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Yarrow hummed to herself as she strutted in through the double-wide doors. It was late afternoon, and the dalmatian yawned sleepily to herself, shrugging the plastic bag filled with snacks, some odd bits of sushi that she was pretty sure only technically matched the description, and just a small bit of some special lube they were selling on a display. She still wasn't quite sure what she was going to do with it- Opening a plastic pouch meant for human hands was bound to squirt out most of it beyond use- But the letters were some neon green, and when laid against some field of cyberpunk sunflowers so carefully shaped like phalluses- It would just go great on the shelf behind her while on camera. Little touches. She could hear the buzz of messages- Surely of people commenting on her purchases- From the phone slotted in on her right shoulder of the harness- But with her mouth full with the bag, it wouldn't be a feasible thing to check. Normally she'd have had the clerk just hook the bag around her back, but the camera was mounted there- And that needed to be as straight as could be, or the stabilizer might not work so well. She wasn't sure if that was actually the case- It was an expensive bit of hardware, and surely would perform well- But it was her first time live streaming out in the world and she wanted to make sure everything was as good as it could be. Her only real regret was that her audience wouldn't fully be able to see the sly grin spread about her face.

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Scene: Describe bathroom. A pair of brothers enter, steal her camera and start recording themselves molesting Yarrow. Brother 1 initiates vaginal sex. Brother 2 completes oral.

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She could feel his cum slopping into her. There wasn't nearly as much as there would have been if he were canine, but it was so much thicker, so much heavier as it poured across her tender flesh that it overwhelmed the poor girl with its pressure and heat. Made her whine as she began to struggle, not with any sort of hostility or aggression, but with the same desperate and instinctive need that made her hips roll so. Wet squelches to be heard as they fought, his thrusts not slowing so much as an inch, stringy ropes shooting off more and more, plastering along her insides in gooey veins, then smeared down across her walls as he pushed his shaft along. Pushing it to pool against her womb, the heat of her belly telling her how much he was shoving and shoveling inside- And the trickle along her thighs telling her how much was drooling out the edges of her fat cunt, smearing along the grains for that web-like sheen as his balls slapped down and in, as the entire surface pressed into her body, distorting its shape and being wrapped around by the hairs along his groin, shifting about like the push and pull of a plunger. His thrusts dying away as he just buried himself, any movement coming from instinctive little shifts, or the bucking humps that her own body forced her to make. He was panting, just resting in her depths, arms trembling as they held on to her inner thighs, his body well and truly spent.

“There. Happy now? Are we done?" It was a fight to keep the whimper out of her voice. Abashed over this whole affair, feeling more shame about how much she enjoyed it than the fact that this stranger had just *raped* her. Well, maybe that was just the price she paid for humping microphones for her audience. Desensitization. She really just hoped that the way her tail rose with excitement as the second man placed a firm palm over her flank wasn't noticeable on camera. She could feel her tailhole pulsing with a renewed energy as he rubbed her over in slow, even strokes.

“Nah. Ale-... Er. Al's done, but I'm not yet. Move over, it's my turn!" Yarrow's head ducked down low, a little pout on her lips. Shivering, shifting her balance back and forth on her hind legs as Al began to withdraw his dick, every inch making her muscles spasm, tongue lolling free as all the heat and liquid pressure dislodged itself with him, his cum flowing out in a heavy gob, rolling off her bottom lip and falling into the urinal. Most of it splashing down inside, though some stuck on the ceramic edge. Al ducked away sheepishly, and she could see from the corners of her vision how he grabbed the camera out of the other man's hand, holding the lens steady to her glistening cunt and slowly reaching to grasp the collar of her harness. The other man released the harness completely, crouching down behind her in an odd sort of stance, both too tall and too short to line up properly. She thought for a moment that they'd just yank her down onto him, the way Al's grip tightened, but he just brought his cock out from his pants, the hardened shaft shorter but thicker than Al's, the blunted head uncut.

He nestled it into the warm pocket of her spade, not even a full inch inside, just anchoring it to the inside of the grains, not at all minding how his friend's seed leaked over him. “One moment girl, just gotta wash you out first…" His hands came down on either side of her flank, gripping her with enough pressure that- If it weren't evenly dispersed under his palms- Would have been quite uncomfortable.

Yarrow didn't quite register what he meant until a blast of pressure and liquid began to squirt and fill her cunt. She yelped, jerking, eyes wide and hips bucking up, but both men just tightened their grip and wrangled her under control. The man's cockhead slipping deeper into her spade as he pissed inside of her, the urine flowing down to her womb, where it felt like she was ballooning out, an enormous and unshaped pressure touching down over every square inch of her walls, feeling like it was weighing down everything. Her hips hunched reflexively within moments, squatting like she were the only using the bathroom, but she was the only one being used now. He pulled back, letting a squirting jet of liquid roll down her thigh and off to the side, splattering mostly against the edge of the bowl, little eddies of cum pouring out with it as he just kept up the stream.

“Aaah. Hehe. There we go. Nice and fresh!" His voice was sounding downright cheery! Lifting himself, pushing forward and spreading her along his cock. Yarrow growled, but steadied her voice, not trying to provoke any further “That's not very sanitary you know…"

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Scene: Shepherd police dog interrupts the second human, takes his place

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“Please. You started this filming yourself in the bathroom. I could take you in on that alone. Not to mention all the public indecency. You should feel lucky this is the only way I feel like detaining you" The Shephard's growl made Yarrow's hackles stand up on end. The front of his harness scraping over the back of hers, his teeth scraping over the back of her neck, as he shifted and adjusted himself atop her. The weight was enough to make the dalmatian's limb quake, but she held- If only so she wouldn't collapse into the open urinal beneath her. She could feel his hips rolling, gentle little nudges at first, but his sheath swelled as he dragged it across her fur, the wet of the taper poking out into the fluff, across her crotch and taint, before it struck down into the wet of her spade.

She was still dripping from the human male's urine, little droplets scattering about as the Shephard thrust himself forward. The bony ridge of his initial length scraping across her flesh, making her shoulders hunch and eyes wince up, exploding in size and length as he rolled himself through her body. Not thrusting as much as just burying himself deeper, moving to deny any resistance her body might hold. It wasn't much. Her walls were just saturated with wet, and while she was sore and sensitive- Muscles contracting and tightening and giving little spasms- He was a proper, true dog. Taper wedging through like he was shoving aside little balls of cotton, his cum already flowing through her, further lubricating the path even better than it already was.

“St-stop…" Yarrow gasped the words, her eyes rolling at the overstimulation, at the immense pleasure that came with it “You're gonna make me pregnant." Her claws clicked off the tiled floor, shaking so much that they were starting to slip, splaying out in all four directions- Until Al used one of his hands to prop up her flank, still holding the camera close to the action, occasionally panning over to her lolling tongue and delighted face, and the other man held her up by flank and shoulder. Body reflexively pulling in each limb until stable again.

“Tough. You should have thought better of flaunting yourself while in heat if you didn't want pups!" The shepherds growl was a harsh one, so unforgiving that it almost became vicious in nature. His shaft continued to pulse, grinding and growing and making her groan. He was huge! A sharp jabbing along her loins, she was certain his taper was striking into and maybe even poking through her cervix core, releasing his seed into her directly. Surely mixing with what remained of the human's cum, only coming out as that faint trickle akin a dripping faucet- And yet she knew it would be more than enough to do the deed. And there was still so much more to come. His shaft was as solid as iron, making her hunker awkwardly over it, feeling like some heavy bar had just been jammed up inside of her, her hinds waddling back and forth to try and accommodate the sensation without relief. The introduction of his knot just made it all the worse- Only a half inch of additional length, but it felt like he was tearing at her womb, the way it made her cervix stretch and expand, little jets of pressured cum starting to squirt out inside of her, swirling along her innards with such force that she couldn't say if it were her imagination or reality that made the reverberations it created distinct. He clearly loved the sensation, his knot ballooning out. “You… You can't!" Yarrow gasped, but she could feel the way her spade was locking around him. It was too late. His knot was gigantic, expanding with such depth that it started to pressure the girl's inner thighs from within.

“I can do whatever the hell I want!" The shepherd barked the worst. Tugging off of her back and stepping around in quick order, tying her with quick and practiced movements, the tug against her body making the dalmatian drool, head lifting as the jets turned to dribbling sprays at odd moments, the pressure of the cum lesser, but it flowed more freely than it did before. Just filling her and filling her with a steady pace- She felt bloated. She could have sworn her belly was growing, but that was just from how terribly full she felt. The bulbous bulge of her spade around the root of his cock, the way the thick grains shifted and wobbled with the slightest bit of movement from any of them, the little droplets of cum trickling out just from the sheep pressure and displacement of his length- That was what marked just how much he'd crammed inside of her.

Al kept a tight grip on her harness, moving the camera all around that knot, drawing it back up to her face, where it lingered on her pathetic features. She was panting, trying to keep her mouth closed, trying to keep up appearances, but the moment focus was lost her tongue lolled, and saliva came drooling out. And focus was hard won. Her mind was swimming, her body felt like jello, wobbling and wavering this way and that. Glancing back, it looked like the Shephard had taken a rather authoritative stance, one of his paws lifted, head straight and eyes narrowed forward, his knees only slightly buckled to keep their flanks firmly together. Chest puffed up, he was just tall and proud, entirely focused on seeding his newly claimed bitch. The other male was shuffling to her side, standing, casting a nervous glance down at the officer, who addressed him with a flick of the ears and a slight cocking of his head.

“Hey, uh, mate? Do… Do ya mind if I finish up with her tail, or is that too close for ya?

The shepherd just snorted, adjusting his stance a little, lowering them both down, the tug of his cock weighing her down. She was forced to lay, her belly and most of her chest suspended above the urinal basin, the rushing water splattering her protruding teats, making her shiver at the dusting of cold “Do what you want. Just don't tug."

“Shit man. Thanks!" The man chuckled, grabbing her tail and the packet of lube from her bag in the same motion. He barely bothered to get more than a tiny tear, squirting the lubricant down over his cock then across her pucker in a messy fashion, getting as much on her fur as he did skin. Yarrow was too weary to really address the act, leaving the man uncontested as he pressed his fleshy head to her tailhole, yanking at that tail and making the muscle flex. Spreading slowly around the blunted head, the way he swirled his shaft in a circle working the tight rim apart. Puffy edges gliding over the gentle curve of his length, lighter than the Shepherd's cock, maybe even lighter than his partner's, but the sheer girth of it made it just as rigid as either. Sliding through her, Yarrow could only grunt. Feeling the pressure of the two cocks colliding, feeling the surface of the Shephard's cock in the way the human's pinched her skin together. The bump and valley of his knot made distinct as it was traveled over, the male dog trembling and tensing up with the added stimulation, the flow of cum flaring like the human was pushing along a rolled up tube of toothpaste!

Her only saving grace was that it did not last long. The man was too on-edge, giving a gasping grunting as warmth exploded into her butt. Releasing hard and fast, he withdrew as quickly as he'd come in, holding her tail aloft for the camera as his head pulled free with a wet pop, cum quickly leaking out to fill the void left behind.

New shoes could be heard tapping along the tiled floor, Yarrow groaning as a voice called out “Can I be next?" …The shepherd wiggling some, chuffing to himself before announcing out “Prepare yourself girl. You have a lot of fans in the area, and I don't plan on budging anytime soon this night"