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I wanted so badly to stroke my cock, I couldn’t. My fingers slid uselessly up and down my chastity cage, mimicking the motions of masturbation without any of the feeling. Fuck, I was a useless bitch of a pet, just like my feral Mistress Crystal said.

Tommy’s paws were on my hips, his girthy dick hotdogging my springy ass cheeks. He leaned over me, the beaver’s big belly pressing against my back as he brought his muzzle to my ear, panting. His hot breath tickled and sent a pleasant tingle through my body that only made me more desperate for release.

“You like watching your Mistress get pleasured by somebody else don’t you, pet?” he asked. It wasn’t much of a question, my squirming made the answer obvious and, anyway, I had run out of words minutes ago.

I barked and yipped as if I were every bit the feral dog Crystal had made of me. Crystal meanwhile was on her back with Katie–the tall zebra who had been behind the counter when we first entered the store–between her legs. It turned out Katie had a dick, and now her lengthy zebra meat was rubbing all over my Malamute Mistress’s spade and belly.

“Fuck, I need to fill your pussy.” Katie stared into my dog’s eyes with a kind of lust I recognized in myself.

I wished I was in her spot so badly… But what would I even do, with my dick locked up like this? I was well and truly my Mistress’s plaything.

Crystal tilted her head to look into my pleading eyes. “Well Katie, darling, now that you and Tommy are both in place, I think we should begin. Just, make sure to start at the same time, okay? I want my puppy to see the pleasure you’re capable of giving me with that big, juicy dick of yours while he’s getting the brain cells pounded out of him. And Tommy, make sure you pound those brain cells out real good, he only needs simple pet thoughts anyway.”

“Sometimes, Tommy, we have the best damn job in the world.”

“You get to fuck a talker and I get to pound her pet’s bubble butt on lunch break? Yeah, can’t argue with that.”

The co-workers leaned toward one another and high fived. Crystal and I were only a few feet apart, but it felt like lightyears. I wanted to be the one poised to fuck her. I wanted to fill her with my seed. Instead I had to watch her get pleasured by a lady with a bigger dick than me. Being cucked by the dog I bought at a pet store a few days ago was not exactly the direction I thought life would take m-

Fuck. Tommy and Katie had begun. It’d been a while since I’d taken dick and Tommy’s thick cock proved a real workout for my tailhole as it stretched around him. I grit my teeth and grunted, wanting to focus solely on my body, but I was unable: I couldn’t help but watch Katie bury her sizable girldick into my talker Mistress in one long, smooth stroke. Crystal let out a moaning howl, then her tongue lolled out as she watched me, her pet, getting railed at the same time.

“You’ve got a tight bitch here,” Tommy told her, his grip on my hips tightening as he hilted my rear, his balls pressing up against my ass as he let out a satisfied sigh.

Despite my lack of recent practice, my body quickly acclimatized to his size. After all, Tommy was right to call me a bitch. My Mistress chose me as her pet for good reason. With her panting, wide-eyed stare as she watched Tommy breed me, I knew she loved the view. I was leaking from my cage like crazy, a steady trickle of pre passing through the bars and coating my paw as I continually tried and failed to stroke myself off. I wanted to cum, I at least wanted to get all the way hard, but I couldn’t. It was the most frustrating thing I’d ever experienced, and sexy as hell.

I was a breeding bitch, pure and simple. Complex thoughts leaked from my head like the last drops of water from a recently turned-off shower. I let my head sink to the floor and kept my ass high, bouncing my butt back against Tommy as he found his thrusting rhythm, having realized that if I wasn’t going to be able to find pleasure from my cock I may as well get it from my asshole. Fuck, I was getting into it too, yelping and barking, my head thoroughly empty of intelligence.

At the same time, Katie was getting into my Mistress. The zebra woman was giving full on top energy as she pounded my dommy dog; watching them go at it was both glorious and intimidating. Shortly, Katie had wrapped Crystal in her arms and lifted the dog against her chest as she rose to kneeling, allowing the zebra to pound up into my feral Mistress while she held her. That she did, she fucked Crystal hard, barely speaking, concentrating on slapping her balls against the feral’s cookie while Tommy’s balls repeatedly bounced against my butt. The room was filled with the sounds of grunting, whining and ball slapping and thick with the scents of dick, pre and sweat.

Between pleasured barks Crystal commanded Katie to: “talk down to my pet.”

The zebra wasted no time. She stared at me while she spoke, her bigger, thicker cock spearing my Mistress’s dog pussy the whole time. “This is, rrf, how to show, fff, a talker a good time, cuck.”

The utterly emasculating combination of having to watch my Mistress take bigger, better dick while being insulted and simultaneously being pushed down and buttfucked by a dommy beaver, his thick cock working my prostate at double time, permanently altered my brain chemistry. That was it, never again would I pretend I was anything other than the bitch pet plaything I so clearly was. Never again would I question my Mistress’s commands. I was hers, entirely, and if that meant having to watch other people fuck her better than I ever could and being bred by bigger, more dominant men, then that was just my lot in life and… fuck it, I loved it.

All of a sudden I lost control of my body. Either there were no warning signs or, since it had never happened to me before, I’d missed them. But then and there, hands-free, with my needy cock trapped flaccid in its cage, I came. I moaned loud, repeatedly and wordlessly, my body shaking, my caged cock jetting cum as Tommy capitalized on the moment. He shifted his paws from my side to my shoulders, pinning me to the ground as he rutted my ass hard, my hole repeatedly clenching around his length in the throes of my orgasm.

My vision was blurred, I’d gone practically cross-eyed in pleasure, but I saw Katie speed up too, burying her muzzle in my Mistress’s fluffy neck as she buried her bone in the dog over and over. For a moment Tommy and Katie were so in sync, and I was so mentally frazzled, that I almost felt like I was Crystal. It was as if I could feel every deep thrust of Katie’s cock as it came, with Tommy hilting my rear in time with his colleague. The pleasurable delusion lasted until I couldn’t deny reality anymore, as Tommy let out an especially loud grunt before nibbling and licking my ear. His fully hilted cock ground into my still-twitching hole as he joined me in climax, splashing my insides in staccato blasts of cum. Fuck, it felt good to be a bitch.

Still, I wasn’t so lost in our tangled climaxes as not to notice Katie’s. Her final thrust sent reverberations through Crystal’s feral frame. As Katie emptied her balls into my Mistress, she locked my beloved Malamute into a full-on French kiss. Crystal had her eyes on me the whole time, even with her tongue in Katie’s mouth, even with Katie’s cum pumping into her spade. Her eyes told me: you’re mine. They told me: you’re a stupid, simple-minded, bitch-pet, fucktoy, chastity slut, cuck. They told me: and I’ll keep you cared for, well bred and loved forever.

I couldn’t have asked for a better Mistress.