as he mounted her. But when she felt his sharp tip pressing against her sopping, swollen folds, she finally realized that this was happening, and it was happening to her.

It was too late to stop him. Her eyes widened, and she strained her legs in an effort to pull away, but his grip was too strong. He pinned her in place, ignoring her feeble resistance. Abigail realized her tail was firmly planted to the side, offering him her tender, pristine vagina, but try as she might, she couldn't force her tail back. Not that it would have made a difference. Leaning back, the Doberman planted his feet, tensing his powerful muscles. Abigail's jaw dropped as she felt his forelegs tugging powerfully on her hips, knowing that in seconds, her young body would be impure. Spoiled forever. She watched his hips collide with hers, but when she felt the pain that proved her loss of innocence, she lifted her head and howled, feeling a terrible loss even as Riley hilted himself inside her tight passageway.

Her pristine, untested passageway was spread violently apart to make room for the larger Doberman's massive cock. Yet Abigail's howl was from a mix of desperate pleasure and unbearable guilt. And Abigail had criticized Christy for merely letting strange mutts lick her pussy. Here the young vizsla was moaning in ecstasy as some random Doberman stole her virginity. As Riley began ramming his hips back and forth against her, she couldn't help but feel how dirty she was. She held her tail aside, willing and eager to take the big, black dog's fervent thrusts. Christy wasn't the one who was a slut after all! Abigail moaned feeling so, so wrong, and yet so completely right.

"Oh...oh Riley!" she gasped, once again thrusting back against him. This time, her wild gyrations caused the Doberman's immense cock to pull and tug within her. She was vaguely aware of Riley's grunts and pants as he strained himself against her tender, waiting body. Each rapid thrust sent his obscenely large cock brushing forcefully up against her internal walls. Then Abigail became acutely aware of her mate's swollen glands, which were colliding painfully now against her aching vulva. Fortunately, there was no way her small, unstretched passage could contain his knot.

Riley bit his lower lip, increasing his pace and the force of his thrusts. He moaned with each painful collision of his knot and her soft folds, letting his balls sway back and forth beneath him. Abigail yelped. He seemed determine to fill her all the way! She tried to form words but failed, overwhelmed by the soothing ecstasy of his pumping cock. To her delight, the sensation that had almost overtaken her under Riley's licks returned, clouding her mind. She gave out a lustful whine, her body warming up, as if preparing for something. What was it?

Riley gritted his teeth and pressed harder, groaning, "Almost...there..."

Abigail's eyes popped open. Not inside! She spoke through a shuddering moan, "Wait...Riley...you have to..."

As if in response to her plea, Riley gripped her rump harder, leaping against her already abused vulva. The force of the collision caused Abigail's eyes to bug out, yelping. Pop! What was that?! Her loins burned. Gaping, she looked over her shoulder. Riley's hips were completely flush with hers, and his rapid thrusts suddenly sharp and focused. A building howl came from his throat. He barely moved as he flung himself against her, and her tight entrance clenched powerfully around his cock, which seemed to have grown several inches larger. Abigail suddenly understood, and she whimpered, "No, Riley, no!"

The Doberman's swollen knot had spread her lips so far that he rammed home, shuddering completely within her. Now, as he pulled back, the knot held them in place, tugging painfully on the vizsla's untried vulva. "Oh...God! Abby! I didn't mean to... I can't hold back!" he yelped.

"Riley, no!" she cried, watching over her shoulder as the big, black dog began to tremble, clutching her body protectively. His cock quivered too, pressing up against the edge of her vagina, spreading her painfully apart. With a triumphant howl, Abigail felt the rush of warm fluid filling her. "Nooooo!" she wailed, but in seconds her plaintive cry changed to one of mindless bliss. Her inner walls clenched, quivering, around Riley's convulsing cock. His seed washed over her, quelling the fire deep inside of her, while simultaneously horrifying the young girl. She gyrated her hips with abandon, milking the massive male for all he was worth. His tugging knot sealed her completely, saturating her insides in his cum. Even as he filled her fertile womb, Abigail spread her legs and clenched her vulva tightly around him, wanting more.

Still spurting inside of her, Riley panted, lifting his leg and spinning until he was facing away from his violated, abused, and spoiled bitch. Abigail could do nothing but stand there quivering, tugging helplessly against Riley's knot.

Finally, the bliss overwhelming their heads faded. Shivering, Abigail said, "What have I done?"

Riley said, "Oh...God, I'm so sorry, Abigail," squeezing another load of cum into her. "I meant to pull out...."

Abigail was through with denial. "What...what are we going to do, Riley?" she asked, trembling as she squeezed powerfully around her tight connection to the Doberman.

He grunted, squirting again, his tender balls aching. "You...you might not be pregnant."

She looked incredulously over her shoulder at him, thrusting her hips with a soft moan. "But if I am?"

"Well...I'll do right by you, of course, Abigail. We'll get married...I promise."

"Thank God," she said.

"I love you, Abby," he said, shuddering as his balls pulsed again.

Abigail clenched around him, still horrified, but no longer afraid. "I love you, too."

Twenty minutes later, the massive, black dog pulled free of Abigail's sore pussy, leaving her crouched there, dripping. He said seriously, "I'll...meet you tomorrow, okay? Right here, okay?"

She turned to face him for the first time, and smiled nervously. "Okay, Riley. Tomorrow."

With that, the Doberman left the yard, leaving Abigail in the yard, unsure what to think. She sat down and licked herself clean, waiting for Christy to return home. When she finally arrived, the husky said, "I just talked to Billy...but..."

Abigail let everything spill in a rush of words. "Oh jeeze, Christy, I...did something really bad! That Doberman, Riley, came over and I...I couldn't help myself, Christy, I let him lick me like you suggested, and it felt so good I couldn't say no!"

Abigail noticed that her friend's tail was drooped, and her ears were laid back. She stopped and said, "What happened to you?"

Christy said, "Woah, slow down. What happened to you first?"

Looking away, Abigail squeezed the words from her throat. "Riley mounted me. He promised he'd pull out, but we got carried away and he got stuck in me. I...he mated me!"

Christy growled, her eyes narrowing.

Abigail said, "No, no, it's okay, Christy, he promised he would marry me...if...if I have his puppies. It's okay!" She wondered if she were trying to convince herself, moreso than Christy.

But Christy just looked Abigail straight in the eye and said, "Riley promised me he'd pull out. But he got stuck. He promised me we'd get married!"

All they could hear were crickets as the two friends stared at each other, horrified.