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I found myself running toward the playset. Becca, the birthday girl's older sister, had just trotted over, panting and out of breath, and called me over. "Miley! Miley!" she whispered urgently. At first I wondered why the eleven year old four-legger would come to me for help, instead of her parents.

But when she told me what happened, I got it. I wouldn't want to tell my parents that my friends were making out in the play area, either. I had to bend down pretty far for the little Beagle girl to whisper what she'd seen to me, but if I had it right, the wolf twins were kissing and rubbing against each other in the skytower, right in front of not only Becca, but the younger girls as well!

My sister, Kayla, wasn't ready for_that_, and of course it wasn't appropriate for two sixth graders to kiss in public, much less if they were twin sisters. So I sprinted into the Jungle Gymtastic structure to go put a stop to it. The skytower was at the very top, in the middle of the dark structure, and it had a long, curved ramp on the way up. As a Greyhound, I had no trouble rounding the turns as I climbed up.

When I got there, the younger girls had apparently (and wisely) left, but Becca was right. More right than she'd even known - because the twins weren't kissing anymore. Candy was standing backwards over her sister, Carly, her white muzzle buried deep in the other girl's snatch, and there was no doubt about it from where I stood. Carly's blue skirt was curled up against her belly, spilling out below her, her spread legs showing off how firmly her sister was eating her out, tongue squelching back and forth. I couldn't see Carly with Candy's rump and skirt in the way, but I could only guess that the white-furred twin was 'returning the favor'.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" I gasped. If Mr. or Mrs. Baker saw this, these girls would be in so much trouble. "Stop that!"

But they didn't stop, not even with me standing above the two ferals, glowering down at them. They just kept slurping away, eyes lidded. Could they even hear me? I was only trying to help!

"Candy, stop!" I yelped, grabbing the younger wolf by the scruff of her neck.

She bit me! She. _Bit._Me. It hurt, and I pulled my arm away fast, looking down and rubbing the marred fur. She hadn't left a mark or anything, but dammit if that didn't hurt! "Oh no you don't!" I yelped, as the girl seemed startled herself. She bolted for the nearest slide, her sister rolling onto all fours, hot on her heels. "Get back here!" I yelped, giving chase.

They might be four-leggers, but I was a Greyhound, and I was on the cross country team. I jumped into the slide they were spilling head-first down, sliding smoothly on my shorter fur. My feet hit the wet rump of Carly at the bottom of the slide, but they were able to get a head start while I climbed back to my feet. They were running even deeper into the ropes course - a big mistake, since that section wasn't designed for quadrupeds!

While the twins tried to dart back and forth through the pillars, I grabbed a hold of the ropes overhead, looking to cut them off with a short cut. I was going for the white one this time. I didn't want to get bit. Grabbing a monkey bar, I swung forward, gaining speed and swivelling in the air to land on the stop of the wide stairs just past the girls.

My foot twisted. Arms swivelling in the air, I tried to balance myself, but I only readjusted the wrong way. Desperate, I grabbed for the monkey bar just above me with a_whiff_. Suddenly, I was spiraling down as I fell onto the square grid of criss-crossed ropes that were suspended three or four feet above the soft floor. With a loud thump and the stretch of firm ropes, I landed flat on my back, which would have been okay if the hammock weren't designed to give quite so much. As it was, the ropes warped into a bowl shape with me suspended, one leg slipping into one of the square foot gaps in the rope.

Dazed, I panted. Thank goodness for the ropes, or I'd have hit the mat hard. Still, I ached and tried to get up without much success. My slender left leg was poking through the mesh and tickling the ground, but my right was hiked up high in the curved ropes, stretching me half like I was doing the splits! I might be a good runner, but I wasn't that flexible, and my legs were burning. My arms had both found the gaps in the net, reaching almost straight down below me to touch the mat. I tried to pull them out one at a time, but the other arm was pinned in such a way as to make the other one stuck. I couldn't turn or roll around either.

I was stuck, and worse, Candy and Carly noticed right away. They walked up to me where I dangled, cocking their heads and giggling, though Carly at least asked if I was okay.

Sore in body and in mind, I grimaced, "I'll be okay - just help me out!"

Candy shook her head. "So you can catch us? Tell on us?"

"Come on - this isn't funny," I growled. "Help me up and I won't tell them what happened."

Carly glanced at her sister. "Sounds like a pretty good offer."

"No way," the grey-furred twin disagreed. "She'll still stop us, and I for one don't wanna stop."

"Still?" Carly asked, blushing.

I watched Candy reach a paw lovingly up under her sister's chin to look her straight in the eye and say, "Of course, sis. I love you and want to make you feel good."

"Hold up..." I stammered, but they were already ignoring me, Carly lifting her muzzle to Candy, tilting her head, and wrapping her muzzle up with her twin sister. "Hey! Get me out of this!" I barked.

But Candy was already sweeping her sister off her feet again, sliding down between those spread white thighs. She licked her lips just looking at Carly's grey spade. I'd thought perhaps they were in heat, but it sure didn't look like it. They were just horny for each other, and didn't care that I was going to get them IN SO MUCH TROUBLE. They were just going to leave me suspended, arms aching, legs practically cramping, to watch them indulge in warm, wet incest right there in the jungle gym.

"Oh, Candy!" Carly moaned, bucking her hips up against that inquisitive pink tongue. "I've never felt so...so good!" At the time I couldn't have known that Candy had slipped Carly some ecstasy in her drink earlier, but once I did find out that sure explained a lot. If only the girls' experimentation hadn't done so much collateral damage to me.

"Y-you can't just leave me here. I'm going to tell!" I whined, straining against the ropes again to no avail.

Candy pulled her tongue out with a loud, wet, schlorp, and she looked over at me. "You're right," she said, but the way she was looking at me sent shivers through my bound body. She walked closer to me, standing between my outstretched legs, eyes going up and down my Greyhound body. I was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt because I really wasn't feeling the whole birthday party. The only people I knew were my sister Kayla and Pie from school, and I was feeling bloated and cramped. The shorts hid my crinkly diaper well enough, though I had to wear a size too large to really hide the white undergarment. Unfortunately, that meant my slender runner's legs poked out of the leg holes of my shorts with a truly ridiculous amount of give in the baggy cloth. From that angle, Candy could see right through to my diaper.

"She's in heat, sis," Candy announced.

The white one sat up, cocking her head. "So?"

"So I think maybe she'd understand where we were coming from if she only knew just how good it felt. Don't you think?" the wolf replied, licking her lips.

"Hey, now, wait a Goddamn minute!" I growled.

Carly paused. "But she doesn't want that..."

"Yet," Candy replied, her soothing words drawing her sister near. "Cousin Randy didn't want us licking him either at first, but he didn't put up much of a fight..."

Cousin Randy? Randy Cotter? I guessed that's where the girls had picked up their interest in incest! The black wolf had always struck me as a pretty boring guy without much interesting to speak of. But I guess in private...

"Hey!" I yelped, feeling cold noses up my legs. I'd let them distract me, and I stared down to see Candy on the right and Carly on the left.

"Candy..." Carly said, ears flat and uncertain.

But the grey wolf took the lead as usual, saying, "I bet she's never felt it. Think about how you're feeling, sis. Can we really keep that feeling away from Miley just because she doesn't know what she's missing?"

"Carly, no," I gulped, realizing that I wasn't going to make a lot of headway with one of the two twins. "W-whatever you're thinking, stop, and let me down!"

While I watched Carly try to process the two competing requests, Candy took advantage and poked her head through the grid in the ropes just below my rump. Before I could do more than gasp, the eleven-year-old feral had poked her nose through the right leg in my shorts. I heard a sudden, shocking riiiiiiiiip!

Eyes wide, I stared, dumbstruck as Candy pulled away from me, the torn remains of my white diaper still in her sharp teeth. Dangling in the air like I was, she'd managed to get the whole thing off in one grab, and I could feel the cool air of the Jungle Gymtastic against my thirteen-year old pussy. My heart was racing. I was trapped, and these young girls were going way beyond anything I might have imagined. This was just my second heat - I'd heard doing athletics could delay puberty. The cramps and bleeding were annoying of course, but this was totally different. Just looking at Candy grinning with my underwear in her mouth made me shiver in a way that I didn't totally understand.

I needed to call for help. No matter how embarrassing this situation was, I was in way over my head. Opening my muzzle, I dropped my jaw to squeal for help. But Candy had only paused with my diaper for a second before she darted to my side. The full-sized wolf could just barely poke her head through the grid, and she did so again. Right as I started to squeal, Candy neatly plomped the torn diaper right in my mouth. All that came out was a squeaky grbl.

Coughing, I tried to cough the damn thing out of my mouth, but the oversized diaper was quite the obstacle in my slender muzzle, and the adhesive that held it around my rump had gotten stuck against my smooth neck fur. I struggled and whined, realizing that I had to breathe through my nose, but straining did nothing to remove the sudden, smelly gag, and my arms were pinned straight down. I could lift them at the elbow, but only far enough to reach the ropes and get blocked off. "Mmmmrph!"

Carly stared nearly as dumbstruck as me. "Candy! What are you doing!?"

"C'mon, sis," she said, trotting forward with her tail raised confidently. She licked her sister across the side of her muzzle and turned to direct Carly's attention to my outspread legs. "Now we can show her what it's like. You know how much heats suck with no way to cope with them. She's a two-legger. She's new to them. This might even be her first!"

"Rrgll mnnghh fffregl!" I tried, kicking my feet.

Carly gave her sister a wide-eyed, sideways glance. "This seems bad, Candy. We're gonna get in a lot of trouble, and we're already grounded for life for fucking Randy..."

Say what!? I squirmed again, but honestly, I didn't have much say anymore. These twisted sisters had me at their mercy, and while Carly might, Candy was merciless.

"Then what's the worst that could happen? We're already in it. Our best bet is to convince Miley that we're right, and then she might not tell. It's not like_she's_ going to get pregnant."

Was one of them pregnant? I barely had time to spit-take through the musky diaper, since Candy had finally convinced her drug-addled sister, and the twins were once again walking up between my legs. My left leg still jutted out a foot from the ground, almost horizontal, my right hiked up nearly vertically on the higher curve of the warped net. I whined as they walked straight toward my wide-legged shorts, and I knew they could see straight through to my naked, swollen spade.

"Schltts!" I coughed, but I doubt they knew I was calling them sluts. If I'd known how deep the rabbit hole went, I'd never have chased them like this. I'd thought they might be lesbians before, but considering what they'd said about Randy, I could tell they were just a step above ferals in heat. I squirmed one last time, to no avail.

Two fluffy wolf muzzles poked through each leg of my baggy shorts, and then I could only see their tails wagging behind them. But seeing wasn't the most pressing issue right then. Candy approached from the right, and Carly from the left, but their wet tongues conjoined inside at my pussy. I'd never even had a boyfriend, but now I was getting licked off by two sixth-graders! I yelped and screamed through my gag, clenching my eyes shut.

But it didn't hurt, despite how puffy and tight my spade felt. Candy's tongue curled up under the ridges along the side of my triangular mound and then wrapped up around the little tip of my vulva, while Carly buried her cold nose at the base of my grey folds, sniffing loudly before slurping right up my triangular lips, spreading me wide. For the first time, my tight tunnel was spread by someone other than myself, and tingles coursed through my slim figure.

"Nnngh!" I groaned, as Candy slurped the outside of my protruding pussy and Carly went to town inside. Her thick, wet tongue swirled around inside me unlike anything I'd felt before, and I knew what Candy meant by letting me know what I was missing. These little mufflickers must have had a_lot_ of practice on each other, because as horrified as I was, I couldn't help but whine at the way Carly's tongue pressured up into my spade, ignoring my vagina to find something just above, inside, her tongue gulping quick and gently. My little nub was warm and bouncing against her flicking tongue, and before I knew what I was doing, my struggles were less about getting out of the net, and more about bucking my hips.

"See?" I heard through the cloth of my shorts. It was Candy, saying, "She can't help but like it!"

"C-can I...?" Carly gulped, shivers running through her all the way to the tip of her wagging tail.

"Go for it - I'll take your place."

Gulping, I had no idea what they were planning, until Carly popped her tongue out of my pussy and I felt her cold nose lowering. My eyes popped open as I felt that nose against the smooth fur just below my spade, and then without warning, the warm, wet, drooling tongue pressed up against my pucker.

"Errrgh!" I groaned, kicking. But my shriek turned to a high-pitched squeal as the eleven-year-old didn't even hesitate, and before I knew what was happening, she was plying my tailhole open with her forceful tongue.

But I didn't have time to feel the unfamiliar sensation of my butt spreading apart in a vacuum, as Candy lifted her muzzle and pushed her whole tongue into my trembling, bouncing pussy, this time curling down and into me at a sharp angle that sent a jolt of pain down my spine. I'd paid just enough attention in Sex-Ed to know that the grey wolf had just pushed through my hymen! It hurt like they warned about, even though I'd always thought our teachers were just trying to scare us off from sex. But Candy just kept digging deeper, her pink organ right up against my womb. I could feel the warm drool coating my insides from two different tongues, the initial pain quickly fading to a dull ache that I could barely notice next to the rubbing my clit was getting. Despite losing my cherry to a feral dyke, I kicked and humped and groaned, and none of my actions were about _getting away_anymore.

Engulfed in the heady scent of my own heat from the ruined diaper in my mouth, the girl's expert administrations were rocking my body in a way that I couldn't describe in words, only actions and feelings. My every nerve ending convulsed through my body, tail thumping against the floor mat as I humped weakly against two muzzles. I could only whine like a pathetic bitch, helpless as they dominated me - two little girls totally alpha wolfing me. Rough, ragged breaths pumped through my nose, sweating as they worked me over, pushing their tongues deeper and deeper until I was completely stuffed. I couldn't see them, their fluffy heads tucked up in my shorts, but somehow that made the whole experience even more intense, unable to predict their motions as they guzzled me.

"Nnngraaah! Mraaaah!" I yelped, making a fair bit of noise that didn't travel very far in the maze of walls and soft styrofoam of the obstacle course.

"She's almost there," Candy panted. "Now!"

Their tails curled over each other's backs lovingly as I stared down, mind racing about what that could mean until I felt both girls pop out of my shuddering holes. Side by side, they slurped at my spade, Candy prying my right fold open and Carly the left, leaving my wet pussy gaping, before they both plunged in, side by side, an incestuous kiss deep inside my cunny. The tips of their tongues collided like a tidal wave against my heat-primed cervix, coiling and churning against each other and myself inside me, and I lost it.

Squealing through my gag, I bucked my hips and came, eyes rolling back in my head, momentarily forgetting that I was only thirteen, and that these sixth-graders were kinda really raping me just a hundred yards from the innocent birthday party that was still going on. While Becca and Annabelle and Stacy and Kayla were playing arcade games or eating pizza like normal little girls, I was getting eaten out for the first time, tied up and against my will. But at that moment, there was only the flood of warm pleasure engulfing both ends of me - head and tail.

Their tongues flicked up and into me even as I gushed around them, and the twins guzzled it all down without a second thought. Oh my god it felt good. I could understand why they seemed addicted to each other's tongues, because both together blew my mind. I was just a girl, groaning and moaning and thrusting my hips, only able to feel the pulsating pleasure of their inquisitive tongues. If this is what they did to Randy, no wonder he'd gone and knocked one or both of them up!

I was brought back to earth far faster than I'd expected, though, the lustful ravings of a Greyhound's first orgasm fading away as the girls hiked up their ears, swivelling them. I couldn't see their ears of course, but they tented my shorts, and while I panted, I heard Carly gasp, "Someone's coming!"

Before I could even say a garbled version of "Hey!" the two wolves had bolted, running even deeper into the complex, and leaving me suspended, trapped, gagged, and spread eagle, my pussy still drenched in cum, sweat, and drool, barely hidden by my oversized pants. Heat rushed to my face as I strained my head to look around, relieved to see the sound that had spooked the girls.

It was just that Shiba boy from two tables down. With four legs and his small, twenty-pound stature, he might not be able to pull me out of the ropes, but he could at least get help. "Mmmrggllf! Rnnnggug!" I grunted at him, as he trotted over. I tried to show him the diaper gag, tilting my head as far down as I could for the small Shiba.

But the little brown dog sat and just stared up at me, cocking his head. "Nanishiteruno?"

I was at a loss. What was he saying?"

"Sono nioi wa nanidesu ka?" the dog was almost full-grown, and no taller than my knees, but that could put him anywhere from two to eight years old. How did I convince him that I was stuck and needed help? I struggled and showed him that I couldn't move my arms or legs, whining through the gag.

The young Shiba regarded me with those little black eyes and started sniffing. My heart started racing, worries flooding through my head as I watched the little four-legger follow his snuffling black nose down beside where I dangled. No, no, no, this isn't happening...! Ever so slowly the Shiba investigated until he was standing in front of me, between my outspread legs.

I couldn't see him, but I could just guess he was staring down my pants legs, as he said, "Anata no chitsu...!"

I only wished that that was the limit of his curiosity.

* * * * *

The bathroom door swung open. Every guy dreads the idea of someone walking in on them on the toilet, but this was way, way worse. I was sitting on the floor with my back against the clear tile wall, with my eight-year-old half-sister perched in my lap with her front paws nestled up against my t-shirt. The grey shirt was the only thing on between the two of us, and when I saw she was sitting in my lap, I should say she was sitting a little bit above my lap, because she was hunched over and shoving herself down my fat cock, her grey spade squished up against my glistening red knot. From the door, her hiked tail would reveal everything.

I was about to lift her off, my paws gripping the feral German Shepherd mix on the hips. But I knew it would be too late. There was no hiding what we'd done. My parents, the cops, none of them would understand how a thirteen-year-old could fall in love with his smart, adventurous little sister! Together, Annabelle and I stared over at the open door, hearts pounding.

It was Stacy, and behind her, Kayla.Thank god, I thought, thinking that there still might be a way to cover this all up. I could tell from Stacy's expression that the four-legged Beagle wouldn't be the problem. Annabelle had already told her friend all about our rather...intimate relationship. The problem was the two-legged Greyhound - Kayla knew Stacy from church. What would she think?

Stacy yelped, "I knew it! You were gone so long. I can't believe you snuck off like this on my_birthday_."

Annabelle yipped, "Close the door, dummy!"

The restaurant and play area were pretty hard to see from where they'd tucked the family-size bathroom, but if anyone walked by, we were dead. "Oh, right!" Stacy gulped, the two-foot tall Beagle trotting into the bathroom. Kayla was frozen at the door, though, her head cocked, trying to understand what exactly she was looking at. Stacy said, "Come on," and grabbed the Greyhound's sweater with her teeth, tugging the girl inside before closing and locking the damn door.

Only then did I start to breath again. Now I could get Annabelle off of me, wash up, put on my clothes, and try to pretend this never, ever hap -

"You're just in time for the big finale!" Annabelle yipped cheerfully, wiggling her hips around my swollen dick with her tail tucked neatly to the side for her two friends.

"Wait, wha -?" I gasped, before gritting my teeth. She sure was tight!

Stacy perked her droopy ears up, white-and-brown tail wagging. "You mean he's gunna cum?"

"Yeah! Watch!"

"Anna!" I objected, but my protest turned to moans as my beautiful sister humped up and down my throbbing husky cock. Hungry Beagle eyes watched with laser focus as Annabelle's wet pussy squeezed and squished and stretched and tugged around me, her vulva slurping up against my twin glands.

"W-what are they doing?"

I stared at the eight-year-old girl, realizing just how wrong this all was. Even my relationship with Annabelle was a trick my brain played on me, because as a four-legged, Annabelle had reached full grown and hit puberty years and years ago. But Kayla was just a three-and-a-half foot little girl, standing there dumbstruck in her oddly matched sweater and shorts, well before her first heat. The little girl couldn't even conceive of what we were doing.

Not that Stacy wouldn't try to explain. "They're having sex!"

Kayla cocked her head. "But this doesn't look like Carly and Candy."

"This is how boys and girls do it. See, he doesn't need to use his tongue because he's got that," Stacy said, pointing at my shuddering knot.

The sudden interruption had definitely taken me back from the edge, and I'd like to say that the two young girls that I barely knew talking about me in a weird cross between Sesame Street and a biology textbook would have continued to put me off, but Annabelle was pumping up and down, gleefully showing off her beloved brother to the four curious eyes. "C'mon, Paul," Annabelle whispered in my ear, sinking back down to my know. "Stacy's been waiting to see this for a week!"

I glanced at the birthday girl with half-slitted eyes, holding my breath. There she was, the black, brown, and white beagle I'd been jacking off to since I learned Annabelle had started corrupting her. The only person in the world I was more horny for was Annabelle herself, and she was whimpering atop my bare, throbbing cock. Strangely, I felt a little worse at the thought of sleeping with Stacy compared to Annabelle because_at least the shepherd was my sister._ I was getting really fucked up by all this! Still - would the Beagle even let me? Was Anna willing to share? God, I was already trembling at the thought that the four of us might return to the birthday party, with Stacy's mother and father completely unaware what I'd just left inside their pre-teen little Beagle babe.

"Does it hurt?" Kayla asked, an obvious question considering the way Annabelle's tight pussy stretched out wide as she sat down on my knot.

My sister just chortled and moaned, tongue lolling at the silly question. Stacy could field that one. "Maybe at first. But then it feels really really good. Anna really made me cum in the school bathroom! But I heard it's even better with a boy."

"It is," the shepherd confirmed, staying flush with my knot but bucking forward and backward now. She couldn't last much longer, and neither could I. "Oh...Paul!" she whined, drawing her two friends closer as the girls looked at our straining genitals more closely. First Stacy, then Kayla got so close up that I could feel their hot breath washing across my knot.

But I dropped my jaw, slamming Annabella down with my paws and bucking upward when Stacy nuzzled my balls, hefting them up with her nose before telling the ignorant little two-legger, "Watch these, Kayla. He's about to put them to good use."

The Greyhound cocked her head, and my sister and I trembling and shuddered together in sudden, yipping ecstasy, never minded the close-up audience. The German Shepherd/Husky mix looked positively giddy showing off for her friends, but I just let my tongue hang out, panting and drooling and shoving my knot against her tight lips as best I could. I couldn't pop inside, not fully grown, but all the better for our entourage, as I finally let loose. My balls clenched up next to me before the loud, wet gush that flooded my sister's stretched out pussy, but without the tie, she kept on hammering her hips up and down, revealing several inches of my shaft. It was only one or two thrusts before the semen splattering her was visible all along my dick, dripping out in wet streaks over my knot and down into my fur.

"What's that!?" Kayla gasped, the weird goo totally unfamiliar.

Stacy was watching intently, having never seen boy cum up close. "That's his cum - here, it's stored here. Feel them!"

Even in my warm, melting bliss, my ears flattened and I said, "Hey, now..."

But Kayla was too obedient and too fast. Her paw was out and gripping me tightly by the balls, even as they churned with each little thrust. I startled, but the little girl wasn't rough with them, and I was too busy to really object. I wrapped my arms around my young sister, and cut off both our moans in a deep kiss that had us both wagging.

I did open one eye just in time for my heart to stop. I know if I were even slightly more functional in the head, I would have put a stop to this immediately, but as it was, I could only marvel at our audience, too horny to object, even as Kayla lifted her wet paw up to look at the cum that had managed to seep onto her. Before I could stop her, the Greyhound took a lick. "Hmm."

Stacy blinked. "How does it taste?"

"Not bad - try it!" Kayla replied, licking her fingers clean.

I broke my kiss and stared at Annabelle in disbelief, but my sister just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Let them - what's the harm?"

I whined, not really having an answer to that question. And so I became perhaps the luckiest thirteen-year-old boy in the world as I fucked one girl, two others lowering and raising their muzzles to our interlocked genitals and starting to lick. I was in disbelief, but the little girls seemed to have no reason not to drink my backwashed cum, their warm, wet tongues only making me harder. My poor cock was aching, and my balls were pushed to their limits.

"Oh!" Annabelle gasped, as her friends' errant tongues slurped up against her gaping grey mound. Gritting her teeth, the well-educated third grader dissolved into a second, full-on orgasm. Her tight, wet spade squeezed around the base of my knot, twin tongues lapping at my knot and I couldn't handle it, wincing and groaning as my dick was completely overworked, my paws locked around Annabelle's slender thighs and eyes rolling in the back of my head, squirting and squirting and squirting until my toes curled and I had a stomach ache.

She took it all like a good girl, load after load splattering up inside her before the sticky fluid dripped back down along my shaft into Stacy and Kayla's mouths. I don't know what I would have done if, as Annabelle lifted herself off of me and rolled over panting onto her back, the girls had turned their tongues to my stiff, quivering cock. Thankfully, their noses instead followed the shepherd. Annabelle's eyes went wide as two, wet tongues found her still quivering pussy. Kayla was on her hands and knees mimicking Stacy, both girls enjoying this new source of fresh, bubbling cum that slowly drained out of my sister's spade.

"Ohhh! Aaah!" Annabelle groaned, spreading her legs and her tail for the two, her body shivering.

I hurt all over, especially my dick, and watching this only hurt more. Gritting my teeth, I sat all the way up against the wall and closed my eyes, panting, trying not to hear the slurps and groans that echoed off the bathroom tile.

I could hardly believe that Annabelle could handle those twin tongue so soon after she came, but I guess what they said about girls was true. I'd always doubted the story Dan Paxton told about Franki Patterson's older sister, Heather. Supposedly, after the sophomore's boyfriend cheated on her, she said she didn't need him to get laid. Well, the argument got heated and turned into a challenge about which one could fuck more different people in twenty-four hours, and according to Dan, the guy put up his best shot, managing to find and sleep with four girls in one day. But Heather just set up in the boy's locker room in one of the stalls after swim practice until the line of boys finally went down, and she got twelve boys in a single hour. She could've had twenty four in two hours, but the swim team all wanted seconds.

Well, if Annabelle were any measure to go on, she was already raring to go, bucking her hips up and down as her friend and the other girl she'd just met today ate her cum-soaked pussy out. "That feels good?" Kayla asked, licking her lips and taking a deep breath.

"God yes," Annabelle panted, her tail wagging. "Especially right - nnnngh! - yeah, right there, Stacy!"

The Beagle had her muzzle buried in muff, curling her tongue up to rub my sister's clit. Apparently Anna had taught Stacy the same lesson as me in how to find her little nub. It didn't take long for Stacy to have the German Shepherd groaning and bucking her hips again, squirting away, even though it had been just minutes since her last orgasm. My dick twitched, but that only exacerbated my stomach-ache. Heather Patterson was a two-legged, curvy, sixteen-year-old Saluki, but I had to wonder how many guys would take Annabelle on if the eight-year-old feral set up in a boy's bathroom? I know I would be first in line, and head right to the back when I was done.

While Stacy licked her lips, Kayla was staring down at Annabelle, and before I knew what was happening, the little girl lowered her pants and undies and stared down at her own little spade, the soft, grey mound tucked in behind the ridge of her pelvic bone. "It doesn't look the same," she said, looking from hers to Annabelle, and even to Stacy, whose pink skirt was hiked up by her firm, wagging tail.

Looking away from the curious girl, I said, "Y-you're too young."

Kayla cocked her head. "We're all eight."

"But they're four-leggers," I tried to explain, before my sister butted in with the measured tone of a teacher-to-be.

"Four-leggers have puberty way earlier than two. So you're just not old enough for _sex_sex," she explained.

"That's not fair! I wanted to try it!" Kayla whined, before pausing and asking, "What's pubitty?"

Stacy said, "You'll learn about it in sixth or seventh grade I think. That's when most girls start to hit it. Don't worry about it till then."

To an eight-year-old, three or four years was an eternity. The devastation on the Greyhound's face was palpable. Annabelle rolled onto her feet and chimed in, "No, she can learn it now. In a few years your body will start to change and you'll look more like, you know, your sister. She's been, you know, getting taller and, um, curvier, right? And she's started wearing heat pads every month?"

Cocking her head, recognition crossed the girl's face. "That's what those are? She's wearing one today. So that means Becca can have sex with Paul!? I wanna see that," she said, turning toward the bathroom door.

"Hey, woah," I said, putting my hand up. In the heat of the moment, consequences be damned, and it was too late to stop Kayla from finding out about us, but now I realized that my fate decided not on just Annabelle's tight lips, but on Stacy and Kayla's as well, and the Greyhound didn't know the first thing about this. "That's not gonna happen, girls. You two shouldn't even be here. This was just supposed to be between me and my sister. Private, you know. I could get in big trouble if people found out what happened, even though it was all just an accident, you know?"

"Did we - did we do something wrong?" Kayla gasped, looking nervously at the other two.

"No," Stacy shook her head.

Annabelle said, "No, but that's not what your sister or parents would think. You see, there's a lot of fear about adults taking advantage of kids who don't know all this stuff. Like if a teacher wanted to have sex with you and you didn't really want it but didn't know you could say 'no'. But that's really just because no one likes to tell kids the truth. But you know about it now, and you can decide for yourself. There's a lot to learn, and I have some books I'd recommend, but the main thing is this: 'your body, your choice'. No one should touch you or make you do anything that you don't want. And if there's something you want to do, that's okay too."

"Except - please don't tell anyone about this, okay?" I asked, ears flat. "It can be our little four-way secret." Ugh...four-way? I groaned at my own accidental pun.

"Okay, Paul," she said. She looked over at Annabelle and said, "Well, if it's my choice - I want to have sex with him."

"No!" I said quickly.

Annabelle said, "Sorry, Kayla. That rule applies to boys too. If he doesn't want it, that's it. Besides, you should probably read up before you make a decision like that. There's a lot about sex you don't know yet."

I exhaled deeply, grateful that my sister had put a stop to that line of thinking. Could I really say no to the eight-year-old Greyhound if she started climbing on top of me? Just thinking about it made my dick swell again, twitching in the open air. I really wish I could just put it away at will, but the damn thing had a mind of its own!

"Alright," Kayla whined, disappointed.

"But I know!" Stacy exclaimed, licking her lips and walking over to me. She was still in her little pink dress that didn't really do anything to complement her fur colors, but still ended up pretty cute. She was just as young as Kayla, and only a little bit less naive, but I knew in my head and in my gut that the short, twenty-pound beagle was fully grown in body, and that made all the difference. I bit my lip as Stacy approached with wagging, brown-tipped tail, my half-flaccid cock still displayed for everyone to see. "And I wanna try it, Paul - ever since Annabelle told me about the two of you."

"D-don't we need to get back to the party sometime?" I panted.

Stacy said, "It's my party, and I wanna be here with you. Well? Whattaya say? Will you fuck me?" With that, the Beagle I'd been fantasizing about for almost the same amount of time turned around and lifted her tail, gazing over her shoulder at me. Her pink skirt with white frills hiked up neatly, revealing her bare rump. White, black, and brown fur coalesced in splotched around her surprisingly fat spade, pink flesh sticking out and bouncing. I'd thought the small dog would be too tight, but she was already wet and pretty puffy.

Annabelle said, "Wait, Stacy - you're not in heat, are you?"

The Beagle paused. "No, not yet."

Annabelle looked a little skeptical and so was I, but Kayla chimed in, "What's that?"

"A boy can get a girl pregnant with that stuff - cum - from earlier," Annabelle explained.

Kayla gasped, putting a paw to her mouth, where she'd guzzled so much before. She stared down at her belly and said, "Oh no!"

Stacy interrupted, "But only if you're in heat, and not if you just eat it. That's kind of what puberty does - remember Miley's heat pads? I'm not though - or my mom would've put me in a diaper, right?"

Anna nodded slowly and looked up at me. "Well, what do you think, brother?" Stacy grinned back at me and waggled her whole butt, tail going a mile a minute.

It took all my willpower to take a deep breath and say, "I think it is a very bad idea."

Stacy whined. "But it's my_birthday_!" She took a step backwards, just a foot away from my twitching tip.

"D-did I mention how much trouble I could get in?" I gasped.

The Beagle whined. "No one's gonna tell." She took another step back and I started drooling as she pressed her slick spade directly up against my shaft, our genitals touching. Now I was growing, and fast.

My paws were shaking but I held them at my side, watching the way Stacy's pussy parted ever so slightly against the middle of my prick, her moisture joining with mine to form a sheen between our loins. "Y-you're too young," I protested.

At this, Anna scoffed, and Stacy said, "I'm older than your sister - I'm nine tomorrow morning at 9:52 AM!" She took another step back, her hind legs climbing onto my belly. Precum smeared along her white belly fur as she backed that ass up to just a foot or two from my face.

Helpless, I glanced over at my sister, to find her cocking her head at me. I didn't sense the same jealousy I'd seen over Candy. Annabelle had talked me up to Stacy and she wanted to share. Still, I gave her an out, stammering, "Well?"

Kayla, staring from a few feet away, yipped, "Do her!" curiously.

Annabelle shook her head, laughing. "Don't look at me, Paul. She made her choice with her body. What's yours?"

Stacy crawled all the way back, those sweet, wet, pink petals thrust right in my face. As if that weren't enough, she was now face to face with my cock, and she could see the delicious drop growing at my swollen tip. With a slurp, she gulped it up.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed Stacy by the hips with both hands, lifted her up, and said, "Happy birthday." With that, I buried my tongue in her bouncing, beaded Beagle bits.

Stacy groaned, her hindquarters like putty in my paws. She was delicious, and I really mean that. I'd grown accustomed to the musky flavor of my half-sister, and while at first I'd been a little put off, now I associated her scent, her taste, with her, and that made me want to slurp Annabelle basically at all times. Until now, I could only imagine what Stacy was like. She was different in her own different way, and I groaned as I plunged my tongue into her tight little pussy, truly relishing the Beagle's unique aroma. I could hardly believe this was happening - I shouldn't be locking lips with Stacy while Annabelle and Kayla looked on. Just outside the bathroom, Candy and Carly and Becca were all better matches, at least on paper. Miley was the same age as me, and two-legged to boot! But I only wanted to be here, slurping my sister's third grade girlfriend with her enthusiastic blessing.

Maybe Anna'd talked to Stacy about what to do with her mouth, or maybe she was taking her own initiative, but I gasped in surprise as the young Beagle took my dripping tip into her impossibly tight muzzle. There was no _way_the little bitch could swallow all of me, but that didn't make the sweet suction of her tongue around my tip any less awesome. I lapped harder at her clenching cunny, slamming my tongue against every crevasse. Anna had taught me to curl the base of my tongue up to kiss her little nub inside her, and that worked just as well for Stacy, who was already whimpering and bucking her hips.

Kayla was still standing in front of us, her shorts down around her ankles. The little girl was panting as she watched the two of us, though I admit I was a bit distracted! But when she asked, "That must feel really good, huh? Do you...do you think I would like it, too?" The Greyhound held her tail nervously between her legs, but the thin wagger couldn't hide her underage little spade.

Annabelle hopped up, not even resentful at missing the show, and walked over to the other elementary school girl and said, "There's only one way to find out!"

Confused and surprised when the German Shepherd/Husky mix padded right up to her, she opened her eyes wide and said, "Oh. Oh!"

Like a good girl, Annabelle paused, licking her lips, and said, "If you want to try it."

Kayla shivered, took a deep breath and said, "Yes." As timid as you can imagine, she pulled her tail away, and held her paws to her side, pushing her hips ever so gently toward the four-legger's muzzle.

Poking my eyes over Stacy's rump, I groaned at the new view, my sister's curled tail raised over her rump to reveal her glistening pussy - licked clean of any outward evidence of our recent mating. Slowly, lovingly, the young feral licked up against Kayla's immature spade, making the girl gasp and giggle. But Kayla stayed put, closing her eyes and biting her lip as the licks came quicker and more forcefully.

"Well? How does it feel?" Stacy asked, licking her lips.

The Greyhound girl was stuttering, whimpering as she replied, "It feels...okay. Really...smooth. I like it..."

I don't know if I was trying to show my sister up, but I buried my tongue so deep into Stacy that my nose pushed into her stretching spade, and Stacy yelped, holding her tail to the side and moaning. The Beagle pushed back against my tongue, bucking her hips, so lost in the sensation that my dick was left unattended.

"Oh..." Kayla said, realizing that she wasn't feeling anything quite like that. Disappointed, she said, "Maybe it's not working."

Annabelle growled and redoubled her efforts, pushing harder and spreading the little, grey spade wider. She curled the tip of her tongue and began to grind it up inside the girl's hood. Her clitoris might be small, but Annabelle would find it! And so she seemed to as Kayla yipped, and reflexively grabbed the shepherd by the ears. "Oh!" Kayla gasped.

And so my sister and I went all out. She had the same competitive streak I did, apparently. While I worked Stacy over, Annabelle was guzzling Greyhound, the only sounds in the bathroom the back and forth contest between Stacy and Kayla's high-pitched squeals. I was pretty sure I was winning, but then Kayla's knees started to shake, and the slender, grey-furred girl sank onto her butt on the tile floor, her muzzle lips making an 'o' shape. Annabelle didn't hesitate to nuzzle her way between the prepubescent girl's legs, spreading them apart to continue lapping. Kayla was clearly out of it, whining with her eyes closed as she felt sensations she'd never even thought to imagine. "Th-that feels..." she groaned, losing her words.

But Stacy was yipping and humping, her mature folds quivering around my tongue. I could taste her arousal sliding across my tongue and down my throat as I slurped the sexy schoolgirl, but when the Beagle yelped, "N-now, Paul! I'm r-ready!" I pulled my tongue out and licked my lips. All four legs weak, the little feral climbed off my chest, spread her back legs apart and curled her tail to the side like a bitch in heat, grinning over her shoulder at the boy almost five years her senior. Looking at her fat spade, she might have even been in heat, except I could tell from her taste that she wasn't. At least not at this moment, so that chances that I'd be delivering her a second, belated birthday present were pretty low. My balls ached at the thought though, imagining her white belly bloated out and full of little husky mutts. Perhaps it wasn't so bad that I'd neglected to bring any condoms...

"You're sure about this?" I asked, even as I climbed up behind the chubby puppy, my cock lining up with her triangular mound. Looking down, I saw that in the several minutes that Stacy had been too distracted to blow me, my knot had swelled down a bit, and I wondered if I could even possibly knot the twenty-pound dog.

"Please, Paul!" she whined. "I want it all!"

I bit my lip, staring down at my bare, tapered tip where it brushed up against her quivering, bouncing vulva. First Candy, then Annabelle, and now Stacy. In just a couple of weeks I'd gone from second-rate drug dealer to first-rate player, even if most of my dates were still in daycare. I glanced over at Annabelle, where Kayla was moaning even louder, sliding all the way onto her back with the German Shepherd powering through her immature spade. The Greyhound had my sister's head in her paws and was now pushing Annabelle away. "I-it hurts..." she whined, even as she thwapped her hips up and down against the floor, humping away. "Anna...stop!"

Pulling her tongue free, Anna said, "That's just your orgasm, Kayla. It feels weird, but don't fight it! It's amazing!" She lowered her muzzle once again, and might have ignored the girl's wishes if she hadn't reiterated them.

"I-I'm not ready," Kayla whined, panting loudly, her wet pussy quivering.

Annabelle sighed, licking her lips. Then, as if just remembering my existence, she said excitedly, "Well, we can watch Paul and Stacy!"

"Yeah!" Kayla groaned, slowly sitting up. She wrapped an arm around Annabelle, steadying herself as the two girls stared at me.

"Here goes nothing," I said, putting my paws on Stacy's hips to hold her steady. She dropped her jaw, moaning even before I brushed my cock up against her sopping spade. She was so slick, I barely had to do any work as I slowly guided my dick in between her folds. "Nnngh..."

Annabelle grinned, "You don't have to go easy on her, I already popped her cherry!"

Stacy nodded back at me, eagerly. "Don't hold back!"

I might have held back anyway, except the Beagle took this opportunity to whine and push backward, spearing_herself_ on my throbbing cock. She was positively soaked, so my wet dick burrowed all the way in her. Her puffy pussy spread even wider that I thought, engulfing me like a glove all the way to the wrist, her triangle bulging out like a sphere around the very base of my shaft. I yelped, my knot growing fast, just inside her lips.

With my knees stabilizing me on either side of the eight-year-old girl, I poked and prodded my way back and forth, every inch of wet tension eliciting another high-and-low pair of moans from the two of us. Annabelle watched with rapt attention, grinning as I basically cheated on her. But it wasn't cheating - she was into it as much as I was! Stacy groaned, "Oh my God, you're right! It's completely different! So...hot..."

Gritting my teeth, I fucked her like an animal, leaning over her. It was a little awkward with how short she was, but I just lifted her up with both paws and bucked upward, making the Beagle squeal. Enthralled, Annabelle stood up on all fours, glancing back at Kayla next to her. Lifting her tail, she begged the Greyhound, "Please?" and wriggled her rump.

Kayla had certainly enjoyed eating Anna out before, but now she paused and said, "But I wanna watch."

"Then, can you use your fingers?"

"Okay." Kayla reached up with her right paw to test my younger sister's pussy, before poking into her. When Annabelle flattened her ears and moaned into the air, that seemed to encourage the young girl.

"Aw, yessss," whined the German Shepherd, returning her gaze to the lewd scene before her.

I noticed that Kayla, two fingers deep in my sis, had slid her left paw to her own pussy, experimentally testing herself out with one finger. She dropped her jaw and pushed a second in, panting.

Meanwhile, I was growing quickly. Buried all the way in, my huge, husky knot was swelling up more and more. I knew that at my full size, Stacy would be at her limits. But she said she wanted it all and that's what she was going to get. I pumped hard, making the little girl howl and groan, her front paws scraping the bathroom floor. "Oh, Annabelle, he's tying me!"

Grunting, Annabelle pushed back against Kayla's helping hand, and replied, "Don't tell me - tell him."

"Knot me, Paul! Make me your bitch!" Stacy complied.

The angle just seemed too awkward, and I was missing something, kneeling behind the short little Beagle. Grunting, I grabbed Stacy's hind legs and started to twist her around. Floppy ears pinned back, Stacy yelped as I turned her around my knot until she was laying mostly on her back. Now we could _both_see plain as day the way my bulbus glandis stretched her fat little pussy into two, throbbing spheres, every vein visible on her bulging spade. Only her shoulder blades touched the floor, the rest of her propped up in my lap, hind legs dangling in the air.

Stacy whimpered and begged and gasped, "I'm gonna...I'm gonna...!"

Leaning over top of the eight-year-old Beagle, I could only barely reach the short-statured girl's muzzle, but I did. Buried deep in her cunt, my lips met hers, and I muffled her orgasmic squeals with a deep, sensual kiss that left Stacy shuddering and clenching around my cock, her tongue twisting next to mine even as she started milking me of all I was worth.

My balls pulsed, and I gave her what was still left after the plastering I'd given Annabelle, but there was amazingly plenty to go around. Squirt after squirt splattered her bare pussy, and though I knew she wasn't in heat, I didn't know if her heat was coming soon enough. In the moment, I hoped it was, and imagined that my thick spurts would penetrate deep into her and take root, filling her bloated Beagle belly with a half-dozen husky pups. I kissed her, slamming deep, imagining how her life would change as she tried to attend elementary school, swollen with evidence of her sexually liberated lifestyle dangling down for everyone to see. Proof to all the other third and fourth graders that they were all ready and able to become mothers if they just sought out the right boy. And she would tell them who. Me.

Kayla was too inexperienced to work my sister up with just her fingers, but watching me and touching herself, the little Greyhound found herself moaning and pushing back against her digits. Annabelle said, "Curl them upward," helpfully, and Kayla did, the tips of her fingers thrumming up against her clit. I'd always assumed a girl needed to have had her period to cum, but that didn't seem true. Now, slowly and carefully, Kayla edged closer and closer to setting herself off. When her whimpers turned to whines and she looked to Anna for reassurance, my sister said, "Keep going - you're almost there!"

Biting her lip, the Greyhound fingerbanged herself even harder, her jaw dropping as it happened all at once. Her tail flicked to the side, her belly and hindquarters clenching. She rolled onto her back, unable to stay seated as her hips exploded in bucking ecstasy, her underage snatch shuddering around her dripping fingers. She was staring, eyes half-lidded, at my fat tie, and I knew she was imagining me on her. God...the temptation in this bathroom was burning into my rapidly beating heart. If the little girl could cum, who was I to refuse her just because of what society would say? There were too cum-blasted feral bellies in this very room that showed what I thought about 'society'. I kissed Stacy harder, my imagination switching from her impending pregnancy to pinning Kayla up against a wall and lowering her onto my dick, wondering how many times I could fuck her before I had to even worry about condoms. Years.

That searing lust faded alongside my orgasm. Soon I was panting and drooling onto the little Beagle, messing up her dress, still squirting into her little tunnel. But my fantasies dulled, and I knew that I wasn't going to risk hurting the little girl just because she would probably let me try. Sure, Stacy was physically much smaller than the two-legged Greyhound, but her pussy was easily twice the size of the immature girl. Besides, I was so drained, I couldn't get it up if I tried.

No, now I had to do my best to get all three girls cleaned up and smelling of soap, so that we could head back to the party with no one being any wiser.

Just as soon as I could pull out of Stacy's tight, bulging, eight-year-old cunny.