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Zofia stewed the entire van ride. It was bad enough she'd been dragged along into "the great outdoors". She had to share a van ride with Micha. The Polish Hunting Dog was always trying to grind her gears. He was only along for the ride because Szymon liked him, and Szymon had the van.

It was Maja who had arranged the trip. Zofia had been friends with the Borzoi since they'd met in grade school, and friends with Alicja for almost as long. While Maja talked loudly, her long muzzle making her voice echo far enough that Szymon could still hear her despite the noise from the vehicle, Alicja sat in the back, staring silently out the window. She'd always been a bit more reserved, unusual for a Pomeranian like her.

They were three misfits in our Polish town, immigrant kids from Hungary, Germany, and Belarus. It only made sense to stick together. Maja was the outgoing one - while Zofia was content to stay home or go to clubs, she was always making her two friends go places. She _almost_failed to rope Zofia into this trip, but the Hungarian Vizsla owed Maja a solid.

Maja was sniffing after Szymon, the only one of us who wasn't a canine. He was a tall, strong Polish Lynx, with tufted ears and black spots. Zofia always wondered what he had that she didn't. The Vizsla had even richer golden fur, a cute pink nose, and a noble, square muzzle. She'd been flirting with Maja since seventh grade, and had to guess that the big difference to Maja was that Szymon had a cock. Zofia was still going to back out on the trip except for the sixth member of the crew, Antoni. He seemed perfect for Alicja, just as quiet, just as high-strung. He was a Polish Greyhound, and his small ears always seemed tucked back.

But if Zofia was playing wingwoman, that meant she was paired up with Micha. No one expected anything to happen there, to be sure! The only thing they had in common was a love for piercings.

"No, Micha, I _don't_want to hear about the crazy chick you met at a bar," Zofia said, her voice stressing every other word in exasperation.

"You should try it, sometime," he shrugged. He looked all the world like a cross between a Doberman and a Rottweiler, but he assured anyone who would listen that he was a pure-bred Polish Hunting Dog. "Maybe you'd finally _get_some. You're in college now, Zofia..."

The Vizsla rolled her eyes. She was by no means a virgin, and her attraction to Maja hadn't stopped her from sleeping with two guys in high school. And one girl, for that matter. "I don't like the kind of guys that troll bars for women," Zofia said, eyeing Micha pointedly.

"Ha, fair enough," he replied.

That didn't stop him from telling Antoni. Micha spent the next twenty minutes detailing the women he'd slept with by breed, scale 1-10, whether they were in heat, and whether they'd been too drunk to ask for a condom. Zofia glanced at Maja, but the Borzoi was way stronger than Zofia had ever imagined. Sure, Micha was talking about theoretically consensual sex, but he didn't know what the girls knew - Maja had been raped as a thirteen-year-old.

Zofia had learned about it a month after it happened. A family friend, a sixteen-year-old Komondor, had made a play of wrestling with her in her basement, only to hold her down and rape her. She'd only just hit puberty, and didn't know to wear a scent-pad. He hadn't used a condom, and Maja had been too scared to tell anyone, until a month later, when she was late on her second period. She'd been in tears, certain that she was pregnant, and certain that her parents would never allow an abortion, even though it would be legal.

Thankfully, she was lucky and miscarried, but Zofia had convinced her to tell her parents. The Komondor got grounded, but nothing much more - he was under eighteen, and he wasn't culpable under the law since she hadn't been wearing a scent-pad. Absentmindedly, Zofia shifted in her seat, trying to adjust her own diaper. The cramps weren't helping her tolerate Micha any better.

Maja interrupted Micha, "How much longer until Tatra?"

Szymon glanced down at his phone. Without looking back, the lynx kept his eyes on the road, saying, "Forty minutes."

"I can't wait to get there," the Borzoi replied wistfully. "So beautiful."

Szymon said, "It'll be good for Kacper to get a nice long walk."

Maja said, "And good for us."

Kacper was the seventh member of the party, but he was lying in a crate in the back of the van. The Tatra Sheepdog was a rare mountain breed, though less rare in the Tatra mountains. His brilliant white coat made him look a bit like an albino St. Bernard, easily one hundred and ten pounds. Szymon liked to take the dog_everywhere_, probably because as a working dog, Kacper got destructive when left home alone.

By the time we hit the parking lot, Micha was back to talking sexual conquest. "She wasn't too drunk to say 'yes'. But if she finds out she's got puppies in a month or two, she's going to have a tough time finding me. She never even asked my_name_."

"You're a pig," Zofia said, simply. There was no surprise, no debate in her tone.

"If she's going clubbing and drinking and hooking up with a guy while she's 'in season', how can you blame me?" Micha shrugged, getting out of the car.

This parking lot was pretty far from the main trails, and a long way from Zakopane, the biggest city near the park, but there were still a handful of other vehicles here. The teenagers got out of the van and stretched their legs. Antoni's long Greyhound legs needed a lot of stretching, as did Maja's. Antoni said, "It's nice to be out of the city," to the Borzoi.

"Maybe it's my breed," she replied, tossing back her long, curved forehead, "but sometimes I just need to get out an_run_."

Antoni laughed. "Same - every day. Only reason I didn't try out for track was it felt too obvious." His white fur had large splotches of blueish grey on the sides, as well as on either side of his white muzzle. Maja was almost completely white, with a tint of tan along the sides. Zofia thought they'd make a cute couple, but Maja was hunting lynx.

Alicja grabbed her bag, tossing in her textbook. Micha noticed and said, "You're not going to find a lot of time for studying on the hike."

"Oh!" she gasped, surprised at being addressed, particularly by the Hunting Dog. "Just in case we take a break."

"Seems like a lot of weight to carry around," the dog continued, though he made no offer to carry it for her.

The brown-furred Pomeranian blinked at him, then turned away from him, gathering her things. Micha, annoyed, opened the back, letting out Kacper. The big dog leapt out of the vehicle, bounding this way and that in his excitement to be out of the crate. He looked a bit like a sheep himself, and in fact, a Tatra sheepdog's thick fur could be spun into wool.

"Hey," Szymon protested, "he's supposed to be on lead. I'll get a ticket!" The lynx grabbed the eager dog by the collar, quickly leashing him.

"Better go to the bathroom before we head out, ladies," Micha laughed. Not so easy for you three to go on the trail."

Maja rolled her eyes. "You'd better, too. The less impact we make on the park, the better."

The Hunting Dog cocked his head. "What are you, a park ranger?"

"Thinking about becoming one," she explained.

Micha and the boys went to the Men's restroom, while the three ladies went in the other side. The public restrooms were...rustic. With no running water, the toilets were little more than comfortable porcelain seats over a latrine pit. At least there were mirrors. Zofia brushed her fur. Having short fur was a blessing, unless it started to bunch up together. She wanted to look her best - not for the boys, but for Maja. Maybe after a hike with these three guys, the Borzoi might rethink her interest in males.

Alicja never had a bad fur day, so she had less preparation to do, but Maja was working overtime in getting her appearance just right. With longer hair, there was more brushing, and she sighed. "Does he even know I'm here for him?" she wondered aloud.

Zofia said, "Doesn't take a genius to see you flirting with him."

"But it doesn't take a genius to see he's not flirting back."

Alicja said, "Szymon was too busy driving to focus on other things. You know how cats are - they can only focus on one thing at a time. We've got the whole hike ahead of us."

Maja nodded. "That's true. Thanks again to both of you for biting the bullet. I couldn't exactly come out here alone with three guys. Especially in heat!"

Zofia had noticed while the girls had been changing that they were also wearing scent-dampeners. It wasn't unusual for the three friends to 'sync up', but this wasn't a convenient time. Zofia had made sure to pack replacement pads, because the six were planning to spend the night in the mountains. It was technically against the park rules, but they were going up a less travelled path. No one would notice or mind. And the park said "no tents or bivouacs", not "no sleeping".

When they emerged from the bathroom, the guys were already ready. Antoni looked comical, his lithe, Greyhound body packed up with a sleeping bag perched atop a camping bag that was as big as he was. Micha was carrying a normal school bag, having elected to skip the sleeping bag. Szymon was the only one who looked particularly appropriately prepared. Kacper was wearing a doggy saddle bag with food and water, the big sheep dog seemingly unconcerned about the weight, while the lynx carried a sleeping bag on his back.

Each of the girls had brought a small sleeping bag, and Alicja and Maja had rather sizable purses. Zofia had elected to carry the majority of the girls' food and water in a large backpack, while Maja carried the Vizsla's sleeping bag.

Micha was carrying considerably less than Zofia, despite being nearly twice her weight, but he'd pay for it when night came and he had to sleep in the wet grass or dirt. Still, he took one look at the heavy bag Zofia was wearing and said, "You do know we're going to be walking for like...20 kilometers, right?"

She rolled her eyes at the Hunting Dog and said, "Better to walk without water? We're going to trade off bag duties."

"Just don't expect _me_to help when you girls get tired."

"Believe me," the Vizsla replied smoothly, "I don't."

And so the six eighteen-year-olds set off into the beautiful hills, Kacper bounding ahead as if he weren't carrying twenty-pounds of food and water on his back. The white-furred sheepdog wagged his tail and sniffed every last bush and tree, now that the troupe was away from the main road. Szymon had let him off the leash, not expecting to run into an officer or ranger this far out.

Maja seemed more alive than ever, breathing deep of the fresh air, her long fur flowing in the wind. While she pointed out to the girls all the beautiful flowers and birds, Micha was up ahead, throwing shade about one of his friends who had declined to come on this trip. Antoni grudgingly listened to the Polish Hunting Dog complain, but Szymon finally interrupted and said, "Less talking."

Micha narrowed his eyes. "Mind your own business."

Zofia was as sick as Szymon, and said, "It _is_our business, because your whining is preventing us from enjoying the walk!" Her voice swung high in annoyance.

"You're the only one I hear whining. Besides, you and Maja've been talking this whole time, too."

The Borzoi looked taken aback. "About the scenery."

Zofia said, "Look - all of us are tired of you, Micha, so why don't you just shut up?"

"Speak for yourself," Micha said, flattening his ears and curling back his lips. "Is that true? Antoni? Alicja?"

The forceful young man glared at the two meekest members and got what he wanted. Antoni just shrugged, and the Pomeranian froze. When he repeated her name she quietly shook her head, not wanting to confront him.

Szymon flicked an ear, glancing at Alicja. "Don't really stand up for yourself, do you?"

Alicja looked away.

Zofia looked unsatisfied. "Let's see how long you can go without talking, hmm? Two minutes?"

Micha's eyes sparkled. "How about a competition, big mouth. I bet I can stay quiet longer'n you. If I win, I get your sleeping bag tonight."

Stewing, the Vizsla held her tail straight out in challenge. "You're on. If _I_win, you have to carry my stuff."

Micha nodded in agreement, apparently already refusing to talk. The trip became much, much more quiet as the two rivals walked silently along. Zofia found she couldn't enjoy the silence that much, because she needed to concentrate. What if she accidentally commented on a robin or a tree? For his part, Micha was lasting far longer than two minutes. An hour and eleven minutes passed before the contest ended, and the Hunting Dog wasn't the loser.

"Hey!" Zofia gasped, standing up straight. She'd been bending over to look at a flower when the nosy dog Kacper snuck up behind her. He must have been able to smell her heat through the scent pad, because he gave her a big, wet _sniff_right beneath her tail.

"Ha!" Micha gasped. "You lose!"

"But -"

He shook his head. "You spoke first. You're not going to back out of the deal now."

Zofia grumbled the rest of the way to their first break in a pretty field of spring flowers to eat lunch. Now _she_was going to sleep in the dirt, and Micha got to have a sleeping bag without even bothering to carry it! What kind of God or fate would let that asshole win anything?

Worse, Micha was back to talking, though he kept it a bit quieter near Szymon. Between brags about the good night sleep he was expecting to have, he talked a little bit with Antoni, trying to find out more about the Greyhound who was more Szymon's friend than his. He also bragged about his piercings - though Zofia was pretty sure she had him beat. Her floppy ears were pierced three times each, she had a nose ring, and her left eyebrow had two rings as well. But her pride and joy was her four concentric belly-button rings. As far as she could tell, Micha only had two earrings on the left ear, a tongue stud, three stainless steel studs through the lips on his right, and a septril ring that made him look a little like a bull.

Maja walked next to Zofia. "Don't worry - we can share my sleeping bag tonight."

Zofia's ears perked up. "Really?" Being pressed up against the Borzoi's body made the lost bet worth it. Even though Zofia knew the girl didn't return her feelings, she knew how comfy and warm it would be in there with her.

After lunch, they set off again, hoping to hit ten more kilometers before they set up camp. They'd rest their sore feet and spend the night, before setting out for the minor peak that was their goal for this hike. It was a two kilometer upward climb. Alicja spent most of the walk talking about her favorite book, "Rule", which features a main character named "Zofi". Zofia wasn't sure she'd like it - she wasn't really into fantasy.

As the sun began to set beyond the distant mountains, the group of tired teens settled in for the night. The girls went behind a nearby rock to change, while the boys changed quickly. It was the opportune time to replace their scent-dampeners. Except that Kacper didn't understand the right to privacy. While the girls were still changing, the big dog bounded behind the rock, excited by the sudden mix of eau de 'bitch in heat'. He went for Alicja first, making the startled Pomeranian dash for Maja.

"Szymon!" Zofia yelped. "Call your damn dog!"

The sheepdog listened to Szymon right away, regretfully bounding back around the rock. Alicja's heart was pounding as she replaced her scent pad and slipped on her night clothes.

On the other side, Zofia grimaced as she handed Micha her own, personal sleeping back, refusing to look at his cocky grin. She didn't care. What she got out of the deal was even better. She winked at the Hunting Dog as she slid into the one-person sleeping bag alongside Maja, tight and warm in there with the tall, athletic woman. Micha rolled his eyes, making himself comfortable in the bright, pink sleeping bag.

The next morning went quickly. Everyone was psyching themselves up for the uphill to the peak. All the supplies they didn't need to carry were left back, but they took food and water so a bear or wolf wouldn't ransack them. Now, even Micha was quiet, focusing on breathing. The atmosphere was thinner than the teenagers were used to, and they'd had a long walk the day before. Walking 7 kilometers horizontally and two kilometers up was a challenge even for Szymon.

But it was all worth it when they reached the top. It was by no means the tallest peak around - the distant mountains were snow-capped and above the tree-line. But it was still quite the accomplishment. The teens took pictures with their phones, posed with Kacper, and used the "panorama" feature to get a full 360 degree shot at the peak.

Walking back down was even harder than up. It took more energy, and had left the six panting to go up, but their feet burned and ached as they walked awkwardly down the slope. By the time they'd reached their camp site, they were all so tired the went straight to naps. The only person to skip the nap was Maja, much to Zofia's chagrin, though that did leave a lot more room in the sleeping bag. It was only 5 P.M., but they weren't going _anywhere_as exhausted as they were.

"I'm going to take a bath," Maja explained. They were just twenty feet from a nearby stream that was just a couple feet deep. Enough to get your fur wet, at least.

"Maybe I should, too," Micha grinned.

The Borzoi shook her head. "No thanks. But Szymon..." She glanced at the European Lynx. That was the most obvious come on so far on the trip.

His ears perked up and his eyes flicked toward the sleek, long-furred canine. "Might catch up with you after a few beers," he replied, flicking his tail.

Maja smiled encouragingly, and left the clearing to the other five teenagers. Zofia was surprised to find that Micha hadn't actually brought any_water, only beer. Still, after that hike, she was _parched. Even Alicja accepted a beer, and Micha and Szymon had two. Micha said, "I can't believe you turned down that piece of tail."

The grey-and-tan feline glanced at his dark-furred friend. "Maja? Who says I turned her down?"

"Dude, she invited you to the stream, and I didn't see her with a bathing suit."

Szymon nodded. "Yeah. She's into me."

Zofia couldn't handle it anymore, interrupting, "And you're not into her?"

He paused to consider his response. "I'm about to go. I really was just thirsty. I just..."

"What's wrong?" the Vizsla asked pointedly.

"I don't know what she wants. Skinny-dipping? Making out? Something more? I didn't bring any condoms." The lynx looked first at Micha who rolled his eyes and shook his head, not having brought condoms either. Then he looked at the Greyhound, who blushed madly but shook his head.

Zofia said, "Well, why don't you _ask_her?"

He flicked his tail. "I want to be prepared. Or I'll..."

"You'll what?" the Vizsla asked. Alicja could only stare back and forth, blushing every bit as deeply as Antoni.

With one paw, the lynx held out a fist and opened his hand, saying, "I'll go off too quick."

Micha laughed, "Jesus, Szymon. Just rub one out right now."

Szymon, normally unphased, looked taken aback. "In front of everyone?"

Micha shrugged. "You're in a sleeping bag." All five were tucked in the warmth of their bags.

"You're sick," the lynx explained simply.

"Look, there's a Borzoi bitch just waiting for you through those trees, and there's just a minute of wanking standing between you and that raised tail. Just get it over with."

Antoni burst out, "A minute? Just a minute?"

Micha shrugged. "I can get off in twenty seconds if I have to."

Zofia shook her head. "Yeah, right."

"Actually, I've done it faster," Szymon admitted.

Micha grinned, sitting up. "How about a competition, then? Whoever jacks it faster wins Maja."

Three stunned expressions, and one eye-roll from Szymon. The lynx said, "Pretty sure she's waiting for me. And why would I agree to that?"

"She's not some prize to win," Zofia growled. "Besides, I would beat_both_of you."

Now it was Micha's chance to do a double-take. "This I gotta see. How about we make _you_the prize, Zofia? What I wouldn't give to see that impudent little muzzle wrapped around my cock. Or Szymon's, I guess."

"You're disgusting," replied Zofia, but then she added, "And what do _I_get out of it when I win?"

"For starters, your sleeping bag."

She shook her head. "I'm good with this bag. If _I_beat you -" she stared straight at Micha, bringing her fingers in a "v" to her muzzle and flicking her tongue back and forth. "You gotta eat me out, and I want a picture on my phone."

Alicja yelped, "Zofia!"

Micha flattened his ears. "Gross."

"Oh, but sucking your dick isn't?" Zofia shot back.

Szymon said, "And if _I_win?"

The Hunting Dog glanced over at the lynx. "Well, what do you want?"

Szymon considered for a moment. "Get over each other. You _both_suck, so if _I_win, the biggest loser has to suck _Kacper_off. With pictures."

Antoni dropped his jaw. "Szymon!"

Alicja said, "No one is going to agree to this."

Zofia paused, weighing the odds. If _she_won, which she was pretty sure she would, she would finally put that asshole in his place. If Szymon won and she got second, she would still get to watch Micha deep-throat a feral. On the off chance that she lost, she could handle the repercussions, even with Kacper. She'd probably _rather_blow the dog than Micha. Or maybe that confidence came from the alcohol. She said, "You're on, but when you lose, you have to eat me out, too."

Micha added, "Or blow me." The rest of the teenagers glanced over at the black-and-tan dog. "What? It's gay for him, not me."

Szymon shook his head but agreed.

Alicja said, "I can't watch this..."

Zofia said, "Don't worry, I got this. First to cum - wins."

Like that, the contest was on, no one wanting to risk wasting even a few seconds. No one could quite see what was going on, what with the sleeping bags. Zofia had already slid her heat-pad down in preparation, revealing her swollen spade to the warmth of the air. She knew that most people thought girls were bad at masturbating, but she'd had _so_much practice. Leaning back and arching her back, the Vizsla slammed two fingers up her pussy, spreading her puffed-up folds wetly around. Her heat only made it easier, not to mention the previous night in the arms of her crush.

The two boys remained seated, obviously sliding their paws up and down rapidly. They didn't have any lubricant though, and Zofia was already dripping wet with her heat. Alicja and Antoni both looked away, unable to believe what was happening.

Zofia groaned and bucked upward against her fingers, now three of them, tail wagging as she imagined herself grinding against Maja. Her imagination was so real, when she looked up, there Maja was. Her long fur was still damp, and she was running a towel through her hair, her bare midriff showing.

"What's...going on?" she asked, curiously.

The three contestants were too busy to respond. All their talk of jacking off in twenty seconds looked like bluster as a full minute neared. Alicja's voice wavered as she said, "They're trying to see who can... make themselves cum fastest."

Maja's eyes popped open, looking at the way the sleeping bags were moving in a new way. "I leave for ten minutes...?"

Antoni said, "And they're betting, too."

While the Borzoi talked with the rest of the audience to get caught up, Zofia was getting really close. She was panting and whining now, her fingers clenched and wet from her pussy. She realized now that this sleeping bag would be absolutely _blanketed_in her heat, and no scentpad was going to fix that. She hoped Maja wouldn't mind. She hoped Maja would be turned on, as drawn to Zofia's heat as the Vizsla was to hers. Another night in her warm embrace...

"Ahhh!" Szymon groaned. "I - I got it!"

Seconds later, Zofia came, her entire body shuddering as she gushed around her fingers. She stained the sleeping bag with her juices, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Szymon sitting up, holding out his paw which held a thick glob of sticky goo.

Antoni gasped, "We didn't need to _see_it."

The lynx shrugged. "I needed to prove it. Should never try to race a cat."

Zofia was mortified. She'd forgotten that cats were known for copulating fast and often. And still she'd _almost_won. Micha was the big loser, however, finishing up a full ten seconds after Zofia.

"This is bullshit," he exclaimed. "There's no way you really came," he accused Zofia. "You faked it."

Zofia realized that she'd gotten probably the best outcome. Micha had to suck off Szymon's dog. She'd gotten off scot free. Assuming he accepted the results. "You want your proof? You can lick me clean." She held out her own hand, which was positively drenched and reeking of her heat.

Alicja agreed. "She wasn't faking."

Szymon said, "A bet's a bet, Micha."

"Come on. You're not going to make me. We're friends," Micha complained.

The lynx narrowed his eyes. "You're not welching the bet. You would have said the same thing if Zofia had lost."

"Kacper won't even know what's going on."

The lynx shook his head. "We won't know that till we find out. Kacper!"

The dog had been sleeping nearby, but upon hearing his name, the big, wooly sheep dog bounded up to his master. "Good boy. On your back, now. Roll over!"

Micha glanced from face to face only to realize that he didn't have any advocates here. The other teenagers were already holding their phones. "Okay..." he said slowly. "But if he's not interested, I get to stop."

Even Alicja was enjoying the contest now. It seemed like everyone in the camp wanted to see Micha knocked down a peg. Climbing out of the sleeping back, the Hunting Dog crawled over to Kacper. "You sick fuck," he grumbled at Szymon.

"I'm not the one blowing a dog."

For his part, Kacper seemed confused as Micha crawled over, but Szymon had told the dog to stay put, and so he did, even when the teenager was crouched over his tail, looking down at the dog's white sheath. "Well, let it be known that Micha," he said to himself, "doesn't back out on bets." With that, the obnoxious teen did as he was told, bending down a taking the very tip of Kacper's sheath into his mouth.

Pictures snapped, but Zofia was taking this opportunity to record video. Micha ran his tongue across the dog for a full three seconds before pulling back, pointing to the dog's full sheath, and saying, "See, not interested."

"Keep going," Szymon commanded. "You're not off the hook yet."

Clenching his fists, Micha lowered himself back to the dog's genitals, slurping gently up the big dog's soft flesh. He took three, long licks, before saying, "Satisfied?"

But Maja pointed down to the dog's sheath and said, "Look, he's poking out."

Sure enough, the hundred-and-ten pound dog was showing just a centimeter of red. Szymon exclaimed, "He likes you! Keep going."

"Come on..." Micha groaned, lowering himself once again to the dog. Each lick only caused more and more of the dog's cock to poke out, Kacper panting now at the surprise attention. Soon, almost all of his dick was glistening in the mountain air, and all the phones were focused on Micha. The blushing Hunting Dog looked from one face to another, but only saw excitement and ill will.

Szymon was no more understanding. He said, "Looks like you're going to have to make him cum, Micha. Put those cock-sucking skills to good use."

"Fuck you," he replied, getting on all fours to better access the dog's dick. Finally resolved, he tried to make this go as fast as possible. He began to lap at the bright, red rocket, coaxing the entire huge cock out of its hiding place. The dog was easily the largest that the girls had ever seen, and his knot hadn't even started to grow yet.

"You're doing really well," Zofia taunted. "You're a natural."

Micha just flattened his ears and kept it up, sliding his tongue along the dog's shaft, saliva mixing with Kacper's natural lubricant. He was wagging his tail now, whimpering. Micha just clenched his eyes shut and went to town, leaning forward to take the dog's entire cock into his muzzle.

That got a reaction from the dog, who started to hump up into Micha's wet, fuck hole.

"Ooh, he's _likes_that," Szymon noted.

Micha bobbed his head up and down, taking Kacper all the way to his knot, which was starting to swell just beyond Micha's teeth. He closed his mouth all the way and _suckled_noisily on the dog's erection, doing whatever it took to end this humiliating disaster as soon as possible. Not one of the teenagers was looking away.

The dog was really muzzle fucking Micha now, pumping up and into his mouth. Kacper panted and grunted, tail wagging wildly. He couldn't tell the difference between Micha's wet muzzle and a nice, tight spade. He pounded upward, his pink knot swelling up to bump against Micha's nose.

"Good boy," Szymon said again, and this time it wasn't clear which of the two he was talking about.

Zofia said, "Don't leave him hanging - let him knot you!"

Micha flipped Zofia off and did nothing of the sort. He wrapped his tongue around the big dog cock, _slurping_noisily, but he was not about to risk letting the dog tie to his face.

Maja froze and said, "Look, there's cum on Micha's lips!"

Sure enough, a little white cream had begun to leak down the side of Micha's chin.

Antoni gasped, "Gross!"

"As if this wasn't already gross enough?" Alicja added, sitting pretty close to the Greyhound now.

Cheeks burning, Micha didn't hold back, knowing that would only make the moment last longer. Instead, the Hunting Dog bobbed his head back and forth, sucking tightly, letting more of the pre-cum dribbling out of his muzzle. He wasn't about to swallow.

"God, he's really going to do it. Kacper's getting close!" Zofia laughed, still recording.

The sheep dog lay on his back, humping up into Micha's mouth, whining. He didn't give Micha any warning when he finally came, the first heavy load launching straight into the young man's mouth. Eyes wide, Micha pulled away and spat and coughed, narrowly avoiding the next several sticky shots as Kacper unloaded his balls like a volcano into the air. There was no doubting what had happened, and Zofia had it all on video.

"Blegh!" Micha gasped, refusing to look at the contented animal and his throbbing, still-shooting cock. "I'm so going to get you back for this, Szymon."

Maja applauded. "Gotta admit, I didn't think you'd go through with it."

Szymon said, "I knew he would."

Antoni said, "How...?"

The Pomeranian chimed in, less shy and more animated that usual, though perhaps the beer had helped. "Because he knows Micha likes dog-dick?"

Micha gave Alicja a sour look. Szymon shook his head. "He always honors bets."

Zofia's brain suddenly clicked. She could press her advantage. Micha had just given a dog a blowjob, but her mind when back over the bet, and she realized she had the upper hand. "Alright Micha, time to settle up with me."

He cocked his head, his ears flopping. "What do you mean?"

She was still in the sleeping bag, still naked from the waist down. "Don't you remember our bet?"

"You didn't win - Szymon did," he waved her off.

"That wasn't the deal. I said 'if I beat you', you gotta eat me out. Well?"

Micha blinked. "That was before Szymon -"

"I thought you always honored your bets," Zofia said, standing up and sliding out of the sleeping bag. The other kids gasped when they realized she was just wearing her sleeping shirt - both her panties and her scent-pad were on the ground beneath her. Sucking off a dog was one thing, but the Vizsla was out in the open for all to see, her puffy pussy standing straight out between her legs, the y-shaped folds trembling with anticipation.

Micha shook his head, standing up, ears flat. "Oh no you don't. That's a technicality, and besides which, you _faked_it."

"No I didn't. Jesus, Micha, are you gay? You'll lick _Kacper_but not me?" She knew he just couldn't handle the humiliation of losing to the girl he'd been trying to show up this whole time, but the words stung his pride anyway.

"C'mon, Zofia. At least give me a chance for double-or-nothing."

Maja said, "Give him a break, Zofi, after what he just did..."

"How about double-or-double?" Zofia asked. When the teens looked at her questioningly, she said, "I bet I've got more piercings than you do."

Micha blinked, clearly counting. Visible were nine piercings, while Micha was only showing seven, but Zofia suspected he had a few more hidden. But he wouldn't be able to beat her four belly-button rings. "And what's the stakes?" he asked, clearly counting in his head.

Zofia grinned. "Loser is the winner's slave for the rest of the trip. You've gotta do whatever I say."

Micha said, "I think you mean _you've_got to do whatever _I_say. Because you're on."

The Vizsla just laughed. "Good luck, Micha."

Alicja whimpered, "Zofia, this is going too far."

She just shook her head. "I've got this." She counted off the nine piercings shown, then lifted her shirt to reveal her belly piercings. The four circles met each other in an almost Celtic pattern, putting her at thirteen.

Micha didn't seem phased, which made Zofia's heart start to thud. He couldn't possibly have _seven_more piercings. But she watched with wide eyes as the Hunting dog lifted his shirt, tossing it aside to show off his toned abs and muscular body. Maja gasped appreciatively, but Zofia was busy counting. In addition to the seven she'd seen before, he was wearing two nipple rings, a vertical line of four belly-button studs, and, for the fourteenth, a metal stud in the skin near the center of his collar bone.

"Fourteen," he said, grinning.

Zofia hadn't wanted to do this, but she had one more trick up her sleeve. Holding up a hand to stop the gloating Micha, the Vizsla reached down with one hand. All eyes followed her fingers to her swollen spade. "You're kidding," Micha groaned. Zofia pushed her fingers into her wet mound, fishing around for a moment, before gently pulling back. There, between her fingers, glistened a ball-stud, pierced through her clitoris. Not even Maja knew about this one. "Fourteen," she said, blushing, her engorged pussy gaping wide for everyone.

"Well now what?"

Zofia said, "We break the tie. Boys versus girls," she said, glancing at her friends. She mentally went through a checklist of the piercings she knew the other girls had. In addition to Alicja's pierced ears, she knew that Maja had a belly piercing. But the big surprise was meek little Alicja, who Maja'd convinced after far too much to drink to get nipple piercings. She still had them, didn't she? Was five more enough? Both Antoni and Szymon had a left ear piercing, showing they weren't afraid of needles, but nothing else. They couldn't possibly have four hidden piercings, right?

Micha glanced the other teenagers over. "You can't count 'em unless they get in on the bet," he said, staring Alicja down. He was trying to prevent Zofia's star player from even joining!

"Fine," Zofia said quickly. She glanced at Maja, who nodded, despite only bringing one piercing to the table. She _needed_Alicja. The Vizsla made the biggest eyes she ever could, until the light brown Pom blushed and nodded.

Szymon was quick to agree. The lynx looked over at Antoni and said, "You in?"

"But I only have two -" he started before Micha _shushed_him.

"We need you, dummy. And if you aren't in, you don't get any slaves when we win."

Alicja blanched, realizing what she'd just agreed to. Still, her four rings should tip the balance. She looked at Zofia first, then Maja, and said, "Maybe this isn't a good idea."

Maja flicked an ear and looked at Zofia. The Vizsla said, "We've got this, trust me."

The Greyhound tucked his tail between his legs, but he agreed to the terms. He and Maja both lifted their shirts to show off their belly piercings, but Antoni had the earring too, putting the boys in the lead. With Alicja's two ears and Szymon's one, they were tied.

The trembling Pomeranian said, "Is that it?" hoping for a tie. Szymon shook his head, lifting his shirt to reveal a single ring on his right nipple.

Alicja whined. "Oh, no..."

Zofia's heart froze. "You still have them, don't you? Tell me you didn't take them out."

She shook her head. "I do, but..."

"You've got to show them, Ally. They're gonna make you do way more embarrassing stuff," Zofia explained.

The Pomeranian closed her eyes tight and said, "Okay." With that, she took off her t-shirt, revealing her bra. Her pert, small breasts were still hidden, but the shy dog reached back, unhooking the underwear and dropping it to the ground. Her boobs spilled out into the cold air, her nipples hardening. There, dangling from each one, was a gold ring. That put the total at 19 to 18 piercings!

"Oh, wow..." Antoni gasped, blushing at Alicja's exposed breasts.

Zofia grinned at Micha. "We win. So you better get that tongue working," she added, sliding her hand down to her exposed crotch.

Maja took one glance at Szymon and smiled. "Now I really wish I'd brought condoms."

Alicja just blushed at Antoni.

But before they could really relish in their victory, Szymon stepped into the center and said, "Hold up." With that, he dropped his pants in one smooth motion. Together, all eyes widened at the lynx's sheath. There, in front of everyone, the cat's dick poked just out of his sheath, revealing a Prince Albert and a frenum piercing. "Twenty."

The girls froze. Zofia was mortified. She'd been planning to get a lip ring this weekend, until Maja had dragged her along. They looked at each other, as if hoping one of them was also holding out, but there were no more to come. The boys had won.

Micha wasted no time. "Alright, slaves. You're wearing entirely too much clothing! Off with it!"

Antoni interjected, "Dude, be tasteful. Let's just...you know...pair off?" He glanced back at Alicja, who blushed at him.

Micha said, "Fine, but they're going to prove their obedience by getting naked. You're not going to back out now, after what Szymon made me do?"

Begrudgingly Maja and Alicja undressed. Maja slid her shirt off first, before lowering her skirt to the ground. No one could miss the clinical, white scent pad that went down right after it, nor the Borzoi's swollen pussy. Alicja was already topless, but her hands shook as she slide her shorts and her own diaper down. Her spade was as erect as her cold-studded nipples.

"This is bullshit!" Zofia gasped, taking off her shirt. She was already mostly naked. She was definitely the biggest loser - Maja would go with Szymon, and Alicja and Antoni were finally going to have no excuses not to bone. But she knew exactly what Micha was going to do to her.

"I pick first, since I had the most," Micha said, ignoring her. "Three beautiful bitches in heat. Three bellies about to walk home with puppies. Or kittens, I guess." To absolutely no one's surprise, the Hunting Dog said, "Zofia, you're with me."

Alicja yipped at Micha's lewd suggestion. She turned to Maja, "They're not going to...not really...?"

Maja huddles the three girls together and whispered, "That's up to them, but don't worry - I don't go anywhere without Plan B, okay?"

The Pomeranian whined at the prospect. "But I'm a virgin!" she said too loudly. The boys gasped.

Zofia grumbled, "We don't have much choice. But at least you're going to lose your cherry to Antoni."

That only eased Alicja's nerves slightly. It shouldn't have, because Szymon was the next to pick. "Shit - a virgin? Sorry, Maja, but I'm picking Alicja."

Both girls' jaws dropped. Antoni said, "Hey, but I -"

Szymon said, "I'm next to pick - I've got three, you've got two."

Antoni froze, unable to argue with his friend. "I - I guess I pick Maja."

"Atta boy," Szymon grinned holding out a hand to the naked Pomeranian. Alicja froze, staring up at the European Lynx. At least he'd pulled up his pants, but his bare, muscular chest was still out, the fur shining in the late afternoon sun. She shivered at the predatory look in his eyes. "Let's head to the stream."

"But -" she gasped, reaching out her hand. He clasped her hard, pulling her along with him toward the trees, before she disappeared from sight.

Maja and Zofia exchanged a glance. This was all going wrong! Maja was stuck with a meek little Greyhound that wasn't at all her type, and Alicja was off with Szymon, after two days of quiet flirting with Antoni. The Pomeranian had never expected to end up with a lynx! Zofia had been ready to bite the bullet to help her friends hook up, but not like this.

Micha just laughed. "I guess Szymon figures he can get Borzoi tail whenever he wants. Alright, Zofia, let's get going."

The world was spinning for the Vizsla. Not only had her pride gotten _her_into trouble, it had affected her friends. But they couldn't back out of the bet any more than she could! How could anyone back out after what Micha had done to Kacper? She stepped back from the Hunting Dog, who was still wearing his pants.

"Triple or nothing?" she whined.

He just shook his head. "Come on, slave."

"N-no," she stuttered, making Micha's ears perk up in anger, before she added, "I want to stay here." There was no telling what Micha would do to her if he had privacy. She glanced at Maja. She nodded.

"Fine," Micha shrugged. "They can watch while you suck me off." With that, the shameless dog lowered his pants, revealing his sheath - an inch of his red cock showing.

Zofia knew she'd better get it over with. Trying not to look at her audience, she crouched in front of the big, black dog, nose to tip with his dick. If she hadn't pressed her luck, _he_would be the one humiliating himself between _her_legs. She had to perch on her toes to reach him. Now she found herself reaching her tongue out for the man who'd bragged so many times about the chicks he'd banged.

"Mmmm," he groaned, as her tongue slid up the belly of his cock. He put his hands on Zofia's head, thumbs wrapped around her ears as he directed her muzzle like his own personal fleshlight.

Maja glanced at Antoni. "Well, what now?"

The Greyhound turned away from Micha and Zofia with a start, as if realizing for the first time that the tall, sexy Borzoi was standing naked in front of him, his to command. Scratching his head, Antoni said, "Uh, I don't know."

She cocked her head. "You wanted Alicja."

He nodded slowly. "I can't believe he'd do this. He knew."

Micha said, "Get over yourself, Antoni, and fuck that bitch of yours. You can have Alicja later; she was basically lifting her tail for you all trip."

Zofia managed to stop herself from talking back. She knew that if she resisted him in any way, he'd punish her. Whimpering, she took another lick, and another, watching his erection push out of his furred sheath.

Antoni looked at Maja again. "I guess. Can you, uh...lie on your back?"

Promptly, the Borzoi did as she was told, sitting down on Alicja's sleeping bag and laying back. She was distinctly aware of her nudity, but made no effort to cover herself up. "Is this better?" she said helpfully. Zofia could tell she was trying to give the Greyhound more self-confidence, when she could probably have gotten away scot free. There's no way that dog would be assertive enough to make her do something he didn't think she wanted.

Still, Antoni gulped, looking down at the beautiful bitch, her heat-swollen pussy prominently displayed. Unlike Alicja, Maja's breasts were big and full, her long, silken fur cascading along the ground like rays of light. Taking another glance at Micha, Antoni knelt over the Borzoi, his stomach pressed between her legs, still a foot from her face. "I don't know what to say," he mumbled.

"Then don't say anything," she said, and she kissed him. Suddenly, long, curved muzzle met slender muzzle, and Antoni tilted his head to the side. Mouths open, the two dissolved into a long, wet French kiss, with Maja pulling Antoni into her arms.

"Alright, suck it, Zofia."

The Vizsla glanced back to Micha, grateful at least that Maja didn't seem horrified by this turn of events. Right between her eyes rested his whole, full dick, just a drop of white leaking out onto her muzzle. Wincing, she pushed her nose up and slurped his whole cock into her muzzle, like she'd seen him do to Kacper. She tried to keep that vision in her head, remembering her phone still held the video. His glossy member slid into her mouth, filling her lips with the salty, acrid flavor. Before she could suck, though, he slammed her head forward with his hands, almost making her gag. He was just short enough to fit in her entire muzzle, humping gently. Whining, she began slurping and suckling him.

Zofia glanced over at her crush. The two, slender, long-legged dogs looked so picturesque, like they were in a movie. The Greyhound rested on Maja, passionately kissing her, his hands pillars on either side of her, while she reached up with her long neck, hands running down his short-furred back. She, of course, made the next move, and it almost seemed like _she_was the master, and he the slave. With one hand, she slid it under him, down his chest, and cupped his hefty sheath.

Antoni yelped, instinctively tucking his tail between his legs, but her hand blocked that. He glanced down, then back at Maja and smiled. Groaning, he bucked into her hand, his cock growing out of his sheath. "Good boy."

"Good girl," Micha grunted, his knot starting to bulge just beyond Zofia's nose. The Vizsla's wide muzzle was the perfect warm, wet hole for him, and he used her eagerly. His rough hands tugged painfully on her ears, but she kept it up, bobbing her head and trying to keep his pre on the back of her tongue. Some still leaked down and she could taste the vile stuff. She'd never liked blow jobs, and she really didn't like Micha.

"You're lucky, really. A good hard fucking will remove that stick out of your ass," he said, his dick trembling. She couldn't exactly reply, glaring up at him, but that only seemed to excite the Hunting Dog more. "Are you on birth control?"

Zofia knew Micha liked to brag about knocking up half-conscious women he met at clubs, but he didn't really_do that, did he? Maybe if she told him the truth, he'd use a condom, or leave her pussy alone. It certainly wouldn't help to say she _was. She told him the truth. All three ladies hadn't jumped through the hoops required to get birth control in Poland. Most people just played it safe. Zofia shook her head 'no'.

Micha grinned. "You're going to be another notch on my wall, then." He took another long look at the Hungarian Vizsla and said, "I hope your parents don't mind half-Polish grandkids."

Zofia wasn't surprised at how awful Micha was. At least he didn't know that Maja was packing emergency contraceptives. She didn't see the need to tell him that. She whined, Micha's cock slapping faster and faster as he got close.

Maja had guided her Greyhound's muzzle to her breasts, tossing her head and moaning as she cupped his genitals in one hand while he nibbled on her nipples. Groaning, Antoni said, "I don't have a condom..."

She turned her mouth to his ear and said, "It's okay."

"I'll pull out..."

She shook her head. "Don't."

"But -"

She pulled her hand away from his crotch and spread her legs beneath him, whining. "It'll be okay."

He stared down between their sweaty bodies to her spread legs, her spade sticking firmly out in her swollen heat. His cock was thick and full just inches above. "A-are you ready?" he asked.

"Just shut up and do me," she panted.

Antoni lowered himself carefully onto the Borzoi, his tip colliding with her wet mound. Her lips parted easily for the thin, bony tip, and with a gasp, Antoni was inside her.

"Ah!" she yipped.

Antoni groaned, "Nnngh! So _this_is what I've been missing out on!"

Maja shivered. Every time she took a cock, she thought of that Komondor who'd ravaged her when she was thirteen. But Antoni was so soft and sweet, and she whined, "You're a virgin?"

Antoni gulped. "Yep..."

Maja leaned back, wrapping her legs around the slender Greyhound. "Not after this." She bucked her hips up against him, offering her unprotected pussy to his bare cock. Despite her intent for the next morning, the two were having a proper breeding. Their long, thin tails wagged together as their wet loins grinding against each other.

"You're gunna swallow," Micha said. It wasn't a question. He was humping even harder now, and Zofia was starting to get dizzy from her head bouncing back and forth. She kept her jaws closed just enough that he couldn't possible knot her, but he didn't seem to want that. "Now be a good dog and take a drink!"

Zofia's eyes widened as the Hunting Dog finally came, huge ropes of cum splattering the back of her throat. She coughed and sputtered, but he held her head down, forcing her to drink every drop he gave her. She couldn't keep up and cum began to drizzle out the side of her muzzle, despite gulping as best she could.

"There's a good little bitch," Micha panted. "You get a reward!" He pulled her off of him, launching at point blank into her face. Her reward was a shot that hit her straight in the eye before she managed to close them, and then a thorough painting across her muzzle and face.

"Hey!" she coughed, rubbing her eye.

Micha laughed. "Where's Kacper? He'd clean you up."

The dog was nowhere to be seen, but Zofia cleaned _herself_up, licking her chops to gulp whatever she could. The rest just sank into her fur, making her feel dirty and sick. Her stomach was weak, too, now swimming with this asshole's cum.

Panting, Micha sat down on the ground in front of Zofia. "Damn, look at them go," he said casually, watching Antoni pounding the living daylights out of a gasping, moaning Maja. He said, "It's true, you know - ladies always play hard to get, but when you're in heat, you just wanna bone down with whatever cock you can find."

"Idiot," Zofia growled. She didn't bother refuting his obvious misconception.

Micha said, "That's no way to talk to your master."

"If you really believe what you just said, then let me choose. Surely I'll choose you, right?"

Micha shook his head. "No, you've already tricked yourself into thinking you don't need it. But you'll find out soon enough. Believe me, you won't regret your bet by the end of this."

"Asshole," she levied at him.

Micha narrowed his eyes. "Are you suggesting another place you want to lick?"

Zofia's eyes widened. "You w -", she started before catching herself. She knew he would, and complaining was a sure-fire way to make it happen. Instead, she bowed her head and said, "No, master."

"Good," he grinned. "A good bitch like you deserves puppies, but you're gunna have to convince me to give them to you. C'mon, Zofi, beg."

The Vizsla whimpered. She knew what disobedience meant. Worst case, the Hunting Dog would make _her_blow Kacper too. She cast a sad glance at her best friend, who was grinding up against the athletic Greyhound as they strained and sweated, moaning in beautiful unison. But Micha was just as awful as she had imagined, and she had to do whatever he said. Zofia was crouching, most of the cum either cleaned up or hidden among her fur, realizing he wanted her to turn him on again. Flattening her ears, she looked over at where Micha sat on the ground and said, "Please, master - I'm horny!"

"You're going to have to do better than that," he said, leaning back to rest on his elbows as he watched, his flaccid dick still leaking on his caramel belly fur.

Zofia sat up like a feral, paws tucked to her breasts and let her tongue fall out of her mouth. "Pleeease," she whined. "Please fuck me, master - I'm in heat and I need you."

She realized now that this was actually going to happen. He wasn't going to stop until he'd slammed himself balls deep in her fertile pussy and done his college best to knock his rival up. And if she was going to play along this far, she knew that she would play along when it came to that. Her friends had all watched Micha suck off a sheepdog, and they knew that she wasn't really at risk of getting pregnant - not with Maja's pills. Let the asshole think he was breeding her. She'd been through worse than him. Hell, Alicja had gone off with Szymon when that must have been terrifying for her. Zofia wasn't going to back down now. Whining, she said, "I need your puppies inside me. I beg you!"

Micha watched with a smirk on his face, but he dropped his jaw when he watched Zofia sit down in the dirt, spread her golden legs apart, and grab her muff. She spread herself with her fingers, rocking her hips and whining for him, forcing herself to wag her tail.

"Damn, Zofia, you're a pretty good actor."

She shook her head. "I'm not acting," she lied, rubbing her swollen spade. She turned over onto her hands and knees and lifted her tail, her pussy bouncing. Looking over her shoulder she whined, "Please, sniff me! Smell how much I need you."

This little display already had Micha at half mast, and he quickly got to his hands and knees, placing his rough paws on her rump. Zofia shivered, wanting nothing less than the jerk's touch. But she had no choice now. She held her position, even as the Hunting Dog lowered his muzzle and took a deep, long whiff of her quivering vagina.

While Micha made her pussy bounce with his hot breath, Zofia glanced over at Antoni and Maja. There was no doubt about what they were doing. Antoni was pressed up against her, tight, almost surely already knotted in her fertile pussy. The long-furred Borzoi had her arms and legs around the sweating, grunting virgin, moaning as she bucked up against him. The teenager that had raped her had held her face down in the carpet, so Maja only used other sex positions, and missionary was just fine for the heated bitch. She whined in Antoni's ear, saying, "Do it - breed me!"

"Oh, God, I can't believe this is happening," Antoni yelped, his full cock buried inside her wet, clenching cunny. Nothing stood in the way of their mating, and she was literally begging for it. "I never thought I had a chance with you."

The Borzoi cocked her head. "What? Why not?"

He panted down at her, "You're so elegant, and I'm...just...well, me."

"C'mon. You're really cute!"

"Really?" he said, uncertain.

"You just need to be more assertive. I _know_Alicja has a crush on you." Maja let her tongue dangle out of her curved muzzle. "And you might be a virgin, but you're a pretty good fuck."

"Nnnnm," he groaned, pounding harder. "Oh...I'm..."

Maja just whispered in his ear, "Do it."

And with that, they were cumming together, bodies rocking against each other as the Greyhound pumped his balls right up against her fertile chamber, unloading wave after wave into her teenage pussy. Maja knew she'd never have done this without the bet hanging over her, but in that moment, she didn't care. She clenched and moaned and milked the awkward virgin for all he was worth, while his face contorted in ecstasy.

Micha ignored all that, letting Zofia's heat dominate his nose. For all that he'd tried to avoid it before, he couldn't help himself. He took a lick, and then another lick, and soon the Hunting Dog was ramming his tongue into Vizsla, gulping down her slick juices. Her puffed up pussy spread easily around him, pulling him deeper and deeper until his tongue brushed up against her clit ring. Gasping, Zofia couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure and pain. That piercing had proved to be the best one yet, even though usually no one could see it. She tossed back her head and _moaned_as he played with the stud, rubbing it this way and that until her legs were weak.

"You like that, don't you, slave?" he growled.

"D-don't stop!" she whined, and she was only half acting.

"Ready for me to make you my bitch? Leave you a little present?"

Zofia whined. She'd slept with guys before, but always on _her_terms. And none of them were as fucking terrible as Micha. But how could she refuse, when Maja was just meters away getting bred by Antoni? She knew she was going to use retroactive protection, but neither of the guys did, but not even the Greyhound seemed to worry or care about what he might be doing to his 'slave'. The ladies' eggs were ready and waiting, and none of the three misfits could afford an abortion. Technically, the procedure was covered by insurance, but the public doctors almost always refused. As far as these guys knew, they were about to become fathers! Unless Micha was already one.

Amber-furred pussy bouncing, Zofia let Micha think what he wanted, gasping, "Micha...don't. Please - just pull out?"

Micha grinned at her. "You don't get to tell me what to do."

"Seriously, Micha," she whined, knowing that her pleas were neither necessary nor fruitful. "I can't get pregnant..." If he thought he'd won, he'd be less monstrous.

"You should have thought of that before challenging me."

With that, he hopped onto her back and she yelped. "Micha..." she shuddered.

She glanced back at him, eyes wide, disgusted when she felt his wet prick prodding her pussy. She already had his first load in her stomach, but he wouldn't leave her until his second was deep in her womb. "I win," he whispered in her ear. Trembling, she spread her legs and awaited the inevitable - and Micha thrust.

Her sopping pussy parted easily for his fat cock, already well-lubricated by his saliva. Like that, he was in her, his hands holding her haunches firmly as he pounded himself deep inside. "Such a tight bitch," he groaned, slapping his hips against hers.

"Fffuck," she groaned. The dude was big. Her heat-swollen spade could just barely contain the black-and-gold furred teenager. She'd never had sex with a man since she'd gotten the clit piercing, and she could only drop her jaw and _whine_when his bony tip brushed up against that internal metal stud. It hurt, but it also sent a throbbing wave of pleasure through her to the tips of her bright, yellow fur. She was pretty wet, but his hard thrusts still pounded her into a dull ache. The pain didn't stop there, as Micha reached around to roughly grasp her breasts, digging his nails into her soft flesh and scratching her nipples.

Zofia dug her nails into the dirt, wincing and groaning as her hips bucked uncontrollably, though she told herself that was from his_thrusts, not hers. The Vizsla laid her floppy ears back, tossing her head and whimpering. Micha whispered in her ear, "You're mine now, dyke." He bit down on the scruff of her neck, pulling her head upward with his sharp teeth. She _howled, her tail held straight out to the side.

How could something that hurt so much feel _so_good? Her eyes rolled up in the back of her head as the Hunting Dog used her body like a toy, grinding hard against her clit stud. Her spade dissolved into shuddering spasms, her body giving over completely to her alpha until she was humping back so hard she couldn't pretend it was just him anymore.

"Dang," Maja said, glancing over at her best friend getting ravaged from behind. She was still cradling the moaning Greyhound, exchanging licks and nuzzles and kisses as they lay together, tied, but she couldn't help but notice Zofia grinding back against the guy she'd purported to hate, her tail obediently curled away.

"You like that, don't you?" growled Micha.

But Zofia whined, "No...!"

"You do! Admit it!" he said, squeezing his paws to dig his nails into her soft breasts.

"I - I won't," she gasped.

"Then why is your tail wagging?"

Zofia looked back and saw that, sure enough, she'd been betrayed. Her tail was flinging back and forth, slapping Micha in the side. "That's -" she started.

Micha interrupted, "Admit it!" and he pulled out just far enough, angling himself up and in so that he could drive himself as deep as possible. To this point, he'd kept his knot out of her, but this time, he rammed himself up into her, popping_sealed with a loud _squelch, his fat cock now throbbing against her clit. She eagerly engulfed his knot, clenching down so hard around the bulbs that they grew almost instantly. Her bloated spade wasn't going to let him go anywhere, massaging his cock even as he pounded her.

"God, please, Micha, do it!" she finally howled, her heat finally driving the thinking, sentient part of her mind out of her. "Breed me!"

Grunting, Micha slammed home. "One litter, coming right up," he moaned.

Together, in blissful synchronicity, the two teenagers erupted, two floods of fluid spilling down her tunnel to meet in a warm, wet splash. Micha's huge cock sent rope after rope of fertile cum straight against her inner wall, his tip grinding against her opening. She knew she was in heat, and that she was ready. Knotted to the profligate Polish Hunting Dog, she was certain she was about to conceive. Her womb was drenched in his cum, his balls still shuddering against her rump. The same was likely true of Maja, and who knew what Alicja was up to with Szymon!

Panting in bliss, Zofia could still grimace in distaste at the idea of her eggs mingling with the likes of Micha, and she had no regrets about her plan to end any such spawn before it could start. The last thing the world needed was more Micha's. "Harder!" she gasped, squeezing tight around him.

They were still clutching each other and panting even as Antoni pulled out of Maja and lay next to her on her sleeping bag. Zofia was stewing the entire time. She hadn't just been acting for Micha's benefit - she really had _liked_it. Now, after her body was finally coming down, she felt sick in her stomach. She felt dirty, and used, and the only real solace she had was that Maja seemed to have enjoyed her time with Antoni. She hoped that Szymon didn't push Alicja too hard. Micha groaned loudly behind her, and said, "That oughta shut you up."

Zofia didn't dignify that with a response, clenching her eyes shut and trying to pretend she was anywhere but here. At least it was over.

Except that it wasn't. When Szymon returned to camp with Alicja walking meekly beside him, both completely naked except for Szymon's scarf around Alicja's neck, Micha finally _popped_out of Zofia. The Hunting Dog grinned at the lynx and said, "How was that ripe cherry?"

Alicja just looked away, as Szymon said, "Pretty well popped."

Micha laughed. "Well, I don't mind sloppy seconds. Give her here."

Maja said, "Wait, but we -"

Micha interrupted. "You thought we were done? 'Slaves for the rest of the trip', remember?"

Antoni said, "Hold up. Shouldn't we just...leave it?"

"Don't you want to fuck that Pomeranian you've been sniffing after all trip?"

The Greyhound gulped. "No! I mean...yes, but..."

"Well, go take her, dummy," Micha growled. "I'll take the Borzoi.

Zofia said, "Oh no you won't."

But Maja shook her head. "We lost the best, Zofia. Like it or not, he's right."

Zofia looked from the resigned but obedient Borzoi to the timid Pomeranian who looked so dazed by losing her virginity that she'd do whatever_anyone_told her, and the Vizsla sighed. I guess it's time for round 2.