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Seated behind her desk, in the office she’d designed for her own use, June looked like what she was. A very serious minded wolf, focused on the screen behind a spacious and spotless desk. The desk stood on a kind of dais, a necessity to bring her to face-level with just about all of her co-workers and any visitors. Most successful young CEOs would have done this - staying a little after everyone had left, wrapping things up after a big and very lucrative work day. Most of them wouldn’t be naked, but June had never been like most people. Or rather - like most two-legged people.

Four-leggers like her were exceedingly rare on the mainland, and ones born to fully anthro parents were rarer still. Her parents never treated her differently, but for as long as she could remember June had to struggle just to function on equal terms with everyone else around her. The struggles had paid off, as evident by her position. Her parents owned the majority of her company, but it had been her diligent studying and hard work that brought her to where she was now - head itch in charge.

Not that anyone looking at her could confuse her with a feral wolf or dog, even without the elegant smart-collar around her neck. There was a poise to her even when she stood or sat still, a keen intellect behind her eyes. At work it was even more noticeable. The paw that slid along the touch-screen embedded in her desk moved gracefully and efficiently, the manicured claws clicking gently against the glass as she wrapped up her work.

No one would guess how much effort and confidence it took just to be as normal as this. After all, how many two-leggers could act natural and relaxed while being buck-naked all the time? While it was true that her lush fur hid her nipples and she kept her tail down in public (she’d learned to tame her wagging back in kindergarten) there was still the fact that the nightmare people sometimes had - finding themselves naked in public - was an everyday thing for her.

She heard a ding of a new message and via a simple neural implant she had the computerized collar she wore read it to her. That was a perk of being closer to feral than anthros - her hearing was keen enough that a small speaker aimed at her ear delivered sound without even other canines being able to pick it up. And to say nothing of humans, who seemed deaf at times.

Is my junebug flying home anytime soon?

She smiled at the nickname, knowing that Jonathan must have planned something to celebrate her closing the big deal. He was a four-legger like her, but an islander who’d only moved here after college. He at least had the advantage of growing up with others like him, but he seemed to understand how alone June had felt and how much it mean to her that she’d met him. Neither of them were much for cooking, but Jonathan knew the trendiest places to order from, and would no doubt have a nice bottle ready to celebrate.

“Just wrapping things up. See you soon, baby!” she dictated and with her patience spent she closed everything up and jumped of the special chair.

The wolfess stretched the muscles grown stiff from sitting all day, to say nothing of the stress of any last-minute hick-ups. She padded out what seemed like a deserted office building, but her left ear swiveled as it caught a sound. Noise really, from one of the conference rooms. They were supposedly soundproofed, but the people in there were being loud and her ears had caught it without problem.

June was quite big and since all the doors had handles instead of knobs she had no trouble opening it. The locks were electric and her collar opened every one of them, since she was the boss around here. Which should have put the fear of God in the very merry executives gathered in the conference room, the table hosting a variety of high-end liquors. She had their attention, but she could tell by the loose ties and the flushed cheeks on the humans that they were too far gone for the sight of her to fully sober them out.

“This is the part where I remind you that after-hours drinking meet-ups like this are strictly against company policy, and you try to tell me a convincing lie about how I have the wrong idea.” she said, arching one eyebrow. Having a four-legged body meant that she didn’t have the same body-language as everyone else, so June put special attention on facial expressions. An arched eyebrow from her implied arms crossed across her chest, even though her anatomy couldn’t accommodate that.

“Would you believe any lie we could come up with?” asked Irving, a promising junior executive who’s confidence toed the line of good manners even when he was sober.

“No, but it would be a sign of contrition.” June said, truing to sound more upset than she felt. It had been a very good day for the company, but it was her job to run tight ship.

“Mrs. Keens, you know we’ve never done something like this. But we’ve never had a business day like this one before. Today made our quarter… no, our fiscal year! Our shareholders will be jumping for joy and we’ve been under a lot of pressure, so we’re just letting off some steam…”

“On that note… “ chimed in James. A more sly version of Irvin – one with polished manners, but one that June kept a close eye on. “We know that you’ve been under just as much pressure. So would you be our accomplice for at least one drink?”

“And what kind of example would I be setting if I did?” June asked.

“All right we can’t have drinking parties in here. How about if we considered this team-building? Have one drink with us, and in return we’ll promise that drink will be our last one?” Asked James. June didn’t really want to. These guys did good work when kept on a short leash. She’d had to reign them in more than a few times and while she did want everyone who worked here to feel like part of a team she knew she had to be its coach. But it really was a reasonable proposition and she knew that she had to cut her team some slack.

“One drink…” she stressed, remembering a very handsome and attentive wolf waiting for her back home.

“All right! I’ll do the honors…” announced Irving as June climbed into a chair and laid her forepaws on the conference room table. She did it with grace and an ease that didn’t betray just how awkward she used to be before getting the hang of a world designed with two legs in mind. There was a tinkle and a slosh and a second later a crystal tumbler with Chivas Regal over ice was sitting in front of her.

“Here’s to a good day’s work!” James toasted and everyone but June raised their glass before taking a sip. She bent over hers and lapped daintily at the scotch. When she did drink, she preferred wine or a nice cocktail, but it was good whiskey and it was only one glass.

“So, just how many of these little get-togethers did you have without being caught?” she asked, feeling the warmth of the liquor travel down her throat and spread out through her core. After a good but stressful day it felt wonderfully relaxing, enough for June to reconsider her opinion on scotch.

“What, you call this caught? We haven’t even started…” Irving said, not quite drunk enough to slur yet, but enough to get casual with the bitch who normally insisted on formality.

“Irv, maybe you shouldn’t…” suggested a male from across the table, giving the young executive a subtle but meaningful look that would normally have gotten his message across. Rufus was a doberman, albeit two-legged. Went to college on an athletics scholarship and while he didn’t have the business acumen of most of her executives, he could be relied on to keep his team in check. June didn’t really buy into the whole ‘alpha’ thing but a lot of young male hot-heads in the firm did, so she made good use of him. Except for the fact that he seemed to… distract female employees.

“What? I mean, we’re not going to call anyone over tonight. Not now that she’s here…” Irving said, just as June bent over her glass to have another sip.

She had to admit this scotch was really good. The taste was even making her mouth water a little. When she looked back up she almost felt like she’d caught the end of some meaningful glances being exchanged. So that was what they did for fun? Calling in a stripper or even a… well if they did that they must clean up very thoroughly, otherwise her nose would have caught it even the next day. She rolled her eyes at that but didn’t let herself be bothered. The conversation picked back up and sip by sip she’d lapped up everything but the half-melted ice cubes in her glass.

“Okay, the deal was one dr-” she began but stopped mid-sentance when she pushed herself away from the table a little to fast, the chair moving back on it’s wheels and almost dumping her face-first on the floor. Luckily James had been close enough to grab a hold of her.

“Can’t believe it. You seriously dosed the boss?” he asked while June was trying to get her bearings. The scotch and the near tumble had left her with a little dizzy-spell that didn’t seem like it was going anywhere. To make matters weirder, her mouth was still watering and she had to lick her chops just to keep from drooling.

“If not her it would have been some other bitch. Saved us the trouble of a phone-call…”

“So… business as usual?” asked Rufus as June realized she was now the center of attention. She didn’t understand why, and was having a hard time concentrating on anything. “Fuck, you know I want what she’s got, but I didn’t know if the rest of you were up for it…” he said, and it still failed to click in the dazed wolfess’ brain. What was it that set Rufus apart from the others in this room. Apart from… anatomy?

“Nine times outta ten - you’re probably right. But this isn’t just about having fun, we can get that anytime we want. How often are we gonna get a crack at this?” James asked. June became aware that he still had his hands on her even though she was no longer really in danger of falling. He was stroking along her sides, running his hands along her fur. A part of her insisted she get outraged, but the sensation of being stroked was somehow too distracting.

“Get her on the table, let’s get a look at what we’re working with…” said a voice June was pretty sure she was Irving. She was still a little dizzy, and all of them had moved in close as she was scooped up and laid out on the polished wood. Out of the six males surrounding her, it was only the doberman who stood out. The rest were blurring a little because. Because of the drink! They put something in my glass… June realized, but while the realization that she’d been drugged did make her heart race, it did nothing to sober her up. It was six males against one female, but she was a very big, very fit wolfess. If she could shake the effects off she could at the very least get away, but she couldn’t even keep herself from slobbering.

“Sure that stuff works the same way on ferals?” asked… Hugh, as far as she could tell. The lights had been pretty dim when she came in, but now that she was on her back on the desk she was looking up at them and whatever they gave her must have dilated her pupils. She mostly just saw the silhouettes of the six males crowding around her.

“Pretty sure. See how she’s drooling? But let’s check, just to be safe…” said Irvin’s voice.

June’s breathing was becoming labored and she wasn’t sure what he meant until she felt someone quite casually lay a hand on her vulva. The simple but shocking touch made her breath catch in her throat, the shocking reality of her situation hitting her at about the same time a finger was pushed into her canine spade. It went in knuckle deep, and smooth on a single stroke, and the wolfess knew why at once.

“Fuck yeah, this bitch is primed!” Irving said, getting a very enthusiastic response as he raised his hand. June couldn’t see it but she knew that it would be wet. Her mouth wasn’t the only part of her that was drooling.

“Looks kinda weird… what’s it feel like?” someone asked as her sex was once again invaded, this time by two fingers.

“Hot, slick… and fucking tight! Isn’t she supposed to be married?”

“Yeah, some feral named John or something…” added someone else as June tried to squirm enough to at least get her paws under her. Hands were on her in an instant, holding her still with ease while Irvin took his time violating her.

“Fuck, does she even let him fuck her? Or does she just have him trained to eat pussy? Maybe if she got a nice piece of dick on her every now and again she wouldn’t be such a bitch…”

“Well she’s gonna get plenty tonight, so we’ll see how it goes…”

“Yeah, speaking of which…” Irving said, and June’s hackles rose as her ears caught the sound of leather on metal, and then a zipper.

“Y-you can’t… I… I won’t-” was the most she managed to pant out before James wrapped his hand around her muzzle, silencing her as something firm yet sponge pressed against her spade.

“What’s the matter, Irv? Never opened a fortune cookie before?” asked a deep voice, and she knew why Rufus was teasing Irving. She could feel the hot glans of the human cock trying and failing to strike the center of her Y-shaped folds.

“Doesn’t help that she’s so slippery. Barely fingered her and this puppy-pussy’s already drooling. Take her leg, will you?” he asked, and another hand took hold of her hind-paw before June could even consider trying to kick out.

She felt fingers clumsily but effectively prying her spade apart, felt her wet folds open up around a strangely blunt tip. She felt terror and revulsion at the though of what was about to happen, and wished she could just blank it out and pretend it wasn’t happening until they… until it was over. It would have been easy if what they fed her was just a sedative, but even though her mind was cloudy and her muscles unresponsive, her nervous system was primed. Nerve-endings sang as firm heat pressed into the center of her spade and she felt her heart skip a beat as the human’s glans slipped in and caught the tiny canine clit nestled within her Y-shaped vulva, in the perfect position to feel every thrust and throb. Even with her muzzle held shut she whined as her sex opened up, her ears catching Irvin’s groan as his cock slipped deeper into her, sinking smoothly int a slick, hot tunnel.

“Holy shit, she’s hot!” the human groaned, grabbing the wolfess by the waist as he pushed deeper in.

She saw him looking down and knew what he was seeing – her dark spade wrapped tight around his shaft, pulsing and dimpling inward just a little as inches were forced into her body. Not that it was taking a lot of actual force. She didn’t want this, but her body didn’t seem to agree with her mind. By the time smooth-skinned hips met her fluffy rump she’d come close to cumming. The hand let go of her muzzle and the moment it did she began panting like a feral, and the crowd gathered around her didn’t miss that.

“Look at her – the bitch from hell panting like a good girl!” Someone above her head said, reaching out to… to scratch behind her ears!

June closed her eyes and tried to shut it all out – the leers, the laughter, the human shaft now probing gently around her slippery sex. The hands roaming her body, ruffling her fur and teasing the nipples hidden in the soft fluff. Her ears flicked back when Irvin pulled out, her spade clinging to a cock much less smooth than that of a canine. That of her husband, waiting at home without an idea of what was being done to her. His pull out was slow, but Irvin buried himself back in with one firm thrust, coaxing a soft yelp from her that had nothing to do with pain or discomfort. Her body’s responses sickened her as much as they thrilled her assailants. She could tell by the smell in the room just how responsive she was, nor could she withdraw from reality when her nerves insisted she focus and reach blissful release. When her eyes did open, she was struck by a wave of panic that very nearly cut through the haze – the sight of one of the males aiming his phone at her.

“P-please...u-ungh!”

“No need to beg girl, you’re gonna get what you need…” Irvin grunted out, holding her steady as he began to really rut her. June was still trying to catch enough breath to protest when her muzzle was tilted to the left and she came face-to-glans with another naked cock. Her nostrils flared instantly and she began to sniff at the cock pointed at her, earning another round of mocking laughter. She looked up along an expanse of flesh bared by an unbuttoned shirt and caught Hugh leering down at her.

“Look, you know the score – play along and we keep that video private. We’ve got enough already and you don’t really look like you’re here against your will. So be a good girl, and open up…” he said. June had opened her mouth to protest, to beg, to do anything she could think of but before she could Hugh pushed her head down and slid his cock into her muzzle.

June had never been with a human and the feel of one on her tongue was as strange as having one inside her. But the smell, the taste… it was all to familiar. Masculine, sharp, the feel of a throbbing shaft in her mouth… June would wonder later why it had never occurred to her to bite down. Instead she pressed her long lupine tongue to the underside of Jame’s cock and didn’t resist when he began to gently hump into her muzzle.

Her grip on reality was becoming tenuous. She had no idea what the drink had been spiked with, but she knew the effect it was having. At this point she al;so knew what she must look like. Anyone watching that video could tell that she was under the influence of something, but nobody would guess by the look of her that she’d been drugged against her will, or that she hadn’t consented to what was being done to her. It would look like just one of those scandalous office orgies. At best, the people closest to her would believe her, as long as she didn’t…

“Fuck, is she… already?” June heard someone say as she let out a long, whine muffled by the cock mating her muzzle.

“Ohhhh yeah, she’s cumming. Fuck, if she’s done I’m sure as hell not gonna hold back…” said… Irving, most likely, because the next thing June felt was the human’s hips slamming into her as he pounded the canine pussy trying to milk him dry.

The wetness shocked her, and it took her a few seconds to realize what it was. Sperm. She’d only ever been with canines, and had completely forgotten that the lack of knots meant humans didn’t have to stay still during orgasm. Canines did that instinctively even if they accidentally failed to knot, but Irvin kept thrusting even as his cock twitched and sent ropes of cum into her pulsing passage. The young executive pulled out the moment he was done, his still hard cock slipping out and leaving her feeling empty and used as seed dribbled from her spade. For maybe five seconds.

Irving had loosened her up enough for the newcomer to have no trouble pushing his tip in, and once that was inside the rest of the shaft followed in one squelching stroke. She looked out one eye and saw James leering down at her body, stroking up and down her belly and thumbing each nipple as he ground himself into her.

“You know, we lost a lot of opportunities to make a little bit on the side because of you. Because this company is some kind of legacy to you and you’re worried about a good image?” he said, giving her another thrust. A hard one, one that he might have hoped would hurt. June wished it had, but all it did was force more cum out of her slick passage.

“Fuck, she’s slippery…”

“Yeah… think she might be slippery enough…” James said, pulling his cock out. June wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Was he going to make her beg him to put it back in?

She got her answer when the hot, wet tip reappeared a few inches lower. James grabbed her hind-paws and pushed them back, tilting her rear up so that her tail-hole was perfectly exposed. Her eyes were wide with panic but she couldn’t budge an inch, and her attempts to curl her tail down only managed to push it between James’ legs.

Hugh chose that moment to finish inside her muzzle, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her against his crotch as he let loose. June protested and whined around his shaft until she almost choked on the cum being pumped into her mouth. With no other choice, she began to swallow and suckle on the human’s shaft. She wasn’t sure if that had distracted her, or if the drug had relaxed her back there. But after a few pokes that managed to dilate her pucker a little James gave one shove and popped his glans in. June whimpered as her virgin ass was invaded, burning with shame more than pain. There was… discomfort. Heat, and strain and desperate clenching as her body tried to push the intruder out. But the drug had kicked her sex-drive into over-drive and it felt similar enough to what her body craved. Hugh slapped his spent cock against her muzzle, getting a laugh from the rest of the crowd but no reaction from the straining wolfess.

“Damn boss, you’re a natural. Then again you had a stick up your ass for as long as I’ve known you, so you might as well take this…”

June yelps as a cock that feels much bigger than Irving’s is hilted inside her, a sensation so alike what she thought of as normal sex and yet also unmistakably degrading. She’d never let anyone do this to her, not even the male she loved, and now she was being sodomized while a crowd cheered, with the whole thing being recorded. She could feel her body… adjusting to the penetration, the thrusts into her ass becoming less and less uncomfortable as her insides yielded tot he male penetrating her tail. Every time James hilted she felt full, and the way her spade drooled what was left of Irving’s load proved that she really was being filled to her limits. She was trying to time her breathing to his thrusts and had almost managed when her collar began to ring with a familiar ringtone. Jonathan had finally decided to check what was keeping her.

“Who’s calling?” asked James, slowing his pace but keeping himself buried under her tail.

“M-my husband…”

“Well answer him then. Tell him you’ll be a little late, and try not to go into to much detail. You want this to stay our little secret, don’t you?” he asked, and June could only nod as she sent the signal to her collar and picked up the call.

“H-hi honey! Sorry, I know I’m running a little… late…” June said, trying to sound normal and casual, and not high on who-knows-what with a cock twitching in her ass.

“Are you okay? You sound a little winded…”

“Yeah, I just…” June began, wondering if she should try something. Improvise some kind of code that Jonathan would understand but that these six wouldn’t. But the idea of him coming here and seeing her like this made her stomach twist. “...I just got roped into a few drinks with my executives.” she said. A number of the waiting males had taken the opportunity to pour fresh drinks, so the clink of ice and the slosh of liquor would at least help her story. “And it’s not like I can tell them I’m driving home…”

“Don’t worry Jonathan, we won’t keep her much longer and we’ll call her a cab once we’re done…” James said, gloating and intentionally flexing the cock sheathed in the wolfess’ ass.

“S-sorry about this honey. I’ll make it up to you when I get home…”

“I get it. Have fun…” he said, her sweet trusting mate.

“Bye honey. I… I love you…” she said, forcing the words out the way she wished she could force out the cock stuffed under her tail.

“Nice. You handled that like a good girl, so you deserve a treat…” James said.

His idea of a treat turned out to be his thumb in her spade, and no reprieve from her first ever ass-fucking. Nobody wanted to chance her muzzle as James began to ride her ass hard, causing her enough discomfort for her jaws to clench and her lupine teeth to show. The drug dulled the pain, but this was too humiliating and uncomfortable for her to cum, even with James pumping her lupine sex, trying to get her to do just that.

It did serve to distract her at least a little, letting her forget the cock pistoning in and out of her ass right until it began to twitch. June grimaced as James groaned, marking her as no male ever had and staying sheathed until he’d started to grow soft. When the next male pushed himself into her lupine pussy, it was almost a relief. She’d suffered through the rutting, and when a fresh cock was presented she didn’t have to be told to open her mouth. The one humping her finished first, so she was spared having to swallow another load as she was spun around onto her belly and the spit-slick cock was jabbed under her tail. She whimpered as her ass was taken again, but the load James had left in her served as decent lube and the male mounting her had been close enough to cumming that it didn’t take him long to make the mess bigger.

“Fuck, look at her. Isn’t that a pretty sight?” rumbled Rufus, and even with her mind still in the grip of both whatever they drugged her with and recovering from her shameful orgasms, she didn’t miss the hunger in the doberman’s tone.

“Surprised you let us break her in. Don’t you have those alpha instincts – the biggest dog breeds first and all that?” asked Irving, while pushing his phone in to get a good shot at whatever expression June was wearing.

“That’s one way to look at it…” the big canine replied, grasping the wolfess’ haunches as he did. “The other is to let the smaller males go first, fuck the bitch hard enough to churn their loads out, and then knot her good before seeding her…” he explained, strong fingers digging into both fur and the muscle underneath as he gave her a grope that let her know just how strong his grip was.

“You gonna give her some pups?” she heard Marco ask, his cock still semi-hard as he grabbed her scruff and pushed it against her muzzle. June winced but her nostrils flared and her mouth opened with no more prompting than that, the bitter taste of sperm and the cloying musk of her own sex smeared over her tongue as she cleaned the cocky exec.

“Nah, she uses suppressants. Never once smelled heat on her. If she was in season, you damn well better believe I would have taken the first crack at her.” he said, making the wolfess stiffen as he pressed the hard heat of hic cock against her drooling spade.

There was no poke of a tapered tip against the mess leaking from her puffy vulva – he was just rubbing himself against her to tease her. And there was no mistaking canine anatomy even from just that touch – the texture, even the heat of him was so much different. So much much more like… like Jonathan. The thought was as bitter as the taste of cum in her mouth. Would she wind up remembering this every time she made love to her husband?

“Knot, huh? Never seen that in person. She’s lucky we loosened her up, taking that monster won’t be easy…”

“It gets a lot bigger. But by the time it does it’s gonna be buried in this puffy little bitch-cunt. Making sure she takes every drop, like a good girl…” Rufus growled lustily, groping June’s ass a few more times before one hand moved to grip the base of her tail.

He pulled it hard enough for more warm seed to leak out of her well-used ass and June found her breath catching in her throat as a slim canine taper pressed into the center of her spade. She felt him sink maybe half an inch into her, his anatomy perfectly designed to open her up without any fidgeting. The fact that she was slippery only helped the Doberman as he pulled back on her tail and drove his hips forward. June yelped even with a cock stuffed in her muzzle, the previous ruttings having done little to prepare her for a huge anthro canine sheathing himself inside her in one savage stroke. Her forepaws scrabbled pathetically against the polished surface of the desk as her hind-legs kicked out, but even without the drug Rufus’ grip was too firm and the huge doberman was in full control over her body.

“Fuck,that’s a good girl, squeeze down on me!” The big dog growled while June fought to stay conscious as her body adjusted to the brutal penetration and the sheer size of her latest mate.

“Holy shit, that was wild! Can’t believe she just took that…” Irvin said, moving around again and no doubt looking for a good angle of June’s sex twitching around the doberman’s girth.

“Ferals are tougher than they look. And tighter! Fuck June you should let your hubby hump more often. If you’d been getting a wolf regularly you wouldn’t be gripping me like you want a tie on the first… thrust!” he grunted, pulling his knot and several inches out. June closed her eyes as she felt warm cum leak from her when the bulge was pulled out, and managed not to whimper when it was shoved back in.

Rufus was the biggest male in that conference room in every sense of the word, and as he began to pump into her June was feeling just how big. It was obvious she wasn’t his first feral, and even when they leered and laughed at her, the others seemed to respect on some deep, instinctive level, that the body they were using was that of a predator. For Rufus, she was a bitch, and it showed with the way he handled her. He had the same kind of instincts she did – if your partner looked like a vicious killing machine, that promised strong pups. It inspired arousal, rather than fear.

He also knew how to work a knot into and out of a spade. Anthro bitches had a slit much the same as human women, but it could never grip a knot quite as hard as a bitch. A pull-out, while painful, was always possible. Rufus kept his pace fast, never leaving his knot in her for longer than a fraction of a second. A brutal pace that didn’t give her a chance to clamp down and keep him from using her like a stray in heat. He was already making this last far too long, but when several thrusts ended without a hard bulge being forced into her, June allowed herself to hope...

“Think you missed your chance Rufus. You’re not sinking that monster back in…”

“Shows what… you know!” the big dog growled.

She felt hands leave her haunches and her tail and then saw them on either side of her head as Rufus leaned over her. The next thing she felt were teeth fastening on her scruff - a firm and unmistakable mating bite. Something her body realized on a basic level, her limbs growing slack as her body submitted to the bite in a way it hadn’t even to the drug they fed her. And not just her limbs. She could feel the next thrust mash a little harder against her spade and was sure the dog mounting her hadn’t missed the way the soft, puffy flesh had yielded. There was a delay of a second or two, just enough for a doberman to brace his feet and then a lunge.

eyes went wide as June yelped like a feral bitch a sound matched by the growling groan from Rufus, a noise barely muffled by the scruff he was still biting down on.

“Holy shit, he actually did it!” remarked someone with a good view. June barely heard the words, with her won heartbeat thudding in her ears, and the doberman’s throbbing in her sex. Rufus released her scruff and got back up as his knot swelled in the wolfess’ tunnel with every beat of his heart.

“Told you I’d tie her. Fuck, that’s a tight bitch…” he growled, giving June’s haunches a slap.

“Shit, her spade looks like it swallowed a tennis-ball!” Irving remarked, but June doubted Rufus still heard him. She knew that he was bigger than that, and once the knot reached it’s full size she felt the whole shaft twitch as much as it could. The tip was nestled against her cervix, and as the first spray of doberman spunk surged directly into her womb, the wolfess knew it was only her heat suppressants that were saving her from walking out of here with the doberman’s pups.

It was too much, the throbbing inside her feeling like the ticking of a time-bomb to the knotted wolfess. When it went off, she lost the final shred of dignity she’d been clutching and let out something between a howl and a whine as she came, milking the male even though her womb was already full to overflowing. She could feel how tautly she was stretched around the doberman, and knew that with a grip like that on his knot it would take forever for the two-legged canine to shrink down enough to slip out. She had little doubt of how she’d be passing that time, and when a hard cock was pushed against her muzzle she folded her ears and opened her mouth, meekly suckling while the other males laughed.

And waited their turn...