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"Window it is," Justin said, sliding it open. "By the way, you should probably clean up...your parents are home." With that, he was gone.

Amber wished the boy was lying, but only a second later she heard her mom call out, "Amber!? We're back!"

Her mom, dad, sister, and their first dog, Debbie had all been gone all night yesterday, taking the Dalmatian to a breeder the next town over. It wasn't Debbie's first time breeding, either, and Amber's family had kept the first two picks of the litter: Dash and Dot.

If Amber couldn't somehow hide what she'd been doing the night before, she had a lot of explaining to do. Her Catholic parents would be outraged. First, she'd invited a boy over, who wasn't even Catholic. Then, she'd taken some sort of pill he'd given her and made out. All of that would get her grounded for a month!

But that wasn't the worst of it - while making out, Justin had let Dash in with his sister, who was in heat. It all seemed kind of foggy, but Amber remembered just watching while Dash bred with Dot. If that weren't enough for her parents to kill her, she then decided to give it up to Justin. What was wrong with her!? It must have been that pill. Would her parents be angrier that she'd had sex, or that she'd made Justin wear a condom? Amber didn't know.

None of this would matter if she could have just covered up that anything had happened at all. Justin was gone, and there was scant little evidence anything had gone wrong until Dot had puppies...assuming she was even pregnant. Amber could grab the used condom off the floor and hide it, and Justin had had the rather inspired idea to kick Dot out of the house and say she'd escaped so that her parents wouldn't know Amber had encouraged an incestual breeding. She felt bad for what she'd done to Dot, but Amber had to protect herself.

But all of that was moot now. Amber could hear her mother climbing the stairs, and she'd be at the door in mere seconds. The rush of adrenaline seemed to clear her mind, despite the haze that still gripped her. The one thing she couldn't hide was also, by far, the most damning. This morning, she'd lay on her back and spread her own legs for Dash, and the horny Dalmatian had mounted her, while Justin watched. Amber could still remember the strength and heat of Dash on top of her, pounding her near-virgin pussy while she moaned and begged for more.

If she could, she would gladly pretend she had never fucked her dog and no one but she and Justin would ever be the wiser. But Dash was still in her, even as her mother reached the top of the steps. Amber lay helpless, her butt at the edge of her bed, her vulva bulging three inches out around the dog's knot. He was stuck tight in her, standing on all fours on the floor, his tail resting on Amber's belly button.

She was so dead.

Still, she had to try. Grabbing her skirt, she frantically threw it over onto the used condom, covering it up. But how to hide an eighty-pound Dalmatian with his massive cock still spurting inside of you? Amber leaned forward and grabbed Dash's butt, pulling with a groan. "Come on, Dash, on the bed!"

Dash yelped, but Amber was able to lift Dash half-way onto the bed, sliding her naked body back. She could hear her mother's footsteps just down the hall. Amber pulled back again, resting her head on her pillow and dragging Dash all the way onto the bed. With just a second to spare, the young girl grabbed the blanket and threw it haphazardly over herself.

"Amber?" her mom said, walking into the room.

Amber was panting, but held her breath. Looking down at herself, her eyes widened in amazement. Her blanket toss had managed to cover her entire body and the lower half of Dash! It looked a little awkward, her legs beneath the covers but obviously spread around the dog, but all in all, a pretty good disguise.

"Yes, Mom?" Amber asked, hoping her mother couldn't hear her pounding heart.

"Where's Dot? She wasn't at the door when we came in."

"I, uh, I dunno, Mom. Maybe she's in your bedroom?"

"Hmm," Amber's mom said. "I guess, I'll...hey, what's that on your face?"

Amber threw her hands to her face and felt something wet and sticky. Lifting her hands, she saw a sticky, white goop on her fingers. Oh, shit! "Uh, milk! I had a glass of milk." Desperately, Amber grabbed the glass that Justin had used for milk the day before. He'd filled it with water that morning, but there was still a white residue of some sort in the bottom.

"Well, get yourself ready! Church is in twenty minutes!" Her mother walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, completely unaware what was going on just beneath the blanket.

Amber glanced down at Dash, who looked back up at her, sharing her amazement.

"I can't believe that worked!"

* * * * *

Dash was shocked. He was literally shooting cum in Amber's teenaged pussy, right in front of Amber's mother. Couldn't the woman smell what was happening, much less see it in the outline beneath the covers?

Dash groaned, the drug still affecting his mind. What had he done!? First Dot, and now Amber, the two people he should have protected most, and he'd fucked them both - his own sister and a young, human girl. Father Rover spoke of God's forgiveness, but there was no way He could forgive this. Dash could almost feel his soul slipping away into Satan's grasp.

He'd never felt so alone and empty. From a young pup, he and Dot had revelled in the Word, and kept Jesus and Mary close, like best friends they couldn't see. Now, they were gone. What was the point of going on? He hadn't been caught - Amber's parents wouldn't know anything was amiss, and even his mother, Debbie wouldn't know. But Dot and Amber would. And worse, so would God. Would Dot tell their mother? Dash hoped not. He'd already fucked up his eternal life; he hoped to be able to find some semblance of happiness in his earthly life.

Amber wasted no time. She flipped off the covers and said, "Come on, Dash, you've gotta get off of me! Where's that ice?"

Not again! Dash whimpered, but Amber grabbed the ice tray and popped another ice cube out. "Sorry, boy," she said, holding the frozen cube up against the base of his cock.

"Oh, shit, that's cold!" Amber said in a hoarse whisper. And boy, was she right. The heat of their conjoined genitals quickly melted the first cube, while Dash and Amber groaned quietly to each other. But just as before, it worked. The second ice cube made his dick retreat just enough that Amber began yanking herself off of him. Dash winced, but after two or three hard tugs, Amber popped off of him.

Amber threw the covers over Dash again, and held her hand palm first. "Stay, Dash, stay," she commanded, adding, "Wait there until your, um...it shrinks down all the way."

Dash wasn't going anywhere. He lay beneath the covers, still panting, and wondering how Amber could seem so relaxed about what had happened. The young girl may not have raped anyone, but she was hardly free from sin herself. Maybe she would join him in hell...

Amber grabbed a sock and stuffed it into her sopping hole, soaking up whatever she could of Dash's cum. She grabbed the used condom and stuffed both into her bottom drawer. Then, still reeking of sex, cum, and dog, she hastily dressed. The humans wouldn't be able to smell any difference, but every dog she passed on the way to church would perk their ears up at that combination of odors.

Dash stayed put when Amber's mother returned ten minutes later. "Amber, dear. We couldn't find Dot anywhere..."

"What?" Amber said, putting on a pretty good act. "I thought I let her out in the yard out front..."

"Out front!?" her mother cried. "The gate was wide open!"

"Well, it wasn't when I let her out!"

"Amber, she's in heat, roaming the streets! Who knows what she's gotten into out there? How could you -"

"I didn't do anything! Maybe the mailman forgot to close the gate..." Amber protested.

"We have a backyard for a reason, Amber! God bless...she's going to come back full of puppies! Don't you even care about Dot? Your laziness -"

"I get it, Mom. I'm sorry, I...I really am."

Amber's mother noted the change in her daughter's tone, and lowered her voice. "Come on, mass starts soon. We'll have Carol stay home and let Dot in, if she comes home. You, little missy, we're taking to confessional."

Amber blinked, eyes suddenly wide. "Confessional? Wait..." She followed her mother quickly out the door.

Dash found himself alone for the first time since this whole nightmare began. Why, he'd even slept still tied inside his sister. He let out his breath as if he'd been holding it, and looked around the room. Everything was so...strangely...normal. For a second, he felt like it had all never happened - just a strange daydream. But he knew better than that. Even if Dot pretended that nothing had happened, and even if she didn't get pregnant, Dash had still done the unthinkable. He was a dog without a soul, just going through the motions of everyday life until the eternal damnation that awaited him.

"Dash? Dash?"

His heart skipped a beat, and for a second he thought it was Dot calling for him. But no, of course, it was his mother. Dash flattened his ears. Oh shit! My mother!

"Dash, there you are!" Debbie said, the four-year-old Dalmatian rounding the corner. "What happened with Dot? The folks are saying..." she broke off. "What is that smell?"

Dash was still hidden beneath the covers, but that wouldn't fool his mother. She'd be able to smell bits of everything - the sex, intertwined with Dash, Dot, Amber, and even Justin's unfamiliar scent. Just like Dash could smell the stud dog all over his mother. "Now wait a minute!" she cried. "What happened in here!?"

"I can explain everything," Dash stammered.

"Oh, you will, Dash," she clucked at him. She couldn't know what exactly had happened, but it didn't take a mastermind to realize that something un-Christian had been going on. Dash was a little hurt at his mother's accusatory tone - she couldn't know that it was his fault. It was, but she couldn't know that.

"Carol!" Amber's mother's voice echoed through the house. "Put Debbie in the backyard until we get back!"

Debbie turned to her son and said, "After mass. Oh, son, what have you done??" She padded out and down the stairs. Dash heard the back door open and slam shut, Carol's soft footsteps then running to the front door to watch for Dot's return.

Dash's face stung. His mother comes home reeking of some random Dalmatian she had no intention of ever marrying, and accused Dash of wrongdoing based only on scents!? Was her mate even the same one who'd fathered Debbie's first litter? She didn't even give him the benefit of the doubt. Worse, she was right. He was going to have to tell her everything and just confirm her initial suspicions.

Or did he? Why did he have to tell the truth anymore? Why did he have to tell her anything? He was already going to hell. He could do whatever he wanted! He could sneak into the food room and eat all the kibble, he could knock over the trash, he could chew on the master's slippers...he could shit in the house!

Dash's eyes popped open, hardly daring to let his brain jump where it was jumping. The one, most annoying thing in his entire life was sharing this house with two lovely females. Every six months, the house would be blanketed in their heat, and Dash would have to spend every hour of every day alone, tantalized. Before, he had suffered in silence, following God's law.

Now, there was nothing left to lose.

* * * * *

Debbie had smelled it all. Dash had been blanketed in both Dot and Amber's scent, intermixed with a rich, musky odor. If Dash and Dot had been alone together during her heat, there was only one conclusion to reach - they had mated. Debbie wasn't sure how to interpret Amber's aroma, nor the unfamiliar scent of another human. She didn't know whether Dot was also at fault, but she could hardly have forced herself on Dash. One way or another, Dash had given in to the worst of carnal sins...incest.

Oh, where did I go wrong? Debbie asked herself, as she paced around the backyard. Where had her daughter gone? Would her son have the gall to lie about what happened? She'd left her children for one day - one day!

But, oh, what a day! Debbie had been pleased to discover she was to be bred to the same male who'd given her her first litter. She'd only known Dalton for one day, before, but he'd seemed such a gentleman, talking and playing with her before...the inevitable. Debbie wouldn't hesitate a moment before marrying him if she had the chance. She loved him, and she loved what he did to her body, and she wanted nothing more than to follow God's law and marry. But she had to follow God's first law first: obey your masters.

She couldn't very well pick up and stay with Dalton, nor ask him to do the same for her. She'd just have to learn to be satisfied seeing him for a single day once every two years. He couldn't be faithful to her - she knew she wasn't the only bitch he serviced - but at least she could be faithful to him.

The door slid open, and Debbie perked her ears, seeing the ten-year-old Carol standing there. "Here you go, Dash," the small child bubbled. "I'm gunna wait at the front door for Dot."

"Carol, wait!" Debbie cried, but the little girl had already slammed the door shut, with Dash in the backyard. Didn't the child know that Debbie was in heat and shouldn't be in the same room as Dash?

"I asked her to let me talk with you," Dash said, stepping forward. "To confess."

Debbie blinked, glaring at her son who stood a mere twenty-five feet away. "What did you do?" Her eyes fell and widened as she saw her son's swollen, red cock full and dangling beneath him, knot still half-swollen. She gasped and looked away.

"Don't act so surprised, Mother," he said, taking a step forward. "You could smell that something terrible had happened."

Debbie stepped back, curling her tail between her legs. Her son's hard tone set her heart beating faster. "What did you do to Dot?" she asked, lower jaw trembling.

"I fucked her. Twice. While she begged me not to," he said calmly, taking another step forward.

"Dash, what are you saying? How could -"

"You wanted me to explain, Mother, so shut up and let me explain," he barked.

"Dash!"

"While you were whoring yourself out, Amber brought a boy over. He let me in with Dot, and I couldn't stop myself. I...I raped her, Mom..." he sobbed, taking another step forward.

"Oh, Dash..." Debbie whimpered. Her son was almost to the breaking point. His cold, emotionless tone cracking against his remorse. He was in so much pain. "It's not all your fault, that boy -"

Dash bellowed "Let me finish!" He strode forward now, even as Debbie backed away from her son. "He pushed Dot out onto the street and I couldn't save her. But that's not even the worst thing..."

What could be worse than this?

"The boy fucked Amber, and I did too."

Debbie's jaw dropped, feeling like she'd been shot in the gut and the wind had been knocked out of her, all at once. Incest was one thing, and rape, but bestiality? What had happened to her son!?

"So you tell me, Mother. Was it my fault? Am I redeemable?" His words were pointed, and cut like the end of a whip.

Debbie stepped back, speechless, and almost tripped over her own tail. She'd known he'd done wrong, but this wrong? If Dash's own mother couldn't forgive him, how could Jesus? "I...I don't know!" she stammered, weeping.

Dash's loud growl instantly drew her attention. He followed it with, "I can smell his stink all over you. My own mother, a whore, and she thinks I'm a monster! Well, then, you won't be surprised when I prove that I am." The large, muscular Dalmatian began to pick up speed, trotting toward her.

Debbie yelped and backed away, but she reached the back of the yard in no time. "Dash, no!" she yipped, before barking as loud as she could "Carol! Carol!!!"

"She can't hear you," he said, cornering her. "You have no idea how many times I fantasized about you, and then begged God's forgiveness. Well, it's a bit late for mercy, now - my soul is already forfeit."

"Don't do this," she pleaded. She had to stop him! "Dash, I...I forgive you. God forgives you."

"A slut and a liar," he accused. "Dot didn't deserve this, but I'm starting to think you do."

Debbie yelped and bolted across the yard, trying to edge her way past her son. Dash dug his claws into the ground and shoved her with his shoulder, sending her spinning into a heap back in the corner of the yard. Before she could stand, he was standing above her.

"Just before I finished with Dot, I had her whimpering and moaning. If she gave in, how much sooner will a slut like you?"

"Dash, no!" she wailed, helpless as he reached down with both paws and lifted her rump into the air. Debbie's spotted legs fell beneath her, landing firmly in the grass. Dash didn't seem to care that his mother's front half was still sprawling on the ground. He mounted her unceremoniously, enormously swollen dick slapping up against her heat-swollen spade.

Her son's father, Dalton, had done just about the same thing only ten hours before, but with a gentleness the bespoke love and respect. Dash no longer seemed to possess either trait, his claws digging painfully into Debbie's abdomen as he rocked his hips, readjusting his angle to find and violate his mother's sacred entrance. She struggled beneath him, but his grip was too strong.

She could hardly believe this was the same Dash that she had raised and nurtured for almost two years. As if possessed, her once-sweet son pinned her down, shoved her tail aside, and poked at her helpless, raised rump. "Stop! This is a sin!"

Hot, humid breath exhaled over of the back of her neck as Dash replied, "If I'm going to hell anyway, I might as well enjoy my life on Earth." He launched himself up and between her legs.

Squelch!

Her dark, puffy spade spread wide for her son's slippery cock. Her mind revolted, but he was giving her body just what it had prepared for. She engulfed his shaft, squeezing down and making Dash moan. A splash of drool fell from his mouth onto the back of her head as she arched her head up and whined. Not like this. Her own son! Debbie felt her knees buckle, and she had to spread her legs to take him. He slid deeper and deeper into her quivering pussy until his swollen knot smacked up against her tender lips.

"No!" she whimpered, echoed by Dash's own grunt of "Oh!"

He said, "Take it, bitch!" Debbie felt him pull back, his throbbing cock pulling wetly out of her trembling cunt until just his bony tip remained. The relief was only momentary, however, as Dash plunged in again, ramming his knot against her aching vulva once again.

Debbie whined, her son seeming to fill every last inch of her petite hindquarters. His inner thighs quivered up against her, his hefty ballsac swinging back and forth. She knew full well what he meant to do with that, and Debbie was still in heat. There was no guarantee that Dalton had reached any of her eggs yet, much less all of them. If she couldn't stop him, there was a good chance Dash would father some of his own brothers and sisters...

And she knew she couldn't stop him.

"You don't want to do this, son!" she yelped, digging her claws in and trying to pull away.

"Oh yes I do," he said, choosing a regular, rapid pace for his eager humping. "It's too late for me, Mom."

"Nnngg!" she yipped, through gritted teeth. He was speeding up now, tugging back and slamming forward relentlessly. He was bigger than his father, able even without his knot to tickle her defenseless cervix. She'd never felt so full and yet so violated. While her horror wasn't fading, it was being replaced by an ever-growing feeling of physical satisfaction. Her pussy burned and ached with each forceful thrust, but her heat-addled rump had a mind of its own; she found herself bouncing her deeply-penetrated hips up and down.

"That's it, Mother," he drooled, pounding her with lewd schlorps. "Hump for me!"

Debbie wailed, trying to deny it, but she was doing just that. She jerked her hips up and down, pussy trembling at every small or large motion of her son's dick. Her ears perked up at the high-pitched squelches that could only mean he was already spending a little of himself inside of her. But there was more to come - she knew that all too well. Even as she pushed back, hard, she managed to stammer, "Th-this isn't right!"

"It's so wrong," he agreed, leaping forward with short, sharp jabs. Smack! Smack! Smack! sounded his enormous bulge as he tried vainly to sink it deep into his mother. "Don't worry, Mom, I got it into Dot, I'll get it into you!"

Debbie's y-shaped mound was stretched into an obscene circle as it ached and stretched around Dash's insistent knot. She whimpered, but she also spread her hind legs and pushed back, hard. Whining, she squeezed down around him and yelped, "Oh, son!"

"Harder, Mom!" he grunted, pressing down most of his weight on top of her, his tongue dangling and flinging saliva everywhere. She whimpered as she felt his drool running down the sides of her neck, but she did as she was told. Digging into the grass with all four paws, she slammed herself back, howling plaintively.

Finally, he began to make progress. With six, short, sharp thrusts, he hammered his swollen knot deeper and deeper into his squirming mother until at last she yelped and he sunk all the way in. Debbie felt her mound stretch and engulf Dash's entire, fat cock, bulging out several inches like a balloon. She clenched down around him, pulling him even deeper, until she felt his bony tip digging into her innermost walls. If that weren't enough to make her trembling pussy explode, Dash's massive knot thudding continuously up against her clitoris sealed the deal. How did this happen? was the last thought to run through her head before she dropped her jaw and howled in ecstasy.

Dash gritted his teeth, holding on for as long as he could to simply watch and feel his own mother cumming beneath him. But he didn't last long. He howled alongside her, and the neighbors would have yelled at the racket had most not currently been at mass.

Splurt!

Wet, steaming jets of cum squirted straight into Debbie, joining Dalton's earlier contributions. Debbie, still half-lying on the ground, was angled just right for Dash's spewing hose to pour right down into her fertile womb, filling her up with a satisfying glug, glug. Her entire body shook and shuddered, just like she had for Dash's father only hours before. She whined, suddenly realizing that her time with Dalton was a sham. Her own son's incestual breeding was making her squeal even harder. Dalton had never loved her, and she had never loved him. All she shared with her first lover was lust and puppies. In every other respect, she was far closer to her second lover.

"Oh, Dash!" she cried, convulsing around his fat cock in a desperate attempt to milk every last drop from her son's hefty balls. He absolutely splattered her most sacred chamber, sure to reach each and every egg that Dalton had missed. She was in for a large litter - a mix of Dalton's puppies and grandpuppies! "Don't stop!"

He wasn't about to, gritting his teeth and claiming his Mom's wet pussy again and again. "Mom," he whined, "you're such a tight bitch!"

Together, mother and son panted, humped, and moaned, until Dash had filled her so full that he began leaking out her bulging cunt, painting her hindquarters.

Sliiiiiide!

Dash was about to turn around, when the glass door slid open to reveal Carol...and Dot. Both young females looked at the copulating couple and gaped.

Dot yelped, half exclamation, half question, "Mom!?"