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Ahh, independence! I'm on my own now… Elizabeth thought to herself, standing at the gate and watching the car become smaller and smaller until it went around a bend and disappeared altogether. Well kind of. Sort of. Not really… she amended, looking down to where her 'roomies' for the summer were seated on the lawn, seeing their master and mistress off. A dog watching their owner drive off is usually a distressing sight as the loyal animal barks, whines and howls at being left behind, as someone nearby does their best to console the stricken canine.

The fact that the four dogs beside her weren't doing anything like that didn't mean they didn't love the elderly couple setting off on a lengthy summer vacation. After all, they all came to see them off, and even now each canine had one paw in the air, lifting and lowering it as they waved their humans away. One might think they were just flawlessly trained, but the sentiment was genuine. They would miss Elizabeth's aunt and uncle, but the tails wagging behind them made it clear they weren't distraught at the idea of spending a summer with their niece.

“All right fellas, looks like it's just the five of us for a few months. And it's not our first time either, so don't pretend you don't know the drill…" she said, addressing the four sitting canines. “Yes, you are bigger than I am. Yes, you do outnumber me. And yes you are too smart for your own good. But in this house I am the sole representative of humanity, your benevolent overlords!" she exclaimed with a hand held against her budding young chest. A dog's eyes didn't normally show any whites, so a canine eye-roll was a hard thing to spot, unless you happen to be watching for it. “Look, I'm serious guys! No more messing around with me. I'm a grown up now!" she said proudly, only for her proclamation to be met with four quizzically tilted heads. “It's an age thing, not a size thing!" she tossed back.

Standing at a mere four feet and ten inches, Liz had always been sensitive about her height, even though she was confident in her looks. Running track had always kept her diminutive body trim and fit, and the B-cup breasts puberty had left her with looked quite eye-catching on such a small frame. Combined with her pale skin, glacial-blue eyes and naturally platinum-blonde hair it gave her an exotic look, and her friends often remarked it was only the lack of a set of pointy ears and wings that kept her from being taken for a pixie.

“And I'm not only a human, but also a girl! So you need to be both respectful and gentle. That means no getting soaked, surrounding me and shaking yourself dry. It was barely funny the first time you pulled that stunt…" she reprimanded. Contrary to what one might see in cartoons, dogs can't snigger, but she did catch the tails wagging as they remembered one of their favorite pranks. “Don't let the fact you were named after gods go to your heads…"

And if you didn't know them well enough, all four males looked impressive enough to deserve such lofty monikers. Apollo was the youngest of the four at nine years old and it showed in the malamute's behavior – he was friendly but also with an endless excess of energy. Odin (a fitting name for a Great Dane, Liz always thought) was the eldest at fifteen years and also affectionate but more sensible than the other northern breed.

And she had two more 'Greeks' in the bunch- twelve year old Doberman pinscher called Zeus who could be quite assertive at times and was a smart-ass all of the time, and Atlas, an Irish wolfhound one year his senior. In Elizabeth's opinion, he was the most menacing of the four, since his stature, muscular build and shaggy coat made him look like something from a bygone era. You could just imagine him as the fierce and faithful hound of some claymore-wielding, woad painted warrior, and she remembered reading somewhere that his breed is the reason there are no more wolves in Ireland. But as fierce as he may seem he was as loyal as the other three, and Liz knew she'd never have a reason to be afraid of the big lug.

Most people would be shocked to hear how old the dogs were because neither of them looked older than three or four. But then again, they could be mistaken for the old model, so to speak. Each of the canines Liz would be sharing a house with for the summer were technically a new species, although genetically engineered from existing canine stock. They were projected to have an approximately six-decade lifespan, although the oldest specimen was still in his twenties (and still very much in his prime). And then there was the question of what lay hidden behind those puppy-dog eyes.

The intelligence of the new canines was greatly enhanced, and even though they were still incapable of speech (well, humans speech anyway), they could understand pretty much anything they were told, some of them in several languages. Many have wondered just how deep this intellect went. The official reasoning was they weren't really sentient, at least not to a human degree, because they have shown no desire to communicate further than a 'yes' or 'no' expressed with either a nod or a bark, nor do they seem to mind the role of a pet, something that would surely rankle a self-aware intellect. Liz had her own theory – that the canines had observed humans, saw them struggle with stress, anxiety, depression and responsibilities and made a conscious and intelligent decision to stay dog.

“Leave off Alex, I'm not in the mood!" Elizabeth groaned, trying to extricate herself from her boyfriend's embrace.

And to avoid his breath! He'd dragged himself in at around four in the morning (on a weekday, of all things!) which she was sadly expecting, but she was also figuring he'd just pass out, hopefully on the couch. Then all she'd have to deal with would be him being hung over the next day, hopefully clearing up at least a little by the time his shift started. But despite the fact she wanted nothing more than to just go back to bed and her interrupted sleep, the young man groping her drunkenly had other ideas.

“C'mon, looshen up a li'l…" he mumbled, kissing her neck and either missing or ignoring the fact that she was trying to wriggle free from him. “Gotta let off a little steam before y' go to college… so waddaya say we get steamy?"

“Alex, listen to yourself – you're so drunk you're slurring your words! You've got work tomorrow, you should be getting what little sleep you can…" she said, losing her patience with the amorous teen but getting no further in her attempts to untangle herself.

Well, she was getting nowhere with Alex in more ways than one. Their relationship had gone a bit cold during the last few months of school, because Elizabeth didn't want to let her grades slump just before graduation. Alex, who was intent on taking a gap year, accused her of avoiding him and they'd kind of left it at that. With her obligations over she was thrilled at the thought of re-kindling their relationship over the summer months. She figured she might talk Alex into moving to the Twin Cities with her. Maybe they'd even get a little place together - he could work while she studies and maybe get serious and enroll next year…

Unfortunately Alex didn't seem to have any intent to get serious about his life after school, or their relationship. It had been nine days since her aunt and uncle left and instead of spending time with her in the house they had to themselves, he kept trying to drag her to obnoxious parties with him, going on his own when he failed to do so. The affairs were all loud music and underage drinking whereas Liz had hoped for a bit of intimacy and romance now that they had a little love-nest all of their own. But so far Alex had been content to just go out, get wasted, pass out and let her help him nurse his hangover the next day.

Now he wasn't taking no for an answer and Liz found herself getting more and more upset as his hands roamed and groped lower and lower. She still found Alex very much attractive, and if he'd consented to spend the evening with her she would have been thrilled to let him touch her all over as she did the same. But a night of romance and passion was one thing, and getting felt up by a drunk was another, and Liz was running out of patience and tact.

“I said no!" she shouted, going so far as to slam a tiny fist against his shoulder. Alex either didn't feel it or didn't care.

“Ahh, your mouth says no, but your lips…" Alex crooned drunkenly, his hand sliding along Elizabeth's rump until he suddenly pulled the hem of her nightgown and stuck his fingers between her legs.

“G-get OFF!" she screamed, trying to break free from his grip as her boyfriend callously tried to shove his fingers past her dry folds. She was actually scared now, aware that Alex was much bigger than she was and that her aunt and uncle's house was a bit out of the way, where no one would hear her scream. The notion had her so terrified that she'd forgotten that there were several pairs of keen ears in range, albeit not human ones. She only remembered when the violent slam of a door hitting a wall rang out in the silent house, followed quite soon by the sound of scrabbling paws.

“Easy there boys, it's just me…" Alex said, releasing Liz and trying to calm the four visibly irate canines. Drunk as he was, he was no doubt convinced that they'd mistaken him for an intruder. He failed to note that his “it's just me" line did little to make the dogs' heckles settle.

Once his grip on her loosened, Elizabeth took a few steps away, with Apollo and Odin flanking her and keeping their eyes on the drunk teen who still didn't seem to have a clue to just what kind of danger he was in. Not from the Dane and Malamute though. But Zeus and Atlas weren't content to stand guard by their temporary mistress' side, padding slowly around Alex with no warning apart from low growls.

He was still trying to talk them down as if they were common dogs, blind to what was obvious to Liz and no doubt figuring that the growls meant they were only slightly upset or wary. She knew better. She knew that dogs only really barked when they were scared and trying to bluff and intimidate their way out. All bark and no bite. But the dogs advancing slowly towards the drunk teen were no longer even growling, obviously figuring the boy had been given fair warning.

“Wha.. what are you… Liz, call them off will ya?" he said, some part of his brain un-marinating enough to register a clear and present danger as one dog took position on either side of him. Elizabeth was stock still, having gone from being afraid of Alex to being afraid by what might happen to him. Nor was she sure the two huge dogs would listen. The teen was starting to panic now, since it was getting harder to keep the two powerful canines in his field of vision. He was forced to dart his head from left to right and some little voice inside his head finally told him that when he could no longer do that and he had one of the dogs in front of him and the other behind, it would be over for him.

“F-fuck this!" he said as even Dutch courage failed him at the prospect of trying to fend of the two stalking canines. He ran as if he expected the dogs to chase after him, a mad dash interrupted by the slam of the front door before Liz picked up the sounds of his feet beating against the pavement as he ran for his life. Neither Zeus nor Atlas had made so much as a move to chase him, and when they turned around to look at her they looked nothing like the two deadly stalkers that had sent her drunk boyfriend running for his life. Liz realized she'd been holding her breath for who knew how long, exhaling only at the sight of the two canines padding up to her with their ears perked up and their heads held low, a posture meant to make them seem as unintimidating as possible.

Liz's dreams had taken a strange turn as she lay curled on the plush carpet. It was hardly surprising that she was dreaming of Alex after what had transpired just before she closed her eyes, but her slumbering mind had conjured up the image of her boyfriend as she'd imagined he'd be. And they were doing the sort of stuff she was sure they'd be doing with a house all to themselves, smart canines notwithstanding. As a consequence her sleep was not exactly restful, even though she was surprisingly comfy curled up on the thick rug.

Even though the early summer was still a bit chilly, the days were long and the mornings came soon, so despite the fact that she was woken by bright sunlight shining full-on in her face, Liz knew it would still be early morning. But as memories bitter memories of last night chased away the sublime dreams she knew that she might as well get up. The dogs who'd saved her had already done so, all but for the fluffy malamute serving dutifully as her pillow. The teen couldn't help but smile and rub her face against the big chest of the monochromatic canine sprawled out with his back to her, his tail wagging in response to her nuzzling.

“Aww, you softie… couldn't bear to leave a girl without a pillow, huh?" she asked, twisting around and wrapping her arms around the murring dog's strong neck. Apollo for his part just leaned back and savored a hug that conveyed not just the usual affection Liz had for the four canines, but also a profound gratitude for the way they'd rushed to her defense last night. “My big, brave cuddl…" she murmured, but stopped mid-praise as her bleary eyes caught a flash of rosy red in the white fur covering Apollo's underside.

It wasn't that she was a stranger to the sight of a boy dog, or to be precise the boy bits of one. In the biting Minnesota winters Zeus and Odin wore coats outside but even that bit of canine clothing didn't do much for modesty. And being stud dogs they really didn't have anything to be modest about. But in spite of all that, the four dogs were in their own ways perfect gentlemen, and wouldn't have dreamed of exposing themselves in front of an impressionable girl. The problem was that the girl in question hadn't always been a lady.

Her aunt and uncle would always keep her away whenever a 'lady friend' would come calling on one of the four, not just because it wasn't the sort of thing a nice young girl should be watching but also because these were sentient creatures, and could be trusted to take care of private things in private. But a young Liz had been curious about what exactly went on in the special room the four doggies shared and had peeked in on a few occasions.

It was those memories that came rushing to the surface, awakened by the sight of three or four inches of malamute peeking out of a fat white sheath, a few beads of moisture visible on the tapered tip. The dream she'd had about Alex had been… well, dreamy, and had ended quite abruptly, leaving her in the sort of frame of mind that fixated quite easily on the sight of an aroused male. And a quick touch against the damp fabric between her legs made it clear who was to blame for the usually sensible dog's lascivious display.

“Sorry about that…" she said, releasing the malamute and crawling around him so that she could be face to muzzle with him. “You're only human… well canine… but either way it can't be easy to keep your cool when you have a horny bitch snoozing next to you." She mused, and in reply Apollo lifted his muzzle and flicked the tip of his tongue a few times, the canine equivalent of a human pursing their lips. Figuring a kiss was the least she owed him after last night, Liz puckered up and brought her lips to his. It was really just flick of his tongue, a peck on the lips that she'd gotten from the sentient canines plenty of times and that had always just been a cute token of affection. But this time 'round Liz could feel color rising to her pale cheeks.

If a regular dog had really been exited by the sight or scent of her, Liz knew he'd be frantic at this point, frantically jumping and humping whatever he could. But the reclining malamute was anything but a regular dog, and he was playing it quite cool, looking the blushing teen in the eyes as only a loving, loyal canine could. And all the while his red shaft remained half-exposed, tempting Liz to be the first one to look somewhere she shouldn't.

At the moment, the girl felt genuinely responsible for the state the malamute was in. She hadn't really gotten a full night's sleep and her dreams had been restless to say the least, so she supposed she could be forgiven for momentarily forgetting that even though doggies lacked hands to use to relieve themselves, their muzzles could easily reach the bits that needed attention. She was aware of her heart beating a little faster as she let her eyes slide down the strong, sleek body, fixating finally on the flash of red on the sea of impeccable white fluff.

Before she knew it her hand came into view, moving as if on its own until her fingers were brushing the slick surface of the puppy-pecker. She gasped at the sensation of heat coming off the red rod even before the tips of her fingers settled on the smooth, glistening surface. She could see muscles in the dog's abdomen tense, pushing a little more out as Apollo gave a subtle but eager murr. It was enough to make her look back at his face, and she couldn't help but grin at the stud dog's expression. What chance did a girl even have against a handsome beast that also happened to have such big brown puppy-dog eyes?

The silence felt a little awkward but Liz couldn't think of anything to say as her fingers gently wrapped themselves around the exposed part of Apollo's cock. It wasn't just warm – the steely red flesh felt hot in her grasp, throbbing gently as she began to stroke it. Her smile got a little wider as the malamute let out a high-pitched whine, the eager kind most dogs would make when someone dangled a leash in front of them. Liz was fairly sure that when a long time went by without a bitch in heat coming over the studs took care of themselves, but then again she was sure that a sensation of a small, soft hand wrapping itself around their shafts was a novel sensation.

“Aren't you grossed out by this? Getting touched like this by a human?" she teased as her hand moved up and down, sliding the sheath back and exposing more and more of the stud-dog's rosy length. Her answer came in the form of another whine and the wagging of Apollo's big bushy tail. She figured that she should be grossed out by touching a dog's privates, but Liz felt nothing of the kind. She supposed that it was a bit of a pervy thrill that had her chewing her lip as she played with an entirely new kind of male, but there was something deeper than that.

She'd always loved the four doggies, and even more so after last-nights rescue. In her panic she'd completely forgotten to call out to them, yet all four had come rushing to her aid when they heard she was in distress. And the one even now basking in her grasp had been so thoughtful that he'd stayed with her until she woke. That sort of behavior was enough to make a girl affectionate, but seeing the study malamute aroused just by being close to her had stirred something else.

Apollo was now squirting enough that she could smell the masculine scent. She'd always liked the way her aunt and uncles dogs smelled, which might have had something to do with the fact that that the four canines were dandies and could even shower by themselves (although shampooing was still the work for human hands). But Liz wasn't just liking the way the malamute smelled, and she was surprised to find herself leaning a little closer, nostrils flaring as she tried not to sniff. It smelled sharp and wet in a way she couldn't explain, but that was enough to fan the flames of her curiosity.

Pushing her long pale hair behind one ear, she laid herself down with her face near the reclining dog's crotch, her hand on the fat sheath where she could feel the hard knot swelling as she brought her lips to the leaky red tip. It wasn't her first time doing this, but as she took the red length into her mouth there was that electric 'first-time' feeling to the act. No, better than the first time… she corrected herself.

Apollo was in no way pressuring her into blowing him like Alex had, nor was he trying to hump her the way a normal dog would. The black-and-white male had just made his interest in her very clear and was letting her do this at her own pace. And she was doing it! The thought sprung up in the girl's mind, the idea that this was wrong and that she should stop it before things went too far. Unfortunately all the notion accomplished was to ignite her imagination of just what 'going too far' with the hunky malamute would look like.

Liz had been stroking the male's white sheath as she suckled his tip, and her next stroke was enough to pull the fluffy cover off the slim knot that she knew was the big difference between boys and dogs. Right now the bulge looked kinda cute, but during her voyeuristic endeavors she'd seen what it does. More to the point she'd seen what the 'cute' bulge looked like when it slipped out of a freshly bred (and satisfied) bitch. And that was after it shrunk!

But the canine girls seemed to like it, enough to make an impressionable teen wonder how it would feel like to have something like that balloon up inside her, forcing her to wrap around her male so firmly that they were stuck until he was done breeding her. Not that Apollo could breed her, but the thought was enough to make her reach out and fondle the plump canine sack. The two plump testes felt thrillingly hard and heavy as she cupped the malamute's family jewels, making her imagine just how much they could pump out.

Her musings were interrupted when she felt warm puffs of air just below her belly button, just before a nimble muzzle began to push and tug until it managed to slip under the waistband of her panties. She was soaked down there so even though it had felt hot a second ago the huffs and sniffs of the amorous malamute felt cool against the steamy mess her young slit had made of her undies. And when she felt a tongue slide from just under the sparse pale hairs above her mound and over her clit, she guesses she smelled as good to Apollo as he had to her.

Ooohoooomygosh! And I didn't even have to ask! she thought to herself as the longest, broadest, silkiest tongue a girl could ever wish for began to lap at her sex. There was enough of a gap between Liz's thighs to let the malamute's nimble appendage slide across her blushing folds, but she still lifted one leg a little to let the curious canine do whatever he wanted with her. Each lick made the pale teen moan around the inches of hard canine meat her lips were wrapped around, and it became clear to Liz that she wanted this. She found herself not only willing but desperately eager to offer herself to this four-legged stud in every way a female could, and that the only thing that could stop this from going any further would be if Apollo somehow lost interest. And considering that his tongue was now pushing into her steamy sex, it didn't seem likely.

Apollo gave every indication that he'd be happy just eating her out while she got busy with his puppy-pecker, but something had clicked in Liz's brain and she knew that it wouldn't be enough for her. She didn't really know what she was doing or why when she took her lips off the red length, wriggling away from the muzzle buried in her undies. The waifish teen slipped off her t-shirt and practically peeled off her panties before getting on all fours in front of the curious malamute. She glanced behind her and wasn't surprised to see Apollo on his paws, his ears perked and his rosy rod bobbing between his hind-legs as he inspected an entirely new kind of bitch.

Liz expected to feel him jump on her any second, but the dog seemed to have more self-control than she did. She felt his breath on her slick sex, the bare folds quivering as that amazing tongue was pressed against them. Liz let out something that was curiously close to a whine to her ears at the sensation of the broad, silky-smooth appendage running from her clit, over her plump young labia, and even grazing the little pink bud between her perky cheeks. Her back arched on reflex, pushing her rear out and putting her on display for the experienced stud.

She got a few more licks and was wondering if Apollo wanted to make her beg when she felt his head settle on her lower back. The sensation lasted for only a second before the canine nimbly reared up, mounting her in a practiced maneuver that left her carrying his fluffy body on her back as thin streams of his pre hit the backs of her thighs. Looking down past her perky breasts and the rock-hard nipples pointing at the ground, she saw the malamute shuffle closer. Liz reached back with a shaky hand and once her fingertips were cradling the tip of the dog's bone she lifted it until she felt the tapered end slip between her folds.

It went in like a hot knife through butter, leaving the girl breathless at the ease with which her body had taken the hard, slick length, even though Apollo was stretching her in a way Alex never had. She had imagined that he'd pushed the whole thing into her, but it was only when she heard him shuffle closer that she realized there was more to come.

She felt her heart skip a beat when the fur covering his hind-legs tickled the backs of her thighs, knowing that she was now about to get what those bitches she'd spied on had gotten. But anatomy aside, it was hard of her to feel like she was having sex with an animal. Apollo was holding still inside her even thigh she was sure the sensation of a tight, slippery young cunny clenching around him was urging him to breed. His forepaws were wrapped around her waist so perfectly that she could feel his paw-pads on her slim hips, but he was being careful not to let his claws do more than gently poke the sensitive skin. And just to settle the sentience argument, she felt him use his muzzle to move her long pale mane to the side so that he could gently lick the back of her neck, an affectionate gesture that Liz savored more than she'd expected to.

It was strange that the supposed 'animal' in this situation remembered to behave like a caring lover, whereas all Liz could think about was the hard, warm shaft stuck half-way between her splayed folds. She could feel the mess it was making inside her (or was it hers?), the fact that it felt hot within her quivering body her rather than just warm, and the still slim knot pressed up between her labia. She felt full now, deliciously so, but she knew that things down there could stretch, and if it was at all anatomically possible, she knew she wanted to feel Apollo tie with her. She knew he could understand anything she told him, but she was speechless. She gave her hips a little wriggle and pushed back just a little against her canine lover, which seemed to be a good enough signal to the studly malamute. It was enough to get the dog moving, his hips sliding back and pulling several hard inches from the teen's steamy sex before he reversed direction, humping into her in a gentle but rapid rhythm.

"Ahhh-pollo! S-slower... please..." Liz squeaked. The shaft had felt huge inside her when he'd been standing still, but as it began to piston past her straining folds it felt just a little too intense. For the span of a second she wondered if she'd bitten off more than she could chew - a silly, horny girl offering herself up to a stud who's shaft was way bigger than anything she'd ever taken, and not yet done growing!

But all it took was a second or two for Apollo to change his rhythm. The Malamute would take more time sliding out, and when he pushed back in it was slow and gentle even though he made sure to go as deep as he could inside his strange new bitch. Liz tried to say something like 'Good boy!', and even though what came out of her mouth was completely unintelligible, those keen canine ears seemed to get the gist from the tone alone.

The sensation of the steely doggy-dick pushing into her at first felt like the very limit of what her body could take, but her sex seemed to be adjusting to the unconventional intruder. At first it had felt like too much to take, then just enough, and as a few minutes rolled by Liz felt like she could take a little bit more. But then again there was more than a little bit left to take.

The knot felt obscenely hot as it pressed against her slit every time Apollo buried his bone in her. Her folds now had little trouble wrapping around it, and she could feel herself stretching more and more as the bulb got a little closer to slipping into her dripping tunnel every time the dog pushed himself in.

"Do it Apollo... Nghhh-want it. All of it!" she groaned.

She felt her lover shift slightly, the furry legs pressing a little closer to hers just before the humping resumed. He was still being gentle, at least more so than he'd need to be with an actual bitch, but there was really no way to do what she wanted him to do nice and easy. He was barely pulling out now, the thick red shaft making squelching noises as the malamute worked to slip his swelling knot in. Looking down Liz could see her perky tits shaking as she was humped, catching a glimpse of the red mass trying to force its way into her as well as the heavy sack swinging between the malamute's haunches.

It hurt a little but it was a toe-curling sort of pain, and in no way enough to make her rethink what was about to happen. The knot was now being pushed against her inner petals over and over, the slick tunnel widening just a little more every time. It was a strange thrill to know that any moment now it could pop in, and then there would be nothing either she or Apollo could do. Nature would take it's course and she would remain tied to the stud until he'd emptied what Liz knew for a fact was more than any human could hope to produce. She found herself holding her breath, seconds ticking by until.

The noise that passed her lips was like nothing Liz had ever made or even heard. The knot pressing against sunk inside in less than a moment, her cunny clamping down on reflex and serving only to wrap her sensitive walls around the meaty rod. There was a heat radiating from the dripping labia now holding the canine bulge in her that Liz knew was a sharp stinging pain, but her brain was too far gone to process it as such.

Ever the gentleman, Apollo was holding himself perfectly still, hugging her tight as the soft hairs lining to opening of his sheath tickled the girl's bulging slit. It was Liz that began to move, pushing her rump out a little as even the slightest bit of motion made the swelling knot press against a sensitive spot inside her in a way her fingers never could. She could feel the malamute's heartbeat between her legs as the bulge grew, making Liz realize she'd never seen just how big it could get since it was always inside a bitch when it reached its full size.

The swelling alone pushed her over the edge, and she wondered if a human lover could have heard the whine that left her lips as her already straining sex began to clench and pulse around the swollen canine shaft. The combination of her cunny clamping and Apollo's bone pulsing made her toes curl and her fingers dig into the plush carpet as Liz rode out the single greatest orgasm she'd ever had. The murring just above her made it clear that Apollo was loving it to, but the whimpering teen only realized how much when a new kind of heat began to blossom deeper inside her.

He's cumming! He's breeding me, breeding his bitch…

It was more of a notion than a thought since Liz was in no shape to think, but the idea was more appealing than she could have imagined. The tip of the malamute's twitching length was pressed right up against her cervix, and the svelte teen could actually feel each surge of his spunk as it was sprayed into her. The edges of her vision turned dark and it was only when her lungs began to burn that Liz remembered to breathe in short rapid breaths that seemed appropriately enough like panting.

Her eyes had been staring ahead, devoid of focus or reason as her world narrowed down to the lump throbbing inside her as Apollo ground himself gently against her even as he seeded his smooth-skinned female. The click of claws on hardwood only registered once Atlas entered her field of vision. The for all his sentience, the wolfhound showed no sign of modesty as he openly ogled the sight of her tied to the malamute, nor did the canine draped across her back and stuck firmly inside her straining quim show any sign of displeasure. And there was no doubt that Atlas liked what he saw. He'd always been a shrewd one - fully aware of just how strong and how smart he was- but despite being the least cuddly of them and generally a smart-ass when left in her care, Liz remembered how he'd reacted when she was in trouble, and knew he cared for her.

But that sharp, cagey mind was working now as it became obvious the relationship between Liz and the little pack had changed. The fact she was tied to Apollo made it clear that despite being a human female, he pale teen was willing to be a bitch, and a stud like Atlas was not one to pass up a female that might be interested. There was nothing menacing about the way he approached them, but there was something cocky if not outright smug in the way he padded over, making a point to raise his nose and sniff the air, even though Liz was sure that to a canine the room reeked of sex.

She was still light-headed from the force of her climax, a peek she felt like she was still riding as the knot pressing against her g-spot kept pulsing with every rope of canine cum her svelte young body was forced to take.

The shaggy wolfhound practically parked himself in front of her, showing her his right flank or more likely the red length sliding steadily out in front of the girl's face. Liz hesitated a little as one hand lifted towards the rosy length. She was curious if not outright eager to find out how Atlas tasted and even how he felt like between her legs, but wondered how the malamute tied with her might take it. She wasn't sure if Apollo sensed her hesitation, or if he was just being affectionate, but the fluffy dog stopped his panting to kiss and nuzzle the back of her neck, which Liz took as a sign that he wasn't the jealous type.

As Atlas' cock swelled in her gentle grip she noticed it was a bit different from the length currently buried in her and seeding her as if she were a bitch in heat come for her puppies. The blue veins were more prominent and the whole thing was thicker at the tip, narrowing noticeably just before a knot that already looked equal parts scary and alluring. The taste was the same, or similar enough to Apollo that Liz couldn't tell the difference. To her Atlas tasted every bit as good as the malamute had, and soon she found herself suckling and licking the throbbing length as it leaked over her tongue.

And through it all Apollo kept squirting! She could no longer feel the individual streams of canine cum, just a growing pressure within her young body as her womb was forced to take more than a human male could ever pump into it. Her toes curled at the thought that the knot would make sure she took it all, and she imagined her flat tummy showing a little bump when Apollo was finally done, even though it didn't seem quite reasonable. But then again if she were in a reasonable state of mind, she wouldn't be sucking off a second doggy-lover while her first one bred her like a bitch.

It was a deliciously kinky thought, and Liz found herself loving the idea - the role of an eager young bitch, in a house all alone with four gorgeous studs. She knew that if she had a tail it would be wagging like crazy right now! These deviant thoughts only served to spur her on until she was slobbering around the hard canine rod in her mouth, her perky chest heaving as she worked herself towards another climax.

She couldn't spare a hand to give her little buzzer a few tweaks so acting on instinct she tried to clench up back there. It probably wouldn't have done much with a human shaft in her sex, but since she was already wrapped taut around the swollen knot that little flex was more than enough to rub her the right way. And judging by the murrs of delight from above, Apollo was enjoying it to. Lost to sensibility and shame, Liz was moaning into Atlas's cock as she gripped it behind the knot, taking as much of the canine cock into her mouth as she could. She could see the muscles in the wolfhound's abdomen twitch, but stayed still and let her service him at her own pace.

Without any warning the knot she'd been gripping began to grow, swelling up more the harder she squeezed on it. The stream of puppy-batter surprised her even though she'd let Alex cum in her mouth, the squirts of canine cum feeling thinner as the cock twitched in her mouth. She'd never swallowed for Alex, but then again she could never remember feeling this aroused when she'd been with what she was starting to think of as 'her human boyfriend'. As she began to gulp down the stream of warm doggy-spunk she could hear the wolfhound happily panting above her. Considering how much it cost for a bitch to have a 'date' with them, she doubted he'd ever had a chance to waste a load down someone's throat.

Liz could imagine what she looked like under one dog and with her lips wrapped around another, her womb swollen with one male's load while the other emptied a heavy canine sack into her tummy. Her clenches were coming faster and faster, her stuffed sex now acting on instinct as it rubbed itself against the still swollen knot of the malamute that had claimed her.

It was all Liz could do to stay on all fours as her second climax hit her. Her legs felt like they could give way any second, and she wondered if she'd stay suspended from Apollo's crotch, or if he would slip from her spasming cunny like a cork from a bottle. She'd forgotten to swallow what Atlas was serving her, and as her mouth filled with the wolfhound's spunk she slid her lips of it, catching squirt after hot squirt on her flushed face even as some of the mess dribbled from her mouth as she struggled to swallow it.

Her sex was still tingling when she felt a tug on it. She heard the cum squirting from her as Apollo began to slip out, the warm goo surging from around the knot before running down her thighs. She winced when the whole thing suddenly slid from her well-bred sex, not from the pain or the sudden sensation of emptiness, but at the sound of the milky load gushing from her folds and all over the thick rug.

To his credit, Apollo was quick, turning around and wiping her clean with that big broad tongue while Liz's splayed folds continued to drip and drool. Atlas seemed nowhere near finishing, and considering her face was by now drenched in his spunk she slipped the shooting tip back into her mouth. For one, suckling the hard red shaft was immensely arousing even though she was for the moment quite thoroughly sated. And on a more practical note, the more of the dogs' mess ended up inside her, the easier the cleanup would be. She wasn't sure how Atlas would feel about wiping away the mess he'd made of her face, and Apollo was proving very diligent as he gave her cunny and thighs a loving and thorough tongue-bath, but she was certain it would be her pushing a scrub-brush up and down the stains already soaking into the rug.

In spite of his bad-boy attitude, Atlas had his muzzle in her face the moment he was done, the broad tongue making short work of the puppy-batter facial mask. He'd even slipped his tongue past Liz's parted lips, frenching her with a skill that the teen hadn't been expecting. Once she was as clean as they could get her she gave both of them a hug and bid them run along as she did what she could with half-a roll of paper towels and a messy rug. The sight of her on all fours might have sent the wrong message, and Liz knew she was in no shape to get mounted again just yet. By the time she was done she could feel more of Apollo's seed trickling from between her visibly blushing labia, no doubt pushed out of her body as she knelt and dabbed at the damp patches. She stripped what little clothes were on her as she went to the bathroom, sighing at the thought of a tub full of warm water, and the soothing effect it would have on parts of her body that had just been through a lot.

*******

The dogs couldn't talk to each other any more than they could talk to humans, so as the day wore on Liz wondered just how much the other two knew about what happened. She'd been watching TV when Zeus joined her on the couch, the lean Dobie elegantly hoping and settling down next to her. She'd played it cool and just kept looking at the screen. And when the pinscher laid his head in her lap and looked imploringly up at her she just smiled and began to pet him and scratch behind his ears. And he'd kept up the wholesome and cuddly act for a while, but when he began to rub his muzzle against her lower belly and huff and sniff between her legs, she guessed that he either knew or suspected what she'd done with his pack-mates.

Liz had considered just slapping the errant muzzle and asking him what sort of girl he took her for, but instead she found herself spreading her legs and exposing a fresh pair of panties that apparently she shouldn't have bothered with. And after that things escalated quite quickly. Liz had wound up with her pert butt on the arm-rest of the sofa, her legs dangling off the edge as the Doberman lovingly humped away between them. It made her realize that these dogs were open-minded when it came to sexual positions, and for her part Liz had loved looking up at Zeus' panting face as he bred her and hugging and kissing him while they were tied.

She'd been ready for bed when she spotted Odin standing in her doorway. Despite his size the Dane was tender and shy, and it wouldn't have been out of character for him to come check in in her after what she'd been through last night. But as he was sitting there pointing those big puppy-dog eyes at her she didn't miss the flash of rosy-pink between his haunches. With a sigh she'd invited the cream-colored canine in, letting him stretch out on her bed as she parted his hind-legs. After a very eventful day Liz had been feeling a bit sore down there, and even if she hadn't been she was sure taking Odin would have done the trick.

For all his shyness, the Great Dane lived up to the title, even though Liz suspected Atlas' cock was a little thicker. In the end he'd walked away quite happy after Liz had used her lips, tongue and all ten fingers to do for the big lug something a four-legged bitch never could. The canine load had the same effect as a glass of warm milk on the exhausted teen, and as Liz drifted off to sleep her mind conjured up images of what her next day - and indeed the months to come - would be like after today…

*******

"Y'know... I always thought you were too good for Alex..." Taige said as she and Liz reclined on the couch, obviously putting a little more effort than normal into proper enunciation. The reason for that could be found on the coffee table in front of them.

In order to help Liz get over her break-up, her usually timid friend had managed to talk her big brother into getting her a bottle of rum. They were diluting the hard liquor, but since neither of them was really a drinker the few rum and cokes had gotten them sufficiently buzzed that talking intelligibly wasn't quite effortless.

"Don't get me wrong, he was cute... but kinda immature." the dark-haired girl added.

"Yeah, good riddance!" Liz said, raising a glass and toasting her newfound freedom with her friend.

"I mean, there's gonna be so many great guys at college!" she said, obviously putting a lot of hope in that bounty of quality males. She'd had a few boyfriends, but not a single one he'd judged worthy of being her first.

Liz wasn't as enthused by the prospect as her friend was. It had been a few days since she'd first discovered the joy of sex with sentient canines, and while this looked like it was going to be her summer of love, the university at the Twin Cities was not going to offer tantalizing male specimens. She supposed some of that dismay must have shown on her face.

"Look Liz, I know what Alex did must have been scary, but not all guys are like that." she said, misreading her friend's sour expression.

"It's not that. I..." she started, trying to figure out some lie before realizing she didn't want to. She never would have made the choice she did if she'd been sober, but a little Dutch courage was enough to settle her mind. Taige was one of her best friends, and even if she didn't fully understand her she still wouldn't judge her.

"I kinda saw how great a male can be to a girl. The very next morning..." she said, remembering waking up next to Apollo, the malamute even now loyally lounging on the rug, seemingly napping unless you kept a close watch on the swiveling ears.

"But... how? I mean, it was just you here. Well you and the dogs..." Taige said, dismissing the ludicrous notion until Liz bit her lower lip, a blush rising to her face as she pointed to the seemingly slumbering canine. And while she went red, Taige went pale.

"He... you...? You can't mean..." the stunned girl almost whispered. They were alone in the house, but Taige was acting as if a normal voice might carry the scandalous notion all over the town.

"Yes, all right, I did it. With Apollo." she said, omitting the fact that she'd since coupled with every one of the four canines. "Look Taige, I've tried a boy and I've tried a smart dog so I know what I'm talking about. And it wasn't just some wild, kinky sex. Apollo and I made love..." she said, the malamute figuring that if his name was going to be dropped so often he might as well drop the snoozing act as he sat beside the pale-haired waif. "I know I must sound crazy right now, but you'd understand it if you only..." she said, stopping in mid-sentence as what at the time seemed like a perfect idea formed in her mind. "Taige, you trust me, right?" she asked, and her friend just nodded, stunned but with some color rising to her cheeks.

"Apollo, can you go find... Zeus?" she asked, after brief deliberation. Atlas wasn't really a match for the timid girl sitting next to her, and Odin was just as shy as she was. Apollo would be a good choice himself, but she had something else in mind for the malamute. Zeus was playful but mischievous enough to take the initiative and break through Taige's shell. Once the monochromatic canine trotted out of the room, Liz began to strip.

"You... you mean we're... right now? With them?" Taige asked, still avoiding even mentioning the word sex. But the blush was spreading and he didn't sound repulsed by the idea. After a nod from Liz she began to shed her own clothes, fumbling as her hands shook. Seeing each other naked was nothing new since they were on the track and field team and had changed and showered together plenty of times. Liz envied her friend the eight inches she had on her, while Taige had bemoaned the fact that although not particularly well-endowed, the little blonde had a much more eye-catching figure than she did. Taige had a gorgeous face and kept her dark hair waist-long and loose, but despite having magnificently toned limbs, a flat tummy and girlish hips, Liz knew for a fact her friend's A-cup bra was quite generously padded. But modest as they were, the nipples on her friends bosom were now stiff and puffy. Taige could be painfully shy, and it was obvious her body was eager for the masculine attention it had been denied so far, enough that species was not a major factor.

When the malamute and Dobie came back their ears perked up and their tails wagged at the sight of the two nude girls, but to their credit they behaved like gentlemen and didn't approach them until Liz called them over.

At first she encouraged Taige to just pet Zeus, the way she always had when coming over. The pinscher leaned into every caress and scratch so Liz felt confident in taking things a little further. She knelt down in front of Apollo and pressed her lips to his muzzle, moaning softly as his tongue slipped out to play with hers. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Taige was surprised to see a dog kissing a girl as well as a boy would, and Liz wasn't all that surprised to see her kneel down in front of Zeus, nor to hear her moan as the Dobie frenched her. After Zeus worked his charm for a while, Liz asked her friend if she'd like to try more. Even before Taige said 'yes' the expression on her blushing face told her she was getting into this.

Figuring that Taige might just be horned up enough to go all the way, she helped her up on the sofa so that her rear was on the arm-rest with her legs dangling off the side. While she knew full well how fun it was to bend over and feel a stud climb up on your back, this would be her friend's first time, so she figured seeing Zeus' face would make things more intimate. The slender girl almost squealed out as Zeus took the initiative and dove between her legs. Liz saw her eyes roll back just a little as she knelt by her side, making sure that she was oaky and that she didn't bite off more than she could chew.

"Aaahhh! S-soo... big!" she gasped as Zeus continued to lap away, still just running the broad appendage over the girl's slit as his nose-pad pressed against the little hood at the top of it. "And it feels so -mpfh! smooth... silky..."

For once Liz was the one lacking for a reply as she watched the Dobie eagerly bathe her friend's bared sex. She leaned on the couch with her elbows and thrust her own pussy out, and in a moment felt a tongue drag across her wet folds.

She reached out with one hand and before she could consider what she was doing placed her fingers on either of Taige's plump folds before opening the girl up and exposing her tender inner petals to the Dobie's tongue. It occurred to her that this was her first time touching another girl's privates, and the realization almost made her take her hand away, wondering if she was going too far. But Taige gave no indication of being turned off by either her fingers or the tongue now dipping into her het young honeypot.

"Ungghh God! Oooh Zeus, you're amazing! Don't stop boy... don't... Mpffhhh, you're gonna make me..." the girl rambled, stunning her friend who'd always known her as a shy, quiet girl. Taige's first taste of a canine tongue seemed to be quite intense since Liz could already see the trim tummy quivering as Zeus pushed his tongue as deep as he could into the virginal slit.

"Aaahhm... I'm cummin!" Taige cried out, sounding surprised that anything could get her off so quickly. "Mmmmmghmygosh...g-good boy Zeus... eat me boy, lick my pussy..." she mumbled in a daze as the Dobie eagerly lapped the juices her convulsions were pushing from her dripping sex.

"Taige, do you wanna..." Liz started to ask once the girl got her breath back, getting an eager nod before she'd even finished. "Okay Zeus, but you're her first, so be gentle..." she said, and the Dobie wasted little time mounting up.

He did take her seriously, starting off by using that huge tongue on Taige's modest chest. The girl's back arched on reflex, thrusting her perky pair against the dog's muzzle, the dark-haired girl gasping every time the tip of the canine appendage flicked a nipple. Watching that was just about all Liz could take, and looking behind her she could see Apollo was already stiff and eager.

It never even occurred to her to give the newfound couple some privacy, even though they had a pretty big house to themselves. She'd like to think that she did it to be there for Taige if she needed her, but if she was being honest there was something intensely appealing to being bred alongside her long-time friend. She draped herself over the other armrest so that she was looking down at Taige, her rump on display to the malamute who seemed to sense her urgency. She found her eyes glued to the red length sticking out of Zeus' sheath as the Dobie maneuvered closer. The tip gently poked on either side of the well-tongued slit before it caught, along with her friend's breath.

"C'mon boy... it's okay... make me a woman... make me a bitch..." the girl rambled, her next lewd demand cut off as the pinscher thrust forward, tearing through her hymen in a smooth stroke that spoke of years of experience of taking virginities. After all, these dogs matured more or less at the same rate as common ones did, and they were so in demand that all four studs had a seemingly inexhaustible supply of bitches in heat.

Apollo took things slow as he entered her, even though she could take him easily enough by now. Even though a vigorous hump was nice, she found that she liked nothing more than a slow, sensuous session, so that she could feel the slick red length in exquisite detail as it was pumped in and out of her snug slit.

As the dogs settled into their respective rhythms, she found herself leaning over Taige, the girl speechless for the time being as she felt a male take her for the first time. Liz had never really considered girls in a sexual way, but at the moment her friend's gently parted lips proved irresistible. Nor did Taige seem to mind, moaning softly into what Liz suspected was her first kiss with another girl.

As their four-legged lovers pumped their young cunnies they only got more comfortable with each other as trembling hands sought out tender breasts and hard nipples. Taige had gotten the hang of kneading the perky boobies hanging from her chest by the time she caught Apollo's knot and the malamute's thrusts devolved into the tug-and-grind of a nice firm tie. She could see that Zeus was also swelling, the bulb slipping out but every now and again failing to push in. She realized the time to explain canine anatomy to her friend had passed, but judging by how thrilled she'd been with her first dose of doggy-lovin' Liz doubted she'd want to miss out on the best part.

"Taige, the next time that little bulge slip- ngh!- slips in, just do your best to clamp down..."

"W-wha...?" the girl asked, with what little breath she had.

"Trust me. It's gonna hurt a little but it's the best part..."

Liz looked at the spot where the Dobie's red shaft was disappearing over and over between Taige's thighs, and saw the girl's abdomen clench up the moment the knot slipped it. Taige was pretty lean, and as she lay on her back Liz could see the bulge in her normally flat tummy.

"Congrats Taige! He's tied with you, you're his bitch now..." she husked, giving the girl another kiss as she felt her own body reaching its limit as Apollo throbbed within it. Taige was wide-eyed and seemingly gasping every time the knot stuck in her pulsed and grew a little big bigger.

"Liz, he's cumming! He's cumming in me! Ohhhh God, I can *feel it!" the girl whined, throwing her arms around her canine lover. "Mnhhghhh fuck Zeus! I'm gonna have your puppies!" she cried out as she came along with the pinscher, and even with her own climax approaching Liz had to grin at the thought.

It was impossible at all, and at first it had seemed like a big plus to this sort of relationship - no-risk bareback sex. But as she came around Apollo's steely cock she found herself considering what it would be like. She wouldn't want a whole litter, but maybe two puppies. It would give her a nice little baby-bump, and in the delirium of her orgasm she could see herself cradling to little fuzzballs to her swollen chest, or maybe standing on all fours, letting them nip at her dangling teats as their father paid mommy some attention…

*******

The knock on the door came as a bit of a surprise since everybody Liz expected to see was already gathered in the kitchen and chatting away. Taige of course had been sleeping over since her first romp with Zeus, excusing her absence to her parents by insisting that Liz needed someone around to help her both mind the dogs and keep her company after her 'painful break-up'. All alone in that big house and all that. Little did they realize that Liz hadn't been sleeping alone since the night she broke up with Alex, and on the first night of what was to be a summer-long sleep-over, the girls had decided to 'move in' with their respective mates. After all, those doggy-beds were quite roomy…

One look through the spy-hole revealed a slightly anxious Alex waiting on the porch, a sight that wiped the smile from Liz's face. She considered the door-chain briefly but decided she need not bother. Even though the dogs had left the girls to chat in private, Apollo was already at her side, and she knew she had little to fear from her ex with the malamute at her side.

“What do you want Alex?" she asked, opening the door and surprising the teen.

“Liz, I…" he began, taking a step towards her and looking like he might try for a hug until he looked down and saw a pair of ice-blue eyes looking up at him and promptly took a step back. Liz, for her part, tried not to smile. "Look, I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. That night… I had too much to drink and it was only in the morning that I realized how creepy that whole thing must have been for you."

“Alex…" Liz began, and the tone of her voice seemed to make it clear to her former boyfriend that she hadn't exactly been waiting by the door in the hopes of a reunion.

“Please, just hear me out… I think I got all that stuff out of my system now. If you just give me another chance I know that I can treat you right, that…"

“Look Alex, I accept your apology, but that's all you're gonna get. We're done. I've… I've got someone. Someone who's treated me right from the first."

“Liz, please! Just…"

“Goodbye Alex…" she said, closing the door and feeling a weight drop from her shoulders. Apollo didn't bother trying to hide how he felt about her decision. His bushy tail was wagging so hard she could feel it fanning the air.

She paused for a few more moments, not because she needed to compose herself, but so that she could give three girls enough time to quickly go back to their chairs and pretend they'd been there the whole time. When she got back to the kitchen they were all seated around the table, but there seemed to be no point in pretending that they hadn't overheard the conversation, if not actually eaves-dropped on it.

“So…" Rachel began, breaking the silence as she formulated the question delicately.

At twenty years old she was the senior of their little group, back home from college for the summer. The three of them had known her since they were little – Racheal had always been shy around kids her own age, but in their company she never had trouble opening up. And when they all started high-school she was there for them as a sort of big sister. She was also very responsible and studious, and exactly the type to pause and get her thoughts in order before speaking.

“You've got someone?" Maggie interjected, since she absolutely wasn't the type to pause before speaking. Rather, Maggie seemed to pause speaking only when she needed to catch her breath. Combined with a cheerful personality and a friendly disposition, this often made her seem ditzy to people who didn't know her, but the freckled brunette was every bit as good a student as Racheal, even though she didn't really care about maintaining a serious image.

“Uhhhh-huh…" Liz murmured awkwardly, avoiding eye-contact with her two friends.

“A new boyfriend?" Maggie asked, her tone rising as she tried to coax the pale-haired girl into dishing out some actual details.

“S-sort of…" Liz replied. She didn't really want to lie to her closest friends, but wasn't sure how to tell them of her current 'relationship', at least not without several rum & cokes loosening her tongue. She wondered if the two admittedly clever girls would make the right guess, but when they turned their wide-eyed stares at Taige she knew they were way off.

“Wha… n-no!" the blushing girl stammered out at the implication in her friends' stares.

“Well Liz did say she had a 'sort of' boyfriend…" Maggie said.

“…and you have been sleeping over since she had that fight with Alex."

The blush spread from Taige's cheeks to cover most of her face as she turned to face Liz with pleading eyes. She was obviously torn between keeping Liz's secret and a desire to explain that she wasn't the tiny blonde's new 'boyfriend'. With a soft sigh, Liz decided there was no point in keeping this a secret from the rest of their little gang.

“It's not Taige…" she said, once again the center of attention as the blushing girl took a steadying breath.

“Then…?" Maggie asked, obviously on the verge of squirming in her seat from the sheer suspense.

“Apollo!" Liz called out, the malamute padding over at the sound of her voice and seating himself next to her. The two had completely missed the hint and seemed to be wondering why their friend had called her aunt and uncle's dog over instead of revealing the identity of her mystery lover. Liz had every intention of keeping Taige's involvement with Zeus a secret as she waited for Maggie and Racheal to put two and two together, and was surprised when the still blushing girl called out in a shaky voice.

“Z-Zeus!"

The Dobie appeared in the doorway a little too quickly, making Liz wonder just how long those keen canine ears had been listening in on their conversation. He padded over almost smugly, sitting beside Taige and laying his head in her lap. Even with the cocky pinscher looking up at them and flicking his ears back and forth in a canine equivalent of waggling eyebrows didn't clear things up. Liz could almost hear the gears grinding in their heads as they tried to puzzle out why the two of them had each called a dog over instead of telling them who the Liz's new boyfriend was. When Racheal's eyes went wide and her hand flew up to her lips she knew the older girl had figured it out, but was either stunned by the notion or just unable to think of a polite way of phrasing the question. Maggie was still drawing a blank as she turned her eyes from the stunned Racheal to Taige and then to Liz.

“Oooooohhhh my… you don't mean? With…? Both of…" the freckled girl asked, or at least tried to ask several questions at once.

“Why?" Racheal inquired, her voice (now that she found it again) conveying shock and a dose of curiosity but no disgust or judgment.

“Why not?" Liz tossed back, and something about her tone seemed to stop Racheal in mid thought. “Why not a dog?"

“But they're animals!" Maggie said, which immediately got her two pathetic-sounding whines in response “Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean that…" she quickly added, mortified at the thought of hurting anyone's feelings.

“They aren't very talkative, but I guarantee you that up here…" she said, pointing between Apollo's perked ears. “They're on par with boys our age. At the very least…" she quickly reassessed.

“And brains aside, they're kind, caring, loyal…" Taige counted off, petting Zeus' head as the Doberman basked in the compliments.

“Okay but… they're still a different species. I mean, what about the whole… anatomy thing?" Racheal asked, and Liz wondered if she was blushing about the nature of her question, or if she was forming mental pictures.

“Yeah, they're different. But if you're looking for reasons not to have sex with a dog… that's not it."

“But they've got that… thingy, don't they? The one that goes into a girl-dog, and then they do that butt-to-butt thing?" Maggie asked, her tone of voice carrying her usual enthusiasm, tinged with scandalous fascination.

“Well, the butt-to-butt thing's optional. These boys can do more than just hump doggy-style. And as for the knot – that 'thingy'- yeah, they've got it and yeah, it does go in." she said, feeling her thighs rub together at the mere thought. “It's… it's like…"

“It's the best!" Taige interrupted. “It's the most intense and intimate thing you can imagine! He'll push it in and once he does it just grows and grows, and you feel like you can't take any more but you do. Then you can feel his heart-beat inside you just as he comes, and comes, and comes! It feels like it goes on forever and every hot little drop stays in as your body takes a load that only a stud-dog can give you." She finished, delivering the whole speech in one breath. The rest of the girls took a few seconds to get over the surprise at such a statement coming from the quietest member of their group.

“On a side-note – Taige gets a little talkative during…"

“You mean you've let him… be your first?" Racheal asked.

“Yes. And it was wonderful…" she said, scratching Zeus behind his ear as the Dobie wagged his stumpy tail.

“But you've never been with a boy…"

“Well I have." Liz interrupted. “Rach, it's no contest. Ladies, you're looking at woman's best friend. Literally the only thing a man can give you that a sentient dog can't is conversation and a baby. A dog like this will love you more and love you better…"

“But even if they're amazing in bed, what about… y'know… romance?" Maggie asked wistfully, and Liz was about to reply when she felt Apollo rub his muzzle against her leg. When she turned to look at his he surprised her by smoothly rearing up, placing his paws on her shoulders as he brought his muzzle to her lips. Liz closed her mouth and opened her mouth just as the tip of the malamute's tongue slipped in, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him deeply.

After a good long smooch the two figured they'd proved a point, and with a final flick of his tongue against the waifish teen's lips Apollo settled back down. The expressions on the two girls' faces were telling. Racheal was once again hiding her mouth, but the rosy-red cheeks gave her away, and Maggie couldn't have looked more awe-struck if a unicorn had walked in. Liz figured that this was as good a time as any.

“You know, we've got a couple of bachelors around here somewhere…" she mused out loud, and the moment the two pairs of eyes focused on her she knew they were just curious and horny enough.

“Would they… I mean are they attracted to human females?" Racheal asked, and while Liz remembered her heaving boyfriends, she'd told her flat-out she was using her time at university to focus on her studies.

“Well they're attracted to at least one…" Liz replied, but omitting just how she knew. “All right you two, I know you're not far. Come in and say hi…" she called out, and the two remaining canines stepped in seconds later. They'd obviously been close enough to hear what had been said, and both of them sat down in front of the girls who were obviously looking at them in a new light.

With her secret out of the way and all of her closest friends apparently willing to give being a bitch a try, she figured it was time to lose inhibitions, among other things. She pulled off her top and slipped her shorts down, with Taige following suit and revealing that neither of them had worn any underwear. In fact Liz wasn't even sure why she was bothering with clothes now that the days were warm and she had someone to keep her nice and warm at night.

Racheal and Maggie seemed like they were about to say something, but neither of the two broke the silence. Maggie was the first to wriggle out of her clothes, revealing a lush and curvy young body to the two unattached canines. Even though she was on the track and field team with Liz and Taige, Maggie's five-foot tall frame wasn't nearly as toned, but was more generously feminine. Her soft figure might have been called cuddly, but with a chest that easily filled a C-cup bra and a bubbly behind bouncing with every step, the body seemed build for a lot more than just cuddling. Her wavy brown hair would have been shoulder-length, but Maggie kept it in a bun since it was as wild as she was and tended to get in her way.

And even though she knew what to expect when Racheal started to remove her baggy, frumpy garments, Liz still found herself shocked at the transformation. Racheal wore a C-cup bra like Maggie, but being the tallest as well as the oldest of the four, her figure was quite noticeably different. Although not athletic, the girl's body was toned, the full breasts riding high on a wide chest that narrowed to a slim waist and generous hips. With her clothes on and her refusal to 'bother with' make-up, Racheal looked like a pretty girl who could look beautiful if she put some effort into it. But without her sweaters and long skirts, her body covered in nothing but the thick brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, she had the sort of figure that most women would show off as much as they could get away with. The slightest hint of sunlight was enough to give her a light tan, saving her from a book-worm's pale complexion, but even bare from head to toe she still didn't seem to have any intention of removing those thick-framed glasses.

“Well, looks like it's ladies' choice for you two…" Liz said as Apollo began nosing around her crotch. She could see Taige gripping the edge of the table with her legs apart and her rear thrust out, not really surprised that the Doberman licking lovingly away had wheedled her into presenting already.

"Woah..." Maggie exclaimed as her eyes took in the spacious room.

"Yeah, heck of a doghouse, huh?" Liz asked with a smile.

The room the canines shared was by no stretch of the imagination a doghouse, or even a kennel. It had been a two-car garage that had been quite extensively remodeled so that its canine inhabitants could live in style. Rather than baskets each dog had what was quite obviously a proper bed, although each one had raised, padded sides and a back because the dogs sometimes liked to curl up and press their backs against something, and a cold hard wall just wouldn't do.

Off to one side they had honest to goodness bathroom/toilet facilities, all operable by paws. But as the girls stepped in what caught their attention was the floor. This was also the place the studs took their 'dates' so a surface that could be wiped down easily was a must, but tiles and paws don't really mix. So the whole floor was covered in a dense black rubbery material, that offered good purchase but that could also stand up to canine claws. It was just soft enough that the girls could see the slight depressions their feet made as they stood on it, and having cleaned it Liz knew that if you got close and looked hard in a few places near the empty middle area, you could see signs of wear and tear despite how tough the material was.

But it wasn't walking that had made those little marks. As her eyes sought them out Liz could imagine a bitch bracing herself, claws digging in as a breeding stud climbed on her back. They came here in heat and never considered asking their partners to take them any other way than hard and fast. She felt butterflies in her stomach knowing that the four of them would be their bitches for today, and likely the rest of the summer. Would their nails leave marks in the black rubber, and would the canine bitches coming here for their puppies wonder at who had made them?

Taige was apparently out of patience, resting her front on Zeus' bed but with her feet on the ground, her strong runner's legs spread wide enough to lower her rear end to the perfect height for her canine lover to mount her. And the cock dangling between his legs made it clear that the Dobie was eager to do just that, but some gentlemanly instinct in him still made him give the offered cunny a few courteous licks. Atlas still seemed to be herding Racheal along, and the blushing girl still seemed to be strangely thrilled by the dogs less than gentlemanly treatment. Odin stood just behind Maggie, giving the girl's bubble-butt long, loving licks while she seemed lost in thought as she regarded the Dane's bed.

"So Liz, does it have to be more or less doggy-style, or...?" she asked, and it was obvious she had something in mind.

"No, they're pretty adventurous..." she said, remembering how Atlas had surprised her by sneaking up on her while she was doing the dishes. The wolfhound had reared up, landed with his paws on her shoulders and fucked her standing up while she did her best to brace herself against the sink, his casual approach completely at odds with the fierce passion of his rutting.

"Awesome! Is it okay if I borrow some cushions?" she asked, and before Liz could reply they heard Taige cry out and turned to see Zeus leaning over her with his shaft buried up to the knot in her little cleft.

"Uhh, I guess those two aren't using theirs..." Liz said, and a moment later Maggie had arranged four large, square cushions in two layers in a corner on Odin's bed. Even the Dane had his head cocked in confusion as the freckled girl climbed up and laid back on them, her full of breasts spreading over her chest. It was a practical position, considering how tall Odin was, but what the curvy girl did next surprised the one girl and two dogs watching the sight, with both Taige and Zeus and Racheal and Atlas being too busy to bother.

"Oookay, I think this is gonna be comfy enough..." she said as she held the backs of her knees.

"It... doesn't really look like it..." Liz said, blushing a little at just how exposed Maggie was as she hugged her legs to her chest.

"But it's gonna be sooo worth it! C'mon Odie, don't be shy..." she cooed.

"Odie?" Liz asked as the cream-colored Dane politely but firmly pushed past her and buried his muzzle in Maggie's lewdly exposed privates. The pale teen could see her friend's toes curl as she gasped happily.

"Well imma gonna give him my virginity, you telling me I can't give him a nickname? Mhhh, good boy Odie!" the curvy girl cooed, and if the big dog had any mixed thoughts about his new moniker, being called a good dog in that tone of voice was enough to get his tail wagging.

With those two settled in and Zeus pumping away on top of the mumbling Taige, Liz turned her attention to Racheal and Atlas. The wolfhound still seemed to be just pushing the older girl around, nudging her with his head until she was seated on his bed. She was about to reprimand the dog since even though he could be stubborn he'd never tried being this cocky with her, but as Racheal swung one leg up on the mattress and she saw the glistening mess between her crotch, she wasn't sure her help would be appreciated. The bookish girls generous chest rose and fell, her excitement obvious even though the wolfhound had barely touched her. When he got her to lean back against one side of his bed he walked around to the other, startling his chosen female when he laid one big paw on her shoulder and forced her to lean back.

And whereas that was a surprise, it was a shock when the huge canine reared up, his intent now obvious as the maneuver put his emerging shaft and fat sheath an inch or so from Racheal's mouth. Liz was about to reprimand him for being so rough (especially after her speech!) but the girl under him surprised her by leaning her head back a little more and opening her mouth wide. The look the wolfhound gave her said 'I told you so!' without the need for words, and as Racheal's lips wrapped around his shaft and he began to hump into her mouth, Liz figured she'd just leave the two pervs alone. To his credit, Atlas did lean down and start cleaning the mess Racheal had made of her crotch while being bossed around by the dominant dog.

"C'mere boy..." she husked to the malamute who'd waited with saintly patience while the others got settled in. "Do you mind...?" she asked, pointing to the bed and making a 'turn around' gesture with her finger. He obeyed in a literal flash as he exposed his pristine white underside to Liz, the red of his twitching cock standing out lewdly against the shade most commonly associated with maidenly purity. She climbed on top of him as her ears filled with Maggie's delighted squeals, Racheal's muffled moans, and a stream of obscene pleas and instructions coming from Taige as Zeus humped away between her skinny thighs.

She had little doubt that Apollo would have obliged her if she'd straddled his head rather than his haunches, and while there was a definite appeal in riding his muzzle and looking down into those adorable blue eyes as he drove her crazy with his tongue, the hard shaft resting against the fluff covering his belly was too good to pass up. She tore her eyes away from the obscene tableau in front of her as she pushed the sheath back, exposing the knot that looked almost cute now that it was still just a bump on either side of the base of the malamute's cock.

Her hand tingled as she angled it up, the position letting her see just how big her canine lover was compered to her pixie-like body. She had to admit, it filled her with a certain kind of feminine pride that she could take the stud's endowment, knot included. The tip caught between her plump folds and she sighed as her slit wrapped around the red shaft, her slim hips falling slowly as she took more and more of him, not stopping her descent until the slim knot slipped easily into her steamy honey-pot.

"Nghhhhhh yeah! Fuck me Zeus! Mngghhh God, your huge!" Taige cried out, and Liz wondered if she'd looked as shocked as Racheal and Maggie looked now that they heard the normally quiet girl crying out passionately, her slim thighs rippling with the force of the Doberman's humping.

From her vantage point Racheal was almost entirely hidden under the shaggy wolfhound now humping her face, his muzzle buried between the older girl's splayed legs as he lapped at the steady stream of her nectar. Atlas had never tried being so forceful with her, but from the way Racheal was kneading her breasts as her face was fucked by a prize stud she guessed the reserved young woman had some desires that the canny canine had managed to sniff out.

"That's it boy, right there, right there!" Maggie babbled to one side, her next exclamation reaching a register so high that the dogs folded their ears against the noise.

And no wonder! From her spot on top of Apollo, the stunned Liz could clearly see where Odin had buried half of his prodigious length. Her own pucker clenched at the sight of Maggie's pillow behind speared by the Dane, the position she'd chosen giving him ample access to the girl's rosebud.

"Odin, no! B-bad dog!" she said, her voice less steady than she'd have liked it to be, a consequence of having Apollo throbbing within her and the admittedly arousing sight of the Dane's pride and joy sheathed in the freckled rump.

"No Odie, good dog! Mhhhh, sooo good!" Maggie gushed, still keeping a grip on the backs on her knees and staying in a position that Liz was starting to think had been chosen in order to give the Dane unimpeded access to the little pink ring hidden between those freckled cheeks.

"Maggie! Are you... he's gonna get bigger, you-unghhh!- know..." Taige muttered. The commotion had drawn her attention, and looking down past her slender body and the Dobie riding it for all it was worth, she got a clear (if upside-down) picture of where Odin's cock had ended up.

"Yeah! I love playing around with m-muuuuhhh butt!" she moaned as Odin considerately held himself still while the girl who's ass he'd mounted cooed happily and clenched around him. "Odie was a real sweetheart. Mngghh my God, the way that tongue opened me up! And he's so much better than a toy! All warm and –mpfh!- slippery…"

With Racheal unable to offer an opinion at this time, that seemed to settle it. If Maggie wanted to be sodomized by a stud-dog they could hardly call her a perv for it, and despite the Dane's size Liz supposed that with his shy, gentle nature Odin was a good choice to break that bubble-butt in. Turning her attention to her own canine lover, Liz couldn't help but grin as she noticed Apollo had craned his head back to get a look at what his pack-mate was doing to get the curvy girl to make those noises. She almost opened her mouth to tell the malamute not to get any ideas, but stopped short. She'd never considered anal sex before, least of all with a male as well-endowed as either of the four dogs she'd recently been a bitch for. But as the Great Dane slid a little more of himself in, the noises Maggie was making made her hesitant to dismiss the notion of offering up her own virginal pucker to one of the amorous canines.

"Ungghhh... so big... so hot!" Taige whined as the Dobie humped her wildly, their combined juices running down the girl's thighs as the muscles in her legs strained to support both her and her stud, a task made difficult as Zeus bred the girl with all the gusto of an experienced stud.

Liz's hips started moving on their own, and as she looked past the little puff of pale blond hair on her mons she could see her labia distend just a little as he lifted herself off Apollo's knot. She gasped as the withdrawal of the hard red bulb made her feel empty, despite the hard shaft still buried in her gushing sex. Taige had been right when she'd described being knotted as something 'intensely intimate' - the thrill of feeling that mass of flesh grow big enough to stay embedded, leaving you bound to your lover until the glorious act was done and you were both spent.

But the knot was still slim enough to slip in and out of her, and after getting over the initial worry that the plunging and tugging of the bulb might injure her, Liz now savored the sensation of the already drenched knot dimpling her slit as she pushed her hips down, the glistening folds clinging to it for a second or so before she lifted herself off it. And all the while the hard length slid along her inner walls, the spurting and leaking tip reaching as deep as her cervix and convincing her that a male that was such a perfect fit could only be a perfect lover for her.

"F-Fuck! It's in! Mnnnghhh, good boy Zeus! K-keep going... almost... ah!-lmost..." Taige whimpered and panted as her lover obliged, the toned haunches tensed as the pinscher tugged and ground his sheath against the slender girl's stuffed sex.

Even without Taige's outbursts the scene was debauched. Liz could feel Apollo's shaft tugging harder and harder on her delicate folds each time he pulled off, knowing that any moment now her own attempts to lift herself off the knot would be met with a sting and failure when the bulge grew big enough to stay stuck. Just the thought was enough to make her nipples stiffen, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she rode the malamute just a little harder.

Atlas was sloppily licking away between Racheal's legs, his tongue pushing deep into her slit in a strangely brazen way, as if the wolfhound felt like he owned the girl's sex and wanted to make the point clear to any watchers. She could just make out one of the young woman's hands groping a ripe breast roughly, while her other one was out of sight somewhere behind her head. Considering Atlas was no longer thrusting, she could well guess what was going on. Liz licked her lips as she remembered the feel of the wolfhound's cock on her tongue, but she'd been more or less in control the first time she'd blown him.

Racheal was trapped under the shaggy hound, and Liz could imagine her back there, the knot pressed against her lips and looking terrifying at it throbbed with every pulse of cum the girl had no choice but to swallow. But considering that the missing hand was no doubt playing around with the horny wolfhound's pouch, she doubted Racheal minded drinking down the load Atlas was spraying down her throat.

Two down... she thought to herself, wondering what kind of summer the four of them were in for after letting the stud dogs take them any and every way a male could take a female. She wondered if they'd been trying to tell them something by guiding them to their room - this was the place where they took their bitches, after all…

"C'mon Odie, don't be shy... All the -ngh!- way boy." Maggie urged, making Liz turn to look at the sight of her under the humping Dane, her pillowy cheeks rippling with every thrust of the huge dog's hips.

She was shocked by the sight of her friend's now glistening pucker that had looked like it was straining painfully around the hard red rod when Odin had first entered her. The Dane's gentle rutting seemed to have loosened her up, enough that she could see it dimpling in every time the red bulge still outside banged against it. She was surprised at just how well Maggie was taking her rump-rutting, but still couldn't believe that her friend was actually urging her canine lover to knot her ass.

"Maggie, you -mpfhh!- sure...? He's pretty big already..." she said, but she had to admit the sight of the two was getting her riled up. Normally by now she would just stay still and let Apollo tie with her, but even though his own knot was now quite swollen she was still riding his cock, her toes curling every time the mass of rosy flesh slipped in and out of her messy honeypot.

"Nnnyyeeahhh! I've played with butt-plugs... big ones! Mpppffhhh, come on Odie, make me a real bitch!" Maggie begged, and Liz had little doubt she'd be squirming if she wasn't folded up and pinned under the rutting canine. Odin was nothing if not obedient, and the next thing out of Maggie's mouth was an honest-to-goodness squeal as the lump of red flesh slipped past her messy pucker, buried snugly in the moaning girl's bubble-butt.

The sight of Maggie's pink ring pulsing around a knot she knew would be growing with every beat of the Dane's heart, made Liz focus in her own lover. Apollo's knot was bigger than it had ever been while outside her, and common sense would suggest that she'd waited too long to take it. But Liz was not in a sensible state of mind, and her little behind slammed down over and over, the lips bruising until with a gasp of delight and triumph she felt them part and close around the hot mass of hard flesh.

Her climax hit her immediately, robing her of what little strength she had left. She collapsed on top of the malamute throbbing within her, shuddering at the sudden feel of soft, warm fur on her bare breasts. Her hips moved on their own, grinding and tugging on the firm tie as the sensation kept the girl on the crest of her peak. She felt a flick of Apollo's tongue on her mouth and her lips immediately parted as she kissed the canine she was starting to think of as her mate. Second later she felt the warm rush of seed, a flood that did little to extinguish the heat she felt raging within her.

Managing to focus her bleary eyes she saw Racheal, her dorky glasses askew on her face as she slavishly cleaned the wolfhound's glistening shaft using only her lips and tongue. Taige was still mumbling as she was seeded, thanking Zeus for every squirt and drop as her flat tummy flexed, her body either still riding one orgasm or bouncing between small ones as she took the Dobie's load.

Maggie was silent as Odin's balls twitched rhythmically, breeding her bubbly behind as the she let go of her knees and what was left of her inhibitions. She wrapped her legs around the Dane's haunches and her arms around his neck, pulling him down and kissing him sloppily as her pink ring winked and pulsed around his shaft.

They spent the time tied to their partners in silence, including Racheal and Atlas. The bookish girl was leaning back on her mate's bed, the wolfhound resting his paws on her shoulders she he kissed her deeply, showing both his sentimental and his dominant side. When the shafts had slipped out they all got on all fours in the middle of the room, facing each other and thrusting their behinds out to the canines.

"Mmmmhh, can't believe I used to have to slip into a shower after sex..." Liz sighed dreamily, her ears filled with the sounds of four tongues lapping diligently all over the presented behinds.

"Ooh, my legs are jello..." Maggie cooed dremily, arching her back as Odin licked her cheeks so thoroughly that Liz wondered if he was trying to wash the freckles off.

"Mhee tuuh..." Taige added, reverting, at least for the time being, to her normally quiet self.

"They aren't gonna kick us out, are they? Call us a cab and all that?" Maggie asked, and giggled when in reply Odin rested his big head on top of her bubbly behind. "Ooh, I guess we get to stay!"

"You think you have enough spare beds Liz?" Racheal asked, but shuddered when Atlas murred audibly while his muzzle was still pressed against her slit.

"I don't think you're going anywhere Rach..." Taige remarked.

"These beds are big enough for two." Liz said as the voice of experience. "Besides, none of you brought nighties and you can't sleep in regular clothes. So if you're sleeping in the buff you'll need someone to curl up with to keep you warm." she hinted, and the others murmured in consent at her flawless wisdom.

"Boys, lemme ask you something - do you like us better than doggie-gals?" Maggie asked, but was met with frustrated sighs which made the girls shudder, blowing as they did across their still damp slits.

"They can't talk, remember? You have to phrase the question right. Boys, how many legs does the perfect bitch have?" Liz asked, and they all giggled when the studs each gave two simultaneous barks as a reply.

*******

“Ooaaaahhh… I think it's coming out! You ready?" Maggie asked while Odin panted happily on her back.

“Ready…" Liz replied, holding the shiny metal bulb just above the girl's soaked cunny as she watched her pucker spread.

The sight of Odin's knot emerging from Maggie's bubble-butt was amazing, the rosy-purplish mass spreading her wider and wider, the pink ring seeming to disappear as the mass of canine flesh emerged. In retrospect she might have gotten a little too close, since a thin stream of the Dane's spunk caught her in the forehead just before the enormous bulge slipped out. Still, she stayed focused on her task, and the moment Odin's tip was out she pushed the plug in. Despite its size the shiny metal toy sank easily into the well-rutted derriere, with Maggie's pucker closing around the thinnest portion before getting hidden by the gem-stopper.

“It does look pretty…" Liz said, admiring the glittering pink stone as she kneaded the freckled cheeks, admiring at just what a cushiony behind her friend had.

“Thanks. But I'd like to get one with a paw print. Or better yet, one with a handle shaped like a bone! Bet the boys would love pulling that out of my rump!" the girl said, savoring her friend's caresses after having the Dane piston away at her behind.

“I think you'd have to have that specially made. And it might be kind of hard to explain…"

“Any harder than your tattoos?" Maggie teased, and Liz had to cede the point.

She was glad she got her little marks but had been scared shitless about getting them, and actually took a bus to the next town over, where nobody would know who she was. A paw print wasn't exactly an unusual tattoo, but one on each hip - just above her thighs- was. And the heavily-inked girl who'd done the job had looked confused when she'd asked for it with the claws facing down. But it had been worth it – she'd sued Apollo's actual paw-print for the stencil, and when he mounted her and wrapped his paws around her waist his paws rested precisely where the tattoos were.

“You still wanna try what we were talking about?" asked Taige from a corner of the 'doghouse', taking her mouth off the hard red shaft she'd been cleaning long enough to do it.

“Yeah. It doesn't really take the boys much time to catch a second wind. The perk of being a breeding stud. But I'd rather wait for- oh, speak of the… devil?" Liz said in confusion at the sight of Racheal as she walked in beside an immensely smug wolfhound.

“Is that a leash?" Maggie asked.

“Is that a collar?" Taige added.

“He… he brought them to me…" Racheal said, blushing and trying to conceal the wet mess between her thighs, as if there was any point by now. “Then he… took me outside…" she added, chewing her lip at the recent and apparently quite fond memory.

“When you say he took you, you mean…?" Taige asked, and as a reply Racheal just parted her legs a little, showing what was unmistakably a recently-knotted pussy. Liz rolled her eyes at their antics, but she supposed it was fairly safe. The breeding business had allowed her aunt and uncle to but up the adjacent properties, and the backyard the dogs had to themselves was huge, with few neighbors close enough to hear or see the scandalous coupling. And the two pervs had definitely loved their little adventure. Racheal's legs were still trembling and Atlas had his muzzle held high as he held her leash for all to see.

“Well good thing you're here. I'm gonna go through with it so after you help me out the three of you can give your 'master' some quality time…" Liz said, teasing her friend even though she really was getting off on her relationship with the wolfhound. Racheal had confided she'd had a BDSM fetish for some time but none of her boyfriends were really up to the role Atlas was now glad to play.

“Uhm, before you do, could you get us some sharpies?" she asked, fingering her (or more recently Atlas') collar. “I want you guys to… write on me. You know, nasty stuff…" she ventured, a ridiculous request from a gorgeous young woman standing there in nothing but her glasses and a strap of leather around her neck.

Liz had to admit that it was fun though. They'd all gotten quite comfortable getting physical with other women, and it was a pleasure to run her hands over the older girl's gorgeous body as they did their best to think up lewd and appropriate things. Maggie had come up with “Bitch milkies!" which she wrote above Racheal's ample chest and Liz herself was quite proud of “This pussy LOVES doggies!" written in a pretty arch above the neat patch of pubic hair covering the girl's mons. The rest was mostly references to her being a bitch, a few colorful remarks about breeding and puppies, and by the time they were done Racheal was almost rubbing her thighs together. And once they were done, it was time to put Liz's plan into action…

*******

“Okay Apollo, now just remember to go easy on her…" Maggie insisted, and even though she knew her malamute would never harm her, given the circumstances she was glad she did.

It wasn't going to be Apollo's first time breeding her butt, since she was the only one so far Maggie had managed to talk into not only trying anal, but taking a knot between her pert cheeks. But the last time she'd let the malamute ride her rear she hadn't already had a Doberman's cock stuck in her snug little cunny and Odin's prize-winning rod between her lips. The arrangement had been a no-brainer. The Dane was quite experienced at pumping a girl's rump, but he was also the biggest one of the lot, and not having as cushiony a tush as Maggie Liz was hesitant to let him piston away at her pucker. Zeus was also out of the question since the pinscher was prone to mischief, and she needed someone who she could trust. So her loyal Apollo had been the obvious choice, and as Maggie guided him in Liz had no doubt that she'd made the right one.

Atlas was the odd one out, but the wolfhound didn't mind for two reasons. One was that he preferred to have a bitch to himself whenever he could, and three would be a definite crowd for him. The second was that the remaining three girls had decided to compensate him by straight-out worshiping his cock, which would be sure to stroke the cagey hound's ego as much as his shaft. Even now Racheal was draped over him, her pussy exposed and by the sound of it getting thoroughly eaten out as she held the thick red cock between her breasts, licking, sucking and kissing the tip sticking out if her cleavage. Taige had her face pressed under their friend's tits as she licked the wolfhounds knot, and once she was happy that Liz could handle herself, Maggie came over and made herself useful by playing with Atlas' bulging sack and kissing with Racheal around his leaky tip.

A part of Liz wondered if she had gone a little overboard, but playing with three dogs at once was an immense turn-on, and if she had to spend a night with an ice-pack between her legs it would be a small price to pay. She was sucking on Odin's red rod with what was by now expert technique, using one hand to play with his knot while her lips polished the slick canine length. The two canines behind her were obliging her by keeping still, letting her slide rear back and forth along their steely cocks.

It was a scene of unbelievable depravity, one that she wouldn't have been able to imagine mere weeks ago. But they'd reasoned that with only a summer to have this kind of fun they had to make the most of it. The rest of the girls had moved in and all of them had bailed on clothes around the house. After all, the days were warm and by nights they each had someone to curl up with. Drifting off to sleep with Apollo's knot still stuck between her thighs had become her favorite way of drifting off to dreamland.

They were starting to move now, the malamute and the Dobie, and Liz figured it was a good thing. The stimulation was putting her nervous system to the test, and she could feel little muscles she'd never really been aware of twitch and spasm at the sensation of being filled with two cocks while she suckled on a third one like a hungry calf.

Three girls seemed a bit too much for Atlas to take, and out the corner of one eye she could just make out his cock spraying as the three moaning bitches took turns closing her lips around the leaky tip. But he was a stud after all, and even after gushing and feeding his 'worshipers' the red rod stayed hard, and Liz had little doubt that the eager trio would get a second helping soon enough.

As for her, she was now at the mercy of her canine lovers. Apollo was giving it to her slow and smooth, just the way she loved it, and Zeus was doing his best to hump into her slit considering he was flat on his back. As far as Odin was concerned, the best she could do at this point was to cling to his growing knot and do her best to swallow as she moaned around his cock.

The knots going in was the last thing Liz remembered clearly, even though the girls insisted she'd never blacked out. She came to with the two massive lumps buried in her rear and between her sore folds, feeling hot and bloated as two canine cocks shot their copious loads up into her even as she struggled to swallow the third down. She felt her pucker and cunny clench up and had to fight to stay conscious as another orgasm ripped through her body. She'd had several by the times the shafts were small enough to slip out of her, managing only to roll off Zeus and let the three attentive males bathe her with their tongues.

It was a wild idea, but this was going to be a wild summer. She doubted she'd do much dating, if any, while in college, so she had to sow quite a lot of wild oats to keep her sated until she could come back for a visit. And once she graduated… well she'd always turned her aunt and uncle down when they offered to pay her for minding their dogs, so she figured they'd agree to give her Apollo as a sort of graduation present. Although she saw it more as letting the malamute move in with her. They'd get a nice little place where they could have some privacy, and start living together in sin. After all, taking a knot seemed a lot more fun than tying one…