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I have a lot of stories that I write, you know, about myself. A lot of them are embarrassing but it helps to get them out there. I guess at some point I would have to record the big one. My therapist suggested I write it out and keep it to myself, but I might as well put it out there.

I got married.

His name was Gobby Grace, a chubby little hound dog, barely a hand taller than me, which is saying something. We would have to piggyback to reach the top shelf. He was kind of passive and quiet, but he was so attentive and... warm. You'd have to meet him.

Speaking of which, we met when his roommate hosted a game night out of their apartment. At the time I was struggling with my depression, but the group egged me on to run a game of D&D. I instead introduced them to Dungeon Fantasy, and our campaign went on for about five sessions before Gobby got interested. He joined session six as a Holy Warrior of Salor, and he delivered corny dialog like it was going out of style.

After session seven, he asked me to hang out and watch a movie. We watched the most recent Star Wars sequel... I don't remember which one it was, I was kind of distracted by the company. I figured it was going to be a one night stand, but we kept up with each other.

He called me his muse. He was sort of a writer. Indie published, sci-fi adventures about robots taking over the world, and creating a utopia, but the heroes... oh, it was kind of complicated and it was sort of back seat to his main job as a burger flipper. We talked everyday. He made me feel validated. Like I mattered as more than a piece of ass.

The sex wasn't great. He gave good head, but he had "performance anxiety" often. I mean, there were some times when he would pound away at me like a mad man and knot me. I would go into detail, but that's not the story I'm telling.

The gaming group dissolved pretty quickly. Apparently Gobby got to me, when two of the other players were trying to build up the courage to ask me out. Gobby and I didn't mind much. He would take me out and buy me all sorts of gifts and take me to nice dinners. It took me a good long while to realize something was wrong... I'm not super smart about money it turns out.

Gobby was selling drugs. I found out, and immediately broke it off with him. I wasn't going to deal with that sort of shit, and I knew that it led to nothing but trouble. His response was to continue texting me everyday. No matter how many times he said he was going to change, I wouldn't hear it. Then he pulled a stunt...

So he approached me at work, with the lab results of a drug test in hand, and in the other he had an engagement ring.

Flash forward five months, and the big day had arrived. I still remember the feeling of seeing my foxy self in the mirror. I had tried on the dress before, but with all the makeup and the bouquet of white roses in hand... my hair up in a crazy fancy bun... and just knowing my Gobby would see me like this for the first time. I felt beautiful, which wasn't something I could say most days. That is most days before meeting Gobby.

Then a door opened to the changing room, a hippo rushed in, thunder in her stride. She noticed me then winced. Her steps lightened a bit before she whispered to my seamstress. The new information startled her, but she did not divulge it to me, instead continuing to get me ready for my big day.

After I was ready, they took me through to the main hall. Though neither of us were religious, we got married in a church. It was a cheap venue and his family insisted. It didn't hurt that the nave was very well kept and quite beautiful.

Something was wrong though. In our rehearsals Gobby would enter first. On the event, I walked down the aisle to the officiant by myself. Some of the audience noticed, but the rest were ooing and awwing at me... and that made my tummy flutter enough to be okay with the situation.

Not long after I made it to the stage, the doors opened again, and a very nervous Gobby stepped in. I let out a sigh of relief, and we made eye contact. He then took me in with a look of awe, and his nerve smoothed a bit. He approached with a little chubby puppy stride, which looked adorable in his tux.

We had minimalistic vows. As a joke, we were going to use the vows from the Invention of Lying, but that probably would have made just about everyone mad. So we went with something a little more personal, and maybe a little prompt.

"I love you," I recanted from memory, "and I hope to always love you. That love will only be surpassed when we give our mothers some grandchildren. For now, and forever, we will be together. You'll always be my man in the clouds."

Gobby returned, "And you'll always be my muse. Forever isn't enough time for me to express my love for you..." Then he sort of went off script. "I will always remember the night we met, around the kitchen table, where you were our game master. I could barely contain the immediate attraction I had for you, but had to keep cool in front of the boys. I had to make my move quick, and that was the best decision of my life. Soon you were in my thoughts every day, making me into a better me, inspiring me in my writing and my day job, may hopefully they become one in the same." There was a quite laugh from the crowd. "You complete me, and I'll never let you go."

He then slid the ring on my finger. It wasn't an impressive stone, but, budget or not, I fell in love with the ring the moment I saw it.

I noticed a tear in his eye, and realized there was one of my own. The officiant said his bit, I wasn't really paying attention until he ended with, "Now kiss the girl already."

Gobby took my cheek in one paw, and kissed me long and hard. In the distance, past the fireworks in my head, there was applause with many hoots and much hollering. When our lips unwrapped from each other the officiant shouted, "I give yall Mr and Mrs Gobby Grace."

We took each other hand in hand and we rushed through the audience to the big wooden doors while being pelted with rice to more applause. At the last moment, I raised the bouquet of white roses as if I was going to throw it, then I laughed, "I think I'm going to keep it."

Gobby then opened the backseat door to the limo, and I slid in. He followed a dopey grin on his face. We rode off tongue tied in a passionate kiss with the words "just mated" written on the back window.

I broke the kiss to breath, something I just realized I wasn't doing a lot of. Gobby looked forward to the driver and stared. I tried for another kiss, but he was too distracted to return it. I grabbed him by the bow tie and tried to drag him into the kiss, but he was wearing a pretty shocked expression.

I then followed his eyes to the driver. I didn't recognize the man. That didn't strike me as odd, and we were on route to the fancy hotel we were planning on staying the evening at, so...

"Is something wrong?" I asked my husband.

Gobby looked at me and displayed his complete lack of a poker face. His tongue was lawled out and he was panting hard. He couldn't look me in the eyes.

"What?" I asked, a little spooked.

He raised his paws like he was going to answer, but we had already arrived at our destination. The big fancy hotel was a little out of our normal price range, but we wanted privacy on our first night together so we booked... not the penthouse, but one of the nicer rooms. A couple of writers, we weren't made of money.

A rather muscular lion in a suit nicer than Gobby's by a noticeable degree, even to my untrained eye, waited for our limo to stop. He then opened the door for me to get out. So I did, and Gobby shortly followed. The lion then walked with us past the front desk and to the elevator. I thought this was completely unnecessary, but the man insisted rather firmly that he would escort us.

He then guided us to our room, and by the color Gobby was turning, I had the sudden feeling that I didn't want to be there. I tried back for the elevator, but the lion grinned and took me by the shoulder It took little effort for the man to drag me to the hotel room. He knocked three times and the door was opened from the inside.

Inside there were four more thugs, all towering above us the way the lion did. The grizzly who opened the door simply grabbed Gobby by the throat and threw the hound inside. Gobby didn't even resist. It was like he knew it was coming. Maybe he did.

I struggled against the lion's grip until he let his claws dig a bit into my shoulder. My submissive nature kicked in, so he only had to casually drag me in. The door closed behind us and I couldn't find the voice to scream in protest.

"So I hear you just got hitched," a big muscular shark grinned around a big smoking cigar, "Weddings are pretty expensive, I hear. Lots of money poured into the event. Funny."

Gobby tried to say something but the grizzly stomped on his back pushing him to the ground.

"Funny," the shark repeated, as if trying to remember what he was saying, "Last time we spoke you said you didn't have any money to spare."

"I'm working on it" Gobby cried while pinned to the floor, "I'll have your money, just please leave Minnie out of this."

A chill ran up my spine as those words hit me. Two of the thugs, a timberwolf and a Hyena were holding cameras, the wolf's on a tripod. The spotted hyena let out a little laugh as I realized what was about to happen.

The shark grinned a broad toothy grin, somehow not cutting his cigar in two, "Gobby, please," he puffed a smoke ring thoughtfully, "we both know your starving artist career isn't going anywhere."

"Please..." Gobby cried, "Just a little more time."

The shark snapped his fingers and I was thrust his way. Both cameras were trained on me as the shark gave me an appraisal. His hands went over my body, and I gave as much protest as I could... only for him to take both my wrists in hand bring them down to the arc of my back.

"You're really settling for something this chunky?" He gave my ass a squeeze, "Well, she's got it where it counts at least... and she's a bit of a 'right height'."

"They're called 'shortstacks' nowadays," the hyena chimed in.

The shark chuckled, "Shortstack? I like it." He then pushed me onto the king sized bed, "Okay... Minnie? Was it?" He paused for a long moment before adding, "Your name, please?"

I shuddered, "Minishia."

"Louder," the shark demanded, "For the mic."

I then noticed the microphone hanging above me. I looked about the room, hoping to find something that could give me an edge, something to fight with. That's what the heroes in Gobby's novels would do. I just needed a weapon to fend off... five thugs who could easily rip me in two with their bare hands. Right...

"Minishia Hi-" I nearly said my maiden name, "I'm Minnie Grace."

"Alright, Minnie," the shark grinned, "Or would you prefer Mrs. Grace?" There was a round of chuckles, "Well Mrs. Grace, my name is Mr Biggs, and I have a... proposal... for you." The would be pun gathered no amusement. "You see, your new hubby," the cameras panned to see Gobby sitting in a chair very tensely with the lion digging a claw into his shoulder, "You see, he owes us a lot of money."

I didn't know how my face looked but apparently it was amusing.

"Did he forget to tell you that?" Biggs shrugged, "Funny what slips the mind."

"You're hamming it up a little much boss," the hyena pointed out, "viewers are likely to skip all this anyways."

"You're right," Biggs grinned, "Let's get to the point. I'm offering to let him off the hook, but I'm offering it to you. The choice, I mean. If you let us have a little fun, we'll let your hubby off the hook." Biggs then glanced about, "Or don't, and we'll turn off the cameras, and have our fun anyways."

"Real nice," the hyena rolled her eyes.

I stared at the shark for a long while. I had no intention of letting him have me... I'd kick and scream and make the neighbors call the cops if I could. Then I looked at Gobby.

A pit sank in my stomach.

My little hound dog had tears rolling down his snout. Snot trickled from his nose. And he sniffled every few seconds. He couldn't look at me.

I turned to the shark and said, "Go fuck yourself."

"Welp," the hyena said, turning her camera off, "That's that. I guess you'll have first dibs Boss, how are we divvying up order from there?"

"Hold on," Biggs didn't lose his composure, "How does Mr Grace feel about this?"

So after Gobby's little stunt where he proposed to me and up until this moment, I never questioned his loyalty or honesty. I never second guessed the marriage. I never thought my little hound was a weak man. But at that moment.

"Please," Gobby sobbed, "I don't want them to hurt you."

The hyena turned her camera back on, "You got that River?"

The wolf gave a thumbs up.

***

"Well?" Biggs asked me.

"I won't enjoy it," I crossed my arms.

"That sounds like a challenge," the hyena chuckled.

"It does," the shark grinned, taking off his shirt. Gods, he was muscular... covered in scars and ink. The man looked like he weighed three hundred pounds and only his hefty barrel belly hinted of any fat. His pants went next, he was already erect, each of his twin dicks.

My eyes drew wide, and I glanced at my groom who was being forced to watch. He was quite surprised by that reveal.

Biggs grabbed me by the ankle, pulled me to the edge of the bed, and rolled me onto my belly. His hand found the hem of my wedding dress and lifted, revealing my rather ample thighs in white stockings. I intended Gobby to be the one to discover I wasn't wearing any panties under, but that plan went out the window.

"Oh man, Mr. Grace," the hyena snickered, "She was hot and ready for you."

"Let me be the judge of that," Biggs swiped his fingers across my womanhood, and I quickly realized something horrible. The shark laughed, "She's in heat!"

I blushed, and my gaze returned to my groom, who was to my surprise sporting a lump in his slacks. I looked away quickly in hopes no one else would notice, but the laughing hyena caught my gaze and walked over to my hound.

"What's this," she unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, "Little cuck here's already hard."

I tried to come up with words of protest, but found my leg pulled up above me. The shark had turned me on my side and had pulled out some lube. I tried to protest, but his finger was already applying said lube to my... well, not the hole I like toyed with... before I could think through the words to say. I felt myself clinch around his slippery fingers, but that didn't stop him in the slightest. He probed me confidently and... it felt good? Well, not protestable, though protest I did.

His finger slid out and he applied lube to, thankfully, both of his monster sized members. He then, without any more preamble took me to the hilt in both holes simultaneously. The feeling was like nothing I had experienced before. I was so full, so utterly stuffed that my mind went blank. I felt myself clench down on him twice over as I twisted in ecstasy.

"Damn boss," the hyena laughed, "You don't fuck around."

I was so dizzy, it took me a moment to realize that Biggs was already pounding into me. The intense tactile rush was what gave it away. Little bits of pain as he continued to bottom out in my needing pussy were masked by the pain of having him in my ass. No amount of lube would stop that. I fumbled for words, but couldn't think through the mind numbing good, old fucking he was giving me.

The shark wasted no time, he didn't build up to speed like a gentle lover. He just rammed me for all I could take and then some. There was no lovemaking, just a man and a pair of holes, my attachment to those holes didn't matter in the least. Yet, I found myself screaming, not from the pain, but from pleasure.

It felt like an eternity, but a couple minutes passed before his thrusts slowed and became deliberate. He rammed me good and hard, and I realized he was about to cum. I tried to beg for him not to, but my brain was swimming on endorphins, and my body... my body screamed for him to breed me. Sure enough, with one final thrust, he filled me to the brim with his potent seed.

He lay atop me for a moment, breathing notably less heavy than I was. It took him a moment to pick himself back up. I watch him, dazed. The giant of a man, took his time redressing himself, never giving up the cigar he was smoking.

"You're done, Boss?" The hyena questioned, "That's hardly a show."

Mr Biggs took a moment to adjust his tie before responding, "Have at her."

There was a murmur of approval from his coterie, but the post pounding daze made me only vaguely aware of them. One of them, I think it was the grizzly grabbed the base of my tail and dragged me back to the side of the bed. I was then flashed a toothy grin from the Wolf... River, I suppose... as he finished lining up a shot so he could join in.

"Ho now," the hyena laughed, "Give her a little chance to recover."

"Fuck that," River returned, "I'm going to fuck her pretty little mouth. Got dibs. Only hole left not already slimed." But before he had a chance to even get his dick out, I was penetrated once more.

Thankfully not as well endowed as Mr Biggs, the grizzly was still ample enough to force a gasp from my lips. He wasn't as rough as the shark either, but he didn't give me any curiosity in the deed. All business, and only his pleasure. Why did that turn me on so much?

Suddenly I was aware of River's dick inches from my face. It was just as big as Biggs, if you ignored the throbbing knot. I shook my head in protest, but he simply grabbed me by the cheeks and lined me up.

"Don't..." I managed to say, "Stop..." my protest was as impotent as my groom.

"Don't stop?" The hyena barked, "You heard her. Don't stop until she's fully spent."

I had lost my glasses at some point, and my tears were blocking my view anyway, so the next bit is a sort of blur. But I felt the wolf pry open my jaw, and slowly slide himself in. He was so salty and musky I gagged on flavor alone, much less the rough way he grabbed me by the cheeks and stared pounding away.

"I think she's already spent," River responded, "Maybe you won't even get a turn."

For a brief second I thought enough to bite down on the salty manhood. Maybe try to kick the bear violating me as well. But what was the point? The truth is, I felt amazing being used like that. Two strong men, taking what they wanted from me and giving me the fucking of a lifetime. It was just too much.

Then the knot slid in. I couldn't breath for a second, as my nose was full of snot, and my mouth was suddenly full of warm, fresh seed and also a giant dick.

"That was fast," the Hyena taunted.

"Fuck off," River tried to pull out, failed, then added, "You know how I feel about these little sluts. Can't hold it in. Just too hot to see them broken in." With another attempt he popped free, "That's better."

I could breath again, which was great because I needed to moan and yip due to the grizzly pounding my pussy in. He had been speeding up gradually, now throwing me about, doggy style, on fast forward. River's missing stamina was obviously made up for by his partner.

There was a thud, and I turned to see the blurry form of Gobby being bend over the side of the bed by the lion. His pants had been removed and the Hyena was focusing her camera on him.

"Now this is what I'm talking about," the Hyena said. They pushed Gobby closer, so that our faces were only inches away from each other. "What do you think, Mr Grace? How's the honeymoon so far?"

I could barely hear his voice, but he only offered two words, "I'm sorry."

I tried to respond, but my brain was starting to melt from the grizzly's near light speed pounding.

"Feeling left out?" The hyena laughed, "Tell you what, me and Tony here..."

"Mandla," the lion corrected.

The hyena rolled her eyes, "Me and Random Thug #3 here, aren't too into girls. So we're going to let you join in on the fun."

I tried to protest, but couldn't form words that weren't "fuck... please..."

Gobby didn't even try.

Soon the Hyena had shed her own pants to reveal her psuedopenis. Mr Biggs tossed her the lube which she caught, and applied a ridiculous amount of. She then slipped into Gobby who cried out immediately.

Seeing this must have triggered something in the grizzly's sex drive. As soon as Gobby received her full length, I was pumped full of a new load.

At this point, I sort of conked out. I was vaguely aware of my groom being fucked in the ass, but it was background noise. All I could think about was... how much I enjoyed this.

I watched Gobby lose his anal virginity in a state of bemusement. His cries were two parts pain to one part pleasure, and I knew him well enough to know he'd never let himself live this down. But I didn't say anything. I really couldn't do anything either.

So I watched.

It didn't take long before Gobby came all over the side of the bed. The Hyena then orgasmed and suddenly had no more wise cracks to make. Tony/Mandla started to make a move on Gobby, but then thought better of it, the message had already been sent.

After that night Gobby never said more than two words to me. He filed for a divorce, and it took me a bit of soul searching before I agreed to go through with it.

My mother continued to nag me about Gobby for years, but she sort of stopped when I eventually got back into the dating game. And eventually I had all but forgotten about him. Or so I liked to tell myself. It's nearly a decade later and thinking about him still makes me tear up a little.

But my current relationship is going well. Maybe it'll last. But that's a story for another time.