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"We did it, Bethany," Emm whispered to her best friend, a small, black Pomeranian from class. She was trying her best to pay attention to the human instructor's commands, as well as her own owner, but she just _had_to talk to Bethany.

"Did what?" she asked.

"You _know_what - it was _your_idea!" the pure white Samoyed exclaimed.

Bethany grinned. "I know - but I want the details."

Emm rolled her eyes, rolling over quickly for her human. "I don't know much about Mercury's three dates, but _I_went on three of my own."

"Emm, they better be more than just dates. The point was for you and Merc to experience other partners before you get married."

"Oh, they were more than just dates. Honestly, there wasn't a lot of time for talking."

Bethany looked impressed. "I didn't think you'd do it. What happened?"

Emm explained how she only managed to get out of the house three days in a row before her human came down with something, but she described her first time with Fido, and then Argo. Quick, painful, and uninspiring, though both males had sure seemed to like it. But when she got around to talking about Pippin, she had much more to say. The way he'd licked her out, his tongue stuck in her clenching cunny, before pounding her on her back until she was seeing stars - now she knew how good it could actually feel.

"I told you so," Bethany said. She _had_told her so, many times.

"In fact, it went so well that we're extending the challenge another week."

"Oh, really?" Bethany grinned.

"Well, I told you about _my_first times. Isn't about time you tell me who _you_hooked up with?" Emm growled playfully.

Bethany glanced around the room, but the two dogs were set apart from the others in the school. She said, "Well, I haven't slept with more than one guy, but we've done it about fifteen times now."

"Fifteen!" Emm exclaimed. Her supposedly Catholic friend was certainly stretching the limits of just having sex so that she's not a novice when she finally settles down. "You -"

Bethany could tell where Emm was going and cut her off. "It's not like I was ever in heat. And just imagine how good I'll be when I finally meet the right guy and get married."

Emm nodded. She certainly would be mortified if her first time with Mercury had been anything like her first time with Fido. The Greyhound mutt had just plugged her, dry, and pumped a few dozen times before he was done with her. "But who is it?"

Bethany took a second glance around the room and whispered as lightly as possible, "Pollack."

Emm dropped her jaw. "Our teacher!?"

"Quiet!" Bethany yipped.

Emm couldn't help but glance over at the Dalmatian. While the human instructor (Dan) did most of the training, his two dogs, Trudi and Pollack, demonstrated each technique. They were super obedient, perfect model instructors, and during breaks, they would often help struggling students. Pollack, in particular, would take students back into Dan's office and give them private -ohhhhh.

"So _that's_what's going on in those private lessons!" Emm remembered to whisper.

Bethany nodded. "And I'm not the only one. He's 'helping' Sasha, Anders, and Symphony, too."

Emm wasn't very close to the three other dogs, but she liked them well enough. But the Bernese, Anders, was barely even half grown! "Anders?"

Bethany nodded. "She's definitely big enough, so why not learn a bit early?"

"Are _you_big enough?" The Pomeranian was tiny compared to the full-grown Dalmatian.

"He can get it in - but we haven't tied yet. He says I'm too tight."

Emm shivered. She remembered how good it felt when Pippin finally popped himself inside her. "You've got to try it."

Bethany said, "You know, since you're going another week, you could get started early. I've got a meeting with Pollack after this break, but I'd give it up for you."

Emm glanced back at the handsome Dalmatian. He certainly looked confident and experienced. He might be able to teach her a thing or two that Pippin and his friends didn't know. "But what about you?"

Bethany shrugged. "I'll figure out something to do."

And so, when the break finally came around, it was Emm, and not Bethany, waiting at the door to his office.

"Emm? What are you doing here?"

The Samoyed hesitated. Every time she set out to follow through on her agreement with Mercury, she had second thoughts. She wasn't a virgin anymore, and neither was he, but it still felt wrong to sleep around. But who better to train her in sex than a literal dog trainer? If what Bethany had said was true, Pollack would be glad to give her a 'special session' or two, and the Dalmatian was almost the same size and shape as her Irish Setter.

I'm doing this for Mercury, she thought. Clearing her throat, she said, "Um...Mr. Pollack, sir?"

He smiled with the gentle ease of an experienced dog. "Just Pollack, please."

"Bethany said...she said she'd give up her study session. F-for me."

Pollack shook his head, smirking. "That little Pom. What's she been filling your head with?"

Emm froze. This wasn't some sort of practical joke, was it? "S-she said..."

"Come inside. We'll sort this out, okay?" The large spotty turned around and pushed through the little doggy door into Dan's office.

Emm felt like fleeing, but she did as she was told, pushing in after him.

"Bethany," Pollack explained, once she was inside, "has an active imagination. What did she tell you about our little meetings?"

The young, white dog blinked. "She said the two of you...you know..."

Pollack listened intently. "Of course. And you believed her? Then why is a good little girl like _you_here?"

Emm blushed. This wouldn't be the first time Bethany had lied to make Emm look foolish. "I just wanted to know if it was true."

The Dalmatian nodded. "I figured. Let's say it _was_true. What would you have done after coming inside with me? You should be more careful, Emm. Stick with that cute red setter of yours."

She didn't like being talked down to. She was no little pup! After all, she'd mated three times now. She knew how to take care of herself. In protest, Emm said, "I'm not as good as you think I am."

"So you were here to take Bethany's place? Is that what you're claiming?"

Emm sat down and nodded, eye-to-eye with her teacher. "I'm getting married soon, and I was hoping you'd...teach me something."

Pollack laughed, walking around Emm. "You know how much trouble I would get in, if I were caught doing something like that?"

Emm followed him with her eyes, looking over her shoulder. "No...?"

Pollack used one paw to slide a big box in front of the doggy door, locking them inside. He turned back to face Emm and said, "A lot. So as long as you can keep a secret better than Bethany...I may be able to help."

Emm turned around to face him, her curled tail wagging. "Then, you will?"

"I will. What do you want to learn?" Pollack asked.

Emm charged ahead, "How to please a male - I want to blow Mercury's sock's off!"

Pollack grinned. "Good choice of words, because that's your first lesson. You want to really_please your mate, you've got to learn to use your _tongue."

Emm blinked. She thought she'd done a good job pleasing her three mates so far, but she had to admit that the best she'd ever felt was when Pippin's tongue was in her. If she could make Mercury feel _that_good, he'd never want another bitch again! "What do I do?"

Pollack beckoned to where he was sitting, his paw indicating between his legs. She could see in the shadow of his chest his sheath, firm and pointed upward, a tiny bit of pink peeking out the top. Emm crawled forward, ears flat, looking up at her teacher for approval.

"Good, get nice and close."

She inched forward on her belly until she could feel him slowly breathing above her. Now, she was face-to-face with his tip, able to see the thin hairs that ringed his sheath. But was lay inside was shiny and wet. The scent was almost overpowering, and she wondered why she'd never smelled Pollack like this before. He was so...so...male.

"Don't lick too hard at first. You want to coax it out, lapping at the fur until it slides back."

Emm took a lick and asked, "Like this?"

"Yeah..." Pollack groaned, as Emm continued to plant her wet tongue on the underside of his quivering cock. "You're a beautiful bitch, you know that?"

Emm grinned. "Thanks." She knew her white fur was truly striking, and she'd seen the jealousy in other female's eyes. She wagged her tail, savoring the taste of Pollack's sweaty sheath. More and more of his veiny dick sprouted out, until she could lick and lick and only touch red. Wet tongue met slick cock, and she could taste every drop of flavor.

"Now you've got to take it in your muzzle. Watch the teeth..."

Emm did as she was told. She kept her eyes open, pulling Pollack's length into her mouth. He was huge - bigger than Pippin, though that was to be expected. Her jaw strained to keep him inside her as she suckled gently with her tongue. She could only imagine what Mercury would say when she pulled _this_little trick out on their honeymoon!

Pollack groaned, putting a hand on the back of Emm's head. "That's right," he grunted, pushing himself gently forward. "You're almost as good as Sasha!"

That husky? Emm knew she could do better than her. She pushed forward until her nose was planted against his belly, feeling the Dalmatian grind to a halt against the back of her throat. He smelled fantastic! Emm rolled her tongue back and forth, wrapping it around Pollack's shaft as he began to pump slowly back and forth.

"But not as good as Bethany," he added.

That stung. How could she compete with the little dog's tight mouth?

"Now keep it up, girl, and when you feel something dribbling down your throat, you'd better get ready."

She knew enough now to expect a guzzle full of cum. How would it feel? How would it taste? So far, she'd only gotten splattered under her tail. Now, Pollack leaned over the Samoyed, bucking harder. "Squeeze harder, Emm," he barked.

She did as she was told, _smacking_her tongue loudly as she sucked like a starving puppy. His balls were swinging back and forth now, smacking her on the chin, but she didn't mind. She knew that this was probably the most important lesson Pollack had ever taught her, and she wasn't going to miss a thing.

"Nnngh...get ready..." he groaned, and sure enough, she felt something warm and bubbly draining down the back of her throat. Emm tried her best to relax her mouth and guzzle the liquid, but she wasn't ready for the flood that was about to come. With a heavy thrust, Pollack drove himself deep and let loose with a muffled howl, his grey balls tensing up against her chin before he painted her esophagus.

Emm tried her best but she couldn't keep up with the flow. Soon, huge spurts of cum ricocheted off the back of the throat and spilled sideways out of her muzzle, dripping down onto the carpet now matter how fast she swallowed. The taste was salty but strangely satisfying. She knew that God wanted every drop to have its fair shot in her womb, but if so, why did he make it taste so good?

Coughing and sputtering, she finally pulled back, letting Pollack spurt onto her face and shoulders. "Woah!" she gasped, licking her lips.

The Dalmatian grinned. "It takes practice, but that's what I'm here for."

Emm glanced up at the large male and said, "I know _one_thing I can do better than Bethany." With that, she turned around, looking over her shoulder with her rump proudly raised for her teacher.

Now it was Pollack's turn to lick his lips, but he didn't take a step forward. Instead, the spotted dog said, "How do you know? That you're better?"

Emm just laughed. "This isn't my first time, you know, and she told me you couldn't knot her. Well, I've taken someone almost as big as you..."

"Mercury?"

Emm said, "Not before our wedding, remember? I've been practicing...on the streets."

Pollack grinned. "Naughty girl. But if you want to blow Mercury away you're gonna want to take more control. Come here..."

The Samoyed obeyed, turning around and watching curiously as the Dalmatian rolled over onto his back, his firm, leaking cock proudly displayed between his legs, grey balls resting on his tail. "Climb on up," he commanded.

Carefully, Emm picked her way up his long body, her front legs on his ribs, but her back legs straddling him on either side, until they were eye to eye. "Like this?"

"That's perfect," Pollack smiled.

Emm glanced back to see that her dainty little spade was hovering about a foot above Pollack's dick now, but there was no was he would be able to slam his hips up that far. "But..."

The Dalmatian lifted one, heavy paw up to caress her rump, then he pushed her downward, and Emm got the picture. He said, "You get to pick the pace."

Shivering, Emm realized she was in for her fourth time, and Mercury was just thirty or forty feet away in the main room. At least she was getting a headstart on the handsome Irish Setter this time! Slowly, she lowered herself to Pollack's proud prick, until she brushed up against his tip. She whined softly, looking to her teacher for clarification. "Go ahead," he said, gritting his teeth.

Like that, the pristine white Samoyed pushed her pink flower down onto his tapered tip, sliding him inside of her. Pollack bore the grin of a teacher who was, by her count, now bagging at least five of his students on a regular basis. Talk about the perfect dog to teach her a thing or two! Emm whimpered and pushed down harder, never having had such control before. He was so big! She had to pause and start again three times before she managed to sink all the way down to his hilt. "Oh, Pollack..." she groaned.

It was a completely different experience than her first two mates. She'd been dry when they'd humped her at their own pace, but Pollack had her soaked just from anticipation, and this time, she got to slow down when she needed it. The feel of his glistening cock sliding through her tight folds was intense, and she was already panting.

Then, there was a knock at the doggy door.

"Mr. Pollack?" It sounded like Symphony, the Pembroke Corgi Bethany had mentioned.

"That's my 11:15," the Dalmatian explained to Emm. "We're running over time."

"Oh...sorry," Emm said, unsure what to do now.

Pollack said, "Actually, you might be able to help her." With that, he pushed the box next to the door away and said, "Come in."

Before Emm could react, the little orange dog popped through the doorway. But when she emerged right next to the pair of them, with Emm perched and fully engorged on Pollack's cock, she froze. Emm stared down at the girl, and she stared back, paralyzed. She hadn't agreed to this!

Pollack said, "We're just finishing up. If you could slide that box back over the door and take a seat, I'll be with you shortly."

Symphony had been trained to obey Pollack instantly like all of them had, and she did as she was told, her ears flat. Emm was blushing madly, not really ready to put on a show for someone she_knew_. But she wasn't about to pull off of Pollack and miss her chance. Steeling herself, the Samoyed asked, "What now?"

Pollack said, "Do what feels good, but don't go too far up or I might not knot you."

Emm nodded, and then, pretending everything was normal, she began to roll her hips in short circles, pulling up and pushing down a tiny amount, letting Pollack's huge cock push and pull and grind against her most pleasurable spots. Symphony, at least, had the courtesy to look away.

"Nnngh!" Emm gasped, the sensations quickly taking her mind off the little Corgi.

"Hey, Symphony," Pollack commanded. "This is actually a perfect opportunity for you to see what it is like to mate. It's past time we moved on to more advanced lessons."

Symphony stammered, "But...I'm not ready."

"That's okay - just watch. Go on, sit behind us - you'll see it's not as scary as you think."

Emm cocked her head at Pollack, but she didn't protest, even though her cheeks were already burning before the young Corgi walked around behind them, sitting now with a perfect view of the Samoyed's distended pussy, squeezing and expanding and slurping around his fat cock.

"Oh my God," gasped Symphony. "Doesn't that_hurt?_" she asked.

When Emm didn't respond, hoping Pollack would, her teacher said, "What do you think, Emm?"

"Um," she panted, glancing over her shoulder at the young Corgi. "Not really," she said lamely.

Pollack explained, "Bitches are _made_to expand. And Emm's not even in heat!" He bucked up into Emm and grunted. "You'll see it in a minute..."

Emm moaned, riding Pollack under Symphony's watchful gaze, her face burning. Especially when the nosy little Corgi started getting closer, her nose snuffling up and down. "It smells so...strong!"

Pollack nodded. "Go ahead, give it a taste."

Emm's eyes widened, but she couldn't yip Pollack's name in protest before the Corgi did just that. The warm, wet tongue engulfed the sticky union between Pollack and Emm, slurping around his shaft and cupping Emm's soft spade. The Samoyed tossed her head back and whined, but it did feel good.

"Wow!" Symphony gasped. She licked again, and again, making sure to run her tongue all the way up from Pollack's balls to the tip of Emm's spade, the Corgi's cold nose brushing up against Emm's pucker.

"Nnngh!" Pollack gasped, uncharacteristically overwhelmed. "I'm growing!"

Emm felt it and Symphony saw it, the way the Dalmatian's knot started to swell inside her soft mound. She felt her flesh stretch tightly around him as his twin glands grew, bulging her outward further every second. Emm held herself down, making sure to make a nice, tight seal, whining as she started to clench down around the huge dog. There'd be no backing down now, no matter how embarrassed she felt about Symphony.

As if taking advantage of her sudden bondage, Pollack said, "You want to show Emm what I've been teaching you, Symphony?"

Biting her lip, Emm looked over her shoulder at the smaller, orange dog. She didn't have to wait long to find out what exactly Pollack meant, because Symphony enthusiastically yipped, "Sure!"

"You're in for a treat," Pollack said to Emm, slowing his thrusts as his knot held the Samoyed helplessly in place.

That warm tongue pulled away from Emm's spade, but returned seconds later - further up. Before she knew it, the Corgi girl had planted her tongue right up against Emm's tailhole. "Symphony!" she gasped in shock. Emm tossed her head back and_yapped_ as the small, strong tongue pushed inside of her.

But she showed the practiced determination of a star pupil. How many times had this Corgi provided the same service to Pollack? Emm shuddered, unable to clench hard enough to dissuade the eager Corgi, stuffed to the brim in both holes now. Whining, Emm couldn't help but buck up and down on Pollack's fat cock, getting a thorough exploration of her rump.

Symphony only took a second break to ask, "You like that?" before ramming her tongue back into Emm's tailhole.

"Umm," she gasped. "_Yes,"_she admitted, her tail wagging.

Pollack groaned. "It's not something I teach everyone, but Symphony has a natural knack for it. But if you want to learn for Mercury..."

"Yes!" Emm gasped, her body shuddering. She wanted to learn anything that might shock and please her future husband, even if it meant eating him out.

"Then," Pollack whined, humping up into Emm, "we'll have to have a quick follow-up lesson. After this -" he added, biting his lip.

Emm couldn't hold on any longer. Like her blissful time with Pippin, she dropped her jaw, her body shaking and shivering as she came hard. With her spade bloated full of her teacher's dog cock, and her pucker stuffed with Symphony's skilled tongue, the Samoyed wailed and rocked her young body, squirting all over her spotted mate. Symphony wasted no time lowering her muzzle to gulp the thin, clear fluid, but that was just the start.

Pollack howled and tensed his body, and suddenly Emm felt him shooting deep inside her, thick ropes of cum splattering against her impermeable walls. The liquid gushing from her cunt quickly changed to a creamy white, but this only encouraged Symphony more, the young Corgi eagerly gulping Pollack's seed.

"Oh...oh...Pollack!" Emm groaned, thanking her lucky stars that Bethany had been so kind as to give up her secret lesson. The Dalmatian was huge and gentle, and knew oh-so-well just how to please a bitch, but even more importantly, he knew how _she_could please a stud. She hammered her hips back and forth, milking the Dalmatian for every drop she could, panting so hard she drooled unceremonious onto his chest.

Pollack didn't mind, pumping his new student quite full to the warm, eager licks of the Corgi. "Very well done, Emm," he praised, and the white dog found herself beaming, ready to do anything to please him.

"We're gonna be tied for...like...forever!" Emm groaned, still humping back and forth.

The expert nodded, but said, "That doesn't mean we can't start on your bonus lesson." With a grunt, the Dalmatian rolled over, taking Emm with him. Suddenly he_was on top of _her. She stared up at Pollack, who was seated above her. He said, "Symphony, you remember how I taught you to lick me? Will you offer Emm that same lesson?"

The Corgi gulped, looking first at Pollack, then at Emm. "I - I suppose."

Emm wasn't sure what he meant until the Dalmatian directed Symphony to climb over Emm and sit on the Samoyed's chest. The Pembroke was shorter and smaller than Emm, but still a hefty weight on her chest. Emm soon found herself lying on her back, tied to her instructor, gazing up at a fluffy, white-and-orange rump. Symphony's stub-tail left her completely open, revealing her puffy, pink spade. One whiff was all it took for Emm to realize the little bitch was a few days into her heat.

"Alright Emm, give her a lick. I'll direct you from above."

They were a literal dogpile, with Emm on the bottom, Symphony's head just a foot shy of the bulging tie, her rump a few inches from the tip of Emm's nose. Then, towering above the both of them, Pollack watched with a knowledgeable gaze as Emm took a tentative lick of Symphony's sweet-smelling spade.

"Not that_one," Pollack corrected. "You're trying to please _Mercury, remember?"

Emm blushed, but hesitated. Just above Symphony's soaking pussy was her little, brown pucker, but she'd never considered anything like this before. Still, her desire to please her teacher was too much for the Samoyed. Leaning slightly further up, Emm pressed her tongue up against the surface of the Corgi's anus.

Symphony gasped, her stub held to the side. "Emm..." she whined.

That was enough to win her over. Emm licked again, and again, revelling in the pup's panting pleasure, but Pollack still had to interrupt. "Now push it in."

Whimpering, Emm did as she was told, forcing her soft, wet tongue into the Corgi's musky tunnel. The taste was...not too bad, but the scent was like heaven. Emm leaned forward, lapping harder, egged on by Symphony's gasps. "Deeper, and curl your tongue," Pollack explained.

Soon, Emm was eating ass like an old pro, Symphony literally soaking the Samoyed's chest in her arousal. "Oh...God, Emm!" she gasped, bucking her hips.

"Can I, can I lick her pussy?" Emm begged, the delicious flower just a few inches lower.

Pollack just grinned, yanked himself out of his eager student with a loud _pop!_and said, "Don't worry - I'll take care of that."

Symphony was so out of it, she didn't realize that the Dalmatian had circled around the two and stepped over her until she felt the warmth of his cock rubbing sharply against her fertile pussy. She gasped up at Pollack, "But I'm in heat!"

Pollack, his balls now smack-dab in Emm's face, simply said, "You've been fighting this next lesson for too long. You'll never be more ready for me."

"But what if -" she started.

He interrupted, "You'll be fine. I'll pull out if you want me to. Emm, hold her tight, will you?"

Emm blinked, her nostrils filled with his powerful, male scent. Whining, she did as she was told, wrapping her paws in a tight circle around Symphony's waist, holding the young Corgi in place.

"What!? Hey!" Symphony gasped, trying to wriggle away.

Emm was conflicted. She would feel just like Symphony if her teacher had decided without asking to risk knocking her up. Sex was one thing, but a litter of pups? That was a pretty huge sin. Unless the Corgi could convince Pollack to marry her, there would literally be hell to pay. But she wanted to please Pollack, and surely the dog knew what he was doing. Besides, she really wanted to see up close as the Dalmatian plugged a bitch in front of her. She could just make out his bony tip beneath his hefty balls, aimed straight for Symphony's sopping cunt.

"O-okay," Symphony shivered, once she felt him prod her entrance.

So much for self-control, Emm thought. Serves her right if he _does_score one past the goalie.

"Good girl," Pollack grunted, and with that, he slammed home. Emm watched the little dog's swollen cunny split wide around the Dalmatian's huge cock for the first time. Though Symphony was smaller than Emm, her heat had puffed her up just as big, and Pollack fit snugly inside her. Emm groaned, watching his half-inflated knot push right past her folds, the entire organ disappearing into the little Corgi bitch.

Symphony yelped, digging her paws into Emm's belly as the young dog raised her hips and spread her legs for her teacher. "Oh, Pollack!" she groaned.

"See, it doesn't hurt, does it?" he explained. "All this time, you've been afraid of nothing."

She shook her head in agreement, whining, her little Corgi tail wagging.

Pollack said, "Don't forget to thank Emm for letting you see it for yourself."

Emm didn't remember really giving permission, but she kept her lips shut as the shivering Corgi gasped, "Thanks, Emm! I never would have - unnnhh..."

Pollack, straddling both bitches, pumped up and into his young student. "I didn't mean to tell_her. _Show her your gratitude," he said, placing a heavy paw on the back of Symphony's head before shoving her face first into Emm's cum-soaked spade.

Yip!

Both girls yelped as Symphony did as she was told, lapping across Emm's still-sensitive pussy before driving her tongue deep, gulping and slurping at the Samoyed's messy cunt. Emm dropped her jaw and wailed as her young body was once again plunged into pleasure, only to find that Pollack and lowered himself onto her face, planting his hefty nuts right into her open muzzle. With relish, she began to engulf his sweaty balls with her tongue, her tail thumping against the ground.

She'd never tasted anything quite so masculine before. Not only had these balls just recently claimed her own pussy, but they were just minutes away from knocking up Symphony if she wasn't careful. They tasted incredible, and she wrapped her lips carefully around the huge orbs, suckling. Pollack rewarded her with a loud groan.

But it was the Corgi he was focused on, steadily pounding her, his knot slowly growing inside the small bitch. Symphony didn't notice, too busy lapping up every last drop of cum from Emm's shivering pussy, bucking her hips up and down, her body preparing for her first, plaintive breeding. "Ahhhh!" she whined.

"Well?" Pollack asked, politely. "Do you want me to pull out?"

Unable to form words, the young bitch shook her head wildly, pushing back against him. Pollack grinned knowingly and slammed forward, holding himself tight and deep as his knot grew, and grew, until...

Squelch! He tied tightly to the fertile yearling.

What a whore, Emm realized. Bred by her own teacher in the hour-long lunch break. What would her owners think when her chubby Corgi belly began to swell even wider? She knew what all the dogs would think of her, unwed and pregnant with a litter at the tender age of one. She wouldn't be marrying material after that, but she could always find a less-than-honorable male to pound her pussy. Symphony the slut.

With Pollack stuck even tighter into the Corgi, his balls rested on Emm's neck, leaving her wet nose pressed neatly up against the dog's pink pucker. He smelled even _more_male, even _more_masculine, and Emm put her new lesson to good use, leaning up and driving her tongue into the surprised Dalmatian's tailhole. "Emm!" he gasped, making the Samoyed's tail wag.

It wasn't long now before Pollack, grunting and groaning every time Emm lapped at his rump pounded forward, rocking the small Corgi back and forth until the male bit his lip, cutting off a howl when his balls tensed. Then, with a loud _splurt!_he started filling up the small bitch, dumping his nuts straight into her unwed, untried womb. With his huge cock, he must be splattering straight into the little dog's egg-chamber, filling her like a water balloon. Symphony only grunted and wailed as her instructor taught her that final, important lesson: how to take a litter like a good, little bitch.

Symphony had done such a good job eating Emm out that Pollack's cum was dribbling down her muzzle even as the fresh stuff bloated her belly, until even the Dalmatian's huge knot wasn't enough. Cum spilled out of her like a water fountain, drenching Emm's chest, but the Samoyed didn't mind. She was too busy probing every last millimeter of Pollack's tight tailhole.

"Now you've got it," Pollack grunted to Symphony. "Good start, Emm," he added, before standing up, his drool-coated asshole pulling away from her. The Dalmatian turned around, his cock tied deep in the Corgi. Emm held tightly onto Symphony until Pollack was rump-to-rump, and the big dog took a step forward. Suddenly, the Corgi's bloated spade was inches away from Emm's face, and she couldn't help but reach up and engulf the wet tie with her tongue.

"Oh, hell," Symphony groaned, looking over her shoulder and shuddering as her teacher sprayed another thick load of fertile cum into her little cooch. "This was a mistake."

What an understatement, Emm thought. But there was nothing the little bitch could do but ride it out, milking every last drop from her carefree instructor. Pollack just grinned back at her, saying, "There's always a chance I didn't get you. Besides - felt good, didn't it?"

Symphony groaned. "Yes..."

He said, "Next time, better ask me to pull out."

The panting Corgi agreed, her ears flat.

Emm rolled to her feet. The class was scheduled to start in just five or ten minutes, and she needed to get her owner to give her a bath. She was _covered_in Pollack and Symphony's scents. The humans wouldn't really notice, but better to keep this little lesson to herself. She moved to the door to leave the two to it, but turned just before leaving.

"Thanks for the lesson, you two. I can't wait for next week."

* * * * *

Bethany didn't waste any time. As soon as Emm headed down the hallway to meet with Pollack, the black Pomeranian rushed over to her target:

Mercury.

The beautiful Irish Setter has always appealed to Bethany, but he'd never taken much interest in her. He preferred dogs like Emm, who were upstanding, immaculate Catholics. That he'd ever agreed to this little experiment was amazing to Bethany. She knew Emm would be easy to convince, but Mercury?

In all honesty, she'd hoped that Emm even suggesting they sleep with other dogs would have driven Mercury away from her. But this was the second best thing: Emm was busy, and Mercury was free to spend a little time with her.

"Hey, bud. What's up?" Bethany started, wagging her curled up tail.

"Oh, hey Bethany. Have you seen Emm?"

Always fixated on her. Bethany sighed. "She's doing some extra practice with the teacher," she explained. "She'll be busy the full hour, I'd bet."

The Irish Setter nodded, looking glum.

"What's wrong?"

He glanced at Bethany. "I just...feel like I'm going to be sick."

"What? Why?" she wondered.

"I, uh...I can't say."

Bethany figured it out. Mercury had _agreed_to Emm's plan, but he didn't _like_it. Maybe there was still a way to break the two up so that she could have the setter all for herself? "Oh, is this about your contest with Emm?"

"You _know_about that?" Mercury gulped, pulling his ears back.

Bethany nodded. "I told her it was a bad idea."

He nodded. "But...it's not a contest."

"Not with an attitude like that," Bethany agreed. "Your fiancee is on track to be _quite_skilled by the end of the second week. How many bitches have _you_had?"

Mercury's tail drooped. Bethany kept her grin on the inside. She'd take any chance she could to point out how much Emm was giving herself away - and that wasn't even a lie! The Irish Setter looked around to make sure no one else was listening in and said, "One."

_One? Emm had said three._Bethany said, "In a _week?_You're going to be playing catch up. You need every opportunity you can get, Mercury."

"I guess so."

Bethany could just see it now - she could bag this red-furred marvel, break him and Emm apart, and this time next week,she'd be dating the Irish Setter. Assuming he was any good at sex anyway. Time to find out. "Well, I think I can help you there."

"How? What do you mean?" he said cocking his head.

Bethany smiled up at the larger dog. "We've got almost an hour. I can't say I'm quite as experienced as Emm," she lied, "but she did say you could mate anyone you like? Well, I'm anyone."

Mercury dropped his jaw. "You're Emm's best friend. I couldn't do that."

"She wants_you to, remember? And it's not like we have to kiss and tell. She's not telling _you_which of _your friends she's sleeping with." Bethany had no idea if Emm had tried any of the other boys from their class, but it didn't hurt to put that niggling suspicion in Mercury's mind.

The dog gulped. "I don't think -"

Bethany interrupted, shaking off his protests. "We've got time. There's room behind the stage. You're falling behind, and I can help you learn how to really please Emm. And I totally get the situation. I'm not in heat and I'm not looking for a long-term thing."

Mercury glanced around, blushing. "But -"

"But what?"

Mercury sighed, defeated. "You're right. I'm not going to find anyone easier than you."

There was no insult or malice in those words, but they still stung to Bethany. "Well...great," she said weakly. Realizing she'd gotten what she wanted, though, she perked up, tapping Mercury on the shoulder and saying, "Follow me."

Perhaps Mercury's easier to convince than I thought, Bethany thought, wagging her little black tail. Her heart was starting to race. The handsome dummy was actually going to do her! When she'd first suggested sleeping around to Emm, she didn't really think it would pay off. She popped around the corner behind the dark stage, where the training competitions were held. No one was here, and the dogs' humans were chatting or out to lunch.

Bethany turned to face the Irish Setter, who looked a bit downtrodden. His droopy ears were pulled back. "Are you...ready?"

The male said, "I guess so."

Bethany had to resist rolling her eyes. She'd convinced his head, but not his heart. Well, she could bypass that later one with his second head. "Here, let me show you something."

With that, the small Pom pranced forward, sliding between the seated male's front legs. There it was, his long-furred sheath, but nothing was showing. Mercury glanced down and got an eyeful of her fluffy black fur. "What are you -" he started.

She cut him off, planting her muzzle on his soft flesh. Mercury yipped before he realized he had to keep it quiet and cut himself off. "Bethany!" he gasped.

She didn't worry about his surprise or his objections. She'd been practicing her blow jobs for weeks now on their teacher, and Pollack claimed she was a natural. Bethany knew the fastest way to a male's heart was through his dick, and she slid her soft, warm tongue gently across his tip.

Like it or not, even the sullen setter couldn't resist the pleasant slurping, and in seconds sheath gave way to his bright, red rocket. Carefully, she slid her tight lips around his bony tip, applying slight, slippery suction, before curling her tongue around him. Sure enough, even more emerged into the open air, only to be gulped down by her tight muzzle.

"Oh...wow..." the young dog groaned. "That's..."

His words failed him. Bethany smiled inwardly, curled tail wagging. She could hear_his reluctance fading and his heart start pounding. Now he'd realize what he'd been missing out, choosing that false angel, Emm over _her. She could hardly wait to sway the Irish Setter to her side, and flaunt it in Emm's face. She slurped eagerly, exploring the dog's cock; smaller than Pollack's but not by much.

"Nnngh," Mercury gasped, leaning forward on shaking front legs. He couldn't help it, humping gently forward into that blessed mouth. Who knew that sinning could feel so good? He loomed over the small dog, opening his eyes to see that he actually had a perfect view beneath her curled tail. Sure, he'd seen her spade hundreds of times, but he'd never been looking for it. Now, it was being freely offered.

Bethany knew when to stop, and she pulled back, licking her lips, when she'd coaxed his entire length out of him. "How's that?" she asked.

"W-why'd you stop?" he groaned, humping weakly into the air.

"I'm glad you asked," Bethany grinned, taking a step back. "The girl you mated - did you tie her?"

Mercury's ears flattened again. Perhaps best not to mention the other bitch, she realized. Still, he said, "Yes."

Bethany smiled. "You're gonna tie me, too," she declared.

Mercury gasped. "She was bigger than you," he protested. "And in heat..."

Bethany shook her head. "You're gonna do it. You just have to get it all_in and _hold it in, okay?" She'd been too afraid to take Pollack's knot, but Mercury was a perfect way to work herself up to it.

He whined, but nodded, his mouth gaping as his fiancee's best friend walked in a tight circle, raising her rump. She couldn't hold back an anxious whimper as she looked over her shoulder at his sizable cock. Maybe I should have gone for a boxer or a bulldog first...

"I'm doing this for Emm," Mercury said under his breath, but Bethany could hear the little pep talk. He could pretend, but Bethany knew better. Once a dog's cock was twitching for her, it was too late to turn back. She wagged her tail patiently.

Slowly, the young male eased himself up and over the small Pomeranian, guiding his drool-slickened dick to her triangular mound. He kept his lips sealed, muffling his moans as he prepared himself for his second bitch. She was so small! "Are you sure about this?"

Bethany nodded, though she was having second thoughts when his fat tip prodded her lips. She'd slowly learned to take Pollack's huge dog cock, but she knew how wide his knot would get. Mercury with knot would be more than an inch wider than she'd ever taken! She set her jaw. She'd come this far, and she wasn't leaving without a proper tie.

Mercury did his duty. With a soft grunt, he pressed against her wet folds, trying not to remember the disaster that was Buffy, the Beagle. He had to remember not to get carried away and tell Bethany that he loved her (which was about as far from the truth as it could get). At least the Pomeranian wasn't in heat. Biting his lip, he pushed forward, but Bethany began to slide forward beneath him. He reached forward with one paw to hold her in place, and then he began to pry her open, one centimeter at a time.

"Ohhh," Bethany groaned, digging her claws into the floor to hold herself ready. Perhaps she ought to have instructed her reluctant mate to slick her up, first. Her small spade stretched easily around the dog's pointed tip, but it wasn't long before the dog's cock widened, and then thudded against her pelvis. She knew she had to spread her legs _far_to get the thick tip of his cock deep enough, but she was already straining. "Keep going!" she gasped nervously.

Mercury gasped, "Ohhhh!" starting to drool onto the top of the Pomeranian's head. She was _so_tight. He felt like he was prying her open, and he was only halfway in! There was no way he was going to knot her like she wanted.

Bethany reached back with a paw to pick up his front right paw and place it on her hips. "You're gonna have to pull," she whined.

"Grrrrah!" Mercury yelped, one paw holding him upright while he yanked back on Bethany's hips, dragging her straight back onto his waiting cock. He could hear and feel her grey spade streeeeetching, but he didn't slow down. "Oh, Bethany," he panted, taking full advantage of her permission to plunder her completely.

"Aaaaah!" she wailed, her small pussy spreading painfully around the Irish Setter. At least she'd practiced this part before. The black Pomeranian dug her claws into the carpet and slammed herself back - only to collide with Mercury's fleshy knot. "Fffuck, too late!"

Mercury ignored her harsh language, grinding his half-swollen knot against her battered spade. It was only getting bigger as he let himself go, humping and grunting like a wild animal, so it was now or never. He thumped forward again, and again, rocking Bethany forward until she was nearing wall.

Bethany yelped, "Mercury, wait! It won't - it won't -"

But he knew it would. Ignoring her breathless pleas, Mercury used both paws on her hips, resting half his weight on the Pomeranian's back as he yanked her backwards, leaping forward to slam his fat cock into her trembling cunt. "Ahhhh!" she yelped, as her pussy lips collided with his knot. He was stopped short again, but this time, he gave an extra little shove and pull, and he lifted Bethany's hind legs all the way off the ground, holding them apart further than she could imagine on her own. There, hovering several inches off the ground, his huge cock _popped_into her with a resounding finality.

"Holy shit!" Bethany yipped. "It's in!" She felt her spade bulging outward, taking his full knot, stretched wider than she'd ever felt before. She knew that she'd never tie with Pollack unless she were in heat. But now that she'd tied, she knew she had to. His swollen glands held her in place, stretched her entire pussy to new levels of pleasure, wracking her little body so that she could barely hold in her joyous barks. Every inch of her was stretched to its limits, shuddering around her best friend's fiancee's cock, ready to gulp down his coming load. She would rather die than fail to get the same from Pollack, even though she knew she'd be most likely stuck with a fat litter of Dalmatian puppies.

"Ohhh," Mercury groaned, bucking faster and harder now, his paws back on the ground as he rocked her small body back and forth. "That's it...that feels so..."

"Do it, Mercury!" she wailed. "Breed me!"

"I lo -" he started, but caught himself, somehow. "-ve your tight spade."

"It's yours," she whined. "Fill 'er up!"

Somehow, he still felt conflicted. For once, he wasn't thinking about Emm, but for himself. Bethany was like warm, wet_heaven_ on his cock, but he knew this was just a passing fling. She was just another notch on the wall to prove his love for the Samoyed who was probably waiting patiently through the break, blissfully unaware of what her fiancee was up to inside her best friend. It didn't seem right, and he knew it was a sin. So what if Bethany didn't mind? He didn't want a bitch to dump his nuts in, he wanted a lover, pure and kind.

But his dick knew what to do. He slammed home, grinding the bony tip against her innermost walls and letting loose, huge, sticky ropes of cum splattering inside the tiny Pom. She could only take one load before her overfilled cunny exploded in cum, splattering his still shuddering balls and drenching her hindquarters. A passing glance would make an observer swear that the Pomeranian was white, not black.

"Oh, God, Mercury!" she gasped. "More!" She bucked her hips up and down, squeezing down around him like a vice as he serviced her. More drool cascaded down his muzzle to drench her forehead, but she just tossed her head back and howled, paying no mind to the saliva that ran down her head into her mouth.

"Kiss me!" she whimpered.

Mercury didn't hesitate, the warmth in his groin getting to his head. He bent forward with his muzzle, meeting her lips with his in an upside-down exchange of tongues, filling her mouth to overflowing just like he had with her pussy.

And just like that, he was done with her. The feeling passed, even as he was still twitching out a few more loads into her. The lust was replaced with guilt that led him to hop off of her, turning rump-to-rump. He didn't want to look back at the Pomeranian. He'd only been fucking her because that's what Emm wanted. He hated how much he'd enjoyed pounding it out in the slutty little Pomeranian. Bethany was no Emm. Bethany was a godless whore.

Yet now, in the afterglow, he couldn't help but picture Emm on her three dates. He knew nothing about them, but he could only imagine her lifting her tail for some cad, getting taken from behind, whimpering and moaning like the black bitch still tied to him. Emm was doing it to strengthen their upcoming marriage, but it didn't hurt any less to picture her giving herself away to whichever random stranger agreed to mount her.

Bethany was gasping for breath now. "Holy shit, Mercury, that was amazing." She turned around agilely to inspect their tight, bulging tie. "I can't believe you fit!" She took a sniff of their quivering genitals, smelling the musky scent of his still-spouting seed dribbling out of her grey pussy.

"Yeah, well," was the best he could do.

Bethany grinned. "Don't pretend you didn't like it," she purred. "Look at the state you left me in," she said, as proof. Her rump was completely drenched in cum, and her head and face were saturated in his drool, making the fur go every which way. "We're going to have to do a lot of cleaning."

"I guess so," he agreed, then yelped. "Hey!"

The Pomeranian wasn't waiting, getting right to it. She was gulping up along her hindquarters, swallowing every drop of seed she could with each drag of her tongue, ending at their quivering tie. "A little help?" she asked.

Sighing, Mercury knew she was right. He was at least_half_ responsible for the state of her rump. He'd never done it before, but he wasn't going to leave the job all to her. That didn't seem right. He couldn't quite manage _her_eagerness, but he curled around and lapped at her rump, swallowing down the remnants of his own cum.

"Nice work," Bethany agreed, licking faster and closer, until her tongue entertwined with his. They gulped cum together, but he shied away from the messy kiss she was seeking.

"I'm going to need you to lick the fur on my head," Bethany said.

"That'll just make it wetter," he protested.

"Just make sure it's laying flat instead of all random directions."

He did as he was told, flattening the fur on her head until she looked wet, but smooth. By the time he was done, he wasn't hard at all anymore. He once again felt sick to his stomach, and his own seed in his belly wasn't helping anything. He pulled out with a loud _pop!_and turned to look at Bethany.

She rolled onto her back, curled up and face-to-spade with her leaking hole. Mercury couldn't help but feel a stir in his dick at the pose, the little Pomeranian's pussy still gaping and gushing his cum. He wanted to look away, but instead he watched as she shoved her tongue in deep, gulping the creampie that was now filling her belly.

When she was done, she licked her lips, looking up at him. "Thanks for that," she said. "Look, you know the rules say you can fuck whoever you want, whenever you want, right?"

Mate, he thought. The rules never used such vulgar language. He nodded.

"Well, if you want, we can get here early next week and bang one out before class starts. Start and end your week of pleasure on a good note."

"I don't thi -"

"Just think about it," she said, grinning up at him. "After all, it _is_what Emm wants."

He sighed, resigned, thinking about the coming week. He'd have to really push himself to go searching for more bitches to mate. Maybe he shouldn't pass up such an easy one. "Okay, before class," he agreed.

She grinned. "It's a date!"