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I woke up to barks and yips from next door. My ears perked up. I thought the neighbors had fixed the problem two years ago. Grumbling, I clambered onto all fours and crawled over to the window. I didn't have to stand up to open it, because I had six limbs, not counting the tail. One of the few advantages of being a dogtaur.

"Mrrrphg mrgggh'll?" my wife, Olga, grumbled from the bed, covering herself with the blanket as the cool air sneaked in against the smooth skin on her torso.

"The Dalmatians left their bitch out again. Don't worry, I'll take care of it." What kind of self-respecting anthro canine had a dog as a pet? At least the animal was a Poodle, and not the same breed as her owners.

It had been almost two years since the last time this had happened. Every night for a week, our inconsiderate neighbors had left their pet bitch, Nissa, out in the backyard while she was in heat, wailing and yipping all night. I could see why they wouldn't want that in the house, but that made it our problem. I'd asked them politely, and promised I wouldn't go to the police. Being from Serbia, I didn't want to blithely involve the authorities, even though we now lived in the much freer Midwest of America. Not that my daughter, Vera, ever expressed gratitude for all we sacrificed bringing her and her cousins here.

The neighbors refused to listen. After two attempts to play nice, I'd decided to take matters into my own hands. My wife thought I simply let the dog loose in town to let her barks bother someone else, but I know the neighbors suspected the real truth. I still remember it each night as I fall asleep next to Olga...

Slowly I unlatched the gate that connected our fences. The neighbors, of course, were fast asleep, letting their bitch wail endlessly into our window. While Olga and Vera tried once again to fit ear plugs into their large, floppy ears, I decided to shut the Poodle up once and for all.

Sliding the gate closed behind me, I crept through their backyard to the chain link fence where the offending, curly white dog whined. Glaring down at the bitch, I took a deep breath, glancing at both houses once again. It was a starless night, and there was a tool shed by the dog's pen.

When the dog saw me, she barked and yipped, but she'd been doing that all night. No one would suspect there was an intruder in the yard. She ran to the door to her four-by-four kennel, wagging her tail, wafting her damned heat scent around. She'd been drawing strays from miles around to join their voices with hers.

How many times I'd imagined strangling this dog and playing dumb when the police came to question me, but that was the old Elias Lukacevic. That's not how we did things in the United States. But I knew there was another way to shut her up. I just had to let her out onto the street to get what she needed from the strays. If she never came back, all the better, but at least she would get her heat out of her system. And if the neighbors refused to spay the damned bitch, they deserved a litter.

Gritting my teeth, I turned the squeaky handle on the door. But I realized then what I'd been missing - the sounds of her male suitors. Somehow tonight, all the disgusting studs were indoors. Nissa might find one, but she might not, and then she'd be back to whining the next night, with the kennel door locked. When the door opened, the bitch bounded at me, apparently seeing me as just the Golden Retriever my lower half looked like. I had faintly darker fur on the sides, the only evidence that I was part German Shepherd. The Poodle danced around me, sniffing and barking while I glared down at her.

These animals were so humiliating! Because of these dopey pets, everyone laughed at us dogtaurs. No one took us seriously, even more so when these beasts were around trying to play with us and lick us and sniff our -

Hey! I gasped, as Nissa's cold nose poked under my tail. With a grunt, I kicked her away, but she didn't take the hint. That was when she did it - right in front of me, spinning around, her feet planted far apart. Her fluffy, white tail curled to the side, because she knew a male dog when she smelled one.

"Fat chance," I growled, looking at the ridiculous animal's swollen spade, so similar to Olga's. Equally pink, but a bit smaller, Nissa's mound was puffed out, tight, and wet, bouncing up and down in excitement at the nearest prospect she'd managed so far. But when I opened the door, she wouldn't leave. Not when I was there. She seemed insistent that her best prospect was me, a forty-year-old, happily married dogtaur just trying to get a good night's sleep!

Exhausted mentally and physically, I lay down, glaring at the Poodle. She ignored the look, rubbing against me, licking at my hands when I tried to push her away, and whimpering. When she jumped to lick my face, I pulled back, rolling onto my side. Perhaps that's what she'd been planning all along, because the second she caught a glimpse, she went for it, tongue-first.

"Oh!" I gasped, her warm tongue blanketing my lightly-furred sheath.

I was in such shock that at first I didn't know what to do, so I didn't do anything. The inquisitive creature buried her nose in my musky crotch, lapping gently at the tip of my sheath, slowly coaxing out my dick. At first I was nervous with the animal's teeth so close, but all I felt was her warm, wet tongue. And she didn't stop. Soon, I found myself rolled over all the way onto my side in the neighbor's backyard, watching in horror as the dog pleasured me.

"...Nissa," I gasped, tail wagging against my will. Heart pounding, I glanced up at the house but my bedroom window was dark. Olga was taking advantage of the temporary quiet - for with the Poodle's tongue busy, her whines and whimpers were muffled. "Fffuck," I groaned, fully emerging from my sheath until my fat, red cock glistened in the night air, only encouraging the girl's tongue.

It all happened so fast. I could feel my balls tensing as I lay back, frozen in place, panting. But then she pulled back, right when I was about to lose it. Licking her lips, she repeated her presentation, and this time to a more receptive audience. Her pink spade bounced and wiggled in front of my eyes, and my cold cock twitched and shivered at the mere thought. I spared just two seconds to ponder how crazy it was that I was thinking of these dirty animals in this way. "I-I shouldn't," I whispered, more to me than to the dumb Poodle. Quite a difference from "Fat chance".

But Nissa whined and then barked in protest, waggling her hips. Her barks turned to howls, and my ears flattened. She was going to wake the whole neighborhood before I could even get her back in her kennel! "Shh! Shh! Come on..." I growled, and grabbed her by the collar. She kept yapping as I dragged her back between the toolshed near her kennel and the neighbor's fence. Not to the kennel. My wife and 16-year-old needed to sleep, and until this bitch got what she needed, that wasn't going to be possible. If the neighbors wouldn't take care of their own dog, I'd have to take care of her for them.

She didn't stop barking until I'd mounted her. Hidden away, I hopped onto her back and wrapped my front paws around her, balancing over the much smaller animal. Where another dog might have been able to bite the scruff of her neck, my chest rubbed against her ears. Despite my weight, she bent her knees and held me up, tail curled to the side as she shuddered in anticipation. I grabbed her collar with my hands, and lined myself up with where I thought her tight, puffy spade was. Her rump felt so much like my wife's, but one look down and I could see that I wasn't going to be able to wrap my arms around Nissa's chest to fondle her breasts. No, I was on top of the neighbor's annoying Poodle puppy, hard and throbbing.

"This better shut you up," I told her. Biting my lip, I pressed up against her wet folds, my bony tip spreading her swollen pussy apart, and as simple as that, I was in her. I was fucking a dog_. She grunted low and fast, her muscular tunnel squeezing hard around me as I drove deeper, the soft mound rubbing every inch of my cock as I humped up into her. For now, at least, she wasn't quiet, yelping as I claimed her cherry, but no one could see us back here, and no one could know or suspect that her plaintive cries were now caused by_ me_. If only the Dalmatians had spayed the bitch they could have spared her (and us) that last week of misery. With a thrust, I bottomed out inside the Poodle, my knot straining against her untried mound._

She still seemed grateful, despite the momentary pain, and the poor girl dissolved into yipping humps and moans, bucking up and down on my shaft, her internal clit grinding hard against me. She panted hard, her tongue spilling sideways out of her muzzle as I fucked her senseless, digging her claws into the dirt as we rutted like animals. She even brought out the animal side of me, my groans and grunts decidedly canine_in nature. I didn't hold back - we'd heard plenty of male suitors growling at the fence._

Together we cried in unison, rocking against each other, until I let go of her collar and leaned forward, pressing my chest (still in my nightshirt) against her back. My head rested on hers as I embraced her neck, holding her in place as I tried to knot the needy bitch. I knew I shouldn't. Nothing good could come from it! I could get caught, but even if I didn't - Nissa was in heat and my golden balls were more than capable of sating her. If I didn't pull out, odds were good I'd knock the neighbor dog up.

But that's just what the year-old bitch wanted, smashing back against me, pounding her ragged pussy against my swollen knot. She wanted the tie, she wanted the full load pumping into her tight little womb, she wanted a litter like I'd given to Olga back in Serbia. It'd serve the Dalmatians right, too. This is, after all, what happens when you leave your dog intact. You get unwanted puppies.

She whined at such a high pitch that the dogs in the neighboring houses started to bark, and I realized we were still going to wake up the entire neighborhood. As proof, a voice from somewhere in the neighborhood yelled, "Shut up!" futilely at the offending Poodle. Or maybe he was yelling at_me? _I howled as I humped forward, wedging myself impossibly tightly into her quivering cunny. One half-inch, then two, and then my entire girth was squeezed in her bloated cunt. Panting just inches from her own bobbing tongue, I whispered, "Alright, dog, we're doing this."

With that romantic announcement, I shoved forward, and my knot sank in all at once with a loud pop!She yipped at first, her spade outstretching into a huge bulb as she clenched powerfully around my dog cock, but then she howled, and so did I. Balls clenching, I unloaded a flurry of humps, erupting again and again inside the whimpering bitch. Our voices joined throughout the night, prompting another yell from that same neighbor, but he couldn't know that a grown man was fucking some pet bitch. I'd find out later that Olga and Vera both heard the noisy "dogs" squealing, though neither could know that the lower voice was actually good ol' Dad.

Nissa rocked her rump in sharp circles, squeezing hard around my knot, my shaft, my erupting tip, milking every drop straight into her once-pure womb. I studded her well, cumming harder than I had ever before as I drowned her eggs in dogtaur seed. And after I left her, dripping and satisfied in her kennel, she didn't make a peep the entire night.

She'd had normal puppies, of course, a Poodle/Golden Retriever mix. As I opened the backdoor fully intending to go stud the bitch again, I could only grin remembering the suspicious looks from the Dalmatians when their dearest Nissa got pregnant despite spending her whole heat in the kennel (or so they thought). And when she had had little, curly, golden-furred puppies, I knew they couldn't help but suspect the Golden Retriever one door down. But they never dared accuse me of it.

And so Vera had six, fluffy half-siblings, but only Nissa and I knew it. They'd given away most of the litter, but they'd kept one girl they'd named Chandra. I knew I shouldn't have been looking forward to it, but it'd been two years since I'd bred Nissa, and ever since Vera had gotten herself knocked up by some dog, I'd been getting horny in a way that wasn't much helped by safe sex with my wife. I was about to become a grandpa to a litter of Vera's purebred Goldens, and the soon-to-be pups needed a new batch of Aunts and Uncles.

They'd get them tonight.

But when I reached the fence, I didn't see what I thought I'd see.

The lights were dark, so I knew the inhabitants of the neighbor's backyard couldn't see me peeking over the wooden slats. Nissa was nowhere to be seen, but Chandra was there, almost a year-and-a-half, her curly golden locks swaying as she whined and barked, tail tucked between her legs as a boy chased her around. Because there were three others there - the Dalmatians' daughter, Lana, sitting on a reclining pool chair beside a short white table sporting Curr's Light, the beer for getting drunk and that's about it. In the plastic chair next to her sat an Anthro sheepdog - maybe a Catalan, his right eye obscured by the fur cascading down his face. And chasing Chandra, a teenaged terrier, looked like a Pit, but was probably a Bulldog.

The boy finally caught a hold on my daughter in his greasy paws, and while the other two laughed, he humped the confused dog. He was still standing, and wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt that made the whole affair tawdry and pointless, but it seemed to please Lana. The white-and-black spotted dog was younger than Vera, so they'd never really gotten to know each other. She was probably thirteen now? Way too young to be drinking, but none-the-less she took a sip of beer and winced at the taste. She laughed, her t-shirt tied up below her breasts to accentuate the rather unimpressive mounds that were finally starting to grow on her and to show off her white abs. Her jean shorts were cut so short that the pockets hung out like those sluts on T.V.

"Come on, Andy, she's not even in heat. She has no idea what you're doing!" Lana laughed, as the boy tried to impress her with his comedy routine. I tensed my knuckles on the fence post.

Andy let the dog go after a few more play humps, chuckling, "She doesn't know what she's missing," he bragged, and it became clear to me what was really happening here. It was Lana who was whining, and these two teens were her suitors, trying to out-do one another. The dim lights in the house suggested that the parents must not be home, and perhaps out of town, and the odds that this little underage drinking party was parent-approved was nil.

If they wanted to court her quietly_inside_ the house, more power to them. But their noisy little party was keeping my family awake, and I wasn't about to let that continue. With a quick snap of my camera, I got a picture of the scene in front of me, beer cans and all. The preoccupied teens didn't even notice.

The Catalan interrupted, and immediately I could tell that this boy was winning. He was holding Lana's hand, for one, and he spoke with a confidence that seemed to make the Bulldog seem even smaller than he already was. "Do all the girls you chase try to run away? Let us know if you manage to woo her and we can go on a double date."

"Ha, ha, Fredward," the boy replied sarcastically, having all but forgotten Chandra as he posed for his real target. Perhaps he had earned some ground, as I noticed Lana spread her legs slightly, her impossibly short and tight jeans probably revealing a bit of her panties.

"Frederick," the other boy corrected, his fur bristling. He tossed his head, the locks covering his right eye flipping back to allow him vision with both eyes...for a second or two before it flopped back. He wasn't as cool as he wanted to be.

Lana's paw was in Fred's, but her eyes were locked on Andy. "Do you think a dog can get drunk?" she asked. "I mean like Chandra."

Frederick said, "I guess...I mean, I don't know why not."

But Andy saw his chance to stand out. "Sure they can. I read this story about an alcoholic kangaroo that got addicted from tourists leaving their half-empty bottles around."

"But what if it is poison to dogs?" the Catalan queried. "Like chocolate."

It's poison to people, I thought, watching the buzzed teenagers traipse around for each other, trying to build up the courage to ask Lana on a real date. I'd seen first hand what alcohol did to people in my home country.

Andy shook his head. "It's just water. OH, remember, from chemistry?"

"That's true," Lana said, eyes widening at the thought that something from school might apply to real life.

But Frederick said, "But isn't lye NaOH? I thought..."

"I ain't lyin'," Andy joked. "Come on, let's see how many beers it takes to get her to pass out," he said, turning toward Chandra.

That did it. I wasn't going to sit back and watch them harm my daughter. Unlatching the fence gate, I barged into the Dalmatians' backyard, growling, "What are you kids doing out here so late!?"

Andy yelped helpfully, "Shit, it's the police!" which is exactly what you should exclaim if you thought you'd just been busted. The two seated almost fell out of their chairs, not the least because they were both fairly wasted. Andy leapt backwards unsteadily.

But Lana flattened her ears when she saw me. "It's just the neighbor." It took a moment to process that she was in trouble though, as her eyes widened and she tried to toss a blanket over the Curr's Light.

I held up my phone. "Too late. I already got a picture of your little 'party'. You think your parents would approve? What about yours?" I added, looking at the thirteen-year-old boys.

"Mine wouldn't care," Frederick said under his breath, tossing his hair.

"How about you run along home..." I growled ominously.

Andy didn't have to be asked twice, stumbling over himself as he ran for the front gate. "Sorry, Lana," Fred said, leaving her and the beer behind, and I got the impression this get together was his idea, and his supplied alcohol.

That left Lana, who was trying to stand up unsuccessfully.

"Look at you - drunk off your ass," I scolded the Dalmatian. When she tried to go for the door to her house, I stopped her. "You stay right there - I'm not done talking to you."

Stubborn, but aware how deep in the shit she was, Lana sat back down on the lawn chair, ears flat. "Y-you're trespassing," she tried.

"And if you don't shut up, your parents are going to know exactly why," I said, holding up the phone.

"You wouldn't," she gasped dramatically, though I could see the relief on her face at the mere prospect that I might not send the picture to her parents.

"I'm sure they'd ground you, and after two weeks you'd be back at it. Your folks know how to raise kids about as well as they know how to raise pets! So I won't waste my time telling them when we can fix this problem here and now."

This time, the Dalmatian bristled. "Hey, you don't talk about them like that?" she said, stumbling over her words and ending in a high pitched question.

I stepped closer, as she lay back in the chair glaring up at the dogtaur that was more than twice her size. "They don't got the sense to neuter their damn bitches, and it sure looks like they did an outstanding job with you, Lana. Here you are, drinking behind their backs with a couple of dumb guys who wouldn't think twice about getting you too drunk to say 'no'. But maybe that's what you wanted? I mean, look at you!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she yipped.

I took another step forward, waving my hand at her get up. "You're barely covering that small chest of yours, and those jeans - you're just asking for it. Were you going to let whichever one won fuck you?" My eyes drifted to her rump, the blue cloth barely clinging to her curvy ass. She wasn't trying to offer a peek to me like she was to Andy, but even so, my eyes widened.

She protested, "N-no, I..."

I was standing just a foot in front of the chair now, and this close up, I could clearly see that there were no panties to get in the way. Between those ridiculous looking pockets poking out along her thighs, the thin cloth clung tightly to her bare spade. I couldn't see the middle, but the pink to the left and right was definitely not underwear.

"Drunk, basically naked, and in heat," I added, stepping forward. "Tell me again you weren't going to fuck the winner. Or were you planning to give them _both_a turn?"

"Excuse me!?" she gasped. "I'm not -" She couldn't be denying that she was drunk. So it was either her lack of clothes, or her heat, and I could counter both arguments at once.

I leaned forward, over the girl, and slid my hand up her tail. She couldn't react in time before my hand spread her legs, the legs of her jeans tucked between my middle and ring fingers. Like that, all four fingers cupped her bare, puffy spade, her musky heat coating my hand.

"Mr. Lukacevic!" she yelped, trying to squirm away from me. But she was already flattened against the chair and there was no more room to back up.

I bit my lip, running my fingers across her soft, warm pussy. Come on, Elias, she was thirteen. But I'd come out here for a purpose and though she wasn't Nissa... I said, "Your parents are a mess. They leave their pet bitch out in heat, waking up the whole neighborhood, forcing me to take care of her, and now they've done it again."

The girl was about as smart as they were, shivering at my touch, and whining, "Ch-chandra's not in heat..." The Dalmatian was staring at me, not bothering to look over at the dog that was my daughter, lying near the door to the house.

"I wasn't talking about her," I growled. "You're the bitch this time, and I'm gonna have to do what I did to Nissa to shut you up."

"W-what about N-nissa?" she quivered, her vulva bouncing at the edge of my fingers, tail flat against the lawn chair.

"Didn't you ever wonder how she got pregnant, in her kennel the whole time? She didn't need to get out as long as I could get in," I said, no hint of a joke on my lips as I revealed the truth.

"Y-y-you...you...?" she gasped, too stunned to stop a large, horny dogtaur like me from reaching up to her jeans and undoing the button.

"Yeah, I bred her. Now it's _your_turn, Lana." With that, I tugged her impossibly short jeans down her spotted legs, revealing her lightly pink belly as the fur gave way to her shivering spade, proudly protruding from her glistening groin.

She stared down at her bare pussy in disbelief, then up at her neighbor, never having imagined she'd be in this position. "You can't! I'll yell..." she threatened, though I noticed she didn't bother to yell either statement.

I just shook my head, placing my front paws on the foot of the chair as I started to climb over the neighbor's bitch. "You'll yell, but not for help. At least, not if you want to keep these pictures of your little party out of your parents' hands." I held up my phone.

The Dalmatian whined, knowing I had her. She flattened her ears, watching with wide eyes as I climbed over her, my human torso towering over where she lay against the pool chair. But her glance was between us, where she could see my growing erection, straining at my sheath...for her. "Y-you're gonna_breed_ me?" she yipped, the resignation in her voice obvious.

"That depends on if you're a good girl or not," I said, stepping up until all fours were around her like pillars, standing over the reclining chair. The thirteen-year-old was short enough that my front legs were almost stepping on her ears. "Go on, show me what you can do with those paws of yours."

Lana stared at my crotch, my bright red tip a new addition for her. Sure, she'd seen my sheath whenever I was working in the yard, as I never bothered with clothes for my Golden Retriever half. She said, "But I've never..."

"Better learn fast, because if you can't get me off with your paws and mouth, I know another part of you that only gets better with inexperience."

The half-naked bitch got the drift, yipping as she sat up and crawled forward on her hands and knees. Disappearing beneath me, I got a nice view of her spotted rump, and I knew just how good she'd have to be to leave this yard without me sampling that nice piece of tail. I took in a deep breath, waiting for her touch. The young Dalmatian reached a trembling hand out to my cock, wrapping her fingers gently around my sheath. She knew enough to slide the fur back, revealing more of my doggy dick before cupping it softly in both hands. "Like this?" she asked softly.

Seeing her ass so neatly within reach, I slid my arms down and grabbed two handfuls of ass. She tucked her tail in surprise at first, but I yanked it away, and said, "Tell you what - if I like what you're doing, I'll just press this button." With that, I cupped her puffy pussy and spread her apart with my fingers, getting a yip and a moan. With her on hands and knees beneath me, it was like I'd mounted her from the wrong end, but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy her canine cunny.

She began to work her hands up and down my length, lifting my hefty cock as she worked, her nose snuffling noisily at my musky scent. If her heat was irresistible to me, my scent was new and potent for the young girl, something she'd never have gotten from those teenage upstarts. I rewarded her with gentle fingers on her quivering pussy, getting her wet and ready for the main event she was trying to avoid.

Or was she? Her hands were slow, and soft, but I wanted more. Growling, I said, "And if you're not doing enough, I'll press this button..." With my other hand, I pushed my fingers up to the one spot on her pretty, white body that wasn't furry. With two fingers I spread the flesh on either side of her anus, letting the cool air penetrate her before I let go.

I felt her pucker her tailhole and yip, "Mr. Lukacevic!" again.

"Less talk, more sucking that cock," I growled.

"Oh..." Lana gulped, leveling her eyes to my throbbing dick. She held it up to her muzzle with one hand, but hesitated, clearly never having tried this before.

But I didn't care. I lifted her tail with one hand and threatened her tailhole again, and the Dalmatian yelped and did as she was told, opening the tight little muzzle and engulfing me. I had to cut off a moan - my wife was surely sleeping, and my pregnant daughter could use her rest as well. Sure, if they heard anything, they'd assume it was just Nissa, but I was here to help them sleep, not just to get my rocks off. I bucked softly into Lana's welcoming mouth.

She suckled like a pup at her mother's teat, bobbing her head back and forth. She curled her tongue around my shaft as she slurped, and I rewarded the obedient bitch with a touch of her 'good' button. She was so tight she was certainly a virgin, and she moaned loudly as my fingers penetrated her for the very first time, her hips rocking gently. But even as I rewarded her with the right hand, I threatened her with the left, circling her pucker with my pointer finger.

She knew I needed more, and that's what she gave me, kneeling so she could reach up and cup my large, Golden balls in her hands. She rubbed and squeezed them ever-so-gently, letting me hump against her so that the large orbs squished against her palms, and then she deep-throated me as best she could, reaching out with her wet tongue just far enough to taste my hairy sack. She was doing even better than expected, and I slipped my middle finger up and in her fortune cookie. I felt as I tore her hymen, and Lana yelped, pulling her muzzle off of me to gasp, "Oww!"

I kept my hand buried in her, letting her adjust to the sudden pain. "What was that!?" she whined, trying to squirm her ass away from me.

"Don't ride a lot of bikes?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh. Oh..." she said, processing something she must have learned in health class. "Y-you took my virginity!"

"Not yet," I explained, chuckling, enjoying the way her squirming pussy stretched around my finger. She was so tight! Pulling free, I grabbed Lana by the hips and twisted, spinning her onto her back beneath me. "Enough sucking - I just want you to lick."

With that, I lay down on the spotted bitch, sitting promptly on her face and pinning her to the reclining chair. My forelegs rested on her inner thighs, spreading her apart, while my hands returned to her 'buttons', peeking out just beyond my golden chest. I only had to prod her asshole once to get the girl licking. She was learning well.

She couldn't see anything with her head buried in my crotch, but she could feel the heat radiating off my throbbing cock. Like a playful puppy, she lapped at the underside of my cock, and I humped gently, my tip almost reaching her hastily tied t-shirt. "Now get a good sniff and a taste of my balls," I demanded, raising my rump ever so slightly to give her a little more room. She'd only incidentally licked my balls, but now they lay across her forehead, waiting for attention.

She took a deep breath, her body shuddering as my musk encircled her nostrils, but her lick was slight and tentative. The flavor was too strong for her, and she coughed. I pulled my right hand away from her swollen vulva, and yanked her tail until I could see her quivering tailhole, pressing my thumb against the surface. She yelped, but got the picture, and the young bitch started slathering my balls, sucking down the strong, acrid scent. She earned a reward when she reached up with both hands to slide them up and down my cock, even as she guzzled my white sack. I pushed two fingers into her cunt, searching for her clit.

And then I found it, causing her to tighten around my hand, moan and rock her hips against me, grinding that little nub. "Oh God!" she whined between licks.

But I wanted more. Something my wife would never do for me. Stepping forward ever so slightly, I sat back down on her head, my balls resting on her chin, my cock sliding into her cleavage. When she opened her eyes, she was face-to-face with my tailhole, and heard a single command. "Lick."

"What? No!" she gasped.

I knew she'd need some encouragement. So I pushed my left thumb in, penetrating her anus for the first time. She yelped, but didn't start licking. "Didn't we talk about what would happen if you weren't a good girl?"

"I'm not gonna do that," the thirteen-year-old protested, groaning as I fingered her butt.

"Bad girls get knotted. So you'd better choose..."

Lana looked up at my tailhole, deliberating. Then down at my white balls. She wrapped her paws around my still-hard cock, feeling my size and half-swollen knot, and she shivered. "Maybe I'm a bad girl, then..."

Suddenly all thought of a good rim-job left my mind, as the slutty Dalmatian basically gave me all the permission I wanted. I stared down at her puffed up pussy, wet and quivering, and realized how much she must want it - willing to risk getting pregnant to become a woman for the first time. She knew first hand how big I was, and she wanted that fat cock inside her, her mound bloated wide by doggy cock.

I stood up, balancing on the pool chair, and turned in place, careful not to stop on her. She was lying on her back on the chair, her head at the foot, and her rump raised against the backrest, pointed almost upward. I figured this would do as I stood over her, my hindpaws between her outstretched legs. Her warm pussy was just inches from my tapered tip. At that angle, I rested my canine chest against her underage breasts, front paws flat alongside her head. Biting her lip, Lana braced herself, covered in warm, golden fur, knowing that in seconds we would join in an even more intimate embrace.

She stared up my human torso to look me in the eye, and whimpered, "Y-you're really gonna..."

I nodded.

She said, "I'm scared."

"Don't be. I'm gonna give you what you need, and then no one needs to know about your little late-night drinking party."

Lana gulped and nodded. "Do it."

I was happy to oblige, pushing my hips down at just the right angle. Her presented folds met my tip and parted around them with a loud squelch as I pushed my bare cock into her fertile cunt. There was no pain for her this time, having already popped her cherry, so the young girl tossed her head back and howled as I took her virginity for real. Inches of firm, throbbing cock entered her tight tunnel, rubbing powerfully against the clit that had given her so much pleasure not long ago. If she only knew how much pleasure she was about to receive...

"Too loud!" I yipped through gritted teeth, barely able to talk while I was getting massaged on all sides by her clenching cunny. When she didn't stop howling, I realized I had to reach down with both hands and grab her by the muzzle, closing her mouth by force. Thankfully, this muffled her moans and howls, because she was unable to resist. Her soft noises escaped as she spread her legs wide, wrapping them around my hips as we joined together in complete copulation.

I knew better than to try to force my knot in late, so I jabbed the half-swollen bulb in right away, hilting inside the Dalmatian bitch. Her trifold bulged around me, making her eyes go wide even before I started to swell up inside her. I groaned and humped short little bursts until I felt enough resistance that I knew we were tied. It only took about twenty seconds to go from virgin to tied, her rump trapped to mine, awaiting the sticky, white mess that would all but ensure a nicely swollen belly in a few months time.

Lana, for her part, was shuddering and rocking her hips up and down, her pussy squeezing like a vice as she got knotted for the first time. Her ears were flat and if not for my hands, I knew she would be howling. The way my sharp thrusts pressed against her clit sent the young girl into spasms of growing delight. Her nostrils flared trying to get enough air, overwhelmed as she fucked her adult neighbor in the backyard with absolutely no protection.

"You're even tighter than Nissa," I praised her, pumping faster so that my hefty balls rested against her tight buttcheeks. Chandra was still too young to be interested in what we were doing, curled up and watching from a distance, but she too would go into heat one day. And I would be there to meet my daughter's needs. "You're lucky you're with me and not one of those stunted studs you were hanging out with. I know what I'm doing.."

She tried to speak through my hands, so I let go.

"Breed me..." she whimpered.

"What was that?" I asked, hammering down into her.

"Mom always thought it was you," she groaned, "who knocked up Nissa."

I paused. "Did you?"

"Didn't care," she panted, squeezing her legs around my hips. "I just wanted to be pregnant like her. It's all I could think about! Now you can do me like you did her. Please, Mr. Lukacevic!"

This poor Dalmatian bitch had been itching for it for almost two years. She would have been eleven when she started daydreaming about swollen bellies and puppies. No wonder she was dressing like a slut for whatever teen boys would give her attention. "Call me Elias," I said. "Now let me close that mouth of yours again, because you're gonna need it."

She cocked her head, having no idea what she was in for. She was about to find out that making_puppies was even better than having them. Gently, I grabbed her muzzle again, pinning her mouth shut as I leaned forward with all my strength and _humped like I'd never humped before. I pounded down grateful my front legs were holding her shoulders in place, or I might have fucked her straight off the chair. As it was, my knotted cock was squishing her hips down against her body, making her whimper in pain that was almost instantly replaced by pleasure. My swollen glands rested right against her clit and she could do nothing, tied to me, but moan into my hands as she was instantly overwhelmed, shuddering and whining against my canine onslaught. With her rump raised against the backrest, gravity was waiting and ready for my first release.

Groaning, I came, launching a thick, bubbling volley straight into the fertile bitch. Her bloated spade kept all of it inside, cum draining straight into her defenseless womb. Her eyes widened as she heard the splorch and felt the sloshing, knowing what that must mean. Groaning loudly into my fist, she dissolved into a quivering mess, her pussy spasming around me. Her first orgasm, squeezing like a vice to lock me inside and ensure a beautiful litter of puppies. No ferals, unlike Vera's batch. Some might be taurs, some might be two-legged like her, but all of them would be Goldmatians, with long, spotted white fur.

I could barely keep her voice down, but I couldn't keep mine. I howled again as I claimed the neighbor's dog, squirting again and again into her underage cunny, even as my wife and child tried to sleep next door. I was just being a good husband and father, doing what I had to to shut this noisy neighbor up. She humped back, hard, milking my cock in her fervent desire to be bred. Her tail thwapped against mine, my quivering balls rested neatly against her buttcheeks.

She must have cum for five minutes straight, and my hands were getting tired of holding her jaw shut. It was too much for my waning strength. I had plenty more to give her, but the desire to get off of her and let the tie do the work was too strong. Letting go of her mouth, I said, "Sorry about this..."

"Huh?" she panted.

I started walking forward, but my knot was still buried in her well-bred pussy. As I walked, her rump came with me, curling her into a rather uncomfortable backwards somersault. But I kept going, and Lana went from curled in a ball on her back to clinging to the end of the chair on her front, suddenly on all fours, with me rump-to-rump. She had to bite her paw to keep from wailing as she continued to buck her hips, well and truly mated. Our tails wagged together now as we tugged and strained at our tie, not a drop escaping.

"Oh, Elias..." she groaned as she slowly recovered her breath.

"You know no one can know about this, right?" Oh, they'd know, but as long as I had plausible deniability... I could only hope that none of her offspring were taurs or I'd be sunk. But long-haired Dalmatians could have been sired by, say, that Catalan boy.

"Yeah..." she gasped, her paw cupping her bloated pussy curiously. "You're so big!"

I said, "And this is after I've shrunk half-way."

"No way..." she gasped, but I proved it by tugging and tugging, until the tie finally gave way, leaving her clinging to the base of the chair, her legs splayed out and dripping.

"Excuse me," I said, needing to lie down more than anything. I climbed onto the pool chair, lying so that my human torso lay against the backrest. I was tired, both from sleep and exhaustion, and I glanced down at the thirteen-year-old I'd just bred, having to look past my hind legs and half-flaccid cock to see her smiling face.

"That was incredible," she moaned, nuzzling my still-dripping cock. "I feel so...full," she added, rubbing her belly, clearly imagining how much I'd painted her womb. "Don't worry - I won't tell anyone where these came from. I can't believe I'm finally going to be pregnant! Nissa'll be so jealous."

I just panted, letting the girl go on and on. But she cocked her head and said, "Wait! I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner..."

"What?"

Excited, the Dalmatian stood up, still wearing her tied t-shirt and nothing else, her rump whiter now, with her spots covered up in cum. "Nissa's in heat. We keep her inside now. She doesn't have to be jealous - we can be pregnant together!"

I blinked, my cock twitching a little. I'd been out here far longer than I'd expected already, but most likely Olga and Vera had gone to sleep, and Lana's parents were out of town. "You mean..."

"I'll go get her so you can knock her up!" the girl yipped, racing for the door to the house.

"Lana, wait," I said, but she was already gone, and I was too tired to go after her.

Chandra jumped to her feet as the Dalmatian raced by, looking at the door, then at her, then at me. The pup didn't even know what was going on, eyeing me warily. But when her Poodle mother arrived, the mix jumped up and down in joy, wagging her tail. Nissa, however, took one look at me, lying nearly naked on the pool chair, and ran over.

"She remembers you," Lana smiled.

"I did give her something to remember me by," I agreed. She started by licking my hand, but I watched in anticipation as the nosy dog sniffed her way to the foot of the chair.

Lana said, "You will fuck her, right?"

"It's 3:00 AM. I'm a bit ti -"

My protest was cut off as Nissa reached my glistening, cum-soaked cock, licking up and down like a good girl. Lana chuckled as I groaned, spreading my legs to let her snuffle my balls. Then the dog did what Lana wouldn't (or Olga, for that matter). With a quick sniff at my tailhole, she lapped at my butt. "Oooh," I groaned, my erection growing fast, heart racing. Suddenly I wasn't so sleepy!

"Looks like Nissa's a good girl," I panted, arching my back to give her better access. The dog didn't shy away, loud wet slurps ringing out as she pushed her tongue inside my tunnel.

Lana nodded in agreement, though she certainly didn't offer to join the Poodle. Chandra, however, cocked her head, walking over to where her mother was eating out her father. The Poodle mix obviously loved her mother, because she joined in licking me. She couldn't displace Nissa at my tail hole, but she pushed her cold nose against my balls and started slurping. Mother and daughter tails wagged in unison, and I just moaned, overwhelmed.

Lana sat on the side of the chair, smiling at my face, and said, "Too bad Chandra's not in heat, or we could all get big together. Is it alright if I join in?"

I yelped, nodding my head vigorously. I couldn't believe it - I had two sexy bitches slathering my ass and balls, and now Lana was climbing onto my belly, her well-painted ass staring me in the face as she wrapped her lips around my cock and all but deepthroated me. If there had been any chance of me falling asleep, that was long gone. I reached for the Dalmatian's rump with both hands, spreading her pussy apart to watch my cream drool out of her onto my stomach. "Ffffuck..." I groaned.

I would have cum then and there if Nissa hadn't had other things in mind. The heated bitch pulled her tongue free, and suddenly Lana said, "Look, she wants you..."

I leaned to the side to get a better view, and sure enough, the Poodle I'd fucked two years ago was turned around, presenting her fertile rump once again. She must remember me very well. I leaned to get up, but Lana had something else in mind. "No, you stay put. Here, Nissa!"

Chandra had to stop licking as Nissa returned to the foot of the chair, getting helped up by Lana. The Dalmatian scooting back until her ass was in my face, helping Nissa climb, confused, onto my belly. This wasn't what she remembered, but Lana helped, grabbing the Poodle's hips and lowering her to my cock, cowgirl style. "It's okay, girl," the Dalmatian cooed. "Mr. Lukacevic is going to give you another nice, big litter."

I bit my lip as Lana pushed Nissa down, her bloated spade engulfing my rod. Now, Nissa understood, her horny pussy filled, and the dog began to ride me hard, tail wagging as I did my best to hump up and into her. As if that weren't enough, my daughter got in the mix, her cold nose pressing against my white balls, taking Nissa's place with her tongue in my asshole. Lana watched, saying, "She's loving it!"

I never would have done it normally, but I was so overwhelmed by the attention of three canine sluts that I didn't hesitate to bury my mouth in Lana's dripping cunt, curling my long tongue around inside her. I could taste my own seed, but it honestly wasn't so bad, and the Dalmatian's high-pitched whines were as good a reward as I could ask. Her tail wagged across my forehead as I ate the soon-to-be mother out.

Nissa howled and barked just as much as she had two years ago, waking up the neighborhood. I swear I heard the same man yell "Shut up!" as the needy Poodle figured the unfamiliar orientation out, bracing herself with her front paws as she jammed her rump up and down my fat canine cock. She wanted a litter every bit as much as Lana had, and I was in no position to argue. I just had to hope her plaintive howls didn't bring another well-intentioned neighbor to investigate...because this time I was on Lana's back porch, not tucked behind a tool shed.

Speaking of Lana, the Dalmatian groaned and spun around in place, nose-to-nose with me. While my dog-half pumped a Poodle, the neighbor's daughter embraced my human half. I know I'd already fucked her senseless, but still it felt strange to kiss a girl even younger than my daughter. But kiss we did, her arms wrapping around my back. Our tongues entwined in slippery union, and I whimpered when she pulled back just long enough to toss away her t-shirt.

Her breasts were small, but budding, and my hands went to them. Lana moaned and arched her back, stiffening at my touch before she pulled into my embrace again, making out with me while I fondled her.

But all good things must come to an end, and when Chandra's nose reached the base of my cock, licking at her own mother's bloated pussy, I lost it, my voice joining Nissa's as we erupted together, Poodle and taur, sealed together as one. Lana watched over her shoulder as her beloved childhood pet once again got plastered in dog cum, my balls churning to knock the bitch up. "Good girl," Lana shuddered, marvelling at the way my massive knot inflated Nissa's small, canine cunny. The Dalmatian had to realize she herself had looked just the same twenty minutes earlier.

Satisfied, Nissa hopped down from the pool chair, taking my cock with her. I groaned as I pulsed inside her, the Poodle turned away at the base of the chair, showing off her stuffed petals. I kissed Lana, and she said, "Do me again, Elias. I wanna make sure it takes."

I whined, wondering what I'd gotten myself into, but I needn't have worried about this. I should have worried about the strange applause the two of us were suddenly getting from the side of the house.

*Clap* *Clap* *Clap*

It was the Catalan Sheepdog. He only stopped clapping long enough to hold up his phone. "Glad I got the extended battery," he grinned, tossing his head so that his long hair fell away from his eye. "Quite a show - but it looks like we'd better start to negotiate."