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Ginny broke off her kiss, looking up into Craig's eyes. “I wanted to talk to you about something…"

Craig cocked his head, his large, pointy white ears perked. The fluffy Samoyed knew from experience that “we need to talk" was rife with unfortunate bombshells. Still, if this was to be their third and last date, at least he'd gotten lucky twice, and hopefully one more time for “old time's sake". Besides, he was racking up favors he owed Benson, asking his former college roommate to pretend to be his pet dog for the third time in five days… “Yes?"

She hesitated. It was a big deal. Lower lip trembling, the cute, yellow, fourteen-year-old Pomeranian looked up at the twenty-year-old that she thought was a junior in high school and said, “I… uh… wanna see you with Oona."

Craig blinked. Then he laughed. That wasn't what he'd expected. “What the fuck, Ginny? She's a pet." Nevermind that the last time he'd seen Oona was a few minutes prior, bucking eagerly beneath Benson in the midst of her heat. Benson certainly didn't mind fucking a pet.

Ginny blushed, looking down. “I just thought… I like watching the dogs go at it, but I thought it might be really…special if you did it, too. I know it's… um… taboo. Sorry, I think I'm just getting carried away by kissing you," she ended, covering her eyes with a hand.

“Do you really want to watch me with another girl, even if she's your dog? I only got so much in me each visit, you know, babe. Don't want you to miss out on me," he replied, cockily.

She shook her head fervently. “No, no, I do. I want to share you with Oona. Please?" The Samoyed didn't need to know her ulterior motive. If she could convince Craig to fuck Oona, perhaps she could convince him to let her fuck Benson. On their second date, there'd been no time to sneak off with the Bloodhound stud, and she'd spent the whole night aching for the “pet" dog. She'd play the long con and get him to think it was his own idea to let her fuck the massive hound dog. He didn't have to know that she'd already tied the knot with his dog on their first date.

Craig wasn't too sure. By now, Benson had surely made a mess of the Bloodhound bitch, and he wasn't the sort of guy who liked sloppy seconds. “Well… maybe if you clean her up for me."

“Deal!" she yipped. It wasn't something she necessarily looked forward to, but that was a tiny price to pay for convincing her new boyfriend to fuck a dog. Everyone knew you saved bestiality for the third date, right?

The Samoyed cocked his head. She'd gone from cutely uncertain to confident in zero to sixty. He'd only been flirting, but she was really serious. Craig wasn't like Benson. The feral college bro claimed to be mostly interested in two-leggers, but this was the third night in a week that he was breeding a dumb pet. And it really was breeding, despite what Ginny thought. As far as she knew, Benson had a vasectomy, and Craig was 16, but the twenty-year-olds were aware they were taking advantage and leaving Oona with a belly full of pups. They'd be dumb, of course, so Ginny still wouldn't be able to guess Benson was anything but a two-year-old Bloodhound.

Craig wasn't lying when he said he wasn't attracted to four-leggers. I mean, what normal person was? Much, much less so when she was a literal animal. Still, he had to admit it was amusing to watch his ex-roommate plowing the fertile bitch. It didn't really squick him, so it if helped him get a few more fucks out of Ginny before he got bored with her, was it really so bad?

But the Pomeranian was already in the next room, helping the Bloodhounds untie. Sure enough, Benson had gone all the way again, rump-to-rump with the year-old bitch. His knot was tugging hard at her oversized, bloated spade, Benson just groaning as the fourteen-year-old girl handled his junk. But she seemed to know what she was doing, waiting patiently until he was flaccid enough. “Good girl," she cooed, petting the satisfied feral.

Standing in the doorway, Craig said, “I never knew girls could be so damn horny."

Ginny laughed. “I was getting pretty desperate. The boys at Pendleton are so immature compared to you."

If she only knew how mature. But the feminine Samoyed had always looked younger than he actually was. “You're really going to do it…" he huffed.

“Of course," she grinned, finally pulling the dogs free. Here, Oona!" she called, beckoning the second female to her parent's bedroom. “Up, up!" she called, and Craig watched the dripping Bloodhound hop onto the sheets, never minding the mess she was leaving on the covers. Craig closed the door behind them, not wanting Benson to see what he was up to. With luck, he could keep this whole thing just between Ginny and him.

“Got any paper towels?" Craig asked.

“Roll over," Ginny panted, thinking of Benson. This was all for him. She was going to really push her boundaries, just to get with Benson. She sat on the bed beside Oona as the yearling rolled onto her back, her freshly creamed cookie gushing between her legs. “Don't need 'em," she replied, lowering her muzzle directly down the Bloodhound's belly.

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