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Best In Show

By: DankeDonuts

https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/

Doggam is the creation and property of Flittermilk

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/flittermilk

Mistres Very is the creation and property of verysophisticated

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/verysofisticated

For three days, Doggam's home was a lavishly decorated pen in a spacious kennel, which was connected to an even more spacious stadium. Site of the annual Quad-County HuDog Expo. One of the most prestigious of such events. The perfect chance for the blue-eyed bitch to show off how beautiful and obedient she was!

Friday was spent on last minute grooming. Doggam was passed off from one beauty stall to the next. Hands upon hands upon hands worked her over. Brushed her teeth. Trimmed her claws. Bathed her up and down. Cut and styled her hair, fluffed her dusty brown tail and ruff. Covered her in fragrant perfumes. Finally, Mistress presented Doggam with a brand new collar in her favorite style; squared lines of blue and white, a kaleidoscope of diamonds.

Saturday was spent waiting in queue or performing for the judges. First, the Gait. Mistress led Doggam about the central green on her leash, the eyes of seven judges upon her. They walked in V-shapes, and L-shapes and circles, and anything else the judges called out for. And she had to do it in a perfectly stylized trot, hand-paws folded up at her neck, knees bounding high with each step. No room for mistakes! When that display was done, she had to stand still and tall, with perfect posture, as the Judges checked her pose. Looking her over from top to bottom, front to back, side to side.

Then the Tricks portion of the schedule. "Sit!" "Beg!" "Roll over!" "Play dead!" came the commands sounded on the clicker in Mistress' hand. The loyal doggy performed each of those tricks and more, and got a treat at the end. But she had to eat it out of her human's mouth.

Lastly, the Obstacle Course. Mistress running alongside to lead her round the order. Over a hurdle! Up one side of a see-saw and down the other! Through a play tunnel! Another hurdle! Through a pole-slalom! Through a high hoop! Another hurdle! A v-shaped plank! Another tube! Another hurdle! Up onto the end platform! She was panting and sweating at the end of her set, bit Mistress was happy and that was all that mattered. But the approving cheers of the audience was nice too.

Sunday brought the Physical Examination. Mistress led her atop a platform, gave a command to crouch there on feet, knees, and nubby forepaws. A silver-haired judge with a strict face gently opened her mouth to check her teeth. Ran his hands through the fur of her back, neck, scalp. Felt out the muscles of her haunches, arms, belly. Tested the pertness of her many breasts. Gauged the form and color of her genitals. Head forward, Doggam endured the humiliating experience by eyeing the bracelet about Mistress' left wrist. Blue and white diamonds, a match for her own collar.

Finally, the Blind Gait. Which also doubled as a fashion show. Bound in and blinded by leather, Doggam stepped out in an ensemble that had the crowd ooing and ahhing (and possibly touching themselves). Eye-shieling muzzle. Pawless gloves and boots. Straps down her chest that accentuated her breasts. Teeny little panties, and thick garter-straps for around her thighs. Poor Doggam had no idea which pattern to walk, this time, because this time Mistress had been given those instructions on a randomized card. Forcing Doggam to be absolutely dependent on her beloved owner. The only thing to do was trust her and respond to every tug of the leash without a moment's hesitation.

After all the scores were tallied, it was Doggam standing atop the winner's podium as Best Of Show. Applause and camera flashes everywhere she looked, all for her! She couldn't resist waving to the crowd, adding an excited hop that sent six of her eight breasts jiggling. Three clicks and firm look from Mistress put an end to her showing off.

To one side her, in Third Place, a pure white Samoyed bitch. A little taller than Doggam, and rounder too. Though maybe it was hard to tell under all that fur. She was happy, but fidgeting nervously. Clearly surprised to be placed so high, unsure what to do with all the attention. Hadn't the announcer said this was Bjelle's first show? Good for her! Madam gave her a smile, it comforted her.

To the other, in Second, a male Malamute named Titanis. Easily twice her size, he stood confident and proud. A black stripe ran down his head and back, meddling into a silver coat. His limbs and belly were white, as were the sturdy sheath and a huge pair of balls -- Another click from Mistress drew her head and eyes back to proper posture.

Once the cheering had died down, Doggam obediently stood in place, waiting for Mistress to hook the leash once more around her collar. Only then did she step down from the podium. Expecting to be led back to the kennel, and the travel-cage she'd be locking into on the ride home.

But no, Mistress was leading her a different way! To a set of green doors, just off from the way to the Kennels. Doors she'd never been allowed into before. Head cocked in confusion, she nevertheless obeyed. Following her mistress through the doors and into a small lounge.

One of which Mistress took one of the comfortable looking seats, clicking Doggam the command motion to sit on the floor before her. Mistress produced a big bone-shaped treat, which her pet gobbled up right out of her hand. "I knew you'd win, girl! I am so very proud of you!" Doggam's tail wagged furiously to hear the praise. Mistress took the frilly magenta ribbon off her pet, setting it carefully into her grooming kit. "And for all your hard work, I have a very special reward for you."

"Whrroof?" Doggam sounded her question as best she could. (She only ever 'spoke' when she was told to, and Mistress hadn't told her to.) A cocked head and drooped ears made the question more evident.

Mistress pulled a brush from her grooming kit and started fussing with the hair of her pet's ruff. "How did you like the look of that big Malamute?" she asked.

Doggam yipped, ears high, tail wagging. She liked the look of him quite a lot!

"I'm glad to hear that," Mistress grinned. "Because I've made arrangements with his master for you two to get more acquainted." Doggam's head darted around, she started hopping in place, practially begging to be allowed to run round and look for her new playmate. Mistress smile became a sly grin. "Not out here. In there." She pointed a finger to the door opposite the one they'd come in through. Drawing Doggam's gaze to the words emblazed upon a filigree signpost.

BREEDING ROOMS

Doggam's eyes went wide. "Hrrrfff! Hrrrfff!" She lept up, enthusiastically licked Mistress' face. Covered in grateful slobber, Mistress laughed and pushed her off. "Save it for him!"

. . .

He was waiting for her when she reached the room that had been reserved for them. It was decorated like a back yard. A large doghouse, tree with a tire swing, balls of all sizes, even some frisbees. Clouds painted on the sky-blue walls. All atop a carpet of real grass strewn with hedges along the walls that hid where floor joined walls. The door she'd just come through was painted to look like the door of a house, complete with patio.

All a very well crafted, but not nearly as well put together as Titanis. Two heads taller than she, and twice as wide across the shoulders. Powerful muscles showing through under his thick fur coat. A glossy red hardon was starting to peek up out of his sheath to say 'hello'.

"So, um, hi," the stud stammered, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy paw. "Congratulations on winning!" He was looking her over, too. "I really wasn't expecting to, that is... You're very pretty-"

Doggam raised a stubby finger to her lips, and shook her head. Stepping off the patio, she approached him with a sultry canine growl, slinking her hips. His expression got less bashful with each step she took, more carnal. When she closed the distance, she ran her paws through the fur of his abs, and took in deep sniffs of his scent. He was young, but strong, and huge... and long... and getting longer. She was already getting wet and ready to accept that beautiful cock.

She tilted her head up -- way up! -- to get a good look at his face. This father of her next litter. His shyness was gone, was looking at her with lustful brown eyes. "Grrrowwr," he pantomimed. He took a knee to meet her eyes, and sniff all over her body. One of his paws went to her side, feeling out the curve of her chest, waist, rump. His other paw groped her largest left breast, then ran down the remaining nipples. Dark brown and erect, they tingled to his touch.She gave him a smoldering look, then pushed herself away from him and ran off. "Aaawwrrooo!" he howled. The chase was on!

Doggam jumped over the garden fence to escape, Titanis tore the fence away and charged on. He pursued her across the yard barking like a fool; through the garden, into and out of the tool shed, up and over the dog house. She used every trick she could to slow him down; shielding herself behind the tire swing, kicking balls at him, scattering a bag of kibble behind her. All the while he was eying her curves, every angle and jiggle. And she was catching glimpses of his muscles at work, and sneaking peaks at the unsheathed appendage that grew larger, longer. When at last Doggam spied a fully inflated knot, she let him catch her.

Two gigantic paws grabbed her by the waist and draped her over a wide shoulder. He carried her to where he wanted to take her. Back into the garden they had ruined. Titanis laid Doggam out on a bed of trampled pansies. He towered over her, one hand pinning her down by the shoulder, while the other played with her thigh, her arm, her cheek, her breasts. She felt him up too, everything she sould reach, finally going in for the first touch of his nethers. She ran a finger along his huge dick, caressed those heavy testicles. He responded by pulling her legs apart, squeezing her tail and and getting his hands all over that dripping wet pussy of hers. Then repositioned himself, getting both of his legs in between hers.

"Ahhruuf?" permission asked.

"Hnn! Hnn!" permission granted.

She let out a slow moan when he mounted her. His shaft was thick and long enough on its own to send her shivering and panting. But on top of that, the veiny bulge of his knot pressed into her labia with each grind of his pelvis. P''thump, p'thump, p'thump!. She panted and yipped for him, licked and nibbled him, clawed at him, found places that made him bark out too.

Lines of drool rained down from Titanis' lolling tongue. He kept one hand to the side, to keep himself from crushing her with his full weight. The other roamed all over her. Could it get any better than this, Doggam asked herself. Of course it could! And did when Titanis suddenly growled, releasing his inner beast. His roaming paw raced shot downward to clasped her hip. One-handed he yanked her closer to him, driving her cunt over and around his knot. Doggam's eyes shot open with a "Yelp!" eyes rolling to the back of her head. He really rocked her then. Faster and harder than before. A hip-pounding pace he kept up until-

"AAARRWWWOOOHH!" Doggam's first orgasm hit her like a tunderclap. And his shot ropes of seed into her. She bucked and squealed through two more releases. Her belly got tighter, rounder, pressed into him. Titanis stood up then. Cradling her back in his paws, but still attached to her by his dick. He walked her over someplace else, though where was hard to see through the stars firing in her eyes. Stopping at the tire swing, he her turned round and kneeled. Facing away from the male now, she settled onto his lap and grabbed the tire for support. Holding tight to it through another round of fucking. His breath was a train, blasting into her back. Each time he made her come, her spasms were followed by another growth spurt. Her belly filled and stretched, until it bounced with each thrust. Until he couldn't keep fucking her from this position either. "Hhhrrwwff!" A huge white arm slapped the tire wrapping around its tree. Out of the way so he could set the brown bitch belly-down on the ground.

Taking her from behind now, Titanis grunted and slobbered his way through another series of thrusts. Pumping her bigger and bigger with every blast of from his tireless appendage. So full and round, her wriggling hands lost contact with the ground. This stud was making a bean-bag chair out of her! Big as he was, he had to dig the claws of his feet into the ground for leverage, clamp his hands over her shoulders to keep her from rolling over sideways. Yet still he kept going, and coming, and coming. And she kept on sweating and swelling, and screaming with ecstasy.

At long last Titanis pulled out -- his knot breaking her seal with an audible 'pla-shoop!' -- and toppled onto the floor, exhausted. A river of splooge followed. Pouring down Doggam's distended belly, coating her inner thighs, massing as sticky-sweet puddle in the floor that soaked into even more of her fur. The rest of her, covered in sweat and drool. She was a soggy, smelly, mess. And was loving it!

Over the sound of her exhilarated panting, Doggam heard a scuffle of grass. Then Titanis's muzzle leaned into her ear, his own steaming breath bearing down on her. He paused there, as though he was about to say something. But his attention was stolen by a dog-whistle, sounded from the door. Titanis licked Doggam's nose, smiled at her, and was gone. Out the door he had entered through.

Bloated and beached, Doggam couldn't follow. She rocked herself about to face the door. Sloshing more cum around for the effort. She was rewarded with a view of Mistress's smiling face. Her own raced into the yard to appraise her pet.

"Who's' a good girl!" Mistress chimed in a sing-song voice, admiring the HuDog's massive belly.

Doggam's answer was a lazily wagging tail, and a series of satisfied barks.

"You keep all that juice in you until we get home, now. I want lots of puppies from you." Mistress patted her head lovingly, and her hand smelled like she'd been touching herself. Had her owner been watching this whole time? Doggam lost sight of her human as she walked around to her backside. "Awww, but look at what a mess you've made!" Mistress sighed theatrically. Mistress recovered a turned-over water bowl, and scraped up a share of spooge from her pet's distended body. "Eat it aaaaallll, up," Mistress ordered.

Doggam obeyed without question. Lapping up bowl after bowl of the stud's jizz as each was presented. She even licked the bowl clean at the end, just to see Mistress smile.

Doggam spent the next several minutes being unceremoniously hosed off.

. . .

Months of pampering followed. Belly rubs, daily walks, all the food she could want to eat (from her bowl). Puppy pet party's with her friends. When Doggam was extra good, she got some new doggies to 'play' with, to keep her good and fucked when she needed it. But she never saw the big Malamute again. She could imagine that big fellow strapped to a sled, somewhere, loyally pulling his master about like he had in the show.

Every day, she could feel the lives he'd put inside her getting bigger. And herself getting a little bit slower, a little bit more fatigued. Within a few months, she could feel her pups squirming and kicking, too. She was resting in her bedded basket when water broke. She got excited so she forgot herself, and 'spoke' without permission. "Mistress! Is time! Is ti-oooohhh..." She doubled over with the first of many contractions to come. Mistress was helping her pet in seconds, with encouraging words and strong hands to help move her to the birthing blanket.

The first head to crown was pure, dark brown. The body that followed was the same. The second pup was top-to-bottom white, speckled with brown dots to match her dam's. The next was a black-on-brown variant on his sire's Malamute pattern. Then a of brown-on-white one, followed by a dark-grey-on-silver. A sand-colored pup with white socks for paws was the next to meet the world. Two black-and-white beauts were the last to join the yipping, whining crowd.

Five boys and three girls in all.Each one wiped down and set into a basket by Mistress as they arrived into the world. Mistress claimed the privilege of naming Doggam's offspring for herself. "Boulder." "Coacoabean." "Dusky." "Quiet." "Smoke." "Socks." "Roxie" and "Trixie." With their name, each pup was given a nipple, from which to enjoy their first meal.

Exhausted and teary-eyed, the exhausted mother looked over her brood. Then up to her human. "Is Mistress happy?" she whispered.

"Yes, girl" was the answer. "Mistress is very happy."

. . .

Doggam observed the next Expo from a box-seat reserved for past champions. Mistress holding firm to her leash. All eight of her shaggy, beautiful, puppies with her, too. Twice the size they'd been at birth, and always begging for more milk to grow larger still. They greedily, noisily lapped at her teats while she watched the award ceremony.

Thus time, it was Bjelle wearing the magenta ribbon. Mistress clapped and Doggam howled for her, right up until the Samoyed-girl was led off the podium. And toward the very same green doors Doggam had been taken to one year before. She recognized in Bjelle the same confounded posture she had shown then. To her credit Bjelle followed where she was led. But her eyes darted about the stadium, confused. Those stunned grey orbs caught Doggam in the audience, locking in on the happy mother and all the babies at her breasts. Doggam simply gave the winner a wink and a knowing smile.

Bjelle's eyes lit up with understanding. Her ears and tail perked up with joyous glee. The white woof-woof bounded toward the Breeding Room. Racing ahead of her master, practically dragging him along behind on the leash.