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**The Knot Hole

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Dreixes**

Kaliya let out a soft whine as the car came to a halt. She was anxious as all hell, but she had agreed to this. Charlene was as patient as ever, which was an utter blessing. The border collie knew that she was supremely lucky to have met the gator. Sometimes, though... She sighed and whined again, snuggling down into her hoodie as she stared out the window.

"Take your time, hun," the herm assured her. "We'll get out when you're ready."

They had dropped the freshly-pregnant Felicia off at home, still packed away into her shipping box (safely transported by themselves this time, aside from airport baggage handling), and Charlene had absolutely insisted that Kaliya come out with her to celebrate. What they were celebrating was something that the border collie considered worthy of it, but she would have much preferred to have that celebration in private. She especially didn't want to have the kind of celebration that her mistress wanted to have...

And it honestly wasn't because she didn't want to have other people or... She did. She wanted to have other people. It was... it sent a shiver down her spine that made her spade clench and leak. Now that it could leak. God, that was such a good feeling. Even the unfamiliar aching burn in her stomach was good. Having an estrus cycle at all was incredibly amazing. She'd never wanted cock inside her so badly in her entire life, so much that it hurt, and it was so very, very good, but what Charlene wanted...

Charlene had insisted on taking her brand new and freshly virgin pussy for a spin, though not in the way that Kaliya had been told to expect. No, that way would come later, when they got home. The gator had brought them to the bottomless district, and to the red light area of the bottomless district specifically. The place where people went to legally fuck in pulic. Where there were places like The Knot Hole, filled with canine males and those who wanted to be fucked by them. Which they were parked right in front of.

Kaliya let out another long, plaintive whine, sinking down further into her oversized hoodie and pulling the strings on the hood tight to shut off her view, wiggling her juicy, heat-swollen spade against the seat fabric in a way that she just knew was going to stain it and stink for weeks. Not that Charlene would care about the smell; the gator was notoriously nose-dead, but holy fuck did the smell of her own heat drive the bitch wild for cock! COCK COCK COCK! Like the one on the huuuuuuuuge alpha male who'd just gone into the club, with his enormous balls dangling down, heavy with puppy batter, and his sheath straining to contain the chubby yet flaccid cock within.

"Hey, hey, sweet girl, don't do that." Charlene unlocked the front chairs and pulled her into the back seat to cuddle, pulling her head in against the gator's chest and gently stroking at her back. "Don't work yerself up inta a panic attack, hun. If it's really that bad, we can just go home, but I know that you want ta do this, and I know that you can do this. If it's just that you cain't get yerself ta do it right this second, that's fine. We can work up to it more slowly. I just figgered you'd wanna jump in with both feet, especially with that sexy stink comin' off ya."

The border collie peeled back her hood to give the reptile a skeptical look, which earned a chuckle. "Well, hell, I might not be able to smell it much a'tall, but I know how y'all mammals act 'round each other. I betcha you get at least three o' them big, hunky males sniffin' 'round yer tail within five minutes. So, howzabout we make a bet of it, huh? If I'm wrong, we'll leave. I'll take ya home, and I'll fuck ya so hard ya won't be able ta walk for a week, just like I said I would, and like I'm still gonna even if I'm right. And I betcha I'm right. So, whadda ya say, pretty bitch? How 'bout we go see if that tight little twat can lure in a nice, thick knot?"

Kaliya's ears were burning with embarrassment, shame, and frustrated, lustful excitement, pinned back firmly against her skull, but she gave a small nod, accepting the bargain. She did want to do this. Just going out in public with her body so deliciously changed was exciting. She felt like she could cum from just the slightest touch against her fortune cookie by someone interested in digging deeper into it. It was so much more sensitive now, though that might just be the heat. God, she was going to get fucked and knotted like a real and proper bitch, while she was in heat!

She gave her big, cuddly, cold-blooded mistress one last squeeze then slid over to open the side of the door and stepped out. Standing just outside the door in nothing but a hoodie, with the hood down and the collar around her neck exposed, she felt a strong shiver down her spine yet again, and a tight clench between her legs. She was leaking, the fluids trickling out to stain her inner thighs, and it was glorious. Even with the bottom of the hoodie hanging down low enough to be a skirt, she felt utterly indecent, utterly wanton, like everyone was staring at her and knew that she was in heat. Heat more than that from estrus flooded up through her, and she just stood shivering until the gator gave her a gentle pat on the hip. She hastily stepped aside so that Charlene could exit the vehicle.

Then her mistress clipped the leash to the front of her collar, and a whole new set of shivers rippled down her back. When Charlene stepped forward, she followed along meekly behind like the good girl that she was, ears pinned back with embarrassment despite her furiously wagging tail. She had her hands stuffed into the front pocket of her hoodie, stretching it downwards so that she could rub at the tip of her leaking spade through the fabric, and barely noticed when they passed through the entrance of the club. She had to pull one hand out to show her ID and get a bracelet to show her status, but then it went right back in so that she could continue to teasingly finger herself. She just kept her eyes on the gator's feet, following along, and only really took notice when she was directed to sit.

The chair was... strange. It had the usual arch cut out of the back for tails, but the seat also had an arc cut out of it so that... Oh. She hesitantly pulled up the hem of her hoodie as she sat so that her swollen, dripping spade was plainly displayed through the hole in the seat, giving her mistress a pleading whine, but the reptile just grinned.

"Want me ta order a drink for ya? A little liquid courage might do ya good. Oh, 'n here comes tha first one. Mph, nah, he ain't gonna do at all."

Kaliya glanced over her shoulder to see a rather handsome fox approaching, though a glance down showed that he was a little... lacking. She glanced back to her mistress in time to see a dismissive wave. They were in a kind of half-booth, with the gator against a wall, and herself with her ass hanging out towards the center of the club. Plainly, the arrangement was for pairs like themselves, as she could see from glancing at other nearby tables. Those who were sitting on the outside were there for the picking, but the person on the booth side had the option to veto anyone approaching. She turned back to Charlene to see her mistress tapping out something on the built in order tablet and decided not to ask what it was.

Then she felt a pair of large, firm hands against her shoulders and something hot and hard slipping against her ass, the hot, leaking tip bumping against the rounded back of her spade. She straightened instantly, eyes going wide, and she very nearly clocked the guy despite the flare of flaming desire that shot through her. She just barely managed to restrain herself, and he seemed to catch the tensing of her muscles because his hands left her to hover slightly outside of her shoulders.

"Hey, hey, sorry, no offense," came a deep, rumbling voice laced with a dominant, confident growl that vibrated her bones and made the inside of her pussy feel like a water spigot had just turned on. "I saw you were available, and I thought you might like some company. If your... friend says it's okay?"

"Her mistress," the gator corrected. "Name's Charlene. Call me Charly 'n I'll neuter ya, got me? Come on over 'n sit a while. We need one more 'fore I win tha bet."

"Funny. My name's Charlie. Or Charles, if you wanna be formal. What bet?"

When he stepped past Kaliya to shake Charlene's hand, the border collie very nearly came just from the sight of him. He was massive, both in size and in... size. His sheath was almost as tall and broad as that of her mistress, and it was big enough around that she didn't think she would be able to encompass it with a single hand. He had a good inch and a half of lipstick showing, and she didn't even think he was starting to get hard yet! Oh... It was the one she'd seen going in from the car. Charlene made room for him on the bench, and he slid in beside the reptile, grinning and offering a hand to the border collie as well.

"Kaliya," she introduced herself, and instead of shaking, he turned her hand and bent over it to plant a kiss on the back, which made her blush furiously.

"That's a beautiful name, sweet girl," he complimented, making her blush even worse. It felt like her entire body was on fire, but she had to be making a puddle beneath the chair. "So, I gotta ask. Why would a virgin in heat come to a place like this?"

Kaliya's eyes grew even wider with alarm, but Charlene reached across to take her other hand, pointing to the pink bracelet around her wrist. "White for virgin, red for heat, so pink for you, sweetheart. You wanna tell 'im?"

The border collie gulped and took a few deep breaths to calm herself and gather her thoughts before answering. "Mistress wanted to show me off, and prove that there would be people interested in me, so she brought me here. I... recently had a rejuvenation cycle, paid for by a friend, so... that's how I'm a virgin again."

He nodded and grinned, finally leaning back in the booth seat. "Ah, a rejuv virgin. Those are always the tightest, and they tend to add in a bit of extra stretch, if you go to one that's any good. I'm sure you enjoy it. But what's the bet?"

"She bet that three males would try within the first five minutes. You're the second."

His grin grew wider, and he nodded over her shoulder. She glanced back and saw a rather hesitant doberman approaching. She had always thought the breed was exceptionally beautiful with its sleek lines and stark colorations, and this one was no exception. He was also packing a rather plump sheath, which made her drool, but he was darting glances back and forth between the two on the bench. Kaliya turned back to give her mistress a plaintive, eager whine, her tail wagging fast enough to set up a breeze. The gator's grin was as wide as the wolf's, and she beckoned the doberman over.

"Don't worry, pretty bitch," the wolf rumbled. "He doesn't look big enough that it'll do much. It'll still feel like your first time when I take you."

Kaliya was quivering in every way possible when gentle hands slid up along her shoulders and down her arms, a friendly nose snuffling against the back of her neck and up around her ears.

"I'm Bradley. If you're not taken, maybe you'd like to be?"

He sounded a lot more confident now that he'd been invited, and he pressed his chest against her back. It was... firm. And warm. Dobermans had much thinner fur than border collies, but she could still feel the warmth of him radiating through her coat and hoodie. It made her pant, and she nodded vigorously with a soft whine.

Then she felt him. Felt the fur of his sheath brushing up against the back of her rump, felt the peeking tip of his cock gliding against her, a gentle tug on her tail. She bent forward to rest her elbows atop the table and slid her butt further back, presenting it as best she could, and he reached down to massage her cheeks. Then it brushed against her spade, teasing against the y-shaped cleft. She trembled, fighting hard not to cum immediately, but then it dipped inside her. She lost it.

Gritting her teeth, she felt herself clamp down on the little bit of him that was inside her, her empty tunnel rippling and clenching, juices flooding out of her, and it felt better than any orgasm she'd ever had in her life. The doberman kissed the back of her neck and stroked at her sides, chuckling softly.

"Well, I know I'm not that good. Waited too long to get some?"

"S'been a week, 'n you got the first cock's touched 'er," Charlene answered, and he chuckled again.

"If she's so sensitive, then I'll be gentle."

And he was, he was, taking it inch by inch and riding out her orgasms. Once he got his sheath pressed up against her fortune cookie, he gave her a good half a minute to adjust to the feeling of him inside her before he began to thrust. And he took his time with that, too, giving her time to enjoy it, to adjust to it, to push through the constant, involuntary orgasms that kept rippling through her from pure overstimulation. And when he felt her finally calm, only then did he start really giving it to her.

She was gripping the edge of the table, drooling onto it, occasionally lapping at the cool liquid in the glass that had appeared just beneath her chin. The liquid burned as it slipped down her throat, probably alcohol, but the burning in her other end was worse. Better. The friction against her inner walls was fantastic, sending impulses along nerves that had been so aching for attention that finally getting some pushed over into pain, but now... now... oh, it felt so beautifully, wonderfully good. And she whiiiiiined at the joy of it. Especially when she felt the swell of his knot starting to pop in and out of her, slowly growing wider each time it did so. It began sparking a whole new cascade of orgasms, which she howled her way through. The fact that she heard other voices join her own only enhanced the experience, and she nearly went hoarse when his knot finally locked inside of her. He gave several hard tugs, testing the tie, then she felt the blast of hot wetness inside as he came.

She very nearly wished that she had opted not to have the birth control implant, but she knew that was the heat talking. She wasn't ready for puppies, not now and maybe not ever. A feral puppy maybe. She had lost her dog four years ago and missed her little girl very badly. But oooooh, even snuggling with her dog on a cold, rainy night after a bad day at work hadn't felt this kind of good. This was the kind of feeling that she'd craved, even after her surgery, and she had needed this so very, very badly...

She felt him tug on the tie some immeasurable time later and let out a low moan. Her head was resting on the table somehow, and she slowly lifted it to pant at Charlene. The gator and wolf across from her reached out to take her hands, stroking at their backs as the doberman gently pulled himself free, and she felt the cum draining out of her. She was almost sad to have it go, but she was pretty sure... very sure that it would be replaced soon enough.

She found herself being gently lifted and carried, and then she was snuggling between the two very large bodies on the bench side, slowly gathering her senses. She was grateful for the cool, crisp water that was lifted up to her lips every so often as she tried to get her eyes to focus on anything. She felt something soft and soggy beneath her and reached down to feel that a towel had been placed beneath her. It made sense. She must be an absolute mess down there, leaking all over the place. She managed to get her hands on the glass in front of her and sip from it all on her own. She was quite proud of that accomplishment.

She was starting to get a handle on things. Her upper body was leaning slightly to the left, pressing up against the cool, scaled flesh of the reptile, while her lower body was tugged firmly to the right, an arm behind her back and a hand around her waist tugging her firmly against the canine. She felt her tail starting to slap against either side of the slot it had been put through at the mere thought of that huge, hunky wolf fitting himself inside of her. Glancing down at his groin, she could tell he had been right: she might as well still be a virgin for him, even after the doberman's knotting.

"Coming back to us, then?" he rumbled, and she tucked her ears as they flushed red. "Hey, don't worry about it. My sister was the same way after her transition. She said it wasn't so much that it felt all that different, in a physical sense, but that knowing she was fully female made all the difference. Savor the memories. Heh, if you have any."

She glanced up at him with alarm, then turned a deeply hurt glare on the gator, who was already holding up her free hand defensively. "Don'chu look at me like that. I din't say a damn thing 'bout nothin', girl. He figgered it out all on 'is own, 'n I told 'im 'e could take it up wi'chu, if'n 'e wanted any answer on it."

She flopped her head against Charlene's breast with a whine, ashamed at her silent accusation. Of course the herm wouldn't have said anything. She wanted to cry and sink through the bench, but instead she found herself being pulled over and onto the wolf's lap. She couldn't even recall his name, though she was pretty sure he'd introduced himself. He set her straddling so that her throbbing, aching spade was nestled against his huge, heavy balls and his dangerously thick sheath was pressing against her stomach, her head resting against his chest. He cupped her lower back with one hand and stroked at her neck and shoulders with the other, a low rumble of growl vibrating his chest. She was also swamped in the thick, musky, masculine scent of alpha male, and it made her relax out of pure instinct. She was safe in his arms, her submissive self in the protective grip of an alpha.

When she cautiously peered up at him, he was looking down at her with a kind smile. "Don't worry about it, little girl. Like I said, my sister went through the same thing. Do you really think it would make any difference to me when I'm the one who had the honor of popping my sister's cherry?"

The border collie blushed very deeply, feeling her nose going dry from the heat of it, her tail thumping against the insides of his thighs as it fanned back and forth. "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for, pretty bitch," he reassured her, leaning down to give her nose a lick and using the opportunity to suck in a deep whiff of her scent, which sent an all new rumble through him. A very hungry rumble that shook her to her core and made her somehow even wetter than she'd already been. "I'd do you like I did her, but I think you need some loosening up before you take it that rough. How about we stay like this, hm? You can set your own pace and depth so that I don't hurt you. Sound like a plan?"

Kaliya lifted her hands to rest against his shoulders and pulled herself up to nuzzle and lick beneath his chin like a begging pup. Yet at the same time, she ground her spade against the hard, thick meat between his legs, stroking over sheath fur then bare flesh and back, slicking him with her lovely natural lubrication. He chuckled and took hold of her rump with both hands, maneuvering her so that the point of his massively wide tip was nestled just at the right spot for her to sink downwards and feel him start to spread her. Her eyes widened as it just seemed to get thicker and thicker, and she hadn't even gotten past the wedge. It was at least three fingers thick, and her entrance was starting to ache when he gave her a slight downward tug. She gritted her teeth against the slight pain of her muscles being stretched so far, but she felt him pop in. She panted and whined, fingers gripping tightly at his fur, but he let her sit there as her spasming muscles slowly relaxed and adjusted to the size of him.

And as her body accepted him, he was growing to fill it and doing it so much more fully than the doberman had. And so much more deeply than the doberman had! Her eyes grew even wider, ears twitching randomly as if trying to find some strange sound, feeling places that hadn't yet been touched getting touched, spread, stretched, strained. Her jaws gaped and her tongue was draped down and dangling. Then she felt his tip press against something inside, squish and flatten, and felt the round swell of his deflated knot kiss her lips. Her jaws snapped shut, and she looked up at him with fear.

"Don't you worry, pretty girl," he told her, giving her another friendly lick. "I've got it into smaller bitches than you. It's what you're made for, right?"

She whined but nodded. A glance at Charlene for reassurance showed the gator was watching her with voyeuristic glee, squeezing at the base of her own ridiculously large cock. Kaliya whined again, but she got an encouraging nod, so she turned her attention back to the wolf. He ran his hands up along her back with his nails dragging lightly against her spine, then dug them in to drag across her shoulder blades. It sent a delicious shiver down to her pussy, which began clenching and flexing all on its own.

It wasn't an orgasm, not quite, but more of an aftershock or maybe a precursor, but it made her want more. With his hands gently sliding up and down her sides, she pushed against the booth bench to lift herself. There was a kind of suction as he slipped out of her, dragging at her womb, making the ache deep inside burn all the more fiercely, and she found herself pressing back downwards before she had gotten more than half of the way up. His tip hit the end of her tunnel with a thunk that she felt more than heard, though the sticky smack of his knot against her spade was audible even over the muted sounds of the club. It made her realize that there must be some kind of audio dampener around the booth seat, probably around all of the seating areas, to keep each set from being distracted by the others, though they could still hear the howls and whines and thumping of bodies faintly.

It almost made her feel like she was alone with the wolf and gator, though she could look to either side and see others being just as public about their displays as herself, and even worse was happening on the central floor. She turned back to face the wolf and let out a yelp as he flexed inside of her. It was hard enough to pull her stomach flush with his before he let it relax, and he just wiggled his brows at her.

"Wh-what... what's your name again?" the border collie asked, embarrassed.

"Charlie," he answered and gave her another nose lick.

"Charlie... will you... will you take me like your sister?"

His kind smile became a hungry, feral grin, but he was a true alpha and gentleman. "Are you sure about that? It's going to hurt if I do that."

"I... I like it to hurt some. Sometimes I like it to hurt a lot."

He let out another rumbling growl, deep enough to rattle Kaliya's bones and vibrate the cock inside her, and settled her down snugly against his knot while pressing her firmly to his chest and stomach. Then he shuffled in the booth to get his legs beneath him. The border collie heard the scrape of glass across the tabletop when Charlene moved their drinks out of the way, and then she was laying atop the cool wood with Charlie looming over her in a way that made her quiver with a slight bit of fear, a large amount of submissive delight, and a metric fuckload of pure, pristine, lustful need. The massive, muscley wolf leaned down to drag his fangs across her throat, and she lost herself to the fluttery, floating, trembling sensations of a light orgasm.

Even while she was still rolling in those blissful waves, he started thrusting. He took hold of her ankles and pulled them up so that her paws were pressed against the table on either side of her head, her hind end twisted upwards towards him so that he could drive down into her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him from doing just that. He slammed into her so hard the table rattled. His knot, not even starting to swell yet, flattened her spade like paper against her pelvis. His tip smashed against the entrance to her womb hard enough that she knew it was going to be bruised. Then he did it again.

Her breath left her in an inarticulate squeal, and she came with blinding force. Her world shrank down to the telephone-pole-thick cock that was stretching her inner walls to the thinness of tissue paper, the painful thump of hard male flesh straining to penetrate her tender feminine defenses, the soft fwap of heavy balls bouncing off of her hind end and lower back, and the juicy sound that his meat piston made as it pummeled her insides and tried to suck her brand new ovaries out through her equally new fallopian tubes. She felt the rush crashing down again and again over her with each thrust that he made, each wave building upon the last so that she was utterly awash in the burning ecstasy of the moment, like a small fish caught in a tide pool as the ocean crashed in to try and sweep her out again. Except outside the tide pool was an even larger, deeper world of pleasure, and she wasn't ready for that yet. This was enough for now, and she struggled to hang onto what little sanity remained her so that she could keep herself from going completely over that final edge.

That last little bit, that final bit of pleasure, was reserved for one person only: Charlene. Only the gator would be allowed to shake her completely loose so that she lost all control of herself, her reactions, her body. Her mistress was the only one she was willing to give herself fully to, even if Charlie was the hunkiest hunk of alpha wolf that she'd ever met. He was kind, he was gentle, he was powerful, he was charismatic, he was dominant, and he smelled absolutely amazing. Not to mention feeling like he was going to pound her through the floor. The tables had obviously been reinforced to resist just this kind of treatment, which was a very good thing. It would be a pretty hilarious story to tell at the hospital, but she'd prefer not to get fucked into a concussion.

Oooooh, but getting fucked into a coma was perfectly on the menu, and the feeling of his knot forcing her spade even wider was heaven. He was so big she was afraid that it wouldn't fit, couldn't possibly fit, would break her, but it really wasn't any wider than Charlene at maximum thickness. Despite her restored virginity, she had taken cocks that large before and could easily take them now. She had been assured that she could by the Charmings, and they were being proven correct. She felt it push past the tight ring of her entrance, her body snapping down onto the base behind it, and then it began to swell. It mashed every single pleasure center she had and found more that she never knew existed. They might well not have existed before her genetic transition, and they propelled her over the moon and into interstellar space.

When she started to come back down after her out-of-body experience, she couldn't get her limbs to function. She was still sprawled across the table and achingly empty. Air caressed her inner walls, hot seed oozing out down the crack of her ass to puddle. But not all of it. She felt bloated in a way that she'd never experienced before, somewhere below her stomach but above her bladder, a new place that sloshed with wet heat. She wished that she could feel at her belly to see if it was rounded, but the best she could manage was to weakly flop her hand and twitch her paws, gurgling out an incoherent moan.

She was sore in the most delicious way, and she could look forward to more of it once they got home, but this was most definitely good enough for right now. It was perfect for right now, and when she felt herself being pulled back down onto the booth seat, she didn't even bother to attempt helping them. She let them snuggle her in between them then tried not to choke on or spill the water that they trickled between her lips. The border collie just let herself melt and drip and ooze and waited for the world outside of her cunt to matter again.

When it did, she found that she was being wracked by the occasional shiver, aftershocks of the delirious heights that she'd been taken to. She dragged a glass of clear liquid towards her and leant her head down to lap at it, thankful that it turned out to be water instead of something stronger. Charlene chuckled and gave her shoulders a squeeze.

"Well, pretty girl, I do very much think you enjoyed the hell out o' that," the gator observed. "If ya got yer marbles back in line enough to answer a question, I got one for ya that I'm sure I already know the answer to." Kaliya cocked her head in the reptile's direction and was met by a wide, predatory grin. "How's about I give ole Charlie here yer leash fer tha night, 'n we go on home. Ya know I like watchin' as much as anythin', 'n I wanna watch you lose that last little shred of control. Back in private, where I know you can, and will. Fer me."

Kaliya whined and clenched her teeth as another powerful aftershock ripped through her and nodded her head in vigorous agreement.

The End