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Pheeze hated Amanda. Wait, that's too kind. Pheeze fucking hated the dumb bitch. He hated her prissy, smug demeanor that was unearned. He hated how she talked down to those that weren't 'pure', something especially irritating to the otterdog. She looked down on him from his pattern so typical to shepherds to the rudder so typical of otters. He hated how she made it seem that she would go out with him only to back out at the last minute because

"I can't sully myself with a mutt like you." Fucking bitch

Pheeze remembered those words every minute he had to be around her. It was aggravating too because she only got the job because of her mom. Now she was a different story. Diane was a gorgeous older rabbit that Pheeze admired and respected. Her fur had lost some of its luster but her blue eyes still twinkled every time she would smile at Pheeze. Diane and he got along so well that he could call her by her first name at work and get away with it. Everyone else, including Amanda had to refer to her as Mrs. Monroe.

For that reason, Pheeze always suspected that Amanda resented him. But Pheeze was an accountant and it was hard to argue with his results. He had saved the firm close to half a million dollars since starting, something he was rather proud of but something still felt off with the books. The expenses still seemed a bit too heavy.

It took months of digging and work for him to find out what exactly was the problem. And oh, did discovering her responsible for it feel so perfect.

Pheeze sat in his office at home one night, looking over the financials for the past two years and he made sure it was right.

"Shit, this has to be wrong right? There's no way we're spending that much." It made no sense and Pheeze pulled up the digitized receipts for company expenditures. Every month the teams would show their expenses and be audited to make sure that the charges were accurate. But if the auditor was an idiot or trying to cover something up, well it became much harder to figure out the discrepancy.

"Dylan Thomas," Pheeze muttered the name of the file. He looked it over and quirked his eyebrow. Every single month there was a charge of the exact same amount. Three weeks apart, like clockwork. It felt so obvious that there was something else happening here. The charge was for a motel not far from the office. He glanced down at the name of the auditor and his stomach lurched.

"Fucking bitch. Of course it's Amanda," he grumbled, leaning back and sighing out in just his boxers and a tight tank top. He got up from his desk and grabbed his bottle. Pheeze had enough for one night. It was time for some stress relief. He took the final drink of his beer before moving up the stairs and going into the master bedroom. The room was dark and there on his bed, naked in all her glory was Diane.

"Hey, handsome," she grinned, turning the page in her book. "Finish up with work?"

Pheeze nodded and pulled his shirt off. The rabbit glanced up and put the bookmark back inside before setting it aside. She pulled her glasses off and smiled.

Pheeze couldn't help but trail his eyes over her bare chest. He'd always been fond of her looks. Even before the two slept together, they would flirt and complement one another. Pheeze was happy to jack off to her from afar, not planning on making a move, but a mistaken text that exposed the dog's generous endowment. It was funny, he was so worried that she would fire him or file sexual harassment charges on him, but instead it started the most sexually satisfying relationship of his life.

The first day after it happened, she'd cornered him in the breakroom late at night and grabbed his cock through his slacks. He'd fucked her four times that night. At least. It was a little hazy for him, to be honest. But the way she'd woken him up the next morning, kissing his cock and placing it between her breasts for a titjob made Pheeze understand that she was something else. She was just as dirty and perverted as he was.

"So, what were you in the mood for tonight?" Pheeze growled to Diane. He climbed over her body, getting on hands and knees above her. Diane's eyes traced every detail of his form, from his strong jaw and wicked eyes, to his chest she'd so often gripped and his abs. She wasn't shy to admit that she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her.

"I want you to use your mouth, if you don't mind." Her eyes gleamed at his face, remembering the first time he ate her out in the bathroom at a business conference.

Pheeze could only laugh with her telling him what to do. The nerve of her! He pushed his lips to hers. Diane's hand gripped his fur, feeling his tongue push into her mouth. She moaned as he dominated the kiss, lips eating away, hungry for more. Large paws grabbed her wrists and held them down. She didn't try and fight it, though her wet nethers still kissed his sheath when he pressed down. She whimpered at the feeling of teeth on her lips.

"N-naughty," she panted, heaving chest drawing his eye.

"Says the woman who called in sick the day after I tied you the first time," Pheeze laughed, his cock growing up against her body.

"Oh, please. It hurt so bad even you felt me crushing your knot," Diane said, drawing her legs up around her hips. She locked them around his hips, feeling his tapered red shaft press to her lips. "Besides, your cocky mind keeps pretending that you didn't black out for a few seconds after I sucked your dick that first time."

Pheeze had enough. But so had Diane. This was the game that they always played. They riled each other up enough where both of them were ready to feel all the pleasure that the other could offer. When Pheeze kissed her, Diane used her legs to pull him in, forcing him all the up to his balls.

She squealed at the sudden intrusion but it was lost in his smothering kiss and bucking hips. All their arguments--playful or not--were gone. The only thing that she cared about was his cock. She needed him, and both of them knew damn well that his lust for her was just as severe.

Pheeze put his muscles to work right away. He pushed in deep and ground his hips into hers, soaking both his cock and his surrounding pubic region in her fluids. Her walls clung to him, like a lover when a soldier goes off to war, but this war was different.

Her body yielded to his, accepting each thrust graciously. She clawed at his back asking for more, wanting his all. And Pheeze gave it to her. His body slammed into hers, forcing her walls to clutch ever tighter, trying to keep him in. His paw found its way to her throat and held her in place. The primal grip that made her whole body glow. She was his. She was unequivocally his bitch, but she was hardly submissive. Evolution granted her a powerful pair of legs and she used it to her advantage.

Her feet were placed firmly on the bed and she bounced herself up to meet him. It was something she'd never done before. The cocky mutt at least had the good decency to at least have the skill to back up his boasts. When she pushed up once the angle of impact was something else entirely. It felt as if the breath was stole from her. Diane's whole body tingled with pleasure. Her legs quaked and shook. Her breathing was ragged, leaving her a gasping, quivering, cumming mess.

"Cumming so soon?" Pheeze sneered at her. The otterdog was bigger than her in stature so when he filled her, he really filled her. The near-constant pressure on her g-spot was heavenly and cruel all at once.

She gasped when his cock pushed in farther, his knot taunting her cunt with half its size. The rabbit's eyes shot forward, her ears drooping.

"S-so soon?" she gasped out to return the taunt to him. Though her eyes could barely focus on him, Pheeze saw it plain on her face. Diane could tell something was wrong.

"Got something..." He groaned, his knot popping into her with an audible slurp. She squealed, body tensing up once again. Her walls squeezed down on his member, tugging on his knot, trying to do the impossible and force him in deeper. "On my mind," he gasped out. His eyes were far off, though that could because of his nearing peak or the thoughts which consumed his head.

What words she had were devoured by a moan that shook her whole being. She squirmed around, writhing in pleasure to keep the feeling of bliss and pleasure and need going.

Diane was his, and she would admit it even if he wasn't tied to her.

He hadn't cum yet though.

"S-so what's on your mind, stud?" she asked, paw rubbing his cheek.

"Your fucking daughter," he growled. His teeth grabbed her nipple and tugged hard enough to elicit a gasp. "I think she's the embezzler. Or she's helping them at least."

Diane only just feigned surprised. It wasn't a secret that Amanda had been a handful since birth and she only got worse as she got older. Now, Diane bristled every time that she came to her asking for money, a place to stay or to bust a boyfriend out of jail. Diane was so tired of it, that when she gave her the job she told her that she had to fly straight or fall. Pheeze remembered the 23 year old promising that she could, but that was clearly not the case.

"Fucking bitch! Of course she is." Diane sighed, her paw rubbing at the small of Pheeze's back. True to form, it made his tail wag just a little. The rabbit knew all of his little tricks. "So what do you plan on doing?"

Pheeze grinned, tail still going. "First," he slammed in hard; bucking away at her so hard that Diane's eyes went cross. She couldn't do much of anything, but still she squeezes her walls around him, feeling that twitching, pulsing shaft buried so deep inside of her that it hurt. Oh, it hurt something horrible.

"First, I'm going to fill you up." Pheeze spat out through gritted teeth. Diane gasped at the sudden increase in pace. She was at his mercy as he bounced off of her and back into her with the same reckless abandon. It was something else. He was angry--no--Pheeze was furious and she was his stress relief. She gasped out loud, cut short by the paw squeezing her throat, claws keeping her in her place. His knot finally pulsed with the rest of his shaft and she felt her whole body burned and twitched in perfect unison with his.

Diane's body went limp, laying there while he filled her up. Her stomach bulged out--maybe that was just the alcohol talking but that's what Pheeze seemed to see. She looked up at her employee and cupped his cheek.

"W-well," she gasped, riding on the edge of yet another orgasm. "You filled me up... what's part two of your plan?"

Pheeze gave her a trademark smirk and she came the same time his cock flexed up against her g-spot.

Pheeze was pretty sure that she came again after that. It was hard to tell when all her peaks blurred together.

* * *

Pheeze sat out on the balcony the next night. He took a long drag from a cigar and sighed. The evening air was blowing through his fur. Diane was on her bike, doing her work out. The otterdog appreciated the dedication to figure as she aged the same way that he appreciated her ass every time he fucked it senseless. He was a man of simple tastes.

And speaking of simple, there was Amanda's car, pulling up to the driveway right on time. Pheeze moved back from the balcony, wearing his boxers and nothing else when he went back into the Master Bedroom.

"Show time," he grunted.

When he got downstairs, Pheeze found Amanda rummaging in the kitchen. Somehow, despite the affair going on for months, Amanda had still never found out about their relationship. Pheeze again found himself detesting her. Though, seeing the rabbit's butt in such a short pair of shorts did remind Pheeze of the time when Diane was on the phone with her when he fucked her ass.

Pheeze couldn't think of a better memory.

"What are you doing, Amanda?" Pheeze said, leaning on the doorway.

"Pheeze!" The rabbit jumped in the air. She turned her head, ears dropped in confusion. Whether it was from his presence there or his lack of clothes, well, the shepherd knew it was both. It was still satisfying to see that despite her blabbing mouth, her eyes went down to his crotch.

"What the fuck are you doing in my mom's house? Where are your clothes?" she barked at him, eyes narrowing.

It was always so cute to see a rabbit try and be intimidating.

"I'm fucking her, what's it look like I'm doing?" he moved to the fridge, grabbing the leftovers that Amanda typically would bring to her mom on the weekend. He opened the box up and picked at the salad, hoping for meat. "Fucking herbivores," he grumbled, tossing the box to the floor beside them.

"What the fuck?! You're fucking her? That's sick! You're taking advantage of a defenseless woman for your sick pleasures?"

Pheeze laughed. He began laughing, building up to a crescendo that left him keeled over. "Oh, that is rich. Taking advantage of her? Please, have you ever asked your mom what she does? She came onto me and begged me to fuck her." He pointed to a scar on his neck and snickered. "That little beauty is from her. I'd hardly call her defenseless.

Amanda's jaw dropped and those long ears hung by her head.

"That's a lie."

"Believe whatever the fuck you want to believe. There's only one villain here." He grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped the lid off using the counter. Amanda moved back into the corner of the room the more that Pheeze walked into the room. He could see how uneasy she was by being cornered by the male. His large paw wrapped around the bottle cap and whipped it at the rabbit, hitting her straight in the chin.

"And that villain would be you. You know why? Because, despite your mom's best intentions to raise you right, you still ended up a stuck up bitch and I'm tired of it. You want to get money from her and take no responsibility. Well, that ends today."

Amanda's eyes were fiery. Good. He liked a challenge.

"What the fuck do you even know?" she snapped, her pitiful act of defiance was almost cute. Almost.

"Everything," Diane said from the doorway to the kitchen. "I told him everything, dear. All those years getting me to bail you out from any situation. The whining and the bitching, oh I'm so sick of it." She was dressed in just a sports bra and a pair of workout pants that clung to her ass so wonderfully. Best of all, Amanda seemed to notice the effect that outfit had on Pheeze.

"Mommy..." Amanda whined.

"Mommy's not here anymore," Pheeze grinned. His paw grabbed the rabbit by her throat to keep her in place.

Diane took that as a cue, moving behind him, arms wrapped around her lover's chest before giving him a kiss.

"What the fuck?!" Amanda managed to choke out. Her arms fought in vain against the paw that held her throat so hard.

"Watch your fucking mouth," Diane spat. "Did you think that we wouldn't discover your cover up of all the money that Dylan has been embezzling? It's pretty easy to see that something has been up with the two of you, considering you fucked in the copy room."

Amanda's whole world was crashing down. Tears streamed down her face, the mascara running into her fur. She kicked her legs at him, striking Pheeze on his leg. He pulled her back, shoving her to the wall. That seemed to end her fighting as much as it was.

"Are you going to fire me?" Amanda whimpered. Her ears were down and she looked at the two of them with pleading eyes.

"No," Pheeze said. "You'll keep working, though you won't be working with Dylan. Don't much care for what you do with him. But you'll be spreading your legs for me, Amanda."

Her ears flew up and her eyes grew large. "What?!" She stammered, looking around, but she saw no escape. "Mom, he's not serious is he?"

Diane shrugged. "Well, you did say that he was a mutt and beneath you. Which, honestly, Amanda, I taught you better than to be a bigoted little cunt."

"I never..." she was really crying now, tears streaming down her face. "I never meant it seriously. I was just playing around..."

"Diane," Pheeze growled. He looked over to the rabbit's mom and nodded his head. The woman moved in, pulling the rabbit's shorts down. With no panties, Amanda's swollen pussy was suddenly revealed, much to her chagrin. Pheeze grinned, looking at her meaty labia like a piece of, well, meat.

"Oh, Amanda," Pheeze chided the embarrassed young girl. "You get turned on by abuse? How fun." He snickered before cupping her mound. She bucked her hips into his grip.

"S-shut up. Mom, don't let him. You know what will happen... What happens when rabbits mate! At least make him use a condom!" Amanda pleaded but it was no use. Amanda was on her knees, pulling Pheeze's boxers down.

The large red cock plopped free, striking the MILF on the face but she was eager to put her lips on the tip and lather it with the attention that she knew it deserved. He was a stud, one that could tell a girl's mom he wanted to knock her up and have her agree. Diane had no shame, sucking the cock right in front of her daughter. If she was in Amanda's place, she might have a shred of decency but in this instance, she stood on equal footing with Pheeze. She wanted him to enjoy himself, so she moved all the way down, choked by the sheer cock's size.

"M-mom!" Amanda's cries fell on deaf ears. "Pheeze, I wasn't... I never meant to be so mean to you, please."

"You said something to me when I asked you out, Amanda. You looked me in the eyes and said 'I can't sully myself with a mutt like you.' Well, I'm happy you think so, because now you get to see why your mother loves being with me so damn much. So turn around for me so I can fuck you properly."

Amanda looked like the wounded animal she was. Her feet padded on the tile and turned her back to him. She jutted that cute, fuckable, ass out for him.

"That's enough, Diane," Pheeze grunted and the woman slid off of his cock with an audible pop.

"What do you want me to do then?" she asked him.

Pheeze shrugged, his paws grabbing Amanda's hips and bringing his own up to meet hers. She groaned when she felt his cock brush up against her sex, the shaft still glistening with the spit of her mom.

"Eat my ass if you want to," the otterdog muttered. And then he pushed forward, using his strong body to spear her cunt open wide around his shaft.

Amanda whimpered, her ears perked up. They came down when he pulled his hips back, and shot back up when he slammed his whole cock in again. The rabbit was in pain but it was a beautiful pain that seemed to make her whole body sing. She seemed to relish in his force and brutality. It was all so much and intense.

"F-fuck," she groaned through gritted teeth.

Pheeze laughed, his tail raised for Diane. Her tongue dragged over his clean pucker--he wasn't that much of an asshole--and on occasion pushed in just enough to make him groan.

Balls deep in a woman while her mom ate his ass, it was just what Pheeze needed. He kept his thrusts slow but they were powerful, little punctuations to her little whimpers and moans. The dog kept his body moving, slamming in hard, his balls slapping between her cunt and her mother's face. But neither of them seemed to mind. Diane, by all appearances, luxuriated in licking and practically worshipping the ass-end of her lover. Her ears twitched against his tail, straining to hear his moans and the squelching of her daughter's mean streak. It had to stop and Pheeze wanted to be the one to put her in her place once and for all.

"Harder!" Amanda rasped.

Pheeze chuckled at that.

"The bitch who tried to deny it is finally ready to get fucked?" he squeezed her tit hard enough that her ear dropped at the pain.

"Fuck me! Come on and just fuck me like you mean it, Pheeze!"

It was just what he wanted to hear. He slammed her into the wall, thrusting away at her, balls slapping into her hard enough to sting. But the rabbit just squealed. Her paws ran down the wall, trying to find something to hold onto as he used her the way she begged him to. Her body and Diane's stunk of sweat and arousal. It filled the air, pungent and all-consuming; it drove the otterdog wild.

He shoved Amanda's head into the wall, his body crashing into hers, not letting anything stop him. His cock rammed her cervix but even through the pain she must have felt, the bitch kept moaning out with increasing desperation.

She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight as pain and pleasure filled her up. And she came. Oh did she cum, her body twitching around his. She clamped down on his battering cock, squeezing it in rhythm with her orgasm. She was in such a state of pleasure that she didn't even care that an 'unpure' animal was fucking her.

How wrong she was for not accepting his advances.

Diane's tongue kept its action going, licking and serving her lover. It took an alpha to get Diane to rim someone she never found it fun to do but with Pheeze, it was different. Pheeze knew Diane always smiled at his wagging tail whenever she licked back there. It whacked her ears about until she put them down so he could appreciate the gesture uninhibited. The thing that made this different was Diane had never done this while he fucked someone, let alone her daughter! But it was so hot that Diane had to make him happy. If she made him happy, then he would fuck her as good as ever and she could really use that from him.

Her paw slipped into her workout pants, rubbing her lips as she kept at her job.

"Diane, should I cum in her?" Pheeze groaned out. His teeth found Amanda's ear and tugged on it. The girl squealed in pain but didn't resist. Pheeze had lost track of how many consecutive orgasms she had around his cock.

"Yes," the seasoned woman groaned, grabbing his balls to squeeze them. "Fill her up. But don't knot in her yet."

Nodding his head, Pheeze kept going. He could feel the building tension, the need to breed overtake him. Amanda's body twitched: another peak that her body was rolling through.

"For a bitch so obsessed with purity of species you sure are cumming a lot with a 'mutt,'" he snorted and slammed up to his knot. His cum shot out, ropes of seed, warm and gooey that made Amanda wiggle around for him filled her up. She was his; it was wrong and that's what made it so right. Sure, she'd played around with boys before but this was her first time with a man who would take her like he had and make her love it. The young rabbit could see no way to go back to what it was like before.

Pheeze's tongue lolled out, a slightly glazed look crossing his face as he panted into her neck, coating her with his breath and particulate of his spit. The young rabbit may have been red in the face, but she was happy to be so thoroughly and properly bred.

"T-that was amazing..." Amanda panted. Her body was burning up and... it felt right. It was right? How could it not be? This is where she needed to be. She needed a cock--his cock--buried inside of her.

"Did you think we were done, you bitch?" Pheeze barked in her ear.

Though she recoiled at his bark, she shook her head. "N-no, sir. I know we're not..." She whimpered.

Pheeze pulled his cock out from her, creating a lewd slurping noise. "Diane, take her the bedroom."

The older rabbit stood up and grabbed her daughter, taking her by the paw to lead her upstairs for the last part of the plan. Pheeze went to the counter and took a swig of the beer from before.

"Still a little cold, not bad."

When he made his way back upstairs, his cock leaving a mess on the floor, Pheeze found his two rabbit bitches on the bed. Diane was on top of her daughter, kissing her with a passion Pheeze rarely saw. He looked at their pussies, exposed to his gawking, cum leaking out of the one on bottom. He walked up behind the two of them and with no ceremony, plunged his cum-soaked cock into Diane's pussy. She gasped in the kiss, but Amanda resumed the kiss. She was unwilling to let it go. She was so swept up in the moment, in the lust and peaks and tastes that even kissing her own mother seemed impossible to resist. And the fact that she could still feel his cum pooling inside of her made her feel tingly.

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

Cogent thought was expunged from Amanda's mind when his cock slammed into her. She felt herself be filled up by him once again and it was Diane's turn to resume the kiss. She held her daughter's wrists down while she was fucked into a stupor. Soft, little whimpers and gasps left her muzzle when he would plunge in as deep as he could get it.

It was hard for Pheeze not to go to tow on the cunt right then and there, but he had a different thought planned. When he could feel her getting close, hearing the soft gasps and the desperate clenching on his cock, he would pull out from one woman and put it into the other. Diane was a groaning, toe-curling mess when she was once more filled.

The fucking continued that way for far too long for the girls who were continually denied release--but not long enough for the abusive dog. Amanda needed more and she wasn't even done. But Diane was territorial and she had a feeling that this might be the one time that she had to be filled by the otterdog's impressive cock.

"You need to tie me!" Amanda whimpered, cheeks burning red. "I need you to knot me, Pheeze..."

The dog snickered and tug on Diane's ears when he was buried inside of her for the fourth or fifth time. "What do you think? Does she deserve it?"

Diane was gasping; cumming on his cock, her walls clamping down on him in a primal urge to feel him tie her and knock her up instead--though that was no longer possible. Because of her state, all she could do was nod, gasping and whimpering as her peak left her a glossy-eyed mess.

Pheeze pulled out and plunged his shaft into Amanda. Though this load wasn't as big as the first one, it filled her to the brim, her hands dug into his arms and he felt the bitch cumming on his cock yet again.

"Here it comes," he spat through gritted teeth. The bulbous knot slid in, entering with an audible pop before Amanda sceamed.

She knew what it would be like but knowing and experiencing are vastly different and she was amazed at the glowing she felt by the feeling of fullness--the need for more than what she got. It was heavenly and torture all at once but the worst part was that... Amanda hated herself for thinking this.

She wanted his kids.

She wanted to be bred, to be filled and raise his children. It was right. She wasn't sure if this was some submissive part of her or if this was a real desire but it was there and Amanda couldn't deny it at all.

"There you go," Pheeze panted out, his own pleasure subsiding. "You got bred. If he still wants you after that, that's on him. But he's done stealing from the company. He'll be fired on Monday Fuck, what a little shit..." he sighed and kissed the older rabbit that had fallen asleep after her explosive coital-bliss on the head.

"Your mom will fire him, if you want to keep fucking him, that's not my concern. But you need to fucking act like less of an entitled little bitch, ya got it?" he growled at her.

She nodded her head, unable to say anything to that.

"Good. Then once I'm able to pull out of you, you're going to clean me up and get out of here. And I'll see you at work on Monday."

* * *

Amanda didn't start showing for a couple months. But when she did there were all kinds of whispers and questions for her. She wasn't sure how to answer them at first but finally mentioned that she and Dylan were trying and they would be getting married. Dylan, a man of honor, agreed to marry her without hesitation.

Pheeze and Amanda continued the silence of before though when she was drunk, Amanda would send him pictures of herself. One time it was actually a picture of her sucking Dylan off. But it was funny to think that a rabbit as small as he was could satisfy a bitch like that. But Pheeze never replied to her. She had learned her lesson and Diane was the better fuck anyway.

When the kid would be born, Dylan would know what happened, but Pheeze didn't give a shit.

He had better things to do than care about that bitch of a rabbit.