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I had groceries I needed to bring in from the car. That's what I recall being most upset about at the time. That I had ice cream that was melting because I couldn't get it in the freezer, that's what really got under my skin. I was upset about the rest of it, of course. And the eggs. I had two dozen eggs and a bottle of wine together in a paper bag, and all of that got smashed against the driveway as one hundred and fifteen pounds of Bernese mountain dog slammed into the back of my legs, knocking me forward. "The *fudge*!" Mustn't curse in front of the kids, even if I was being attacked. "Good boy!" called a voice from behind me. "Now pin!" That same one hundred fifteen pounds of mountain dog was up on top of me, all four paws pressing me against the driveway pavement. Maybe I could have thrown him off, but I was too stunned and I didn't have the leverage anyway. "Good boy, keep her pinned! Let's see what we've got." There was another mouse coming up behind me, one in leather hunting gear, and she didn't hesitate to reach down and yank at my dress. Immediately I felt exposed, feeling the air against my thighs - and the furry paws of the dog pressing against my legs, keeping me there. "What the fu- fudge," I repeated. "What are you doing?" "Let's see what we've got... oh, the girl mouse has a nice big cock in her panties. Well fortunately that's not going to be a problem..." And with that, the other mouse (who I presumed was also a girl from her voice) tore those off as well, leaving my bottom half entirely exposed to the neighborhood. My cock stiffened as it was exposed to the crisp autumn air, I couldn't really help the reaction that part of my body was having. "Someone call the cops, I'm being raped!" I called. I assumed that's what was happening, some random crazy woman with her dog had attacked me. "Nah ah ah, I'm a fully licensed breeder doing a licensed breeding. It's an entirely legal rape, and nobody's going to help you. "Fudge," I said, realizing the trouble I was in, and tried again to get away. She was ready for me, though, going around to my front to help her dog pin me down. "No getting away till we're done making puppies," she chided. "Now how about you get those nice healthy puppy-making hips up in the air for me, make this easy on all of us?" "Screw you," I said. I thought about biting her, but I knew that wouldn't end well... she had a legal right to attempt this, and while I could try to get away, I couldn't injure her or her dog in the process. That was a quick way to get an assault charge *and* a belly full of puppies. "Oh no my good bitch, screw *you*," she said back at me, showing her teeth in a big grin. "It's fine if you don't want to cooperate, the result's going to be the same anyway. Andre, lift." I felt her dog dig in its paws under my middle and attempt to pull me upwards, and it wasn't shy about using its claws. "Ow! Ow, fudge, that hurts!" "He's trained to mount up on bitches no matter what," she said, patiently. "He'll start using his teeth next if he can't get you in mounting position." "Okay, okay, I'll cooperate," I eventually said, not finding a way out of this. "Just..." I looked around. There wasn't anyone I could see, but this was still all taking place right in my driveway right in the middle of the neighborhood. "Can't we go inside or something? Everyone can see this!" "What's the problem? It's perfectly natural for a dog to mount up on a bitch. It's just what dogs do," she said, not seeming anywhere near as self-conscious as I was about the whole thing. "It's educational, really. If you're going to take much longer, maybe we'll invite all the neighborhood kids over so they can watch the miracle of life happen." "Come on..." I complained. And when the dog scratched at me again, I groaned and lifted my hips up, getting my knees under me. "There, happy?" "Not yet, not until we get Andre nice and pushed into you. Andre, mount up, there's a good boy." Andre hadn't waited for her command before he started moving. He was in what was clearly a familiar situation for him, having someone with their hips up beneath him. Immediately I felt something hard poking at my rear before she finished speaking. "Uh, hey, Andre," I called back at him. Maybe I could convince the dog not to mount me. "I've got treats- FUCK!" And that was that. I felt the thick dog dick pierce right into my exposed tailhole, spreading me open. It wasn't the biggest I'd taken, but it was certainly the most insistent and the fastest first thrust I'd ever had. "What happened to 'fudge' and watching your language?" the handler inquired. She was still grabbing onto my wrists and pinning me down against the driveway during all of this. "Couldn't you have lubed him up first or - ow, something?" I complained. Andre hadn't waited for me to get used to him - he had a hole to thrust into and he was going to thrust into it. I felt his fuzzy hips slam against mine, again and again. "Whyever for?" she asked, feigning puzzlement. "Not being lubed up isn't bad for him." "Funny, funny - for *me*, obviously!" I yelled. "It fudging hurts! Or at least put some caps on his claws or something, he's scratching up my back..." "And again... whyever for?" she asked, and then dropped the feigned confusion. "Oh right, because you *do not matter*." "You're a suburban breeding bitch," she said, looking down at me. "Your health only matters to me for as long as you're able to bring a litter of purebred puppies to bear. If you get scratched, bitten, if your tailhole hurts, I literally could not care any less. All that you're good for is to lift up that pretty tail and submit for breeding to a purebred stud dog like Andre. And you should be thanking me that it's him breeding you and not some mutt off the street." "It shouldn't be any dog- fudge, fudge..." I winced. Andre was really getting into it, and continuing to not be gentle. "You should consider yourself lucky, actually. I sometimes charge hundreds of dollars for Andre to breed someone. Bitches like you will pay out the nose for a single session to get seeded with his purebred cum, and here I'm doing it for free." "Yeah? Then you should go find- FUDGE!" I managed to not swear that time, but it was a close thing, because I had felt something much thicker force its way into my poor tailhole. "Ow, ow, it stings..." "Oh that'd be his knot, probably," she said. "About time. Andre, you ready to properly claim her like the suburban bitch that she is?" "C-claim?" "Mmmhmm. He'll prove to the whole world that you're nothing more than his suburban housewife bitch, good for nothing more than carrying his puppies, by pumping you full of purebred cum. Nothing more than another conquest." "And of course, once he cums, that's when you'll be properly bred," she taunted. "Full of doggy cum, doesn't matter if you don't have the plumbing, Andre's purebred enough that he can still knock you up. And then you'll start swelling up, using your body as nothing more than an incubator for purebred, in-demand mountain dog puppies, won't that be nice." "Fudge, I don't want to be pregnant," I gasped. "Especially not with dogs!" "Better than whatever sort of middle class picket fence suburban babies your pathetic husband could give you. If he even *could* knock you up, what with that dick of yours..." She peered. "Oh my," she taunted. "You can say whatever you want, but your body loves this, doesn't it?" "W-what?" I panicked. "Your cock is hard as a rock. You're *dripping*. You actually love this, don't you? You love bending over for a dog... at least as long as it's a superior purebred dog like Andre. Or maybe it's just that your body recognizes him, that it knows its true function is to receive him. That you're not complete without a stud like Andre plowing you out here in broad daylight. That you don't feel fulfilled unless your body is being used to gestate a litter of his puppies. That you're really, truly, nothing more than a suburban breeding bitch." "I- I just- AH!" I felt wetness deep inside me. Andre was still thrusting (and clawing at me, which still hurt) but I could feel him go off. "Oh I know that face. That's a well-bred bitch. How's it feel, knowing you're knocked up with purebreds?" she asked. When I didn't bother answering, she continued. "How's it feel, knowing you're about to swell up? Andre's litters aren't small, either - A girl of your size, I'm expecting at least four or five. You're going to look absolutely beautiful and radiant, pregnant with grade A pups like what Andre pumps into bitches like you." "Fudge..." I gasped out. "This is awful. I guess... at least I'll have purebred puppies. You said they were in high demand?" I was trying to find a silver lining. "... Hmm? Oh, do you think you get to keep them?" She looked shocked. "Oh no. They're going to be *my* puppies. You're simply the bitch who's giving birth to them, nothing more." I blinked. "But... but they're coming from *my* body. They're *my* puppies." "Oh no no no no no, dear. I'm a licensed breeder, Andre is a licensed stud, you're just some random suburban bitch who looked healthy enough to bear a litter for him. You aren't involved beyond us borrowing that cute little tailhole of yours." "Of course even though they're not *yours*, you still need to take care of them," she said. "I expect you to bear them to term of course, eat a good diet to make sure they emerge nice and healthy. And once they're born you'll need to nurse them, of course... None of this formula stuff, no bottle feeding either. I expect you to have a puppy on each tit sucking you dry *whenever* they're hungry, day or night." "You can't be serious..." I groaned. "Deadly serious, my good bitch. And if you don't take good care of my puppies to the standards I demand, I have every right to sue you for ruining the breeding and wasting Andre's premium seed, and I've never once lost in court when a bitch thinks she can shortcut her responsibilities. If you think that being bred in the middle of the neighborhood is humiliating, wait until you're bending over for Andre in the middle of a courtroom, my dear." I didn't have an answer other than to groan. "So with the breeding out of the way... I should take some pictures," she said, getting up. I heard her phone's shutter go off several times as he circled around me, taking photos of me coupling with the dog from every angle, and then when Andre finally pulled off of me she got some closeups of my gaping asshole dripping with his seed. "There we go, the sign of a well-bred bitch. I bet I could find some advance buyers for these puppies today, with these pictures." She collected her dog and left without another word, leaving me lying in the middle of the driveway, bottomless and dripping with dog cum. It took everything I had to get up to my feet, salvage my broken and thawing-out groceries as best as I could, and then limp my way inside to put everything away. And then the next thing I did, after I put the groceries away, took a long shower, and cleaned up the mess in the driveway? I sat down on my bed, and pawed myself off, and came harder than I ever had before. It didn't take long, just a matter of days, before I started showing. Dog pregnancies go faster than people pregnancies, after all. It took just two months between the day I got bred and the day I was laid out on a veterinary hospital giving birth. The vet was nice at least. He didn't ask questions, though he did compliment me on how healthy the puppies came out. And, well, I did have to nurse them. I actually got a certified letter in the mail, the day after I gave birth, listing out the demands. I had to let the puppies nurse from my breasts regularly, which... well, producing milk was a new experience I wasn't sure I'd ever have. I had to feed the puppies properly, newspaper train them, take them for walks... raising puppies was my full time job for a few weeks. That part was harder than the pregnancy, really. All of that, and... one day they were gone. Someone showed up at my door, along with another demand letter, and then the puppies I'd birthed and raised were taken away. ... Well, most of them were taken away. I hated, loathed, giving that breeder any money, paying her hundreds of dollars after what she and her dog had done to me. But I just couldn't give all of them up. I kept one puppy. This one next to me, say hello to Andre Jr. He's a handsome stud, isn't he? And then when Andre Jr was all grown up, I applied for my own breeding license, took the exam, did a few practice runs on easier targets, and tracked that breeder down and left *her* with a belly full of Andre Jr's puppies. I recorded the whole breeding encounter, of course. I watch it practically every night. But anyway, that's how and why I became a licensed puppy breeder. And I'm sure all of you here have your own reasons - maybe you were on the receiving end of a breeding like I was. Maybe you have a purebred dog already and want to make some money on making and selling puppies without having to raise them - and trust me, the money is good. Maybe you just want to see dogs rape people up close. I'm not judging. Welcome to the breeding license exam prep course, whatever your reason is, and may we all together bring lots of beautiful puppies into the world. Ideally, using some other bitch's body to do it, of course.