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_Wrote this one a while back, but I was saving it to commemorate 200 watchers (since the first 100 kinda snuck up on me). Seemed appropriate since there's a watching theme. ;)

Thank you all for the watches, faves, votes and comments!_

Continued in My Pretty Puppy.

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As I drove towards the address Maxine had given me I did my best to stay within the speed limit, painfully eager to get there. I hoped the eagerness wouldn't show, since at Maxi's insistence I was wearing a skirt and no underwear. I'd met the bitch (I'm not being mean, she's a Dalmatian!) on a message board for people with… special preferences. Oh, fuck the euphemisms, it was a zoophilia board! Not that I was interested in… you know… with an animal, but watching and reading about people doing it really pushed my buttons. Still not sure if that makes me more or less of a perv.

At first Maxine and I just chatted a bit and shared some material. We quickly became friends and started to Skype with each other. It turned out we both liked girls, and so the video-chats became a bit more showy. It was during one of those sessions that I realized Maxine was even more into this stuff than me. We were in our respective beds, naked and touching ourselves as we shared some of our fantasies when Maxine's dog, a brute of a Rottweiler called Bowser, jumped in bed with her. The Dalmatian gave me a wicked smile and told me to enjoy the show as she got on all fours so I could see her from the side as Bowser mounted her and started to breed what was apparently his bitch.

Watching the two canines mate gave me the best orgasm of my life, and I'm pretty sure it gave Maxine a bit of an extra thrill. Once we'd come down from our respective peaks, she asked me if I'd like to come with her to a very special event where I could see more. Now, I wasn't very clearheaded at the moment, since Bowser was butt to butt with the Dalmatian, still pumping his seed in her and making it hard for me to focus on anything else, so I said yes and Maxi gave me the instructions. The next day I had felt a bit nervous – well, paranoid actually - about the whole thing. The secrecy, payment in advance in crypto-currency etc., imagining anything from a scam to a police sting operation. I managed to convince myself it wasn't the latter, figuring policewomen wouldn't fuck dogs on camera on the off-chance of catching some perv like me, so at worst it was a scam. Still, life's too short not to take risks.

I parked a block away from the actual address, as per the instructions, so a bunch of cars outside the place wouldn't look suspicious. My destination turned out to be quite a nice house, with a big yard and a gate baring the entrance. After entering the code I was given I was buzzed in and made my way to the front door. Then I went blind.

“Guess who?" a cheerful and familiar voice behind me asked, the same person with their paws covering my eyes.

“A sadistic bitch?" I asked as my heart started to beat again.

“Bingo!" she said and bounced in front of me. “I'm so glad you came, you'll love tonight's show!"

“Are you gonna be in it?"

“No." the Dalmatian girl said in mock indignation “Only a select few have ever seen me get knotted."

“I'm honored. “

“And you should be. Now, Cynthia, that's the woman who runs this whole thing, puts these shows on more or less once a week for a very select group of trusted people. But every few weeks she does “Lady's Night", a show only for female guests and always with the same performer." She explained as we made our way into the house.

Once inside we were greeted by Cynthia. She was a beautiful woman in her early thirties, human just like me, wrapped up in a white night robe, her pale-blond hair worn in a bun. She told us to go downstairs and join the other guests, while she fetched tonight's entertainment. Maxine seemed to know the way, and led me to a well-lit, and notably soundproofed room in the basement. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it definitely wasn't a small gaggle of women chatting amicably, sitting in beanbag chairs that had been arranged in a circle around the room, with a gap facing the door, presumably so that the performers would have a path to the center.

The two of us exchanged greetings with the other women as we took the two remaining seats. Looking around I spotted a doe, two felines and a cow. We all seemed to be in our late twenties, with the exception of the curvy bovine who had “mother of several" written all over her. Well, not all over, but definitely the hips and chest.

A few seconds later the door opened and Cynthia stepped through. The robe was gone, revealing a black leather dominatrix outfit, complete with thigh-high boots, corset, long gloves and even a riding crop on her hip. She had two leads in her hand – a slim chain, and white silk rope. She was followed by a large Rottweiler, lead on the chain, who made his way to the center of the room and obediently sat down. But it was the figure lead on the white rope that soon became the center of attention.

Stepping forward from behind Cynthia was the most adorable creature I had ever seen – a slim white cocker spaniel with brown splotches all over, including one over each eye. At first I thought it was a girl, but a quick look at the flat chest and non-flat panties told me it was a boy. The spaniel's wardrobe kinda threw me off, the silk lilac corset and matching side-tied panties along with bows on his tail and each ear and a lilac choker his lead was attached to. He also had a very delicate face, with big brown eyes beneath a mop of curls which blended with his fluffy ears to give the illusion of shoulder-length hair. The boy (I wasn't sure he was of legal age, since the whole event was pretty much illegal) looked at the floor bashfully, perfectly playing the part of a timid pet to the confident woman holding his leash. It immediately became clear to me why this was the performer for Ladies Night – the woman in each of us could appreciate the eroticism of the beautiful young man dressed in lingerie, while our inner girls screamed 'Puppy!'.

“Welcome ladies, and thank you for coming. This lovely thing is Pretty, and she'll be entertaining you tonight." She said, making the femmy boy blush at being referred to as 'she'. Still, the slight wag of his tail told everyone that he didn't really mind. “And this hunk here is our regular stud for these events, Bowser." At the mention of her pet's name I turned my head towards Maxine, who just grinned and put a finger to her muzzle, signaling me to shush.

All three of them were in the middle of the ring of six very turned-on females, Pretty's back facing the door he came through as Cynthia stepped up behind him. With a showman's flair she trailed her hands down the sides of the puppy's chest, letting them glide over his waist, looking tiny wrapped in that cupless corset. When they came to rest on the boy's girly hips, she grabbed the strings holding his panties on him and pulled slowly. She proceeded to peel the garment of the boy, displaying his sack and sheath, the red tip of his cock already peeking out. One of her gloved hands gripped her pet's shoulder, while the other disappeared behind him. We all realized where it went when Pretty let out a squeak as he was penetrated. My eyes were glued to him as he writhed while his mistress pumped her finger's vigorously, giving him gentle nips on his ears as she did.

Cynthia apparently knew just how to push her puppy's buttons, which became evident when his cock started to slide out of it's sheath, stopping only after his knot was out. His cock turned out to be fairly big, almost seven inches including the knot, and looked strangely attractive on his short, girly body. One he was fully erect, Cynthia stepped in front of him and pulled out a condom from between her large tits. I watched, slightly confused and thoroughly aroused, as she slid the condom over his twitching shaft. Her fingers went back to her cleavage, this time pulling out a silk lilac ribbon which she tied in a bow below Pretty's knot, gift-wrapping his puppyhood.

She took out her crop and laid it on top of Pretty's head, pushing the girly spaniel first to his knees, and then on all fours. Once he was in position, she tied his leash to a loop on the floor. Through it all Bowser sat patiently, but the sight of Pretty on all fours, his fluffy tail raised and back arched, was definitely getting to him. He started panting, eyes locked on his bitch while his own cock started to slide out of it's sheath.

“Go get her, boy!" Cynthia husked, unclipping the chain from his collar and stepping back.

Bowser didn't need to be told twice, and he lunged towards his bitch, burying his large muzzle in the puppy's upturned ass. He began giving the boy's butt long, loving licks, running his broad tongue from Pretty's sack all the way to his little pucker. The spaniel started to moan from the attention, and so did a number of the guests. Looking around, I realized the reason behind the beanbags, as well as the advice to go commando under a skirt. All the other girls made themselves comfortable as they slipped their hands between their legs, and I followed their example, surprised how wet I was already. Deciding to catch up to my libido, I slipped two fingers in and started to pump them as I watched Bowser get Pretty's pussy nice and wet.

The rottie didn't waste a lot of time with foreplay, and he soon mounted his bitch, wrapping his front paws possessively around the spaniel's slim waist as his shaft prodded beneath that raised tail. I redoubled my assault on my pussy, and when that red shaft slipped inside, eliciting a squeal from the twinky canine, I found myself cumming already. After a few seconds to get my breath back, I resumed playing with my soaked slit while Pretty was grunting cutely under his stud. Maxine and I were sitting to the left of them and had a great view of the action, as did the doe and cat opposite us. The other feline, along with the motherly cow, were almost directly in front but seemed happy with the view they had, as evidenced by their panting mouths and busy hands. Since our seats were the last taken, I assumed the two had a particular preference for watching the cute canine's face while he was being mated. Or maybe they liked to have his eyes on them…

Bowser's hips were a blur as he mercilessly rutted his bitch. Not that Pretty seemed to be in any pain. The puppy was panting and gasping, trying his best to remain demure despite the red shaft pistoning in and out of his tail-hole, his entire body shaking from the feral breeding. Another proof of his enjoyment was the notable ballooning of the condom covering his own member, the girly pup squirting copious pre while his prostate was battered by the stud dog's cock. He made no attempt to touch himself and I bit my lip as I wondered if the twink would be able to cum just from being fucked by Bowser.

Through it all Cynthia circled the pair, careful not to block anyone's view. She never actually hit anyone with the crop, using it like a conductor would use his baton to direct an orchestra. Anytime Pretty's head dropped she would slip it under his chin to raise it back up, sliding it along his belly to make him arch his back more, and occasionally running it gently over his boy-parts, making them twitch and the condom swell.

The sight was turning me on like nothing ever had before, and I wasn't the only one. Soon there was a small chorus of moans, gasps and whimpers, all of it punctuated by the wet sound of Bowser's knot battering Pretty's pucker and the sound of the Rottie's heavy sack hitting the spaniel's smaller orbs. For a second I considered scooting over to Maxine to see if she'd be interested in the two of us switching hands, so to speak, but decided against it. That's not what tonight was all about. It was about watching this gorgeous puppy on all fours, willingly becoming a feral stud's personal bitch.

I slid a third finger in as I watched the twink writhe under his stud. The beautiful boy's vocalizations had devolved into yips and whines, sounding desperate as the Rottie's knot battered his little ass, threatening to pop in at any moment. He was looking up while he was being bred, his slim muzzle open and I realized the two girls who took the front seats knew what they were doing. I imagined what it would be like to be in their place, my eyes locked on Pretty's unfocused ones, looking through those long lashes while a dog claimed his tail. Hmm, maybe next time…

Those beautiful brown eyes shot open suddenly, as Bowser forced his knot in with a wet slurping sound. The stud didn't stop humping despite being tied to his slender bitch, his thrusts now short and lightning fast. Pretty raised his head and let out a long, shaky moan while the knot inflated inside him and his mate started to fill his boy pussy with spurt after spurt of puppy-juice. His own cock was dangling below him, it's smaller knot inflated but still not spurting. Most of the girls around me came at the sight of the twink being bred, but I was still holding off my own climax. More than anything I wanted to see the beautiful boy cum from nothing more than a good hard rutting, to see that untouched young cock fill the condom stretched around it. C'mon, Pretty, you can do it!

“Good girl, Pretty." Cynthia purred in her pet's ear. “You may cum now."

And just like that it happened. The boy-bitch let out a high pitched cry and wrapped one arm around his stud's head as his own shaft started to spurt, mirroring the larger tool still buried inside the boy's ass. My legs twitched and my pussy gushed around my fingers as I came like never before, my eyes still locked on the breeding pair before me.

Exhausted, Pretty lowered his hands to the floor and rested his head on them, panting as he came down from his climax. Once released, Bowser turned so he was butt to butt with his bitch, his testicles twitching as they kept pumping seed into the boy's raised ass. Cynthia knelt down and scratched Pretty's head, telling him what a good girl he was, some of the guests recovering from mind shattering orgasms, while others tried to rub another one out.

After a few minutes, the woman put her hands on pretty's ass. Grabbing his cheeks she spread him as wide as she could, and the puppy winced as the knot was dug out of his ass. From my seat I could see something that looked like a large red apple slip halfway out of the boy's ass, his mistress smiling down at him as she kept his pucker stretched around the widest part of Bowser's cock. A few seconds later it slipped out, followed by the rest of the canine member and a lot of cum. Some of the girls, including myself, gasped at the sight of the ten inch monster that was until recently lodged inside the petite boy's rump.

While Pretty panted, tail raised high and cum leaking out of his abused ass, Cynthia fetched a small stainless-steel dog bowl, turning it so that we could all see “PRETTY" etched on the side. With her crop under the twink's chin she made him lift his body so he was kneeling in front of us. She then knelt next to him, and with practiced movements undid the bow tied below his knot and slid the now brimming condom off him, careful not to spill a drop. She emptied it into the bowl and I almost came again when Pretty got on all fours and started to lap his own cum up with delicate little licks and obvious enjoyment. His mistress untied his lead rope from the floor and gave him an affectionate scratch behind his ear.

“While I go and get Bowser settled down, feel free to pet Pretty and tell her what a good girl she's been." Cynthia said as she clipped the chain to the Rottie's collar and left the room.

We didn't need to be told twice, and soon the girly canine was surrounded by cooing females, petting him and telling him what a good boy/girl he was, although once his shaft retreated back into it's sheath the latter seemed more appropriate. I found the spectacle both adorable and slutty as Pretty continued to lap up his own cum while looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes through thick lashes. He seemed to appreciate the affection and apparently didn't mind that the hands stroking his fur were covered in femcum. As I slid a hand over that well-bred rump, I couldn't help letting it fall under the pup's tail. Pretty murred as I pushed a finger inside, the digit slipping in easily past the canines drooling pucker. Of course, it was messy when I took it out, but when I put my hand in front of Pretty's face, he cleaned it up eagerly…

Once he'd licked the bowl clean, the motherly bovine opened up her blouse and guided the puppy's head to a full, heavy teat. She sighed contentedly as the boy latched on to a stiff nipple and began to suckle, a warm and wonderful moment that wasn't at all spoiled by the dog seed dripping from his tail-hole.

A few minutes later Cynthia returned, once again wrapped up in a white robe and thanked us all for coming. We all got up, giving the girly puppy a few last loving strokes before heading upstairs. Our hostess saw us all off (including the very satisfied Bowser who was being led away by Maxine) and I thanked her for a wonderful night, giving her my number and asking her to give me a call next time she threw another 'Ladies Night'.