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"Get our bags, Benji," Mrs. Mercier commanded.

She meant it as an order, too, even though Benji was ostensibly her son. Mona had never been on board with adopting the boy. That had been her husband's idea. Not that Gerald Mercier of the Mercier Coal Mines in upstate New York thought of the boy as a son. Benji was another dependent he could write off on his taxes who could serve as a free hand-servant for him and his family.

Benji grabbed the three suitcases that he'd packed for his parents and sister. "Hand-servant" was right, since he was the only one with hands. Gerald, Mona, and Isabelle Mercier came from a long line of Pedigree four-legged French Poodles. Mona's family was old money, but Gerald worked his way into wealth, starting as a lowly coal-sniffing dog, before managing to purchase a small mine of his own. Investments lead to his success and success led to his marriage into the rich bitch's family.

But Mona was used to servants, and Gerald was used to saving money, so they compromised and adopted a two-legged mutt from the orphanage. Benji was twelve when they adopted him, now he was fifteen, while the girl pup of the family was just two years younger. But of course, Mona gave Isabelle all the attention. The girl was a stunning grey color just about half-way between her father's black fur and her mother's white, and both females were fastidiously pampered models. Like most show Poodles, their faces and legs were shaved to show grey and white skin, with lustrous curly manes and a tail tuft. That, at least, was one task they trusted only to their groomer.

Mona had to subject herself to daily dressing by the boy though. Gerald took to relatively simple pants and a suitcoat with a tie, but the ladies liked to accessorize. But the most awkward accessory both were wearing, underneath their skirts. Both had just gone into heat, and that meant an extra step for Benji as he strapped small, concealed diapers on his sister and mother every morning. With their shaved rumps, there was no real escape for the poor boy, nearly face-to-face with their swollen, pheromone-rich spades. Why hadn't Gerald adopted a _girl_anthro?

The teenaged boy wasn't into ferals at least, and he certainly wasn't interested in his stuck up family members. So he wrapped them up, holding his breath, then dressed them up and touched up their nails. If the boys at school knew what he had to do every morning, he'd never be able to show his face! No, Benji only had eyes for their driver, Angela. The eighteen-year-old Anthro girl was a pure-bred Doberman, with rich black fur and caramel highlights that almost matched Benji's more mottled fur. No one knew who'd left Benji at the orphanage, but they suspected he had some Doberman in him.

But in the last week, their regular driver had been replaced by a Scottish Deerhound, an old man with a grey-furred beard that really did nothing for the hormone-filled boy. Mona could sense that her "son" was angry, but she hadn't fired Angela because of Benji's infatuation with her. "I've got this, Jenson," Benji nodded at the new driver, pulling all three bags behind him as he ran to catch up with the strident Poodles.

"Hurry up!" Gerald groaned at his boy-servant.

Normally, they had pre-booking, but something seemed to be wrong with the card. After ten minutes of complaining to airport staff, the grumbling Gerald resigned that it would be faster just to wait in the line with the lesser folk.

"I don't want to wait in line!" Isabelle whined.

"I know, sweetie, and I tried to convince the kind airport people there was a -"

Mona rolled her eyes. "You let the fools bamboozle you, dear. You really should have put your foot down! Now we're in among these folks..." She glanced at the other people in the line, a mix of ferals and anthros of much lower station. But they didn't seem to notice or care how highly the Poodles thought of themselves. Gerald bit his tongue, wanting to yelp about how he could buy and sell these TSA workers, but restraining himself for decorum's sake.

Benji rolled his eyes, making sure his family couldn't see. He said, "It's only a short wait - we're still on time for the flight." They were flying out to an upscale getaway destination with other rich folks and golf (at least for the Anthros) and wine. Benji liked the swimming pools okay, whenever he was allowed to have a little time to himself.

"The indignity of it!" Isabelle harrumphed. "What if one of these galoots wants to root around in my bag?"

Gerald cautioned, "That's just a routine thing, my dear. Just do what they say and pretend it never happened, okay?"

Mona was grateful at least that Benji was around to get their bags ready for checkout. He fastidiously removed all the electronics from the bags. Touch screens were especially useful for ferals, and the Merciers had all sorts of devices that each needed to go into their own bins. Perhaps if he'd been faster things might have gone differently, but when Mona went through the X-ray scanner, a TSA agent was flagged over. After a brief discussion with the X-ray specialist, the tall, Anthro husky glance down at the posh poodle with piercing blue eyes. "Sorry, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to step to the side of the line."

"Excuuuuse me?" she gaped.

Gerald called from behind the line, "Just do as he says, dear."

The husky said, "Scanner picked up an anomaly and I'm going to have to pat you down."

"An 'anomaly'? I dare say you will not 'pat me down'! This is - you must have -" she stuttered, not wanting to talk openly about her heat-pad.

"Just a quick pat down, ma'am, the officer repeated, taking an obvious step toward the Poodle's plump rump.

"This is ridiculous. I'm not hiding anything! It's...just a feminine hygiene product."

"If you're not hiding anything, ma'am, then you'll agree to the pat down?"

"Mona..." Gerald barked.

But his advice wasn't taken. The white Poodle sniffed and said, "Let me go through the metal detector. There simply must be another option. This never would have happened if my stupid husband hadn't messed up our pre-boarding!"

Compounding the issue was Isabelle's turn, which resulted in the same request! The thirteen-year-old pup looked dumbfounded when the husky, whose name badge read 'Carl', suggested he would have to 'pat her down' around the crotch area to confirm the only thing she was hiding was her heat-swollen spade. "Mooooom!" she whined.

"Now you listen here, you glorified doorman," Mona said in a huff, her tail raised, "This is discrimation, plain and simple. I will not allow you to feel up my daughter!"

Up until this point, the husky had been remarkably patient. But upon this accusation, he flattened his ears. "Excuse me, ma'am, but these are standard operating procedures. Now, if you two will not agree to the pat-down, we have canine officers on stand-by to do an olfactory check."

Isabelle growled, "This is so embarrassing!"

Benji couldn't help but feel a little satisfied with the treatment the bitches were facing. They were right that this search was unnecessary and demeaning, but the way they treated everyone around them was sure to screw them over. When the canine officer was called over, it was obvious the German Shepherd was truly a pet. Why pay a person, when you could train a dog? Carl held the dog tight by the leash as he brought him over to the Poodles.

"Go, Boss, go." The drug-sniffing dog started in front of the mortified mother, her lip curled. But it was better than a pat down. Or so she thought, as Boss tugged on the leash, sniffing along the well-dressed Poodle to reach her rump. Perhaps his training hadn't fully taken, because the German Shepherd took one sniff and pushed his muzzle under her. Mona stood up in shock, which only let the dog push his nose beneath her skirt, sniffing directly against her diaper.

"Boss!" Carl reprimanded, yanking back on the leash, but when the husky apologized, his light chuckle made it clear he thought what she'd just undergone was funny. "Sorry ma'am," he said, before turning his nosy dog toward Isabelle.

Mona dropped her jaw. "You're not letting that thing around my daughter."

By now, Benji and Gerald had made it effortlessly through the detector, and the black Poodle himself stepped forward to agree. "Can we waive this? She's just a child."

Holding back the eager Boss, Carl said, "How old?"

The scared, indignant girl said, "Thirteen."

Carl shook his head. "Twelve is the cut-off."

The girl's mother wasn't satisfied. "What, do you think she's trying to sneak a knife or something? Drugs? This is absolutely ridiculous."

Carl froze when Mona made that statement. You don't joke about this stuff around the TSA. "In my experience, lots of teenagers try to sneak drugs onto the airplane. Without - or with - their parent's knowledge."

Mona gasped. There was a well-known stereotype for ferals being drug-pushers - they were fast, and the economy was structured to marginalize those without hands. Whenever anyone saw a rich feral, there was always the question of how they got that money. Mona said, "How dare you!"

Carl just rolled his eyes and said, "Then let Boss verify."

"It-it's okay, Mom," Isabelle said. "Let's just be done with this!"

Gerald said, "Are you sure, honey? I presume if I talk to this man's supervisor we can work out another way."

Carl bristled. "I am the supervisor."

"No, no, Dad, it's okay," she said bravely, standing up and closing her eyes.

"Boss, go," Carl said, leading his dog to the beautifully groomed grey Poodle. Like before, he sniffed most of the girl with a cursory excitement before reaching her tail. This time, Carl didn't yank him away, letting the dog get his full sniff in case these ferals really were drug-runners. His nose was pressed right up against Isabelle's diaper, pushing against her underage spade. Boss breathed deep, clearly noting her heat, but then he sat back and barked wildly.

Carl froze. That was the signal for drugs. Was it a false positive because of her estrus? Carl couldn't take that risk - legally, he had to strip search the teenager if the drug dog marked her. Lifting his wrist to his mouth he said over the security sound system, "I'm going to need a replacement for a while. I've got a possible PDT on a guest."

"No!" Mona yelped, Isabelle in tears on the floor. Now everyone was watching. "You dumb galoot, you will not be taking my daughter away from me! How _dare_you accuse us of anything illicit, when it is _your_organization that fucked up our pre-checking! We're not hiding drugs or bombs!"

Carl growled, ears flat. "Don't worry, I'm not separating you and your daughter, because _you're_coming too. You can't joke about stuff like that." His relief was already on his way.

Gerald said, "Surely there is a mistake. Let me speak to the head of airport security. This is totally unreasonable!"

The husky turned to the patriarch of the family and said, "You want to be strip-searched too?"

Benji, of course, stayed out of it, pretending that he was just another guest, not related to the three Poodles. Which was actually somewhat true. Gerald bit back his reply.

Carl turned to the ladies and said, "Are you going to follow me or will I need to get someone to carry you?"

"You -"

"Mona," Gerald said firmly. "You two, do what he asks for now. I'm calling our lawyer."

Taking a deep breath, the mother sighed and nodded. Like royalty to the gallows, the two ladies followed Carl and Boss, their tails tucked and whining.

Mona bristled as she and her perfect little princess were led into a waiting room with a single hallway extending to what must be the examination rooms. A strip search! This was totally outrageous. Despite what Gerald had said, when Carl said, "Come with me, Ma'am," she backed away.

"I don't have to do anything you say. I want my lawyer. You have to let me talk to him."

Carl chuckled. "We're not charging you with a crime. But if you don't submit to the search, we might. What exactly are you hiding?"

"My dignity!" she yipped. "I will not be handled by some destitute dimwit in this dim lit airport!"

Carl said, "Then we'll do your daughter first."

Both ladies yipped at that, and for once, Mona did a nice thing. "N-no!" The lawyer would intervene before Isabelle had to go through this nightmare. She'd have to bite the bullet. "I'll go..." she whined.

"Mom!" Isabelle yelped as she was left, locked in the waiting room alone, the adults leaving to a secluded interrogation room.

Carl closed the door behind her, wrapping Boss's leash tightly around a holdfast on the wall for just this situation. Boss sat patiently in the corner.

It looked like the doctor's office, with a large examination table several feet off the ground. Like there, they'd never bothered to make the table accessible, so the large husky dropped to his knees and opened his arms to pick up the Poodle bitch. She growled.

"Let's just get this over with," Carl suggested, indicating his arms.

But Mona didn't want to get it over with. She wanted to waste as much time as possible! She took a step back, and with a flick of his ear, the husky realized dealing with these feral bitches was going to be his afternoon. And it was only noon!

"C'mon. Up!" he tried futilely, but Mona shook her head. If she was willing to make such a scene in public at the checkpoint, why would she listen to him now? But he was an official law enforcement officer, and she had gone and said the word "bomb", so he was well within his rights to _make_her comply.

He tried to grab the four-legged woman, but she backed up. "Unhand me, lout!"

Carl said, "Dogs," pissed.

"That's racist!" Mona yelped. They were supposed to be called four-legged, or people, not 'ferals' or 'dogs'.

"Yeah, well, then I'm racist," the husky acknowledged. "Or maybe you're just an uppity bitch trying to sneak drugs in up your ass. Or a feral terrorist looking to take down a plane. Nothing about the way you've acted makes me think otherwise. This is a national security situation now, dog."

"You can't talk to me that way!" she gaped, but he was already moving to the wall, where another hook held a pole.

He grabbed the pole and said, "You made me do this, ma'am."

She didn't fully process what it was until he'd swung the device at her, looping the cord around her neck. She yelped, but he had her caught in the dog snare, tightening it until she could feel the wire digging into her neck. "You -"

But he yanked her toward him, reaching down to pick the small Poodle up effortlessly in his arms and plop her on her back on the examination table so hard that she lost her breath. He lay they snare pole along the table, still looped around her neck in case she tried to bolt and said, "Are you ready to cooperate now, bitch?"

She tried to push him away with her front paws, and the husky snarled. He shouldn't let her get to him. Especially since the rooms were videotaped, and if he had to make a tape disappear that could be bad for his career. But something about the stuck-up Poodle rubbed Carl the wrong way. The uppity feral thought she was better than him, just because she'd been born into money. Well, now she'd realize that in _this_room, he was the one with power. He grabbed the wrist ties for restraining unruly suspects, and hogtied the bitch, pinning all four paws together above her belly.

"What are you doing!?" she gasped.

"My job, ma'am. I'm going to have to do a full cavity search of you and your kid after all the probable cause you've spouted at me. I'm afraid these clothes will have to go."

Mona's eyes widened, wondering how he planned to disrobe her after tying her paws together, but she soon found out as he procured what looked like a boxcutter. "You can't -"

But Carl had had enough about what he could and couldn't do. He slid a hand to the snare and tightened it again, choking off her response, leaving her sputtering and whining as he pulled the clothing cutter to her neck, clipping it onto the neckline of her blouse. With a click to indicate that it had engaged with the fancy cloth, Carl engaged the tool, sliding it effortlessly down the front of her blouse. Cloth popped open, revealing Mona's shaved belly. She had the shortest fur all along her body from the chest down, the only fur in cuffs around her front paws and in a tuft at the end of her tail. Now, that skin was laid bare, her pink nipples poking proudly down her chest in twin rows.

Her eyes widened further when the husky reached her skirt, which was already hiked up around her hips, her bound legs in the air revealing her diaper. But he didn't stop, clipping the cutter to her skirt and shredding it in too. Like before, the cloth fell away, leaving the Poodle otherwise naked in a pile of her own destroyed clothing, wearing only two things - a bow in her hair, and the diaper.

Carl wasted no time with the inspection, running his hands along her belly, rough fur and claws brushing up against her teats. She let out a muffled squeal, but hog-tied as she was her squirming was useless. His paws followed the curves of her skin, though what he could possibly be searching for when there was obviously no fur to hide it, she couldn't guess.

Loosening the snare, Carl rested a paw on her ribcage and said, "Clean so far, ma'am, but I've got to do the cavity search now."

His tail wagged slightly to hear the uppity dog whimper, "Pl-please don't..." in response. The woman was certain that lawful searches weren't supposed to involve begging, and weren't supposed to be conducted against her own will, but Carl was in control now, and she didn't want to anger him further.

But the husky stood at the end of the table, looking down at the thin pad that barely concealed her swollen genitals. There were sticky tabs on the side to keep it in place, but Carl didn't care. He reached down with both hands and _ripped_the pad off her, splitting it in half. The tattered cloth fell to the floor, stained and smelling strong of her heat.

"Woof," he said, her pent-up heat filling the examination room. "I'm surprised you can even stand with that thing demanding so much attention. Your husband must have a lot of self-control - if I were him I'd be all over you."

Boss barked, tugging on his leash. That smell he'd gotten only a hint of was everywhere suddenly, wafting from the examination table. He knew instinctively what he was supposed to do, but he couldn't while he was tied to the wall. He whined, but he knew that Carl was the alpha, and he had to wait until the alpha was done with her.

Mona realized that antagonizing the TSA officer would only make things worse, so she bit her lip at his totally inappropriate comment, just praying that he wouldn't take full advantage of her situation. Oh, her lawyer would hear about this, but Mona finally knew when to shut up.

Snap! Carl slid on latex gloves and applied generous lube. He'd never actually found anyone smuggling anything in their cavities, but he also didn't do many cavity searches. Grinning down at the hog-tied Poodle, he grabbed her smooth-skinned rump by the thighs and spread her apart. "This might feel cool at first," he said, though he didn't expect a response.

She definitely had regrets. If she'd just let the man pat her down, she might already be on the plane, scoffing indignantly at her treatment. Now, she lay helpless as that same man slid his thumbs down to her engorged spade, tucking them in the sides of her fortune cookie and sliding them apart. He had to crouch a little, his hot breath wafting over her loins as he peeked inside. Pleasantly pink folds faded to darkness, no hint of a plastic baggie. But he'd knew that in her heat, the Poodle was more spacious than ever. She whimpered, but he started to push two fingers into her, feeling deep.

"Rrrrgh!" she groaned as he violated her both figuratively and literally. His firm fingers were so unlike her husband's dick. She panted as he explored her, her puffy lips spreading and molding easily around him.

"Damn, I thought a tight-ass like you would be tight down here. But you're quite spacious!"

"A-are you done?" she gasped.

The husky flattened an ear, sensing renewed resistance. Giving the woman a look, he said, "What's this?" He curled his fingers, feeling around inside her. Like any good canine, he knew where to find what he was looking for. There! He rubbed her firmly against her internal clitoris, sending shockwaves down her body. "You are hiding something," he joked.

Mona yipped, but Carl didn't let up, taking her nub and twisting it in his fingers. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and suddenly, despite her anxiety, the Poodle's tail was wagging. She glared at her rump, but that didn't stop the automatic response.

"Oh! You like that, girl?" he said, condescendingly.

"S-stop!" she whined.

Carl smirked. Gently, he rocked his slick, gloved fingers back and forth in her engorged pussy, her muscles clenching down around them. "I notice you didn't answer. But your tail doesn't lie. Doesn't your husband at least eat you out when you're in heat? When was the last time he took care of you?"

"Please -" she begged.

"Don't worry, I won't stop," he interrupted.

"That's not - aaah!" she yelped, as he began thrusting his fingers sharply into her. On her back with her legs wrapped up together, she could do nothing but wag her tail as he raped her on the examination table, waves of unbidden pleasure bringing moans to her lips.

"Does your husband know what a slut you are? Because he will if you tell anyone about this. There's even a tape, ma'am.

"Y-you're a monster!" she panted.

"But you didn't tell me to stop, now did you?" he grinned. He had a free hand and another job to do, though, so he slipped his fingers down to her last cavity. It was a hard approach with her tufted tail swinging back and forth, but when he hooked two fingers into her tail hole, she yipped. "Let's check in here."

Before she could put up a protest, Carl stuffed his well-lubed left fingers into Mona's butt, still tweaking the poor girl's clit with the other hand. Nothing had ever gone in that hole, and Mona squealed, eyes wide, ears flat, and tail still wagging. Why had the damned appendage betrayed her? Two fingers invaded each hole and the firm digits stretched her out like she never had before. Quivering and closing around his paw, her pussy shuddered, wetter than just the lube could account for. "Oh God!" she whined, which she realized later wasn't the most convincing protest.

But why protest? Now the husky was pushing more fingers into her trembling cunny, three, then four. He stuffed her full, pushing deep and fighting against her reflexive squeezes. Mona was panting now, staring down at the large husky playing her groin like a fiddle. She kicked her legs, but they were still tied together, the intrusive fingers in her ass triggering feelings inside her she'd never expected. He was completely stuffing her!

"Aaah! Unnngh! Rrrrfff!" she whimpered, her tongue dangling out the side of her mouth. Despite her fear, her heat-primed, furless rump was bucking up and down, shuddering for it. It had been a while since her husband had taken care of her, but her vulnerability had the mother wailing in ecstasy. She was fully at his mercy, and in the pulsing waves of pleasure from her clit, that only enhanced her need.

"Smile for the camera," Carl grinned. Sure enough, she wasn't hiding anything up her butt, either, but that didn't stop him from wriggling his gloved fingers inside of her, smearing the lube through her. His other hand was soaked now, the dog's quivering pussy gushing all over him. It wouldn't take much more, he knew, and his insurance would be complete. He doubted she would try to make a big deal about the search if she knew her husband would see her begging for more.

"Nnnngh, GAAAAH!" she yelped, and that was it, her hips slamming up and down as she came around those four, forceful fingers, cunny clenching hard as she pulled him deeper. Even her tailhole got involved, squeezing alongside, her drool spilling on the table-top beside her. He was making her howl, touching her with skill and dexterity that her husband couldn't match, even with his tongue. "Fingerrrrrrs..." she whined, her tail thumping against the table.

Once he was done humiliating the rich bitch, Carl pulled out of her, and popped the gloves off into the trash. "You're clean," he announced. "Let me get something to replace your clothes, and you'll be free to go."

Mona was still panting as the husky picked her up like she was nothing and plopped her on the floor. Still hog-tied, she flopped forward onto her face, but she was still orgasming and too busy to worry about it. Her chin rested on the cold floor, her front paws tied beneath her to her hind feet, her rump standing in the air. All she could do was shiver there in the cold air, her fat spade wet and bouncing.

Carl left, closing the door behind him. He wasn't supposed to interrogate people alone - that left open the possibility of abuse, but with the latest government shutdown and the bird flu, TSA was seriously understaffed. He knew he'd have to make the tapes disappear (into his private stash), but not yet - he hadn't investigated the littler one yet. Still, as he grabbed a replacement diaper (this wasn't the first time he'd had to cavity search a feral) from the storage closet, he paused to look at the running cameras. He almost dropped the diapers.

There, on the cameras, he could see Mona flopped on her face on the floor. But Boss was behind her, his leash just long enough to reach that delicious-looking spade. Carl flipped on the audio stream, his heart thumping.

Mona hadn't heard the eager German Shepherd moving behind her, but she did feel his first lick. She yipped, suddenly out of her stupor. She tried to squirm forward, but hog-tied, that was impossible. The dog, sensing no resistance from the bitch in heat, took another lick, and another, slathering that engorged pussy. It tasted just as heavenly as it smelled, and Boss tugged harder on his leash. But the wall-hold held strong, leaving him whimpering as he dined on freshly wet vulva.

"No, no, you stupid dog!" she yipped, wriggling her hips in a manner that only enticed the dog more. Her spade was still aching from release, and his tongue was decidedly unwanted for many, many reasons. Her loins burned with overstimulation that left her whimpering for relief. "Officer! Officer!" she called, but the closed door made her sure he couldn't hear her. Little did she know he was watching from the little camera that buzzed in the corner.

"Go on, Boss," Carl whispered to himself, "You deserve a taste."

Mona gasped, still out of breath, only to look back and notice her tail was held firmly to the side, like she was ready to be bred. Which, of course, she was, as far as her pussy was concerned. She adjusted quickly through her refractory period, and suddenly the dog's licks were slightly less unwelcome. He plumbed her, warm wet saliva coating every corner of her mound, and rubbing against the very source of her pleasure. "Carl!" she yipped, desperately, hoping he could return to save her from this rude situation.

But the husky was watching, rock hard from his earlier work. He'd never had a thing for ferals, but making this bitch moan (while her husband wasted his time calling lawyers) had him raring to go. What better way to put this dog in her place than to put her under Boss's tongue?

The German Shepherd wanted more. Tugging, he reached forward with both paws and managed to hook a claw around one of her hind legs. He pulled Mona half-an-inch closer. Then he pulled her half-an-inch closer again. Mona's eyes went wide, realizing what would happen if he managed to get a good enough grip on her. If she knew dogs well enough, it wouldn't take long - just wham, bam! He wouldn't bother to thank her. If he grabbed her before Carl got back...

Carl noticed as well, his jaw dropping as Boss tugged the bound-up bitch backwards. "Guess I'd better get moving," he said, standing up, before he paused. "Except, what are the odds he'll actually pull her back far enough?" Yet he watched silently as Boss pulled her farther and farther toward him, all while sniffing and licking the Poodle's fat cunt.

By the time it happened, Carl couldn't possibly make it in time. The German Shepherd wrapped an entire paw around her hind leg, and yanked, dragging the whole, white Poodle with him, until she was ass-up beneath him. The husky tried to stand, but he was just as too late as Mona, who tried to inch forward and yell, "Help! Help!"

Mona's cries were cut off as the horny shepherd hopped onto her back, getting a nice, firm grip on her hips and guiding himself to her waiting spade. Carl froze in place in front of the cameras, barely able to reach the door before it was obviously too late to stop Boss from humping the old girl. He'd thought he could interrupt them in time, but the husky instead watched in a mix of fear and lust as the animal wasted no time in claiming his hard-fought prize.

Mona wailed, "Nooo!"

Boss humped forward, piercing the woman in one smooth motion, her primed pussy splitting wide for his fat dog cock. "Fffuck," Carl groaned, his hand sliding down his pants. Too late to stop him now, he figured, so might as well let the well-trained shepherd at least get his dick wet.

Mona twitched beneath boss, her eyes wide open and face curled up in a strange mix of grimace and awe. The mindless animal was in her, his bare dick squelching in and out of her unprotected pussy. Boss clung on to her raised rump like a favorite stuffed animal and just humped, rocking the poor Poodle back and forth against the floor. Bound as she was, Mona could only squeak and squeal as the beast had his way with her, her soft, sacred spade expanding and retracting with each powerful thrust. The German Shepherd went balls deep each time, the soft orbs striking her bare, shaved thighs, until his loins met hers with a sticky, wet seal, an oh-so-intimate genital kiss.

"Boss, no!" she yelped, reduced to begging with a dog. But all her admonitions seemed to have no effect on the horny animal, who just wanted to breed. And breed he might, Mona realized with a gasp. Certainly she'd heard stories of Anthros and Ferals getting knocked up by the family pet (or vice versa). The offspring were always four-legged, and usually dumb, but sometimes the pups grew up to think and talk like a person. Not that that would be much better, since Mona was definitely not looking for more children (or pets!). Her ears stung as she heard the sloppy suction of their furious mating, knowing that every second was a greater risk. And if he should tie...

But Carl wasn't going to let that happen. He hadn't meant for things to go this far, he told himself, rubbing his cock as he watched the snooty Poodle get put in her place. But he'd show up in time to pull the canine officer off of her. She was a bitch, but she didn't deserve that. But first, he had to get himself off...

"No, no, no, no..." she whimpered, cheeks burning as her heated pussy began to push back against him. Her vagina knew what it wanted, and that was a thick, sloppy load. She found herself moaning beneath the dog, her legs spread obediently apart. But she still managed to whine, "Not like this!"

Carl groaned, still not ready to cum, but he could see the dog starting to swell up inside her. What if he just showed up a bit too late? Would it be so bad to tie the fertile bitch? She might play like she doesn't want it, but she was still hammering up and down against that thick bestial cock. No, damnit, he whimpered. He had to stop it and masturbate later. He pulled up his pants and went for the door.

Mona had no such hope that Carl would return to save her. That prayer was long gone - now she waited for the inevitable pop that would signal his tie and start off Mona's long, thorough breeding. No! she whimpered. There had to be something she could do! Boss was still slipping out of her with each thrust, but with her furless rump, he had no trouble sliding right back. How could he miss such a glaring, fat target as her spade? But wait - if she could just...

Carl hesitated at the door to the room, peeking in through the small window. Mona was too distracted to notice him, but he was about to rescue her when she pulled off her plan. Right as Boss pulled back to his limit, and his bony tip slipped from her quivering cunny, Mona kicked forward, arching her back as best she could to lower her rump. Boss rammed home, but this_time, he didn't hit her spade. He poked right into her tight, lubed anus, stuffing her far wider than Carl's two fingers. His massive dick spread her ass wide, the only thing saving her from immense pain being Carl's thorough examination. Mona bit her lip and clenched her eyes, but when the dog hilted himself this time, his knot _popped right into her ass, making her bulge like she'd never bulged before.

"Hooooooooowl!" she gasped.

Carl froze, hardly able to believe what he just saw. Well, no need to save her now, he realized. If only she'd known how close she was to getting the dog off of her - now she was in for a rough, feral buttfucking! Carl slipped his hand back into his pants, watching from the window. He was behind the two, with a crystal clear view of the bitch's heat-swollen spade, gaping and dripping a thin stream of dog cum, her bulging rectum just above.

Mona full on yelled as the dog went to town on her ass, pumping faster and harder into her abused tailhole. Tied now, he new the time had come to breed his bitch, though he couldn't know he'd really missed the mark. Still, his balls erupted into the middle-aged mother, painted her anus in streams of hot, bubbling cum. His pumps sent her thin hips flying, rubbing her clit by sheer proximity inside of her. She yelped, moaned, and then came, eyes rolling back in her head as Boss dominated her. Tongue dangling out and drooling, Mona clenched down and rolled her hips, quivering at the sensation of his rock-hard cock poking around her black cherry.

"Oh! Unnnngh!" she wailed. But there wasn't much room in her ass for the big dog, and sooner than later, his cum spilled back, straining at their tie until with a loud_splurt!_ cum spilled out her ass, draining down to coat her inflamed pussy. With her head on the ground and ass in the air, she swore she could feel his excess cum draining into her gaping pussy before sliding down toward her defenseless womb. "Boss...Boss!" she whined, digging her claws into the floor.

Carl had to quickly find a place to wipe his cum, having painted the door in his excitement. Fuck, he'd_never_ forget this moment, and hearing the old girl's ragged cries of the dog's name only cemented in Carl's mind. He waited until Boss was done and flipped around on her, his knot bulging her ragged asshole to walk in.

"What the - holy shit!" he exclaimed, giving it his best acting.

"H-help!" Mona panted, the floor slick with her drool.

"Boss - bad dog!" Carl chided, though in his head he was praising the German Shepherd. He went to the two, crouching next to them to give Mona the bad news. "Looks like he's tied..."

Tears in her eyes, Mona yelped, "No shit! Get him off me!"

Carl shook his head. "I'm not going to hurt you or him trying that. You'll just have to wait for his knot to shrink down." He watched up close as glistening cum spilled into her outstretched pussy. He knew he should help with that, but honestly, he didn't want to.

Mona whimpered. "This is your fault," she sobbed.

If only you knew, he thought. "This isn't where I left you, you know. You _let_him drag you back, didn't you?"

"No! Of course not!" she protested.

"And if I review the tapes...?"

Mona froze. Though the tapes would show she was right, they would also show her humping and cumming beneath the feral dog's onslaught. And calling his name. She gulped and said, "N-no...don't."

Carl nodded with satisfaction. "Look, when he's done with you, I'll clean you up and give you this change of clothes and a new diaper, and you can be on your merry way."

Mona was too tired to fight, still feeling heavy spurts of cum up her ass. "Y-you can't do this to Isabelle..." she panted.

Carl paused. "I do still have to search her, but I'll make sure Boss is out of the room."

The Poodle sighed. "Go easy on her -please? It's my fault she's here."

"Scouts honor - I'll only do what is needed. Nothing extra."

Mona was quiet, lost in thought, until Boss finally tugged free. Carl wiped up her rump with a few tissues. The interrogation must have lasted almost 40 minutes, and Mona walked funny as she followed Carl out of the room. He led her away to the exit, bypassing where Isabelle waited, and opened the door back to the terminal. "You're free to go," Carl said.

Confused, Mona stared at the busy terminal, still naked except for the bow in her hair. "What about the clothes and -"

Carl tossed the shirt and pants and diaper onto the Poodle's back, stepped back into the security door, and slammed it shut.

Mona's eyes went wide - she couldn't dress herself!

* * * * *

Carl chuckled to himself. Ferals didn't need to wear clothes, but he was certain the Poodle wouldn't want to be walking through the busy terminal naked. And while most dogs had the long fur to maintain their decency, the Poodle was shaved down to the skin on her rump, her swollen spade proudly on display. The husky was pretty sure Boss hadn't snuck any pups past the goalie, so he figured the stuck-up bitch could use a humiliating walk back to her husband and that boy that was with them. He'd already rewarded her by making her cum - twice, if you counted Boss - so it was the least she deserved for making such a fuss.

Now for the the apple who obviously hadn't fallen far from the tree. Isabelle was waiting nervously for the husky, a spitting image of her mother except for the fur. She was wearing a nice green dress that covered her shaved rump and complimented her grey color, and a dark blue bow in her mane. Carl knew he should really go easy on the poor girl - it's not like she got to pick her awful mother. "This way," he said, after opening the door.

"Where's Mom?" the thirteen-year-old said impudently.

"Just finished up with her. Don't worry, it'll be quicker with you."

She growled. "This is ridiculous! I'm not supposed to be here."

Carl cocked his head. "You realize we have to take threats and jokes seriously, right? People's lives are at stake. You and your Mom..."

"Were minding our own business, when_your_ stupid scanner flagged us for wearing diapers. Well, excuuuuuuuse me!"

Carl's magnanimity was fading fast. "Just follow me, will you?"

"No. This is totally unfair and I want my lawyer."

"You're not under arrest, girl. The TSA is not the police department. We have federal authority to search you with probable cause."

"Harrumpf!" she scoffed. "I'm not going anywhere with the likes of you."

Carl's expression changed. His eyes no longer showed compassion or understanding. They weren't angry or frustrated, either. They were just empty. In two strides he was standing over the startled thirteen-year-old, grabbing the seventy pound dog by the scruff and lifting her up with one hand. Isabelle yelped, unable to speak while scruffed. Carl held her close to his face and said, "Looks like you don't have a choice."

Isabelle was whisked away by the husky, still dangling in the air and he carried her limply to the second interrogation room. As much as he felt like tossing her in with Boss and taking a lunch break, he had promised Mona he'd only do what was needed to the small Poodle. Slamming the door closed, he placed the gasping girl on the examination table, and while she was regaining her bearings, he started to undo the buttons along the back of her dress.

"What are you doing!?" she snapped.

"I'm taking your clothes off. This_is_ a strip search, after all."

Her eyes widened and she yelped, "You most definitely are not!"

"You can fight it if you want - I've got clippers if you want me to ruin this pretty dress of yours."

That shut her up. Still, the Poodle was trembling. She'd probably never had an interaction with any kind of officer before. But that didn't stop her from resisting every step of the way. Her tail was tucked between her legs as he slowly loosened her green dress, then helped her step out of it. The cloth fell away to the table, where he slid it to the side, leaving Isabelle standing almost naked on the examination table, save for the bow in her hair, and the discrete, grey-colored diaper. It didn't do much to hide the contours of her achingly swollen pussy. As a feral, she would gone into season every six months since she was about three years old, and he highly doubted a prissy bitch like her would have seen any action. Carl couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her suffering through so many heats without relief.

"Stay still, I've gotta check for contraband," he said. The girl stood still like a figurine as he placed his hands through the fur on her head, then down her neck, searching through the thick fur of her mane. But she shivered as he slide his hands down her shaved back and belly. Of course she wasn't hiding anything in plain sight, but he went nice and slow anyway, letting his fingers brush up against each of her little teats in turn.

"Sir..." she whimpered.

"Clean so far," Carl explained, relishing in the super soft felt of her abdomen, leading slowly up to the edge of her diaper. "Just gotta check one more place."

"Wait, what?" she gasped, realizing too late what he meant.

Grabbing the last vestige of her privacy, Carl dug his nails into the cloth and ripped it apart, shredding the diaper like he had her mother's. Before she could even prepare herself, her tender, thirteen-year-old pussy was shivering in the cold air of the examination room, in full view of the huge husky.

"Y-you can't do that!" she said, trying in vain to cover her fat spade with her thin, shaved tail. "I-I'm thirteen! I'm not - whatever - hiding drugs or whatever! L-low class pervert!"

Low class, huh? The daughter had learned a lot from her mother. He wouldn't be breaking his promise to Mona - only what was needed. Isabelle needed a similar lesson. All the more so when he reached for her tail, and the scared Poodle jumped and skittered away from him, almost falling off the table.

"Stop, you goon!" she demanded

Carl shook his head. "We already talked about this." Faster than she could move, he grabbed her by the scruff. With practiced ease (he'd debilitated unruly ferals before, but usually bigger males) he wrapped a tightening cuff around her front paws and her neck, pinning her head to her legs. She blinked, unable to turn her head. Then he dropped her heavily back on the table, her gazing over one end of the tabletop, with her hind legs dangling over the other end.

"Uh! Hey!" she heaved, the air temporarily knocked from her.

"I'm afraid I'm now going to have to cavity search you, missy, for resisting an officer. I have reason to believe you might be smuggling drugs."

"This is insane!" she whined, trying to look over her shoulder. But the best she could manage was to turn her eyes back. All she could see was the wall to her left, the clock ticking loudly away. She could barely even kick her hind legs, as they were stretched full length against the side of the examination table. He placed his hands on her furless rump staring down at her two "cavities". "You can't do this! I'm telling Dad!"

Isabelle could hear him slapping on his latex gloves, blood draining from her face. He really meant to do it! Pinned as she was, her puffy pussy was dangling off the edge of the table, presented prettily for the husky. Only she was allowed to see that! And her brother, anyway.

His low voice rumbled as he replied, "Tell him whatever you want - I'm just doing my job. All this protesting makes me really wonder if you do have something tucked up inside there."

She felt him cup her spade with one hand, a cool gel smearing across her lips. Isabelle shivered again as he slathered her up with lube, fingers testing her tight folds before slipping inside. "H-hey!" she yipped, but her cries turned to yowls when the husky poked deeper.

"Oops - there goes your cherry," he said lewdly.

Isabelle felt like throwing up, laid out over the table, a strange man's finger ripping through her hymen. It hurt, and she sputtered and whined as the thin layer bled. "S-stop!" she pleaded.

But Carl was still coating her fertile pussy with petroleum jelly. He could tell she wasn't hiding anything up there - how else could she still have her hymen? But he had to be thorough. Isabelle's legs trembled, bumping against the table as she writhed beneath the husky. "Gonna have to push a little deeper, but I'll wait until you're ready."

Great, Isabelle thought sarcastically. She couldn't believe this was really happening to her. Some lower class oaf was doing the unthinkable. She'd learned just a little in sex-ed class. Did this mean she wasn't a virgin anymore? Lost in thought, she whined as she felt his thin, plastic finger brushing up against her turgid spade again. This time, she felt Carl relishing in his abuse of her poor pussy, poking slowly through her aching lips. Her rump was splayed easily for him, and he poked his finger inch by inch deeper, spreading her apart. He poked past the shattered remains of her cherry. No, he wasn't using a finger - he was using two! No, three, judging by the way her untried spade stretched wide for him. Again, she tried to look over her shoulder and beg the man to leave her alone, but she could only see the walls.

"Please, stop!" she shivered, though the pain was starting to fade away, replaced by a new, much more pleasant sensation. She bit her lip, trying to fight it, but even now, she could feel her tunnel clenching down around him, tightening the suction and enhancing the friction between them.

"Sure that's what you really want?" he said, cocky.

"Yes!" she yelped, tucking her tail between her legs. With his free hand, he grabbed her tail and pinned it to her hindquarters, digging even deeper.

"Damn, you're tight. You'll make a man really lucky someday." His hand dug into her right hip, tugging her backwards. Then he grabbed her left hip as well, shifting her rump as he dug deeper. He held her so tight, his claws were digging into her hips.

Wait. Isabelle's gears were turning in her head. He had a hand on each of her hips...then what was he poking her pussy with!? Frantically, she tried to count the digits she felt, and she gulped when she realized there was only one possibility.

He was fucking her!

Carl hadn't planned on it, but looking at the thirteen-year-old's pussy dangling off the end of the table at just the right height was too much for the husky. While she was adjusting to the loop around her neck, he was lowering his pants, and fishing out a condom. The girl couldn't tell the difference between latex gloves on his fingers and a rubber. After watching Boss with the girl's mom, he truly needed this, and if he had to guess, so did Isabelle. And he did have to guess, since he didn't bother asking her, and if he had, he knew she'd say 'no'.

The man kept up his ruse, but he was getting close now, ploughing the underage bitch, and he couldn't help it - he grabbed her by the rump and starting to hump her into submission. He thought she might be too distracted to notice, but almost as soon as he grabbed her, she yelped, "H-hey! Y-you...can't be..."

Now the grey Poodle knew why his fingers felt so thick and wide - he'd buried his whole, fat cock into her! The huge male was easily three times her size, the small feral like a medium-sized plushy compared to the powerful husky. Unable to look back, she shivered, picturing him pumping that glistening beast she'd only seen rarely in sneak views of the internet while her parents were busy. No wonder her aching spade felt like it was tearing apart.

"You trying to pretend a little slut like you hasn't been whimpering for this to happen for years?" Carl groaned, slapping his half-swollen, covered knot against her bulging, untried pussy.

"How could you!?" she squealed.

The officer just shrugged and said, "Seemed pretty easy to me."

Isabelle groaned, squirming uselessly in his grasp, her hips bouncing up and down with his thrusts. She could only grit her teeth and whimper as he pushed into her again and again, spreading her once-virgin cunny, only to pull out and leave her gaping each time. Like her mother before her, her heat started to take over, tail curling out of the way and pussy clenching, the pleasure of his shaft grinding against her molten core sending the girl into spasms of pleasure.

"Sir!" she gasped, eyes rolling in the back of her head. "Officer, please!" she whined. "It - it feels..."

"Stop fighting it, bitch," Carl said simply. "Just raise that rump and enjoy it! They say you never forget your first time."

She groaned with each wet union of their sticky loins, barely able to feel the thin rubber that was the only thing standing between his cock and her litter full of puppies. H-he hadn't taken it off, had he? During one of the pull backs? He wouldn't - would he? He slammed her tender pussy with his knot, smashing her against the cool metal table, but each ferocious thrust sent shockwaves through her trembling body. Why did it feel so good!?

"I - I never knew -" she panted. A loud groan interrupted her line of thought, but she returned to it with a whine, "it could feel like this!"

He leaned over her, wrapping his arms around her body, and said right in her ear, "If they told you what it really felt like, all the kids would be fucking each others' brains out."

"Y-yes," she agreed, barely able to keep oxygen flowing with her heaving chest. She didn't care anymore if he was or wasn't wearing protection. All that mattered was that thick rod pounding her burning pussy. The dull ache that had plagued her since her first heat was finally soothed, and she only wished she could feel his knot inside her small cunt. But Carl had already grown too much to sink that into her. Her whine turned to a low howl, then a high-pitched wail as her first orgasm slowly built from inside her core, and she whimpered, "F-fuck me - please, sir! Take me - breed me!"

Carl had a real moment of indecision, with the young Poodle wrapped up in his arms as he bucked into her. Her desperate need came through, and he knew now how much she wanted his puppies. Her verbal resistance had fallen now as well, her pussy taking over her mind as she squeezed down around him, milking him for his cum. He suspected he'd ruined her in multiple ways - taking her virginity, but worse, breaking her for all future heats. She'd never be able to withstand the urges now, and the sheer joy on her face at being held down and raped all but ensured she'd end this heat or the next with a bellyful. But Carl's indecision had very little to do with the lasting damage he'd done to the thirteen-year-old pup.

No, he had to decide how much damage to_do_, because she had just breathily begged for his puppies, and he was still wearing that blasted condom! He was so ready to cum that it would take real commitment to back off, unwrap himself, and give her what she thought she wanted. He had promised Mona to give Isabelle what she needed, but an illegitimate litter from a security guard was probably not what the girl's mother was expecting. Carl huffed and grunted, envisioning himself knocking up the underage bitch, her belly swelling with mixed-breed huskies - talk about never forgetting your first time! But then there'd be no doubt who'd done it, or what he'd done, and no amount of destroying the video tape would protect him from jail-time _and_alimony payments.

No, he decided - he couldn't do that, as much as it appealed to him. But at least he could make her _think_he was breeding her. He growled in her ear, "You're mine now, bitch. You'll take what I give you whether you want it or not!"

Isabelle shuddered, her hips a blur. "Y-you're really gonna...! Mom's gonna kill me!" she yipped, though that prospect only seemed to excite her more.

"Pretty little pup like you's probably modeling, but that's gonna be on hold indefinitely," Carl groaned. "Not to mention school. Your body's never gonna be the same..."

Isabelle groaned. She was, in fact, a model, and now she found herself whimpering and picturing her big, pregnant belly, stuffed with mutts. Big, anthro puppies - they'd ruin her. But she just squealed with joy, saying, "I don't care! Don't hold back - just give it to me!"

Again Carl paused, wanting to comply with her lust-addled request. But now he just wanted to cum, whether that was into her bare cunny or not. "I was wrong before," he grunted. "You're not going to make a man very lucky someday."

The Poodle cocked her head, confused.

"Slut like you is gonna make a _lot_of guys really lucky."

Like that, a vision of dozens of nameless and faceless guys on her back filled Isabelle's mind, and she realized she didn't even know his name. Tossing her head back, the young Poodle howled, her cunt exploding around the thick, husky cock that she still assumed was bare. If she'd thought sex felt good before, now she was speechless, no wind in her lungs. Squeezing like a vice, she grinded up and down in short, simple spasms, waves of pleasure shooting up her spine to cloud her mind. This was it, she was doing it. She was a woman now, and soon to be (she thought) a mother, all because a rough and handsy airport guard decided he wanted her. She squealed and came buckets around him.

There was no way Carl could hold back, with her pumping up and down his cock. Her tight tunnel claimed its first load, the first of many, though a thin layer of latex kept her eager pussy from really taking it. Carl pinned her hard, his knot throbbing against her tight lips, unable to tie the young bitch. He groaned and grunted and squirted inside her, balls aching and sore at the knowledge that he wasn't breeding the whimpering bitch. His condom filled up inside her, ballooning out to pressure her insides, but the rubber held. Of course Carl should be glad - if it broke he was in some pretty big trouble. His face contorted as he came, drooling onto her thick mane.

They rocked back and forth like that for what seemed like hours, but only lasted about a minute, both moaning and shuddering together in wet, sticky union. Carl squeezed load after load into his rubber, knot teasing at her sore spade, but he recovered first, unclenching his paws where he'd dug into her fur and gasping for air. He could watch how Isabelle still climaxed beneath him, her own tongue spilling saliva onto the floor below the table, her entire feminine plumbing working in beautiful harmony to squeeze every last drop from her eager sperm donor.

She was going to be so disappointed, he thought.

What did I just do!? Isabelle finally quivered on the cold table, her hips still propped up and stuffed full of dog cock, but now that the searing pleasure faded from her mind, the consequences rang through her head. She was only thirteen, and she'd just lost her virginity to a stranger. She'd even begged him to knock her up, and even now she swore she could her belly swelling with his life-giving seed. She was too young for puppies! And besides, this nameless TSA officer was way too old and lower class for a Pedigree like her.

But it had felt so good to submit to the powerful Anthro. In the moment, she'd been ecstatic letting him ruin her body with a fat litter of mixed-breed mutts. Anything to finally quench the endless heats she'd had to suffer alone and at home. Even now, she wanted him to grab her by the scruff and rape her again - though was that really rape? She whined, "W-what's wrong with me?" she whined.

Carl licked her ear. "Nothing, sweetheart. You're just finding out that you're more than a model - you're a whore." He snipped the loop around her neck and popped his dick out of her. "You'll probably find out it's easier to sell your looks if you'll also sell your body."

"N-not anymore," she said, her voice trembling. "Not after you bred me!"

Carl grabbed the bitch by the scruff and flipped her onto her back, her tail dangling over the edge of the table, fat pussy quivering right next to his covered cock. "Well, this time you're in luck, because I gave you one freebie. Pretty good deal, huh?"

Isabelle stared down her belly and between her spread legs to watch the husky peel the used condom off, the white-filled balloon getting tossed in the trash. She shivered at the thought that that full load could have been swimming around inside her womb. Relief washed over the young girl as she realized that not only had the big security guard made her a woman, she'd gotten off relatively scot free! Her aching pussy bounced up and down as she took the time to read his nametag.

"Well, Carl," she said, taking a deep breath and shoving her tail to the side. "How about two for the price of one?"