{"sf1_id":42628,"sf2_id":"4nAWO4Ve","title":"Woman's Best Friend","author":"Gideon Kalve Jarvis","words":33970,"posted_at":"2008-01-28T21:08:00.000Z","tags":["Canine","Domination/Submission","Human","M/F","Masturbation","Pregnancy","Seduction","Teenagers","Virgin","Voyeurism"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/42628-woman-s-best-friend","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAWO4Ve","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6e/4f/6e4f8987-e49a-4854-b2e0-82dbf1284e2d","description":"A champion breeding dogservant seduces his human mistress' teenaged daughter and her three best friends.","content":"  \n  \n\nWoman's Best Friend\n\n  \n  \n\nBy Gideon Kalve  \nJarvis\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \ngrit his teeth as he stood there under the cold water, waiting for his erection  \nto finally die down.\u0026nbsp; The tall, muscled  \nDoberman Pinscher canomorph was breathing hard from the two previous orgasms  \nhe'd had over the last hour, painting the wall of the shower white with his  \nseed, even as the frigid water blasted down onto his back.\u0026nbsp; Unlike a normal canine's cum, Ambrose's  \nwasn't watery at all.\u0026nbsp; It was very thick,  \nrich with sperm and the vital juices needed to propel them along to the ova of  \na receptive female.\u0026nbsp; What his semen did  \nhave in common with a canine's, though, was the sheer amount of it.\u0026nbsp; Each extended orgasm, starting from the  \nmoment his knot formed until the moment it subsided, had him spurting cum like  \na firehose.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Made for  \nbreeding,\" growled Ambrose, turning now to face the water, letting it soak down  \nhis front.\u0026nbsp; He looked down at his  \nthrobbingly erect penis, and could almost swear he saw steam rising from the  \npink length.\u0026nbsp; \"Blast my designers.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After two  \nintense orgasms, the dobiemorph was feeling a bit meditative, despite his  \ncontinued erection, letting his mind wander in thought, and letting one hand  \nwander downward, cupping his large, heavy balls.\u0026nbsp; They felt swollen, even after the prior discharges  \nof cum, and Ambrose ran his fingers over the prominent veins that fed rich  \nheartblood to his testicles.\u0026nbsp; He was a  \nmade creature, all right.\u0026nbsp; His penis,  \nwhen erect, looked like a human's, except it didn't have a foreskin.\u0026nbsp; That was the purpose of his sheath, after  \nall.\u0026nbsp; The color of the long, reasonably  \nthick shaft was a uniform pink color, much like the glans of a human's  \ncock.\u0026nbsp; And when he came, the base of the  \ndobiemorph's shaft would swell up into a mid-sized knot, about the size of a  \ngolf ball, which acted to keep all his cum inside of a female.\u0026nbsp; His balls were large, heavy, the testicles  \nlooking almost too big for the scrotal sac when Ambrose was fully aroused.\u0026nbsp; Besides this, a quick look over his body  \nconfirmed what Ambrose felt: he was a young, healthy, athletic and virile  \ncanomorph male.\u0026nbsp; He was a melding of  \nhuman and canine genes, specially tailored for the desires of his owners.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Made to .  \n. . serve,\" grunted Ambrose, getting close once more, the stroking of his  \nballs, even under the cold water, the last touch that started him on the final  \nclimb of orgasm.\u0026nbsp; \"Made . . . too . . .  \nhuman!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; This last  \nwas a guttural grunt as Ambrose came once more, a jet of thick spunk  \nsplattering against the far wall.\n\n  \n  \n\nThat was the problem of course:  \nAmbrose, like most canomorphs, was just a little bit too human.\u0026nbsp; When you were dealing with somebody like  \nDiane Lords on a daily basis -\u0026nbsp; or, worse  \nyet, her daughter Mercy - if you were capable of feeling anything akin to  \nphysical attraction to a human female, you were doomed before you even began.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; While  \ncapable of five or six more orgasms, thanks to the attention of his creators to  \nhis breeding apparatus, as a full five minutes passed, and his knot began to  \nsubside, Ambrose found that he was starting to get control of himself once  \nmore.\u0026nbsp; Enough, at least, that he was able  \nto will his penis back into its sheath, tensing his belly muscles, making his  \ntrim six-pack ripple, and then working the inner muscles controlling the  \nextension of his penis, sucking the thick pink shaft back into his sheath  \nalmost instantly.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; In only a  \nmatter of minutes after this, Ambrose had dried himself off with his fur  \nblower, and then dressed himself to immaculate perfection.\u0026nbsp; Now sporting slacks and jacket and  \ncummerbund, with a vest and bow-tie topping off the uniform, the dobiemorph was  \ndressed for the part of house butler and general dogservant to perfection.\u0026nbsp; A glance at his small room's wall clock told  \nhim it was 5:30 in the morning, and he was running right on time.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; At 6:30,  \nafter completing the preparations for the day, Ambrose ascended the stairs of  \nthe sprawling Lord mansion, and was soon knocking on the door to Diane Lords'  \nroom, a large tray balanced in his other hand.\u0026nbsp;  \nThree quick, soft knocks, and then he pushed the door open, stepping  \ninside.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Mmm - it's  \nthat time, isn't it, Rose?\" said a soft, sultry voice in the dim lighting of  \nthe room, even as a sleek figure began to stir in the tangled sheets of the  \nbed.\u0026nbsp; \"Time to get up, to face the new  \nday.\u0026nbsp; Beat the system and win some bread.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes Ma'am,\" replied Ambrose  \ndutifully as he set the tray on its portable table over his mistress' lap as  \nshe propped herself up on the pillows.\u0026nbsp;  \nWith an expert flourish, Ambrose removed the silver cover, presenting his  \nmistress with breakfast and the morning mail, including her financial  \njournal.\u0026nbsp; He needed no light in the  \ndarkness, his eyes quite light sensitive, though he didn't have as much color  \nperception as a human did.\u0026nbsp; \"The weather  \nreport indicates that today and the entirety of next week should have  \ndelightfully beautiful weather.\u0026nbsp; Sun and  \ncool breezes from off the ocean.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Perfect  \nfor my daughter and her little friends,\" sighed Diane Lords as she pushed the  \ncovers aside, unashamed of her nudity beneath the sheets as she began to tuck  \ninto breakfast.\u0026nbsp; \"And with me going to  \nBelgium, too.\u0026nbsp; Well, at least I'll be  \nable to enjoy next weekend, if the weather holds.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It should,  \nMa'am,\" replied Ambrose, carefully not looking in Diane's direction as he  \nopened the shades, letting the bright sun of the beachside villa flood into the  \nbedroom.\u0026nbsp; That done, he then turned,  \nlooking down at the floor like a good and submissive dog, gritting his teeth  \nlightly to keep from noticing the enticing smell of the female he was serving,  \nto try and keep his male instincts from making a fool of him.\u0026nbsp; \"Your bags are packed and by the door, and  \nyour driver should be here in an hour and a half - you should have plenty of  \ntime for your morning routine.\u0026nbsp; Is there  \nanything that you wish me to do further, Ma'am?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Why Ambrose  \ndidn't look at his mistress was only partially due to his impeccable training  \nas a dogservant.\u0026nbsp; The other part (and it  \nwas a significant part) of his reason for looking down at his large, bare paws  \nwas because it was considered expressly obscene in the eyes of the law and  \naccepted morality to even consider what his impulses told him he should do to  \n(and, knowing her, probably with) his mistress.\u0026nbsp;  \nThere was little questioning why the poor dobiemorph was suffering so, of  \ncourse.\u0026nbsp; Diane Lords, having only just  \nentered her middle thirties, had the body of a woman ten years her junior.\u0026nbsp; No, that was not really a good description of  \nsomeone like Diane Lords.\u0026nbsp; Very few  \npeople had a body like hers, at any age.\u0026nbsp;  \nEven just rising from sleep, the bedclothes tangled about her as she ate  \nbreakfast, her long, flowing blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders like a  \ngolden waterfall in an effect that hairstylists sometimes had to work for hours  \nto achieve in models.\u0026nbsp; Without makeup,  \nMiss Lords had a smooth, unblemished face, her blue eyes bold and yet sweet,  \ngiving her an air of command while doing nothing to detract from her many and  \nobvious feminine charms, her cheeks fair, her lips full with an ever-so-slight  \npout.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer body, of course, was slim and  \nsupple, firm and lightly athletic, with not a bit of cellulite on the trim,  \nsmooth curves that were ever-so-easy on the eyes.\u0026nbsp; It didn't take a trained eye to spot a woman  \nwhose every slight move cried out sex and need, as though demanding that all  \nmen around her pay attention.\u0026nbsp; Diane  \nLords had raw animal magnetism right alongside of a body that just wouldn't  \nquit, and a commanding air that could rule men and women with equal ease.\u0026nbsp; Resisting her desires was a battle of  \nultimate will for any man.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; This, of  \ncourse, was Diane Lords' appearance before she dressed and put on her day's  \nmakeup.\u0026nbsp; Once she did that, Ambrose found  \nhimself as much a prey to the woman's intense seductive powers as any male, her  \nability to command total and complete.\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd what made it almost unbearable was that Miss Lords didn't even do it  \ndeliberately, for all the time she spent making herself look pretty.\u0026nbsp; It just came naturally for her, as easy as  \nbreathing.\u0026nbsp; It was what she did, the  \nskill around which she based everything else that she was, and she was very good  \nat it.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It was this  \npower of seduction that had eventually led Diane Lords (originally Diane  \nJames-Davies) to overwhelm the senses of Martin Lords, the aging heir to Lords  \nConfectionary, a massive candy firm with roots in Europe, but great holdings in  \nthe United States as well.\u0026nbsp; When Martin  \nLords had died four years ago, that left his wife in charge, for she was  \ncareful never to have been a mere trophy wife.\u0026nbsp;  \nDiane had quickly risen to the occasion with masterful skill, taking  \nfull command of the business and bringing in record sales, and she was known  \nfar and wide as the world's most gorgeous CEO, as well as its most successful  \nsingle mother.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; But this  \npast history had little to do with the truly horrid (and torrid) thoughts that  \nAmbrose was forced to suppress, pushing them aside as illegal as well as  \nimmoral.\u0026nbsp; His personal session in the  \nshower helped some as he felt the sweat starting to build between the toes on  \nhis large paws, and he flexed them unconsciously while he waited for his  \nmistress to reply.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, I  \nthink that will do for now, Rose,\" said Diane in that voice of hers, a voice  \nthat caused the much-tempted dobiemorph's heart to start up a bouncing  \npitter-patter.\u0026nbsp; \"You'll get Mercy up  \nsoon, won't you?\u0026nbsp; Make sure she doesn't  \nmiss her last day of class before Spring Break?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Of course,  \nMa'am,\" replied Ambrose, his stubby docked tail wagging as he bowed, making  \nDiane smile as she saw it wiggling as it poked out of the back of his  \nperfectly-pressed slacks.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll be  \ntaking her breakfast now.\u0026nbsp; With your  \nleave.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose was  \nout the door as quickly as decorum allowed, and soon leaned against the wall by  \nthe bedroom, his sharply-pointed ears perked as he listened to the soft clink  \nof silverware and fine china as his mistress had her breakfast.\u0026nbsp; Taking a long, cooling breath and then  \nletting it out, the dobiemorph nodded in satisfaction as he started off back  \ndown the stairs to fetch the second breakfast tray of the day.\u0026nbsp; He'd kept himself under control, and not even  \na bulge had shown while he was talking with his mistress.\u0026nbsp; The Doberman decided that this was a sign of  \na good day ahead as he ascended the stairs once more, another silver-covered  \ntray in hand.\u0026nbsp; Of course, that still left  \nthe biggest hurdle of the day: Mercy Lords, Diane's daughter.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Reaching  \nthe door at the end of the hall at precisely 6:50 am, Ambrose's large pawhand  \nonce more lifted and gave three quick, short, soft knocks, being careful to  \nknock only on a part of the door that was not covered by one of the many  \nposters and signs that adorned it, before he pushed the door open and stepped  \ninto the room of his mistress' daughter.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe sight that greeted him, unfortunately, was quite enough to ruin  \nalmost all of the poor dobiemorph's prior efforts at self-control.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; As  \nAmbrose's jaw dropped, despite himself, his eyes were brought immediately to  \nthe smooth young creature before him, lovely in her youth.\u0026nbsp; Even a quick glance at her revealed that she  \nhad all of the beauty of her mother, just waiting to come into full bloom as  \nshe matured.\u0026nbsp; There was the same  \nshoulder-length, flowing blonde hair, the same expressive, limpid deep blue  \neyes, the same flawless skin.\u0026nbsp; But the  \ncaptivating beauty Mercy had inherited was tempered somewhat by two factors.\u0026nbsp; The first and most obvious was her youth, for  \nshe had a slightly awkward adolescent skinniness about her, similar to that of  \na filly before it has had the chance to fill out into a mare's mature strength  \nand beauty.\u0026nbsp; The second, subtler feature  \nthat made Mercy's beauty different was a note of softness, of kindness, of  \ngentleness and a caring, loving soul that her mother did not possess.\u0026nbsp; This, in turn, was tempered by a spirit of  \nyouthful mischief and eager energy, largely learned from her friends at school,  \nwhich made it quite hard to avoid looking at Mercy and admiring the view, for  \nshe was approachable.\u0026nbsp; Dianne Lords was a  \ncreature that one worshipped.\u0026nbsp; Mercy  \nLords was one that you loved.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Admiring  \nthe view was exactly what Ambrose was doing at that moment, for it seemed that  \nMercy had gotten up a bit earlier than normal, and had been undressing for her  \nmorning shower as he had entered.\u0026nbsp; The  \npanties she wore to bed now down around her knees as the smooth young teen bent  \nover to remove them, the staring dobiemorph was treated to the sight of the  \nsmoothest, most perfect heart-shaped little bum he had ever seen, presented to  \nhim like a gift.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mercy had  \nheard Ambrose's knock, of course, and was turning even as the dogservant was  \nstruggling to regain control of his senses.\u0026nbsp;  \nHer wide blue eyes met Ambrose's brown ones, her face showing momentary  \nsurprise at being caught in such a compromising situation.\u0026nbsp; And then her sweet face broke into a smile  \nlike a ray of sunshine, and she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them,  \nquite unconcerned at being naked in the presence of Ambrose, and picked up the  \ntowel resting on her bed.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good  \nmorning, Rose,\" the bright and smiling teen greeted her loyal dogservant,  \nprotector, mentor and friend of many years.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"How are you today?\u0026nbsp; Sleep well?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, Miss  \nMercy,\" Ambrose got out, his voice slightly husky as he did his best to keep  \nhis eyes fixed on his young mistress' face, and not at the perfect, uplifted  \nbare breasts turned towards him, their candy pink nipples looking sweeter than  \nanything he knew; or, worse yet, lower still, to the neatly-trimmed mound below  \nher trim young belly, and the achingly tempting little indentation that hinted  \nat secret, untouched treasures not intended for a brute dogmorph's perverse  \nlusts.\u0026nbsp; \"I was about to ask you the  \nsame.\u0026nbsp; Also, it's a beautiful day  \noutside, and the weather report says that it will probably remain so for the  \nweek of Spring Break.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh  \ngoodie!\" exclaimed Mercy as she, heedless of her nudity, rushed forward to hug  \nthe dobiemorph around his broad, powerful chest, even as he raised her  \nbreakfast tray to keep it from being knocked over.\u0026nbsp; \"That's wonderful - I was so hoping the  \nweather would be good for when my friends get here.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; As Mercy  \ngot so very close to Ambrose, her smooth young body rubbing against his  \n(thankfully clothed) chest and stomach, the muscular dobiemorph frowned as he  \nnoted a slight alteration in Mercy's scent.\u0026nbsp;  \nIt was subtle right then, but it was something that caught his  \nattention, nibbling at his more primitive canine instincts.\u0026nbsp; But he didn't have time to dwell on  \nthat.\u0026nbsp; Right now he had duties to  \nperform.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"We have an  \nhour before I take you to school, Miss Mercy,\" said Ambrose, moving the tray to  \none hand so that he could reach down and pat his young mistress on her back,  \nrubbing the smooth pink skin gently. \u0026nbsp;\"And then a mere half day for you at school,  \nand I will pick you and your friends up for your big vacation together.\u0026nbsp; Your mother has to leave for Belgium, I am  \nafraid, but I am here, and everything has been arranged, so there should be no  \nlack of fun activities or protections of your safety.\u0026nbsp; I shall pick you and your three friends up at  \nthe usual place, by the small quaking aspen grove.\u0026nbsp; Shall I bring the full limo, or a smaller  \ncar?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, the  \nlimo,\" said Mercy, grinning up at Ambrose as she broke the hug, and then  \nstarted towards the shower, towel under her arm, her trim young hips swaying as  \nshe walked, making a most enticing view for the flustered dobiemorph.\u0026nbsp; \"I want us to have a fun ride back here.\u0026nbsp; Besides, it's the best car for carrying all  \nfour of us comfortably.\"\u0026nbsp; She looked over  \nher shoulder at the tall, powerful male standing, tray in hand, at the door to  \nher room, and giggled.\u0026nbsp; \"Come on - you  \ncan help me get in a quick shower, we'll get dressed, and then I'll have  \nbreakfast.\u0026nbsp; 'kay?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Of course,  \nMiss Mercy,\" said Ambrose, bowing obediently, carefully keeping his eyes away  \nfrom places of temptation on his young mistress' naked body, before he moved,  \nsetting the tray on her bed, and then straightened, standing in the middle of  \nthe room.\u0026nbsp; Taking a deep breath, the  \npowerfully-built male closed his eyes to help calm himself, and began to remove  \nhis own clothing.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; With the  \nbig dog's eyes closed, Mercy was able to turn and watch as Ambrose began to get  \nundressed.\u0026nbsp; She had to suppress a giggle  \nas she noticed the gradually-diminishing bulge in the front of his slacks, and  \nrealized that he probably thought that her interest in having him shower with  \nher was purely innocent.\u0026nbsp; He had good  \nreason to believe this, of course.\n\n  \n  \n\nDiane Lords wasn't a bad person, for  \nall her many flaws of inner character, but try as she might, she'd never  \ndeveloped a knack for mothering.\u0026nbsp; Diane's  \nrealization that she needed someone who could take care of her growing daughter  \nwas the main reason why she'd bought Ambrose many years back.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose was top-ranked in all aspects of  \ndomestic dogservice, and knew how to take care of human babies as well as he  \ncould raise a canomorph pup.\u0026nbsp; Since he  \nwas also a champion breeder, having sired a great many pups even at his then  \nrelatively young age, and taken part in raising most of them, he quickly proved  \nhimself indispensable to Diane in raising and taking care of her growing  \ndaughter, doing his best to make sure that mother and daughter never lost their  \nlove for each other, even though it was strained at times.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Bathing  \nMercy was something that Ambrose had begun right after he took over the task of  \nbringing her up.\u0026nbsp; As she grew older, he  \nhad made a few intimations that perhaps it was improper that he continue to  \nkeep up this habit from earlier days, but neither Diane nor Mercy (especially  \nMercy) seemed to see anything wrong with this practice, even as Mercy entered  \nher ripening teenaged years and began to awaken to her sexuality, and so  \nAmbrose's brief, not terribly strenuous objections were ignored.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Watching  \nAmbrose undress, Mercy felt herself breathing a bit faster, her cheeks growing  \nlightly flushed as more and more sleek black-and-brown fur was bared to her  \neager young eyes.\u0026nbsp; She'd had a crush on  \nhim almost as soon as she'd figured out what boys were, and the feelings hadn't  \ndone anything but grow stronger over the years, with the strong, virile  \ndobiemorph playing an active role in many of her teenaged nighttime  \nfantasies.\u0026nbsp; Mercy was no stranger to  \nerotic fantasies, her burgeoning teenaged hormones having led her to discover  \ncomputers and the internet a while back, and soon having discovered a wide  \nvariety of erotic literature that she often browsed whenever she had an  \nopportunity.\u0026nbsp; But what she knew quite a  \nlot about in fantasy, she was largely unacquainted with in reality, except for  \nher interactions with Ambrose, and what she'd heard from locker room gossip  \nwith her friends.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was true, also, that Ambrose was  \nindeed easy on the eyes, his body firm, trim, and smoothly-muscled.\u0026nbsp; He moved with a light, lithe grace, not  \nmusclebound at all, even though he was very muscular, and very, very  \nstrong.\u0026nbsp; It took some effort for Mercy to  \nkeep from giggling as his slacks slid down his legs, showing off the flash of brown  \nfur right beneath his tail, and his cute, tight butt.\u0026nbsp; But when the now-naked canomorph turned to  \nlook at his young mistress, she was smiling pleasantly, her expression as  \ninnocent as could be, her eyes never going below his waist.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I will get  \nthe water running,\" said the big male, moving past Mercy with a polite nod,  \nwhich she returned, never knowing that as he passed, her eyes were on the  \nheavy, achingly full-looking sac dangling between his legs, and the sheath that  \nalways seemed to be swollen to bursting whenever she saw it.\u0026nbsp; Briefly, Mercy wondered if it was painful for  \npoor Ambrose to have such swollen male parts, but she was too embarrassed to  \nask, and soon saw steam rising from the extra large bathtub and shower, her  \neyes rising to meet her faithful dogservant's.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Coming,\"  \nsaid the teen brightly without being called, pretending that she hadn't been  \ncaught checking out her dogservant companion's butt, and hurrying to the  \nshower, hanging up her towel on a ring nearby, before she stepped into the  \nmassive tub and pulled the shower curtain shut, closing the pair of them into  \ntheir own small world.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \ntook slow, even breaths as he watched Mercy step beneath the water, her tiny  \nhands moving over her body as she wet herself down, until her skin glistened  \nwith slick wetness, and her flowing blonde tresses were soaked through.\u0026nbsp; Keeping his mind focused with every bit of  \nwill that he possessed, the dogservant picked up the bottle of liquid soap and  \nsquirted a generous amount into his hands, and then over Mercy's  \nshoulders.\u0026nbsp; Leaning in close, the large  \ncanomorph began to rub his powerful, gentle hands over the sweet teen's  \nbody.\u0026nbsp; Mercy sighed, smiling contentedly  \nas she felt those wonderful, talented hands moving over her skin, working into  \nher underlying muscles, soaping her up and rubbing her down at the same  \ntime.\u0026nbsp; In fact, if she wasn't so awake,  \nshe'd almost certainly have fallen asleep from the soothing touch of her  \nfaithful companion and dogservant.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; His mind  \nnow settled into the routine, Ambrose found himself able to move his hands over  \nhis young mistress' budding breasts, each now a decent palmful.\u0026nbsp; He smiled slightly as he heard her relaxed  \nsigh when he took pains to massage the ligaments that held her breasts up,  \npaying careful, loving attention to the entire breast, though with a more  \nvigorous speed than he would have used with a lover.\u0026nbsp; This was a rubdown and nothing more he  \nreminded himself as his hands slid down Mercy's belly, cleaning out her navel  \nwith a quick motion of a single blunt clawtip.\u0026nbsp;  \nThere was no sense in taking chances.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Chances,  \nthough, were exactly what were about to happen, as Ambrose knelt in the large  \ntub, Mercy facing away from him, leaning over slightly to rest her hands on the  \ntile wall.\u0026nbsp; He needed to kneel to run his  \nhands over that perfect rump and lovely legs of hers, and went to work with a  \nwill, his large paws kneading and massaging the smooth, supple skin and equally  \nsmooth, supple musculature beneath, while Mercy rested her head on the tile of  \nthe shower and gave a soft moan of contentment, wriggling her hips slowly from  \nside to side.\u0026nbsp; It was at that moment,  \njust as Ambrose was working on his young mistress' inner thighs, that the scent  \nhe'd picked up from before hit him again, and this time in full force.\u0026nbsp; He couldn't get away from it where he was  \nkneeling, for his incredibly sensitive canine nose was almost stuck right in  \nthe source of the exquisite scent.\u0026nbsp; The  \nprimitive instincts buried deep within Ambrose's psyche knew that scent  \ninstantly, and it was only a matter of moments later before Ambrose's conscious  \nmind recognized it as well.\u0026nbsp; It was the  \nscent of a ripe, unbred young female in heat.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Of course,  \nas she was growing up, Ambrose had been around Mercy during her periods of  \novulation, when she was at her most fertile.\u0026nbsp;  \nHe'd learned to deal with them as they came, and knew her schedule  \nbetter than she did herself.\u0026nbsp; At first,  \nas she was in her early years, he'd been able to dismiss her fertile periods as  \n'false heats,' when her body hadn't sorted itself out yet.\u0026nbsp; As she'd developed, he began thinking of her  \nlike he would Diane Lords: a mistress to be obeyed, rather than a female to be  \nbred, and his instincts seemed to have accepted this, knowing that there was a  \nharsh penalty for trying to make it with the alpha female when you weren't the  \nalpha male.\u0026nbsp; But three things had changed  \nsince Ambrose had developed his inner systems to control his urges.\n\n  \n  \n\nThe first of these changes was that  \nDiane had moved to the villa two years after the death of Martin Lords, and  \nsince the smaller house didn't need as large a staff, she'd kept only Ambrose  \nto assist her, making him the only male around, and thus the only candidate for  \nthe 'alpha male' position, according to his primitive instincts, making his  \nstruggle to keep himself in a subordinate role a little more difficult every  \nday.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe second change, and the most  \nobvious, was that Mercy had grown up quite a bit over the years, and every year  \nthat passed made her just that more fertile, and made her womb that much more  \nable to bear healthy offspring to term.\u0026nbsp;  \nAmbrose's healthy offspring, if he didn't keep his raging instincts in  \ncheck.\n\n  \n  \n\nThe last change was the one that  \nhad caught Ambrose totally off guard at this moment.\u0026nbsp; At the start of the school year, Mercy had  \npaired up with her best friends at high school and had joined the girls  \nvolleyball team.\u0026nbsp; While Ambrose knew  \nabout this, and had attended every game (besides getting Diane to attend as  \nmany as possible), he had forgotten that females in close proximity tend to  \nchange their ovulation schedule to match that of the women in close proximity  \naround them.\u0026nbsp; Proximity, say, of the same  \ncloseness as found between four best friends in the same locker room on a  \nregular basis.\n\n  \n  \n\nSo it was that, before he had any  \nchance to control himself, the healthy, virile canomorph's cock was erect,  \nstanding proudly at full mast, ready for action, eager to be sunk into the  \nsweet, needy female that required his services to soothe the desperate ache in  \nher belly.\u0026nbsp; An instant later, however,  \nAmbrose's rational self came back into control, and he grit his teeth, trying  \nto will his penis back into its sheath, tensing his muscles desperately, using  \nevery exercise of his inner muscles he could think of to try and lose the  \nprominent, throbbing erection standing upright between his legs.\u0026nbsp; These efforts, sadly, failed miserably.\u0026nbsp; The one silver lining to this very bad  \nsituation, though, was that Mercy was only on the starting end of her  \novulation.\u0026nbsp; She wasn't at her peak  \nripeness yet, and so Ambrose was able to reason his instincts down, telling  \nthem to wait, even though he had no intention of ever giving them satisfaction  \nin the way that they craved.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Is  \neverything all right, Rose?\" asked Mercy, her deep blue eyes opening as she  \nlooked over her shoulder at her friend and companion, curious as to why he'd stopped.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Everything  \nis under control, Miss Mercy,\" replied Ambrose, keeping his voice steady and  \neven despite all the powerful forces within him demanding that they be let  \nloose.\u0026nbsp; \"I merely lost myself in the drum  \nof the warm water for a moment.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Falling  \nasleep too, huh?\" giggled Mercy, straightening up, and then pulling the shower  \ncurtain open, stepping outside as she grabbed her towel.\u0026nbsp; \"You finish up your shower quick, okay?\u0026nbsp; I should be dressed by the time you're out.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Of course,  \nMiss Mercy,\" said Ambrose, sighing in relief that Mercy hadn't seemed to see  \nanything as he pulled the shower curtain shut once more, watching the lithe  \nsilhouette of his naked mistress drying herself through the thin plastic.\u0026nbsp; It was, after all, a part of their morning routine  \n- he would exercise in the morning, then get dressed to serve Diane and Mercy,  \nthen shower his sweat off with Mercy before getting her off to school.\u0026nbsp; And, though Mercy didn't know it, the moment  \nshe left the room, most of his short shower time was spent cumming, again and  \nagain and again, as he desperately worked off the primal desires his instincts  \nwere demanding he satisfy.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The day, as  \nit turned out, actually went along with incredible smoothness, and not a single  \nthing went wrong after the dangerous near-miss of the morning.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose made certain that the driver from the  \nlocal airport (a friendly though high-strung female greyhound canomorph of his  \nacquaintance) made it on time, and carried Diane's bags to the waiting car  \npersonally, so that she could be chauffeured to her waiting private jet in  \nrecord time.\u0026nbsp; Not long afterward, he took  \nMercy to the exclusive, upper-crust high school she attended, and made certain  \nshe was safely in the presence of her three best friends before he took off for  \nthe villa once more.\u0026nbsp; He knew how trying  \nit could be among so many young and often cruel people, and did not want his  \nbeloved young mistress to have to go through the day without the protection of  \nher little 'pack.'\u0026nbsp; The obedience school  \nhe'd been raised in shortly after he was decanted wasn't that different,  \nreally, but he trusted that Mercy would be all right now that she had some dear  \nand loyal friends.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; This trust  \nseemed to be merited, for when noontime rolled around, and Ambrose pulled up in  \nthe limo, the final chores around the house finished for the day, Mercy,  \nwearing the blue shirt and striped t-shirt that he'd selected for her that day,  \nand her friends were waiting, and the bouncy, giggly, gossipy mass of lovely  \ngirlflesh that piled into the back partition of the limo, along with their  \nbackpacks, seemed anything but troubled by the day's events.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"The day  \nwent well, Miss Mercy?\" asked Ambrose as he held the door open for the girls,  \nhis young mistress the last to get in.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, it was  \njust great!\" exclaimed Mercy, impulsively giving Ambrose another hug before she  \nslid into the limo.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll tell you all  \nabout it on the way back.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; That, of  \ncourse, was exactly what Mercy did for a good part of the ride back to the  \nseaside villa, with additional assistance and commentary by her three young  \nfriends, their voices coming to him through the speaker at the base of the  \nglass divider between the passenger and driver sides of the limo.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose took this time to divide his attention  \nbetween watching the empty, quiet road ahead of him, listening and responding  \nappropriately to the words of the girls behind him, and taking note of who it  \nwas that he would be dealing with for the holiday.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Instantly  \napparent, and perhaps the most demanding of attention of all Mercy's friends,  \nwas Rianne.\u0026nbsp; Rianne was a freckle-faced  \ncarrot-top, her short, bright red hair done up in two quick, sporty braids held  \nin place by rubber bands, and she seemed quite unashamed of wearing a pair of  \nyellow cotton gym shorts and a baby blue babydoll t-shirt.\u0026nbsp; Of the four girls in the backseat of the  \nlimo, Rianne was the most athletic, her constant activity leading to her having  \nan almost boyish frame, coltish without quite being skinny, though it was a  \nclose one.\u0026nbsp; She was a genuine tomboy, as  \na matter of fact, upfront and very forward about what she felt and  \nthought.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose couldn't help but  \nnotice that, despite her tomboyishness, Rianne's clothes weren't especially  \nboyish, as the shorts ended about halfway up her thighs, while her t-shirt only  \njust covered her navel, leaving a small swathe of tanned, toned teenaged tummy  \nbare, and clung to her slim, pert body in ways that were not at all  \nunpleasant.\u0026nbsp; It was while looking at this  \nalmost scandalous bit of clothing that Ambrose suddenly realized, judging from  \nthe rather small size of Rianne's pack, that what she was wearing now was  \nprobably the only thing she would be wearing for the entire holiday.\u0026nbsp; A moment after making this realization, the  \nredhead's eyes met his in the rearview mirror in a rather accusing manner,  \nRianne's eyebrow cocking slightly, as though to say \"Ah hah - I caught you, and  \nI know what you were thinking.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Hastily  \nmoving his attention along, the next girl on which Ambrose's eyes fell was  \nLyra.\u0026nbsp; Bubbly, blonde, and bouncy were  \nthe descriptors that came immediately to mind when Ambrose considered the perky  \nteen, who was looking everywhere with those almost aqua-colored eyes of hers,  \nbut never quite focusing on anything for very long, except for her friends, her  \ndaisy dukes shirt and tight denim shorts showing off her lovely,  \nfast-developing assets in the most effective and casual way possible, making  \nher look flirty without even really needing to try.\u0026nbsp; Lyra's wavy, slightly crinkly hair was  \nactually a lighter shade than Mercy's golden tresses, bleached more by the sun  \nthan any chemicals, and had a few little streaks of pink running through it,  \nthough these were mostly hidden in the long twin braids hanging down her  \nshoulders to the small of her back.\u0026nbsp; Of  \nall the girls in the backseat, Lyra was the most energetic and upbeat, and  \nwhile she did indeed give a slight degree of truth to the jokes about blondes,  \nshe was as nice a person as anyone could care to meet, outgoing and very  \nfriendly to everyone, and eager to try new things out.\u0026nbsp; It was Lyra who had convinced her three  \nfriends to try out for volleyball, and who was often the leader behind their  \nvarious activities, providing the energy that got the others motivated after  \none of the others had found something that seemed interesting.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; That thought,  \nor course, led Ambrose's eyes to fall onto Dottie.\u0026nbsp; Until she'd met Mercy, Rianne, and Lyra,  \nDottie had been the lonely, slightly pudgy, nerdy girl sitting in the back of  \nall her classes, just trying to survive each day at school without more than the  \nnormal amount of hazing.\u0026nbsp; After she'd  \nstarted hanging out with Mercy and her friends, getting involved in all of  \ntheir activities had soon helped her shed those last awkward pounds, and some  \nwork with her friends had actually convinced her to start wearing contacts  \ninstead of the thick glasses she'd been wearing before, letting people see her  \nbeautiful hazel eyes and her cute, slightly pouting face without  \nobstruction.\u0026nbsp; Dottie was able to attend  \nthe high school with the others mainly because of her brains - she was  \nincredibly smart, and was obviously destined for great things, if she could  \njust make it through high school.\u0026nbsp; But  \nthat meant that she often couldn't afford the nice things that other girls in  \nthe exclusive high school could, and her suffering at the hands of the many  \ncliques before Mercy and company had saved her had been terrible indeed.\u0026nbsp; The lingering effects of that suffering could  \nbe seen in the conservative, uplifted bun on the top of her head, in which she  \nkept her beautiful auburn hair, in the simple pair of loose jeans and light  \nfelt jacket she was wearing over a plain white t-shirt that hid the shape of  \nher body from easy view, and in her quiet behavior, letting the others do most  \nof the talking.\u0026nbsp; But when she did talk,  \nthe other girls listened, because they knew that Dottie, brain that she was,  \nwas almost always right, and her ideas were almost always excellent, giving  \nsensible guidance to the energy of the others.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Finishing  \nhis assessment of the situation he'd be facing over Spring Break, Ambrose  \nnodded confidently to himself as he turned his attention back to the road,  \nfeeling that he could handle four teenaged girls for a week without any serious  \nmishaps.\u0026nbsp; After all, what could possibly  \ngo wrong?\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What a  \nday,\" sighed Rianne, standing and taking a long moment to stretch upwards, her  \nscanty t-shirt riding up her lithe, toned body far more than was properly  \ndecent.\u0026nbsp; \"Thank goodness it's over for  \nnow, though.\u0026nbsp; A whole week of just  \nhanging out at Mercy's house should be just what we need to unwind, huh,  \nDottie?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Rianne  \noften directed her statements to Dottie, simply because she loved the startled,  \ndeer-in-the-headlights look of the nerdy teen that they always elicited.\u0026nbsp; Dottie responded with a mumbled reply and an  \nuncertain shrug, which Rianne, being who she was, took as all the answer she  \nneeded.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I think so  \ntoo - just what we needed, especially to get away from scowling Mrs. Hackett  \nand that perv, Mister Ames.\u0026nbsp; You know, I  \nsaw him checking out the cheerleaders yesterday.\u0026nbsp; He was under the bleachers with a minicam -  \nwhat a sicko!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's no  \nsurprise,\" chimed in Lyra as the girls started to walk towards the house,  \nAmbrose watching and listening for a short while, leaning on the driver's door  \nas he idly (and mostly unconsciously) admired the view of four attractive,  \nhealthy young teens ascending the short stone stair to the villa.\u0026nbsp; \"I just know he's the one who set up that  \nhidden camera in the showers.\u0026nbsp; I mean, who  \nelse coulda done it?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Just be  \nglad none of us have to take his physics class,\" laughed Mercy as she pulled  \nopen the door to the house.\u0026nbsp; \"C'mon -  \nlets see what Rose has made us for lunch, and then we can figure out what we're  \ngonna do next.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \nhad, actually, prepared several sorts of sandwiches for the girls before he'd headed  \noff to pick them up, complete with juice (he didn't believe in soda - too much  \nsugar and caffeine) in the fridge, some salad fixings, and crisp rice squares  \nhe'd whipped up just before heading out, letting them cool on the counter.\u0026nbsp; He took a bit of pride in remembering just  \nwhat each of his four charges for this week of break liked most, and in  \npreparing the meal accordingly, adding a few extra possibilities just in case  \nsome of those tastes had changed (not an uncommon thing in developing teens, after  \nall).\u0026nbsp; Though he had his weaknesses,  \nAmbrose was an incredible dogservant, so much so that Dianne and Mercy often  \ntook perfection on his part for granted.\u0026nbsp;  \nFeeling the glow of satisfaction from knowing that he'd served the needs  \nof his mistress and her friends, Ambrose slid easily into the limo and slammed  \nthe door, starting the car going once more, aiming it towards the extra-large  \ngarage designed to house it.\u0026nbsp; It would  \ntake him a good twenty minutes to get the long limo parked properly before  \nmaking the hike back to the house, but he didn't concern himself with  \nthat.\u0026nbsp; After all, what trouble could four  \nteens get into in a mere twenty minutes?\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; While  \nAmbrose was parking the limo, Mercy and her friends were doing their best to  \nanswer the question the dobiemorph had naively posed.\u0026nbsp; Or rather, one of the four was doing so,  \nthough nobody else was aware of it just yet.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Where did  \nRi go?\" asked Dottie, who'd been rummaging in the fridge for an apple when the  \nredhead had slipped off, her well-dressed salad sitting unattended on the  \ncounter.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"She's gone  \nto the bathroom,\" said Lyra between mouthfuls of turkey-on-wheat.\u0026nbsp; \"She said she preferred the one upstairs, in  \nMercy's room.\u0026nbsp; Totally weird, huh?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah,\"  \nsaid Dottie, as she frowned thoughtfully, but then shrugged, letting the matter  \ngo.\u0026nbsp; \"So, what were you thinking we'd be  \ndoing today, Mercy?\u0026nbsp; I mean, it's your  \nhouse - what you say goes, right?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mercy  \nseemed to have been thinking on that very question, for she quickly swallowed  \nthe bite of salad in her mouth, and had her reply ready in a matter of moments.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It's a  \nperfect, beautiful day outside,\" she said, stating the obvious.\u0026nbsp; \"We're fresh out of school, and we all need  \nsomething to cool off, right?\"\u0026nbsp; Taking  \nnote of Lyra and Dottie's nods of agreement, Mercy continued.\u0026nbsp; \"I think we should start this break off with  \na splash, and get into our swimsuits.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe beach behind the villa's not gonna get any more perfect, after all.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Best idea  \nI've heard all day,\" said Rianne, returning to the kitchen from wherever she'd  \nbeen, setting a pack of playing cards she'd found somewhere in the house on the  \nkitchen counter and picking up her salad.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"We can start off with two-on-two beach volleyball until an hour's  \npassed, and then we can go swimming.\u0026nbsp;  \nHey!\u0026nbsp; Don't you have that raft  \nanchored out in the bay, Mer?\u0026nbsp; We can  \nswim out to that and hang out for hours, even work on our tans.\u0026nbsp; Maybe even get your dogboy to bring us  \ndinner.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Rose isn't  \na dogboy,\" said Mercy, looking a bit hurt.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh  \nreally?\" challenged Rianne with a teasing grin.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Then what is he?\u0026nbsp; I mean, he  \ncomes when he's called, fetches and carries, and he'd do anything you or any of  \nus asked him to do.\u0026nbsp; And I do mean  \nanything.\u0026nbsp; Sounds like a dogboy to me.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well,\"  \nMercy began, trying to find some sort of reply to Rianne's perfect reasoning,  \nfor the honey-haired teen knew that everything her carrot-topped friend had  \nsaid was completely true.\u0026nbsp; \"Maybe you're  \nright.\u0026nbsp; But I just don't like you calling  \nhim that.\u0026nbsp; I mean, he's the one who  \nraised me for almost all of my life.\u0026nbsp; I  \ndon't know what Mom and I'd have done without him.\u0026nbsp; He's . . . well, he means so much to us.\u0026nbsp; It's like he's the man of the house, I  \nguess.\"\u0026nbsp; She blushed at that last  \nstatement, self-conscious at the connotations and what her friends might think.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Wow,\"  \ngiggled the spacey Lyra, breaking the moment of silence that had followed  \nMercy's heartfelt statement.\u0026nbsp; \"Sounds  \nlike you really like your doggie, huh, Mercy?\"\u0026nbsp;  \nBut then her teasing grin softened, and she reached over from where she  \nwas now sitting on the counter to pat her friend on the shoulder.\u0026nbsp; \"Aw, it's okay.\u0026nbsp; I mean, I've known Rose for almost three  \nyears now, and I think he's a real sweetie.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"A real  \nhotdog, you mean,\" added Rianne with a leering grin, which was met with a round  \nof giggles from Mercy and Lyra, and a full-out blush from Dottie, quite  \nscandalized at her friend's forwardness.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"I mean, really, he's quite the stud-puppy, isn't he?\u0026nbsp; That's what all those awards your mom keeps  \nfrom those shows and breeding competitions mean, don't they?\"\u0026nbsp; The redhead got a naughty glint in her green  \neyes as she drove her point home.\u0026nbsp; \"Hot,  \nhung, knows how to please girls, and he's got the trophies to prove it.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, Ri!\"  \nexclaimed Dottie, covering her mouth with her hands, her entire face a bright pink,  \nher large hazel eyes wide and horrified at the scandalous things coming out of  \nher friend's mouth.\u0026nbsp; \"You shouldn't say  \nthings like that.\u0026nbsp; It's so . . . so . . .  \nindecent.\"\u0026nbsp; The nerdy teen's eyes lowered  \nin embarrassment as she said this last, adding it on rather lamely, fearful of  \nbeing thought a prude by her friends.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her fears  \nwere alleviated as Rianne patted Dottie on the shoulder before stroking her  \nhand down the other girl's arm, laughing good-naturedly.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Aw, you  \nknow I'm just kidding around, Dot,\" Rianne said, obviously unashamed of what  \nshe'd said, but not minding Dottie's statement either.\n\n  \n  \n\nThe tension in the room now relaxed  \n(despite the seeds of thought that had been strategically planted), the girls  \nbegan to chatter away on other, more innocent subjects.\u0026nbsp; This was the scene that Ambrose encountered  \nwhen he entered the kitchen from the out-of-doors, his stub tail wagging  \nhappily as he saw and heard that everything was well.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I've got  \nswimsuits ready for you all in the changing house outside, by the beach,\" said  \nthe tall, handsome dobiemorph as he looked around at the girls, enjoying the  \nscent of their food, and grateful he'd eaten before picking them up from  \nschool.\u0026nbsp; \"Just in case you want to do  \nsome swimming.\u0026nbsp; That moored raft out back  \nshould be nice and smooth on top, too, if you want to hang out there for a bit  \nand do some deeper swimming.\u0026nbsp; It's a  \nperfect day, and the hills on either side of Mistress Lords' private bay are  \nkeeping the breezes down to a nice, gentle stream.\u0026nbsp; Just enough to keep you cool.\u0026nbsp; But still, don't forget to put on suntan oil  \n- no sense in taking chances, after all.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, Rose,  \nyou're perfect,\" said Mercy, moving up as Ambrose walked past her on his way  \ninto the kitchen and giving him a big hug from behind.\u0026nbsp; \"That's exactly what we were going to do  \nafter lunch.\"\u0026nbsp; She blinked, thinking for  \na moment (and not releasing her hug-hold from the increasingly embarrassed  \ndobiemorph).\u0026nbsp; \"Well, after we do some  \nvolleyball, that is.\u0026nbsp; You know, to pass  \nthe time while we wait to go in the water.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Um, of  \ncourse,\" said Ambrose, nodding and smiling as best as he could, even as he  \nfought to control himself, knowing that the most beautiful (and achingly  \nfertile) female in the house was so very close to him, her teenaged breasts  \nrubbing against his back through the thinner fabric of his summerwear  \njacket.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll go and set up the net and  \na few beach umbrellas while you four get changed.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Having said  \nall that he needed to say, Ambrose then did his best to quickly but gracefully  \ndisentangle himself from Mercy's arms, before he headed towards the back door  \nof the kitchen, and out onto the back patio of the house, before heading down  \nto the beach.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"He's so  \ncute,\" Lyra beamed, giggling.\u0026nbsp; \"I think  \nyou made him all embarrassed, Mercy.\u0026nbsp; I  \nmean, that little tail of his was wiggling up a storm when you hugged him, but  \nI swear, the way his ears turned down like that - that's how our doggies at  \nhome blush.\u0026nbsp; That was so fun to watch.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I know  \nsomething else that'd be fun to watch,\" threw in Rianne, as casual as could be,  \neven as she set down her empty salad dish.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Come on - I'll bet this will work great.\u0026nbsp; But you all have to be extra quiet, okay?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The others,  \ndone with lunch by now anyway, agreed mostly out of curiosity, since Rianne  \nrefused to share any more information about her idea.\u0026nbsp; Her three friends could sense, somehow, that  \nwhatever she was planning was naughty, but at the same time none of them could  \nstand the idea of not finding out what it was.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; There was a  \nsense of eager anticipation about the girls as they made their way down the  \npaved slope leading down to the private beach that belonged to the property  \nDiane Lords had bought along with the villa.\u0026nbsp;  \nAs they reached the bottom of that slope, the girls could see Ambrose  \nputting the keys to the beach changing room in his pocket, having just finished  \nunlocking the place, before he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him,  \nand then using the deadbolt to lock it shut, so as to prevent intrusion.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I thought  \nso,\" gloated Rianne as she hurried around the brick changing room to the far  \nside, where there was a small, frosted-glass window high on the wall of the  \nbuilding.\u0026nbsp; \"If your puppy's gonna do  \nanything on the beach, he has to change out of his monkeysuit.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"B-but what  \ndoes that-?\" began Mercy, before her sweet blue eyes widened in surprise and  \nshock as Rianne searched around for a moment, and then pushed a nearby  \nmid-sized rock over to just beneath the frosted window.\u0026nbsp; \"Wait - you really shouldn't . . . I mean,  \nit's violating his privacy.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's not  \nall I'd like to violate,\" mumbled Rianne under her breath (causing both Mercy  \nand Dottie to flush hotly, while Lyra's cheeks flushed for a very different  \nreason), as she climbed on top of the rock, and pushed against the frosted  \nglass.\u0026nbsp; Grinning in triumph, Rianne  \ndiscovered what she'd hoped - the little window wasn't latched, and soon was  \nopened as wide as possible, while she peered over the sill, her green eyes  \neager and watchful.\u0026nbsp; \"Mmm,\" she said  \nafter a few minutes.\u0026nbsp; \"That's what I was  \nhoping to see.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; None of the  \ngirls dared to say a word as Rianne licked her lips, her breathing coming a bit  \nfaster, her freckled cheeks rosy as she shifted her weight on the rock,  \npressing her legs a bit tighter together.\u0026nbsp;  \nBut, for all her tender teenaged years, Rianne knew the value of keeping  \nher 'team' happy, and she turned, grinning down at Lyra, stepping down, and  \nthen motioning the perky blonde up.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; As Lyra  \nstood on the rock, she peered over the sill, and her greenish blue eyes almost  \nbugged out of her head at what she saw.\u0026nbsp;  \nThere was the sleek black-and-brown dobiemorph Ambrose, without a stitch  \nof clothing covering his fur.\u0026nbsp; He was  \ngrumbling something under his breath as he worked at the combination to one of  \nthe lockers, his clothes neatly folded on a bench nearby, a look of irritated  \nconcentration on his face as he tried to make the locker open, taking his time  \nin doing so.\u0026nbsp; The eager teen's eyes  \nslipped a bit lower, and she wet her lips at the sight of the plump-looking  \nballs dangling between the male's legs, heavy and full like overripe fruit, and  \nthen up a little bit, taking in the tight, hot curves of his firm, muscled bare  \nbottom.\u0026nbsp; Of course Lyra, like all the  \ngirls, knew that Ambrose was a champion breeder and showdog, as well as a  \ntop-ranked dogservant.\u0026nbsp; He'd been made  \nwith exquisite perfection, and his mistress, Diane Lords, loved to show him off  \nwhen she could.\u0026nbsp; But what Lyra had never  \nseen showed off before, until now, on Ambrose, or any real-life male for that  \nmatter, were the parts of Ambrose that had made him so much of a champion  \nbreeder.\u0026nbsp; Now she drank in the sight  \ngreedily, awakening more fully to what she'd only heard spoken of in sex ed  \nclasses and dirty locker room\u0026nbsp;  \nconversations.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Dottie's  \nturn,\" whispered Rianne, patting Lyra on her jeans-clad butt, and the  \nwavy-haired blonde reluctantly gave up her place, even as Dottie, chewing her  \nlower lip with nervousness, gave in to peer pressure despite herself and all  \nshe'd been taught about morality, and got up on the rock for her own little peek.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \nreally hated combination locks.\u0026nbsp; He'd  \nnever been able to get them to work right, actually, no matter how long he'd  \nworked at them.\u0026nbsp; It was the one part of  \ngoing to different towns for dog shows that he didn't like, and so he almost  \nalways made sure to bring everything he needed in a duffel bag, which he left  \nin the care of Mistress Diane for safekeeping when he didn't need it for  \nchanging.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Finally,  \nafter several futile minutes of fumbling, Ambrose resorted to giving the locker  \na kick of frustration.\u0026nbsp; This, as it  \nturned out, seemed to be all that was needed, for the metal door popped open  \neasily after that.\u0026nbsp; Blinking in surprise,  \nAmbrose shrugged and reached in, only to discover that his locker room violence  \nhad caused the pair of bikini briefs that served as his swimsuit (Dianne had  \ninsisted) to drop to the floor.\u0026nbsp; Bending  \nover, and then getting onto all fours to retrieve them, the dobiemorph was  \nutterly unaware of the eager teenaged eyes watching him as he put on a sexy,  \nalbeit unwitting, show, just before the set of eyes watching him changed for  \nthe last time.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; His  \nswimsuit retrieved, Ambrose took his time stepping into the flexible bit of  \ncloth.\u0026nbsp; He always felt a bit exposed when  \nhe wore the navy blue bikini briefs his mistress had bought for him, but she  \nliked seeing him in them, and he so liked to please her.\u0026nbsp; It was a bit of a pain, though, since Ambrose  \nhad to spend a few moments adjusting his dangly bits so that they fit properly  \ninto the tight bit of cloth, but he soon prevailed, and let the waistband of  \nthe Speedos snap against his trim waist.\u0026nbsp;  \nStill smiling to himself proudly, Ambrose reached into the same locker  \nand pulled out a sealed plastic bag, setting it on the bench next to his  \nclothes, before he picked up those clothes and hung them in the locker, closing  \nit, but not too tightly.\u0026nbsp; The beleaguered  \ncanomorph didn't want to have to go through the stress of unlocking it all over  \nagain, after all.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Walking to  \nthe door of the changing room, Ambrose blinked in surprise once again as a knock  \nsounded on the door just before he could open it.\u0026nbsp; Shrugging, he unlocked and then pulled open  \nthe door, smiling happily as he saw it was Mercy and her friends, his tail  \nwaggling as it hung over the waistband of his swimming trunks.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, you're  \ndone eating already,\" he said, obviously pleased to see them.\u0026nbsp; \"Well, please, take your time getting  \ndressed.\u0026nbsp; I, um,\" his ears turned down  \nsheepishly, \"had a bit of trouble with a locker, so please don't shut it  \ntight.\u0026nbsp; If you didn't bring your own  \nbathing suits, you'll find some in the plastic bag on the bench over  \nthere.\u0026nbsp; I should have the volleyball net  \nup by the time you come out, if all goes well.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Of course,  \nRose,\" said Mercy, smiling sweetly at her companion and faithful dogservant,  \nher face and that of her friends the very picture of girlish innocence.\u0026nbsp; Or at least they would have been, if not for  \nthe lingering flush to their cheeks, and the faint hint of female arousal that  \nAmbrose couldn't help but pick up as the four teenagers shuffled past him into  \nthe changing house, and Ambrose went off to get to work on the beach.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Crime  \nand Punishment weighed heavily on Ambrose's mind as he sat on the raised  \nseat of his lifeguard's tower.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't  \nas big a tower as was found on some beaches, but that was mostly because it was  \na smaller beach, so a good five feet was all that was really needed for him to  \nsurvey the beach without\u0026nbsp; trouble.\u0026nbsp; Of course, the reason that the dobiemorph was  \nreading Dostoyevski was to avoid surveying the beach too closely.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The reason  \nfor Ambrose's need for partial inattention was obvious, of course.\u0026nbsp; Four giggling teenaged girls, each wearing  \nnothing but a thin piece or two of swimwear as they bounced and jiggled cutely  \non the makeshift volleyball court he'd set up for them, racing back and forth  \nas they set and spiked the big striped beach ball that he'd inflated for their  \nfun only moments before the girls had come out of the changing room (and he  \ndoing all he could not to pay attention to how little the foursome were  \nwearing).\u0026nbsp; Every so often, Ambrose would  \nalternate his attention to the stopwatch dangling from the arm of the lifeguard  \nseat, ensuring that the girls knew when an hour had passed, and they could go  \nswimming.\u0026nbsp; So fixed was Ambrose on not  \npaying attention, that he only partially noted a pause in the game after the  \nhour had almost expired, as the girls huddled together in conversation.\u0026nbsp; An ear perked as Lyra left the group and  \nwalked over to his seat, and then had to repress a slight shiver as she reached  \nup and touched his bare-furred thigh to get his attention.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Rose?\"  \nbegan Lyra, blushing like a naughty schoolgirl caught passing notes, as Ambrose  \nset down his book, giving her his undivided attention.\u0026nbsp; \"I, um, kinda forgot to put on a second layer  \nof suntan lotion.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, of course,  \nMiss Lyra,\" replied Ambrose with a friendly smile, reaching to the sack of swim  \nsupplies hanging from the side of the lifeguard seat, and pulling out a squeeze  \nbottle of the creamy stuff.\u0026nbsp; \"Here you  \ngo.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well, you  \nsee, Ambrose, I sometimes have trouble reaching places,\" said Lyra, her cheeks  \nflushing a bit more.\u0026nbsp; \"You know how it  \nis.\u0026nbsp; I've got really sensitive skin.\u0026nbsp; If I miss a spot, especially after I've been  \nplaying in the sand like that, getting it all rubbed off, then I get all burned  \nup and it hurts pretty bad.\u0026nbsp; Could you,  \num, you know . . . ?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Could I  \nwhat, Miss Lyra?\" asked Ambrose, no longer able to draw his attention away from  \npaying full attention to the girl standing before him.\u0026nbsp; \"If you need something, you know that I am  \nhappy and eager to serve, in any way I can.\u0026nbsp;  \nThat's what I was made for, after all.\u0026nbsp;  \nIt's what pleases me best.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Could you  \nput the lotion on me, then?\" Lyra managed to get out finally, her voice a cute,  \nnervous little squeak as her whole face turned bright red in embarrassment.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \nblinked at this request, but, after a moment's hesitation, just nodded, and  \nslid gracefully from the seat down onto the sand, his large hind paws holding  \nhim up far better than human feet would.\u0026nbsp;  \nHe didn't question why Lyra had chosen him instead of getting one of her  \nfriends to do this.\u0026nbsp; He didn't pause to  \nconsider the ramifications of what she was asking.\u0026nbsp; The tall, sleek-furred dobiemorph wasn't  \ntrained to question direct requests from humans he recognized as friends (to  \nsay nothing of how he reacted to commands from Mistress Lords).\u0026nbsp; Of course, this also meant that he had to  \nfocus on something that made him most uncomfortable.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; As  \nAmbrose's attention was turned to the girls, he was now noticing what they were  \nwearing, and how good it looked, his tail giving an involuntary wiggle as he  \nconsidered his four teenaged charges.\u0026nbsp;  \nDottie, being the sensible one, had of course brought her own simple,  \nmodest light blue one-piece from home, which she filled out nicely, the  \nremnants of her days when she was unhealthily plump having left her with a  \nfigure that was well on its way to becoming womanly.\u0026nbsp; It seemed that she'd forgotten that her  \nswimsuit was from those days, though, for it was a bit loose on her.\u0026nbsp; This made the suit a bit wrinkled, and had  \nmade Dottie forgo diving for the ball in their recent game, but it should serve  \njust fine as long as she didn't do anything too strenuous.\u0026nbsp; Rianne, who had picked out one of Diane  \nLords' backup swimsuits, had pulled on a green bikini which actually did a good  \njob complementing her bright green eyes, if only she hadn't chosen one that was  \nso very small.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose had to work  \nespecially hard to overlook the fact that the swimsuit's bottom was a thong,  \nshowing off Rianne's pert, althetically-firm bare bum almost completely,  \nincluding the dusting of freckles that reached even down there.\u0026nbsp; Mercy was also wearing a bikini, one with a  \ntropical floral print, but thankfully this was a normal one, though Ambrose had  \nto watch himself whenever his young mistress showed off any amount of her  \nperfect pink skin.\u0026nbsp; Finally, Lyra was  \nalso wearing a bikini, white with pink polka-dots and side-tying knots on each  \nhip of the bottoms, which did absolutely nothing to conceal her perky, bouncy  \nadolescent body, save in the delicious details that were left to Ambrose's  \nimagination.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"We'll be  \nswimming out to the raft,\" Rianne called out from the shore as she heard the  \ntimer on the stopwatch beeping with the end of their hour's wait, even as Lyra  \nwas lying face-down on one of the beach towels the girls had laid out before  \nstarting their game.\u0026nbsp; \"Lyra can join us  \nonce you're all done, Rose, okay?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Of  \ncourse,\" replied Ambrose, his eyes briefly passing over the girls as they  \nsplashed into the water before he turned off the alarm on the stopwatch, his  \njaw tightening a bit as he noted the flash of well-tanned pink from Rianne's  \nbared bum, before he knelt on the sand next to the beach towel.\u0026nbsp; Running his eyes along Lyra's smooth,  \nfair-skinned back, he began squirting out a liberal dose of suntan lotion onto  \nhis big handpaws, letting it warm a bit before he reached down and started to  \ngently rub against Lyra's shoulders.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Mmm, that  \nfeels nice,\" said Lyra, smiling happily as she closed her eyes, relaxing on the  \nbeach towel.\u0026nbsp; \"You give massages much,  \nRose?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Whenever  \nmy mistresses ask it of me,\" the dobiemorph answered truthfully, lies not  \nreally a part of his way of thinking.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Mistress Dianne likes a good rub-down after her evening swim, either in  \nthe pool or in the ocean.\u0026nbsp; It helps her  \nto cool down and to keep her body from tensing up too much.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Really?\"  \nsaid Lyra with a happy sigh as Ambrose began kneading against her neck, his  \nfingers doing such exquisite things, releasing tensions she didn't even know  \nwhere there until he'd made them go away.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"What about Mercy?\u0026nbsp; You do this  \nfor her much?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Every day,  \nin our morning shower,\" answered Ambrose without thinking, all his attention  \nnow focused on properly serving his young mistress' friend, and on not letting  \nhis mind travel into the natural paths that it so desperately wanted to  \nfollow.\u0026nbsp; \"Only a quick one, though,  \nbefore she heads off the school.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I don't  \nblame them for wanting you to give these,\" said Lyra, arching her back a bit  \ninto Ambrose's large, gentle paws as he started to work on her upper back,  \nabove the knot of her bikini top.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"You're . . . oh wow, I could almost just fall asleep in the sun like  \nthis.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"All the  \nmore reason for the lotion, of course,\" said Ambrose with a smirk, his tail  \nwagging at the compliment.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm glad that  \nyou appreciate my services, though.\u0026nbsp; I do  \ntry hard to please.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well,  \nthanks for trying,\" said Lyra, looking over her shoulder with a bright smile,  \nher bright light blue eyes sparkling with youthful life, and a hint of  \nmischief.\u0026nbsp; \"You're doing a great job.\u0026nbsp; Hmm, and you're right - that suntan lotion's  \njust what I need.\u0026nbsp; But, well,\" she  \ngiggled in embarrassment, even as her small hands moved behind her, to her  \nupper back, \"with my sensitive skin, I think it wouldn't hurt to rub it on  \neverywhere, huh?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The  \ndobiemorph's jaw parted in surprise as Lyra tugged on the knot of her bikini  \ntop, and then lay back down on the sand, resting her head on her arms, as the  \nstrings dropped to her sides, laying her smooth young back completely bare.\u0026nbsp; But he quickly recovered, and just gave a  \nbrief nod, his jaw tightening a bit more as his stomach rippled a bit, keeping  \nan embarrassing incident from happening.\u0026nbsp;  \nAfter all, the bikini briefs that Dianne Lords insisted Ambrose wear on  \nthe beach just weren't made for accidental demonstrations of male arousal.\u0026nbsp; Especially not ones as prominent as  \nAmbrose's.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; To better  \nwork the lotion into Lyra's skin, and to provide her with a proper rubdown,  \nAmbrose straddled the pigtailed blonde teen, his knees resting on either side  \nof her knees, and leant over her as he worked in the heels of his palms,  \nexerting all his effort and skill to relaxing her, undoing all the kinks and  \ncatches of her muscles that had accumulated for so long, and which desperately  \nneeded to be worked out before they caused problems.\u0026nbsp; The big male couldn't help but wag his tail,  \ngrinning a bit as he heard Lyra make sweet little cooing and moaning sounds of  \npleasure, moving her body up into his hands like a cat.\u0026nbsp; Her skin really was sensitive, it seemed, and  \nshe was obviously loving all of his attentions.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; All too  \nsoon, Ambrose reached the small of Lyra's back, finishing up the last of his  \nwork there, her smooth pink skin now glistening lightly with suntan  \nlotion.\u0026nbsp; Lifting himself slightly, he  \nbegan to shuffle backwards on his knees over the sand, so that he was now  \nkneeling by her feet.\u0026nbsp; His hands then  \ncame down once more, and though he noted a slight tensing in the girlish  \nmuscles, as though she was expecting something else, his paws only went to rest  \non the backs of her thighs, and before too long he was working his way down  \neach leg, the larger muscle groups, with fewer moving parts, much easier to  \nwork with, and soon each leg, and even her feet, were glistening with a layer  \nof the smooth, sun blocking lotion.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"All right,  \nMiss Lyra, time to turn over,\" said Ambrose as he finished, smiling to himself  \nas he nodded, obviously quite pleased with his performance, having done as he  \nwas asked without losing more than a bit of his self-mastery.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll get your front lotioned up and then you  \ncan join the others on the raft.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"But you  \nmissed a spot,\" protested Lyra, half-sleepily, obviously completely relaxed now  \nas she looked over her shoulder at Ambrose.\u0026nbsp;  \nShe lifted her bikini-clad bum slightly, and smiled at Ambrose.\u0026nbsp; \"Can you get the ties, please?\" she asked  \nwith a light giggle.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm, well, kinda  \nzoned out here - you give really good massages, Rose.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Y-yes Miss  \nLyra,\" said Ambrose, his eyes widening in surprise at this request, his jaw  \ntightening even more.\u0026nbsp; \"Right away.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose's  \npaws moved forward, and deftly undid the knots on either side of the side-tying  \nbikini bottoms, before peeling them back, baring Lyra's smooth pink tush to the  \nsunlight and gentle breeze of the beach.\u0026nbsp;  \nSwallowing down a tense lump that had formed in his throat, Ambrose  \nforced himself to overlook the hard and very arousing reality that he was  \nstaring at the smooth, rounded rump of a sexy teenaged girl, her scent clean  \nand bright and healthy.\u0026nbsp; He blotted out  \nsight and scent as best as he could before he could dwell on either, his large  \npaws reaching out, and began to knead his way back down, starting at the small  \nof Lyra's back, and then down, working his thick fingers into the large muscles  \nof each gluteous maximus of Lyra's cute bubble butt, the pair of cheeks forming  \nan almost perfect double \"O.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Even in  \nthese difficult circumstances, Ambrose might have managed to escape the perils  \nthat tempted him, if only Lyra hadn't been so very responsive to his  \ntouch.\u0026nbsp; Almost as soon as he began  \nworking the heels of his palms into the small of her back once more, the  \npigtailed blonde teen was lifting her back into his touch, giving soft moans  \nand gasps of obvious enjoyment.\u0026nbsp; Every  \nstep of the way, as Ambrose leaned over to apply his weight into the rubdown,  \nLyra would press back against him, lifting her pearly pink tush higher and  \nhigher, as Ambrose's nose drew nearer and nearer to her body.\n\n  \n  \n\nThe dobiemorph's nostrils suddenly  \nflared as he was cupping his palms around the creases at the very base of the  \ngirl's hiney, the effort at maintaining his concentration suddenly becoming too  \ngreat as she slid her knees beneath her, lifting her rump up a bit higher,  \napparently to let him handle her back there all the better.\u0026nbsp; This, however, was also the very position  \nthat Ambrose's instincts recognized as the 'presentation' stance of a bitch in  \nheat.\u0026nbsp; And as his muzzle drew ever nearer  \nto Lyra's upraised rump, he gave a soft gasp as her scent hit his nose,  \nrevealing to him that Lyra, like Mercy this morning, was almost achingly ripe,  \nher fertile womb practically crying out for a virile male to fill her with his  \nseed, planting his puppies deep and true within her belly.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWithout thinking, his instincts  \novercoming all reason, Ambrose's tongue arched out, driving against Lyra's honey-sweet  \nbared puss, now quite easily accessed in her present position.\u0026nbsp; The sweet teen gave a sharp gasp of surprise,  \nlooking back over her shoulder with a hint of fright in her eyes.\u0026nbsp; But a moment later, as Ambrose's tongue  \nlashed out again, tasting her virgin juices and finding them intoxicating, that  \ngasp turned to a long, deeply-pleasured moan, and the now-naked teen lifted  \nherself even more, presenting herself consciously, where before it had been  \nmerely an accident (or at least mostly so).\u0026nbsp;  \nHad Lyra struggled, cried out in protest, or done something - anything!  \n- to indicate that she didn't want anything to do with what Ambrose's instincts  \ndesired, then perhaps the loyal, eager-to-please dobiemorph might have been  \nable to triumph over his bestial lusts.\u0026nbsp;  \nBut Ambrose's instincts read Lyra's body language and scent too well,  \nand knew that she was offering herself to him fully.\u0026nbsp; Whatever he might do to her now, she would be  \nan eagerly willing participant.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh Rose!\" Lyra managed to get out,  \nbut these were the last words she said, before all her vocalizations turned to  \ncries of exquisite pleasure, the loud slurping of Ambrose's wonderful,  \nincredibly skilled tongue and suckling lips working over her bared, presented  \nsex filling her ears as she gripped the beach towel under her.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose knelt fully behind her now, his  \npowerful paws gripping her rump commandingly, his tongue invading her  \nsweetness, pressing up against the thin, perforated hymen just beyond her inner  \nlabia.\u0026nbsp; His licking was made easier  \nbecause of Lyra's smooth-shaved pubes, only the lightest dots marking where her  \ndarker pubic hair's roots lay, so that his tongue lapped over almost baby  \nsmooth skin wherever he probed.\n\n  \n  \n\nSuddenly, in the midst of this  \nhurricane of sensation, Lyra felt an overpowering surge of feeling blast over  \nher, leveling her reason, shattering her mind, shaking her body to the core,  \nmaking her upper body collapse to the towel, her lower half only held up by  \nAmbrose's powerful paws as he licked her to an earthshaking orgasm - the first  \nof what Lyra quickly realized would be so very many when this powerful,  \ndominant male mounted her like a bitch in heat, deflowering her, marking her as  \nhis own forever.\u0026nbsp; The very thought of  \nsuch a thing - so utterly obscene! - soon had Lyra's body flushed all over as  \nshe was rocked once more with a second orgasm, even more powerful than the  \nfirst, and then a third, her mind almost completely shutting down, save for  \nthoughts of how to increase the levels of pleasure filling her young, untried  \nbody.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was as Lyra felt Ambrose  \nshifting his stance behind her, drawing closer as he pulled down his Speedos,  \ntossing them aside on the sand, that she was blasted by another sensation.\u0026nbsp; This one, however, wasn't pleasant at  \nall.\u0026nbsp; It was the stinging of flying sand,  \nwhipping over her sensitive naked skin.\n\n  \n  \n\n\"Ouch!\" cried out Lyra, starting  \nup, looking around.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose joined her,  \nhis ears suddenly perked, his attention now drawn back to the harsh reality of  \nthe present.\u0026nbsp; It turned out that the  \nweather report that morning had been very wrong: the weather was turning nasty  \nat an incredible speed.\n\n  \n  \n\n\"Quick, get the things on the beach  \ntogether,\" said Ambrose to Lyra, his voice firm but still surprisingly calm,  \nrising quickly as he hurried towards the shore, where already the waves were  \nstarting to rise in height dangerously.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Take everything you can carry and get inside, Lyra.\u0026nbsp; I'm going to help the girls get off of the  \nraft.\"\n\n  \n  \n\nHeartened by Ambrose's command of  \nthe situation, Lyra hurriedly went about doing just what she'd been told, even  \nas Ambrose grabbed up his lifeguard's bellyboard from where it lay by the side  \nof the high seat, and raced to the shore.\u0026nbsp;  \nThere, clearly visible a good distance out, was the big wooden raft,  \nwhich had been moored by a great chain attached to a cement block at the bottom  \nof the bay.\u0026nbsp; The three girls were  \ncrouching on the raft, which was starting to sway dangerously, far too unstable  \nfor a proper foothold.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Swim for the shore!\" he called out  \nover the rising wind.\u0026nbsp; \"Don't worry - I'm  \nwatching you.\u0026nbsp; You can make it!\"\n\n  \n  \n\nRianne started up, calling to the  \nothers and motioning with her hand before she dove into the waves, her lithe,  \nathletic body cutting through the waters like a hot knife through butter.\u0026nbsp; She was soon on shore, where Ambrose reached  \nout and helped pull her the last short distance onto the sand.\u0026nbsp; Both their gazes turned, then, to the raft,  \nwhere a crisis was now unfolding.\n\n  \n  \n\nMercy was obviously talking to  \nDottie, crouched by the other girl, who cowered, hugging the hard wood of the  \ncenter of the raft, seemingly frozen in panic as the wind kept rising, making  \nthe waves grow even more powerful, a scattering of rain already pelting down,  \nstarting to make visibility poor.\u0026nbsp; It  \ntook some time, as the calm, gentle Mercy spoke to her friend, the words said  \nimpossible to hear on the shore because of the rush of the wind and rain.\u0026nbsp; But whatever they were, they worked.\u0026nbsp; Soon, tentatively, Dottie rose to her feet,  \nand Mercy and Dottie hurried to the edge of the big log raft, ready to dive in  \nand swim for safety.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was at this moment that the  \nworst case scenario happened.\u0026nbsp; An  \nespecially powerful gust of wind picked up just as Mercy and Dottie were about  \nto jump into the water.\u0026nbsp; The raft heaved  \ndangerously, and both girls went tumbling into the roiling waves.\u0026nbsp; A heartbeat later, Ambrose was in the water,  \npaddling hard as he rested on his bellyboard, his powerful limbs carrying him  \ntowards his young mistress and her friend in a matter of moments.\n\n  \n  \n\nMercy's head broke the water first,  \nand she was soon spluttering for gasping breaths of air as the waves began to  \nwash over her, the only thing keeping her afloat her calm, assured nature,  \nwhich kept her legs and arms moving as she treaded water.\u0026nbsp; Dottie, however, managed to rise to the  \nsurface once, a short distance away, and gave a loud scream as she began to  \nthrash, now frightened out of her wits, before another great wave pushed her  \nunder once more.\n\n  \n  \n\nThings might have gone from bad to  \nworse then, as Mercy tried to hunt around for her friend in the midst of storm-tossed  \nwater.\u0026nbsp; But the two girls weren't  \nalone.\u0026nbsp; Mercy soon felt a strong, warm  \narm wrap around her, and almost laughed out loud as she looked up into the deep  \nbrown eyes of her loyal friend and dearest companion.\u0026nbsp; Holding Mercy close as he leaned on the  \nbellyboard, Ambrose reached out with his other arm, managing only with  \ndifficult to snag Dottie before she went under a third time, pulling her to his  \npowerful chest despite her panicked thrashing, murmuring soft, soothing sounds  \nthat were almost words as the three of them floated there for a few moments,  \nuntil the frightened teen in his arm calmed herself, her thrashing ceasing as  \nshe realized she was indeed safe, held close by both her friend and her  \npowerful canomorph protector.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRianne was still waiting for them  \non the shore as Ambrose pulled himself out, his powerful legs driving the  \nbellyboard up onto the wet sand, where the skinny redheaded teen was waiting  \nwith Lyra, who had come back, holding the large basket with the beach supplies  \nunder one arm.\u0026nbsp; The three waterlogged  \nsurvivors then joined their two companions on the shore, and they all began a  \nmad dash run towards the house, Ambrose having to catch up poor Dottie in his  \narms as she almost stumbled, the ordeal of almost drowning proving too much for  \nher right then.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That was  \ntoo close!\" exclaimed Rianne as the five waterlogged survivors of the sudden  \nstorm hurried into the kitchen, dripping water.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"I thought Dottie was a goner for a moment there.\u0026nbsp; Why, if Rose hadn't . . .\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; As Rianne  \nsaid the dobiemorph's name, the male the last one to enter the kitchenm still  \nholding poor Dottie in his powerful arms, safe against his broad chest, all  \neyes turned to him, even Dottie's, though while she looked up, at the face of  \nthe one who'd saved her, the other three girls looked down, below Ambrose's  \nwaist.\u0026nbsp; Naturally, not having taken the  \ntime to put his Speedos back on, the sleek black canomorph was as naked as a  \njaybird, his sheath still quite swollen from his earlier state of full and  \nextreme arousal, more than a little bit of his semihard doghood peeking out  \nfrom its protective covering, bobbing a bit as the large male walked, as though  \nsaying \"Hi\" to the three staring girls.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Smiling  \ndown at Dottie, Ambrose pushed the glass door to the kitchen shut with his  \nfoot, and was too preoccupied at first to notice that anything was amiss.\u0026nbsp; But as he was walking towards the entry hall,  \nwhere he could direct the girls so that they could all get changed out of their  \nswimsuits without getting the carpets too wet, he realized that the girls  \nweren't moving forward anymore.\u0026nbsp; Instead,  \nthey were looking at him.\u0026nbsp; Specifically,  \nthey were staring down, at his . . .\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh dear,\"  \nsaid Ambrose as he looked down, his ears laying back as his whiskers fanned out  \nI extreme embarrassment, his hands too busy holding Dottie for him to move them  \nto retain any shred of modesty.\u0026nbsp; \"I, I'm  \nvery sorry about . . . I mean, I can explain . . .\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You know,\"  \nsaid Rianne, glancing sidelong, and a little suspiciously at Lyra (who had  \nsomehow managed to find time to pull on her bikini, though the knots were  \npoorly tied, and looked like they would give way at any moment), \"I really  \ndon't think we want to get the carpets all wet, do we?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mercy,  \nLyra, and Dottie all turned their eyes from Ambrose to Rianne as the slim  \nredhead reached back, and untied her bikini top, pulling it off, before bending  \ndown, and economically stripping off her thong.\u0026nbsp;  \nShe then turned and looked at Ambrose again, cocking her head to the  \nside expectantly.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Why don't  \nyou put Dottie down, and go get us some towels, all right, Rose?\" she said,  \ngiving him a smile that wasn't at all sardonic, like most of her facial  \nexpressions.\u0026nbsp; \"That way we can dry off in  \nhere, and keep the mess to a minimum.\u0026nbsp; I  \nmean, what's the big deal, right?\u0026nbsp; It's just  \nus girls and you here, after all.\u0026nbsp; No  \nneed to be all shy.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A long  \nmoment of silence passed, as this suggestion gradually sunk in.\u0026nbsp; And then, as though acting on an unseen  \nsignal, Lyra and Mercy also began to peel off their bikinis, laying the  \nswimsuits in a pile in the sink.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"O-of  \ncourse,\" said Ambrose, realizing that Rianne had just thrown him a lifeline,  \nhis tail wagging furiously as he gently lowered Dottie, letting her get her  \nfeet on the floor, before he took the chance Rianne gave him, and hurried from  \nthe room.\u0026nbsp; \"I shall be back in a few  \nminutes.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Rianne let  \nher eyes follow Ambrose's tight furry butt all the way out, a mildly lecherous  \nsmirk now back in place as she ogled his tush, before she turned and looked at  \nDottie.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well,  \nyou'd better get out of yours too, girl,\" said the redhead with a grin.\u0026nbsp; Dottie flushed in embarrassment, but then bit  \nher lower lip and nodded.\u0026nbsp; It seemed like  \nthe right thing to do right then, and she didn't fight the impulse, pulling her  \none piece bathing suit down, stepping out of it on the now quite wet tile of  \nthe kitchen, and then dumping it in the sink with the bikinis of her friends.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"And you,\"  \ncontinued Rianne as Dottie was undressing, turning to look at Lyra, \"you, I  \nthink, have some explaining to do.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I . . .  \num, I really don't know what you're talking about,\" answered Lyra, her cheeks  \nsuddenly turning a bright rosy red like twin apples as she hugged herself  \nunconsciously, her arms wrapping around her naked middle, just beneath the  \ngently swelling mounds of her breasts.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Really.\u0026nbsp; Honest.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Honestly  \nlying,\" answered Rianne with a triumphant grin.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"You know, if you're gonna play with Mercy's dogboy, you really oughta  \nask her permission first,\" she glanced at the girl in question, \"right Mercy?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"He's not a  \ndogboy,\" said Mercy, blinking several times in startled surprise, her eyes  \nbetraying her confusion.\u0026nbsp; \"And what do  \nyou mean, Rianne?\u0026nbsp; What would Lyra need  \nto ask me about Rose?\u0026nbsp; I mean, he's happy  \nto do whatever makes us happy - I don't mind him doing that at all.\u0026nbsp; You're my friends, and I like you to be  \nhappy.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Rianne's  \ngrin got a bit wider, and Lyra's blush got a bit deeper, even as Dottie's eyes  \nwidened and her own cheeks flushed as she, with her sharp intellect, put all  \nthe pieces together, despite starting from the same clueless point where Mercy  \nbegan.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It's all  \nright, Lyra,\" said Rianne with a giggle, reaching over to pat the pigtailed  \nblonde's back, rubbing her smooth skin gently.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"I'm just teasing, you know - I think it's kinda hot, honestly.\u0026nbsp; But you've gotta tell us everything that  \nhappened later on, okay?\u0026nbsp; I want every  \njuicy detail.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"All . . .  \nall right,\" said Lyra shyly, giggling herself.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"But . . . later, okay?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Done  \ndeal,\" laughed Rianne, even as the girls heard the click of Ambrose's blunt  \ntoeclaws on the floor outside the kitchen.\u0026nbsp;  \nAll eyes turned once more, though the girls were all rather disappointed  \n(some more than others) to find that, while his arms were laden with towels for  \neveryone, Ambrose had wrapped one of the larger towels around his middle,  \nconcealing his naughty bits from their eager gazes.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Here you  \ngo, girls,\" said Ambrose proudly, setting the towels on the table, and then  \ntaking some of the larger ones as he knelt on the floor.\u0026nbsp; \"I thought that you might like something fun  \nto do indoors, and so I took the liberty of setting out a few board and card  \ngames in the living room earlier today, just in case.\u0026nbsp; After you get yourselves showered off, to get  \nthe salt and sand off, you might consider that to take up the rest of the  \nafternoon.\u0026nbsp; If that bores you, of course,  \nI'm sure that we can think of other things to do - I've got several backup  \nplans just waiting to be brought into play.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"All right,  \nRose,\" said Mercy, taking charge of the situation once more as she got herself  \nback together, shaking off the shaking rush of adrenaline that had left her  \nbody, the full impact of what had almost happened to her and her friend not  \nquite sinking in just yet.\u0026nbsp; \"We'll use  \nthe big showers, in the gym.\u0026nbsp; That way we  \ncan all stay together.\u0026nbsp; And you,\" she  \npointed at the sleek, slightly damp dobiemorph, \"will be joining us.\u0026nbsp; No, no buts,\" said Mercy, lifting her open  \npalm, facing towards Ambrose as she started to protest.\u0026nbsp; \"I insist - you need the shower as much as  \nus, after all, and besides,\" she giggled cutely as she picked up one of the  \ntowels, \"I almost never shower without you there.\u0026nbsp; It feels so weird when I bathe alone.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose and  \nthe other girls looked a bit shocked at this admission, but took it in stride,  \nthe girls soon gathering up their own towels to buff themselves off just enough  \nto keep from dripping, before they started filing out of the kitchen.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I want to  \ndry up the floor a bit before anything stains,\" said Ambrose as Mercy looked  \nback at him.\u0026nbsp; \"I shall be there in a few  \nminutes.\u0026nbsp; I promise.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mercy  \nconsidered this for a few moments, and then nodded.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"All  \nright,\" she said finally with a nod.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"See you there.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose did  \nindeed only take a few minutes, using the towels to soak up the worst of the  \nwater, thus keeping it from touching any of the wood of the cabinets, which  \nwould likely have resulted in staining or warping.\u0026nbsp; It would dry nicely, and the dobiemorph would  \nhave to mop the kitchen later, but for now he'd prevented a much worse cleanup  \njob.\u0026nbsp; He also carefully retrieved the  \ndripping swimsuits from the sink, and dropped them down a laundry chute at the  \nbase of the stairs leading up, so that they would be out of the way in the  \nlaundry room, for when he could go and deal with them later.\u0026nbsp; Sighing in relief and satisfaction at having  \nstopped his Mistress' property from being damaged, Ambrose then left the  \nkitchen, making his way through the house to the stairs that led down, into the  \nbasement den, and then along a hall into the gym.\u0026nbsp; Mistress Lords always insisted on having the  \nbest exercise equipment available, and there was even a door leading to an  \nindoor pool, for those days when it was a bad day for swimming outside.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose took this door, since it led not just  \nto the pool, but also to the large changing rooms which Dianne Lords had built  \nfor those times when she had friends over for pool or beach parties.\u0026nbsp; There were spaces in the vast changing rooms  \nfor group showers, individual showers, and even a hot tub and a sauna.\u0026nbsp; With Ambrose himself acting as a masseur on command,  \nDianne Lords had enough down there for her own health spa.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; As he  \nentered the changing rooms, shutting the door quietly behind him, Ambrose  \nfrowned as his sensitive ears picked up the sound of running water.\u0026nbsp; Of course, Miss Mercy had told him that he  \nwould be joining them in the shower, but still, she couldn't possible have  \nmeant . . . well, not really in the shower, of course.\u0026nbsp; That would be indecent under the best of  \ncircumstances.\u0026nbsp; And these were hardly the  \nbest of circumstances, for twice today Ambrose had been almost overwhelmed by  \nhis instincts, driven to distraction by the heady fertility of two of his  \nteenaged charges, a distraction that lingered still, making it hard for him to  \nfocus himself, to resist further temptations.\u0026nbsp;  \nBright fellow that he was, Ambrose was quickly realizing that all of the  \ngirls were probably on the same menstrual cycle now, from the time they spent  \ntogether.\u0026nbsp; If he was made to stand close  \nto them, all together like that, in the warmth of the group showers . . . or,  \nworse yet, asked to help them bathe . . . the dobiemorph gave a soft whimper as  \nhe began walking towards the sound of the running water.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Though Lyra  \nhad been gifted with the presence of mind to scoop up Ambrose's Speedos (and  \nhis book as well, which made his tail wag just to think of it), he hadn't  \nbothered changing into them, or into anything else for that matter.\u0026nbsp; He'd been too preoccupied up until then to  \nconsider it, and so was still wearing just a towel that stopped a few inches  \nabove his knees.\u0026nbsp; Now, as he came to the  \nopen entryway leading into the showers, the sound of girlish giggling and  \nhushed voices greeting his cropped ears, he found that he was regretting it  \ndeeply, for he knew that he'd have no excuse to cover himself up if the girls  \ndid indeed desire the worst of him.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose had  \nbeen trying to brace himself for what he knew would be before him as he stepped  \ninto the shower room.\u0026nbsp; It was all in  \nvain, though, for his eyes soon strayed over the sweet pink flesh of the four  \ngirls standing there by the water, not stepping into it yet, their hands  \nfeeling the streams of wetness raining down from the shower heads until they  \nwere the right temperature.\u0026nbsp; Though there  \nwere numerous showers along the walls, providing plenty of room for privacy as  \nwell as enough for however large a party might come down here, the girls had  \nchosen to use the ones on the wall immediately opposite the entryway.\u0026nbsp; They were facing away from him, all four  \ngirls slightly bent over as they tested the water's heat with their hands, their  \npert pink bottoms thrust out towards him.\u0026nbsp;  \nHis muzzle dropped open, and he had to lick his chops to keep himself  \nfrom drooling as he caught sight of four perfect teenaged slits that had never  \nbeen tested for tightness by any male.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe steam that was just starting to rise from the showers didn't dampen  \nthe pheromones that were in the air, instead acting to carry them all the  \nbetter to the poor, overwrought canid's nose, confirming his suspicions about  \nthe synchronized menstrual cycles of his young charges.\u0026nbsp; They were all fertile right then, Lyra and  \nDottie achingly so, while Rianne and Mercy were only a matter of hours from  \ntheir peak fertility, though it was quite likely that any male who claimed them  \nright then would indeed manage to knock them up nicely.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Just when  \nAmbrose was certain that things couldn't get any worse, and he was about to  \nmake a quiet exit, more concerned about propriety right then than about keeping  \nhis promise to Mercy, perhaps salvaging what was otherwise a hopeless  \nsituation, Lyra, who had been holding the bottle of bodywash the four girls  \nwere going to use, suddenly said \"Oops!\" in a cute little-girl's voice, so that  \nAmbrose couldn't be certain if it was in the least bit sincere, as the bottle  \ndropped to the floor of the shower.\n\n  \n  \n\nRight then, as though the whole  \nthing were choreographed, all four girls bent over at the waist to grab for the  \nbottle of liquid soap, thrusting their perfect bare behinds out even further,  \nletting him see . . . everything.\u0026nbsp;  \nAmbrose bit his lower lip, whimpering softly as he struggled with all  \nhis might to control the muscles that controlled the erection of his penis, the  \nbattle a losing one as, gradually, inch-by-inch, his mighty puppymaker slid  \nfrom his sheath, rising to full erection, the weight of his heavy, aching balls  \ndragging his shaft downward as it reached full erection, so that it pointed  \ndirectly at the objects of his helpless lusting desire.\u0026nbsp; Almost lost now in a haze of instinctual,  \nprimal desperation, Ambrose let himself be drawn forward, following the  \ndirection pointed out by his rampant cock, drawing steadily nearer to those  \nfour smooth, uplifted adolescent rumps.\u0026nbsp;  \nHis paw left the towel at his waist, his burgeoning doghood already  \nhaving loosened its hold around his middle, and it dropped silently and  \nforgotten to the floor of the showers.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; What might  \nhave happened next was not something that Ambrose liked to think about, if  \nMercy had not turned her head just then, looking up at him with a bright smile,  \nbefore she stood up and turned to reach out and give her faithful companion a  \nsudden, loving hug.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Rose!\"  \nexclaimed the bright blonde enthusiastically as Ambrose awkwardly returned her  \nhug, trying so carefully not to let his paws stray anywhere beyond her upper  \nback.\u0026nbsp; \"You came - I was getting worried  \nyou wouldn't make it.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I . . .  \nwhy would you think that, Miss Mercy?\" asked Ambrose, taking a step back,  \nlooking down at his young mistress, blinking in some surprise.\u0026nbsp; \"I promised, after all.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well, you  \nseemed so nervous about coming down and helping us all shower, that I wasn't  \nsure if you really would do it, is all,\" said Mercy with a bright, sunny smile,  \nno more ashamed about her nudity right then than she had been that morning.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"H-helping  \nyou all shower?\" Ambrose said with a slight stammer, his eyes widening as he  \nrealized just what Mercy was expecting of him, and that it was indeed the worst  \ncase scenario he'd been dreading - the very scenario for which he just couldn't  \nthink of any way to avoid, his brain locking up completely as he considered it.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh yes,\"  \nsaid Rianne with a teasing grin, stepping forward as Ambrose turned to face  \nher.\u0026nbsp; \"Lyra was just telling us all about  \nhow you give these really good tongue baths.\"\u0026nbsp;  \nShe licked her lips as her bright green eyes slid up, and then down,  \nuntil they came to a stop on his rock hard doggie cock.\u0026nbsp; \"Mmm, well now - looks like somebody likes  \nthe idea a lot.\"\u0026nbsp; She giggled, as did the  \nother girls as they looked at Ambrose's doghood with wide, eager eyes.\u0026nbsp; Even reserved, shy Dottie was looking at Ambrose  \nnow, her cheeks flushed with as much desire as embarrassment as the nerdy  \nauburn-haired beauty's breathing started to speed up.\u0026nbsp; He could smell their commingled arousal in  \nthe moist air of the showers, the scent intoxicating him.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I just  \nwanted to say,\" said Dottie, now stepping forward, reaching out, her small  \nhands touching Ambrose's firm, furry chest, \"well . . . thank you for saving me  \nout there.\u0026nbsp; I think I'd have drowned if  \nyou hadn't pulled me out of the water when you did.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \nturned to Dottie then, and then smiled, his tail wagging as he cupped her chin,  \ntilting it upward, and then suddenly bent his head on an impulse, his muzzle  \nmeeting her lips as he kissed her, firm but gentle, and oh so very sweet.\u0026nbsp; He knew that this was her first kiss, and  \nthat she'd never forget it.\u0026nbsp; She started  \na little as she felt his hard cock pressing against her smooth, flat tummy, but  \nhe just held her closer, his kiss deepening, tongue invading her mouth, making  \nher eyes roll back into her head as the power of Ambrose's kiss overwhelmed her  \nresistances, one by one, until there was nothing left but acceptance.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He smelled  \nMercy nearby, felt her pressing the bottle of bodywash into his paws as they  \nroamed Dottie's back, and he broke the kiss, leaving the auburn-haired teen  \ngasping for breath, wavering as she stood there until Rianne stepped up behind  \nher, holding her up by her shoulders while Ambrose squirted a generous amount  \nof liquid soap onto his big paws.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"If you  \nwish me to bathe you, one by one, then very well,\" said Ambrose with a gentle  \nsmile, looking between the four teens and nodding.\u0026nbsp; \"But please, try to be patient while each of  \nyou has a turn.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The other  \nthree girls moved back slightly, so that Dottie was standing there, alone and  \nvulnerable, feeling slightly frightened, before Ambrose's big paws rested on  \nher shoulders, and she looked up into his soulful brown eyes, her hazel ones  \nwidening as he felt her starting to rub his gentle hands against her smooth  \nskin, starting high on her body, and then gradually working downwards, soaping  \nher up until her skin glistened with a light sudsy lather.\u0026nbsp; She bit her lower lip as the big male moved  \nbehind her, pulling her back against his chest, letting her feel his firm cock  \nresting against her bum, as his paws handled her breasts, nice and slow, making  \nher moan in eagerness and enjoyment.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mercy  \nwatched with shock and even a little bit of envy, the latter of which was  \neasily quashed as she realized that she'd have a turn soon enough.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose wasn't handling her friend as he did  \nher every morning, with a quick standing rubdown and rinse off, setting her  \nskin afire with a healthy glow before she had to rush into the day.\u0026nbsp; Instead, this was a slow, sensual caressing  \nof her friend's naked body, the erotic touch of a most experienced lover, who  \nknew exactly where and how much to tough a female to bring her the most  \nsatisfaction.\u0026nbsp; The honey blonde teen gave  \na sharp gasp as she heard her nerdy, conservative friend squeal in delight as  \none of Ambrose's paws worked its way between her legs, even as his other paw  \nreached up to the tight, bookish bun of her hair, and pulled it carefully free,  \nletting Dottie's beautiful auburn hair spill down to her shoulders.\u0026nbsp; Almost without thinking, Mercy slipped her  \nown hand between her legs, and began to explore eagerly as she watched with  \nwide blue eyes.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The squeal  \nrose in pitch as Dottie's eyes opened wide, staring around at her friends  \nalmost sightlessly as the dobiemorph's paw flexed and stroked through her  \nlightly trimmed pubic fuzz, and then into her most precious places, the heel of  \nhis palm arching into her, the noise of running water overshadowed now by the  \nwet squelching of the dogservant's skilled fingers.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I . . . I  \ncan't . . .\" choked out Dottie, before Ambrose carefully maneuvered the  \nnear-limp teen into the rush of warm water, letting it rinse her body down, the  \nsoap flowing off even as he pressed inward a bit harder.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Let it go,  \nDorothy,\" said Ambrose gently in Dottie's ear, his voice at once sensual and  \ncomforting, its deep tones echoing in the girl's mind as she followed his  \ncommand, her orgasm washing over her like the rush of the shower, blotting out  \nall else as she bucked and thrashed in the mighty male's strong arms, as he  \nheld her firmly but gently, keeping her from injuring herself with the  \nspasmodic jerking that was so like an electric shockdance.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The three  \nother girls watched in silence as Dottie's hazel eyes closed then, as her  \nspasms receded, her strength utterly spent.\u0026nbsp;  \nShe hung limply in Ambrose's arms as he lifted her up so easily, as  \nthough she weighed but naught, and carried her from the stream of water,  \nsetting her on a nearby smooth ceramic shelf next to a sink, the tile now quite  \nwarm with the warmth of the steaming water, as well as slightly slick.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Turning  \nback to the threesome before him, Ambrose couldn't help but smirk smugly at the  \nlooks of astonishment and eager desire on their faces, reflected in their wide,  \nawestruck eyes.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Rianne,\"  \nhe said, his voice still a rumbling basso note that trembled through each  \ngirl's body like the aftershocks of an earthquake.\u0026nbsp; \"You will help me with Lyra.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The  \nplatinum blonde blinked in surprise as she heard this, and then gasped in still  \nmore shock when Rianne reached around from behind her, sticking her hands out  \nfrom under Lyra's armpits.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose soon  \nfilled these hands with the sweet-smelling bodywash, and began to move over  \nLyra's smooth pink body, cupping her plump breasts.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"N-now wait  \na minute,\" Lyra began to protest, but all protest was silenced as Ambrose stepped  \nforward and engulfed her in his embrace, kissing her, his tongue invading her  \nmouth like a conquering army before which she could do nothing but submit.\u0026nbsp; Her head lolled back as Ambrose released her  \nfrom the kiss, basking in the wonderful sensations of having two sets of hands  \nmoving stroking over her lovely, sensitive skin, one set large and firm, the  \nother small and soft, but both just what she felt her body needed most.\u0026nbsp; She noted only partially the meeting of  \nRianne and Ambrose's lips in their own shared kiss, and realized only dimly  \nthat Ambrose's paws were moving over both her own smooth body, and also the  \nredhead's freckled skin.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Like  \nDottie, Lyra had a slightly plumpness about her.\u0026nbsp; But unlike Dottie, who had the healthy  \nplumpness expected of a girl who had only recently gotten into moderate shape,  \nLyra's plumpness wasn't because she was fat.\u0026nbsp;  \nRather, it was because she had such trained muscles, having worked so  \nvery hard, especially in sit-ups, so that when she was relaxed and not  \ndehydrated, she looked healthily rounded, thanks in no small part to her  \nslightly endomorphic body frame, which seemed only to draw still more attention  \nto her wonderfully smooth skin and squeezably plump breasts and bum.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRianne, on the other hand, was an  \nectomorph, tried and true, her body lean almost to the point of being skinny,  \nthough not quite to that unhealthy extreme.\u0026nbsp;  \nNow naked, Ambrose noted that her freckles went almost everywhere on her  \nbody - everywhere that the sun had ever touched, from between her breasts, each  \ncapped with the most startlingly candy pink nipples Ambrose had ever seen,  \nhighlighted against the tan that covered the rest of her body, all the way down  \nto her pert bare bottom.\u0026nbsp; While with  \nLyra, Ambrose had to be careful because of the great sensitivity of her skin,  \nwith Rianne he had to take some care because she had so little meat on her  \nbones, her lithe body easily bruised against his much greater bulk and  \nstrength.\n\n  \n  \n\nUnresisting, Lyra allowed Ambrose  \nto turn her to face Rianne, before Rianne's lips met hers hungrily.\u0026nbsp; Rianne wasn't as skilled a kisser as Ambrose,  \nbut she'd obviously had some practice, as had Lyra, practice which both girls  \ndemonstrated most eagerly as their small hands began to each roam the body of  \nthe other.\u0026nbsp; And as the two well-lathered  \ngirls stepped back, letting the soap wash from their bodies beneath the spray  \nof the showerhead, Ambrose knelt, his muzzle turning upwards as his head  \nslipped between the legs of the two close-pressed girls, his tongue extending  \nlike a scourge, lashing across their bared pink pussies with eager  \nabandon.\u0026nbsp; Both girls were shaved smooth,  \nand this made it easy for Ambrose to put his tongue to good use, his hard, deep  \nstrokes uninterrupted by any obstacles.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe girls pressed their smooth, flat bellies together, their snug  \nteenaged quims now clasping against each other, each hard clitoris touching the  \nother, sending still more waves of pleasure washing over them as Lyra and  \nRianne rubbed against each other, and Ambrose's eager oral organ worked them from  \nbeneath, their sweet, syrupy juices trickling down onto his broad, smooth  \ntongue and down his greedy throat.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The cries  \nfrom both girls were as sweet to the dogservant's cropped ears as the gush of  \ntheir honeyed juices were on his tastebuds.\u0026nbsp;  \nBlonde and redhead clutched each other close, each shivering and working  \nagainst the other still harder, drawing out still more pleasure, letting it  \ncrash through their defenses until they were all gone, and could only lean  \nagainst each other for support beneath the warm water beating down soothingly  \non their naked bodies, and on the massive, dinner-plate-sized hands that the  \ndobiemorph lifted so that they could each rest their pert tushes upon them.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Go rest,\"  \nsaid Ambrose softly as he stood, patting each girl on her rump encouragingly,  \nmotioning to the low, wide ceramic shelf on which Dottie had already begun to  \nstir, her hazel eyes watching the scene taking place in the showers with  \nsleepy, moderately aroused interest, though her recent multiple orgasms prevented  \nmore than that right then.\u0026nbsp; \"I have one  \nlast charge to fulfill, before I have done fully as you wished.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He turned  \nthen to look full at Mercy, who blushed brightly as he caught her stroking  \nherself between her legs.\u0026nbsp; She looked up  \nat him sheepishly and was about to say something, but the big male touched her  \nlips with one finger, giving her a sweet, soft kiss on her lips.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You are no  \nmore guilty now than that time I caught you exploring yourself for the first  \ntime,\" he said in his softly rumbling voice, the curl of a bestial growl adding  \na hint of exotic accent to each word.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You had to  \ncomfort me when I popped my own cherry,\" giggled Mercy nervously.\u0026nbsp; \"There was so much blood . . .\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"But I made  \nit all better,\" said Ambrose, nuzzling her cheek lovingly, before he gave her a  \nnaughty smirk.\u0026nbsp; \"Though I did not kiss it  \nto make it better, did I?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You . . .  \noh my!\" Mercy began to reply, only to arch her back as Ambrose gently guided  \nher backwards, until her back was pressed up against the tile wall of the shower.\u0026nbsp; She let him kneel before her, his hands  \nhooking under her legs, lifting her up, placing the crook of each knee on his  \nshoulders, resting her rounded pink rump in his massive paws, his thumbs  \nspreading her open as he moved his muzzle upwards eagerly, his lips parting,  \ntongue extending.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I think  \nthat I should correct that oversight right now,\" murmured Ambrose softly, the  \nwords just reaching Mercy under the spray of water cascading down the wall onto  \nher body.\n\n  \n  \n\nMercy's eyes grew wide then, her  \nback arching, a moan of exquisite pleasure summoned from between her perfect  \npink lips as Ambrose kissed her slit, his lips parting as he began to French  \nkiss her between a very different set of lips than he had used when doing the  \nsame to her friends.\u0026nbsp; The sweet teen's  \nlegs kicked out despite herself, and she had to bite down on an uplifted  \nknuckle, the pain keeping her from being utterly overwhelmed by the rush of  \npleasure as she was penetrated by Ambrose's thick, smooth tongue.\u0026nbsp; At least, that tactic worked for a few  \nmoments.\u0026nbsp; Then the skilled canid began to  \nripple his tongue as he pressed it inward, curling it back as he moved his lips  \nagainst her labia and clitoris wetly, seeking out and soon finding the slight  \nroughness of her G-spot on the upper part of her inner depths, stroking over  \nthat pleasure-giving place carefully as he started to thrust his muzzle,  \nforward and back, as he might his hips if it were Mercy beneath him just then,  \nlike one of the many hot young bitches he'd bred over the years.\u0026nbsp; The very thought of such a thing, of having  \nMercy, his dream girl, in such a lewd, willingly lascivious position, instantly  \ndrove Ambrose mad with need, and he began to buck his head now, not holding  \nback any longer as he drove himself into the clenching, cloying tightness of  \nhis young Mistress' sacred inner depths.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The sweet  \nyoung teen, already quite slick and aroused from before with her own  \nself-pleasuring as she watched Ambrose service her friends, managed to endure  \nthis treatment for a total of almost forty-one seconds.\u0026nbsp; Not an instant after this, she began to  \nclench down, sucking the dobiemorph's tongue in even deeper.\u0026nbsp; Instead of panicking, as a less-experienced  \ndog might have, Ambrose viewed this as an opportunity to drive his tongue right  \nup inside of Mercy, spreading his muzzle wide so that he could fit his tongue  \nstill deeper, his lower canines pricking the girl's pert bottom and upper ones  \nbrushing through the neatly trimmed fur of her pubis, until he was lapping  \ndirectly at the very gates to her womb, his tongue tickling at her cervix.\u0026nbsp; As he did this, a massive spasm shook Mercy's  \nentire body, the overwhelmed teen not even able to cry out as she clawed at  \nAmbrose's shoulders, her legs tightening around his head, unwittingly pulling  \nhim in still further, which he accepted with gusto, holding his breath as he  \norally rode his young Mistress with his tongue exactly the way he wanted to  \nride her with his aching, erect cock.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Then,  \nsuddenly, Mercy's thrashing ceased and she slumped limply against the wall, her  \nstrength utterly spent now, her mind overloaded with the intensity of the  \npleasure that had rocked through her.\u0026nbsp;  \nAmbrose slid his tongue free of her still-clenching depths, having to  \npull a bit as his young Mistress' cunny rippled with the aftershocks of the  \nmost intense orgasms of her young life, and then let the sweet young female  \nslide easily down into his powerful arms.\u0026nbsp;  \nCradling her lovingly against his chest, right against his heart, with  \none strong arm, his other picked up the bottle of liquid soap, and he gently  \npoured a liberal amount over her dozing body and his own strong frame.\u0026nbsp; Before too long the big male had washed both  \nhimself and his precious little Mistress, letting the drizzling shower rinse  \nthem both, before he stepped out, into the warm upward rush of a vent dryer,  \nuntil they were both clean as a whistle.\u0026nbsp;  \nAmbrose smiled at the girls who were standing there, their faces flushed  \nwith the intensity of what they'd just seen.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I set out  \nsome sleeping bags in the den,\" said the dobiemorph.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll be tucking Mercy into one, before I  \nfinish my nightly rounds and go to bed myself.\u0026nbsp;  \nI recommend that you get some rest as well.\u0026nbsp; That way you can get a fresh start tomorrow,  \nand get to enjoying your vacation time to the fullest.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dottie's  \neyes strayed to the clock on the wall of the shower room, and blinked in  \nsurprise as she saw that the late afternoon had slipped them by, and it was now  \nalmost nine.\u0026nbsp; Had they really been  \npleasured by the attentions of this massive male for so long?\u0026nbsp; But there was a heavy weariness that had  \nsettled over all of the girls that were still conscious, and none of them could  \ndo anything but nod in agreement to Ambrose's suggestion, before they tiredly  \nfollowed him out of the gym, and up the stairs, to the living room and its comfortable  \naccommodations for a sleepover.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mercy awoke  \nto the smell of fresh fruit and the sound of pattering rain from the roof far  \nabove.\u0026nbsp; Opening her eyes, she saw her  \nfriends seated around her on their sleeping bags in the massive den of the  \nhouse, eating breakfast.\u0026nbsp; Her own  \nbreakfast - peaches and cream - was sitting near her head.\u0026nbsp; Rubbing her eyes and pushing back her  \nsleeping bag, the young teen found that she was wearing an oversized pink  \nt-shirt that went all the way down to her mid-thighs, and even a pair of  \npanties - exactly what she normally wore to bed, and quite different from what  \nshe remembered wearing (or not wearing) last, before she passed out last night.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; That  \nthought just made Mercy blush, and she reached out to pick up her breakfast,  \nwhich she dug into with a will.\u0026nbsp; Her  \nfriends each seemed caught up in their own thoughts, and generally concerned  \nwith the business of eating breakfast, so the meal passed in relative silence.\u0026nbsp; Last night seemed almost like an intensely  \nerotic dream with the coming of the day, and Mercy could almost dismiss it as  \nsuch, if it hadn't felt so completely real.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"So . . .  \nwhere's Rose right now?\" she finally asked as she'd almost finished her fruit,  \nbreaking the silence.\u0026nbsp; Her friends looked  \nup, exchanging smiles and an almost universal blush (which confirmed for Mercy  \nthat last night had been real after all), before Lyra, who was wearing a set of  \nflannel pajamas with cartoon ponies on it, spoke up.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"He said he  \nhad a lot of work to do around the house today,\" the pigtailed blonde said with  \na smile and a shrug.\u0026nbsp; \"Laundry, and  \nrepairs after the big storm last night, and making sure that the greenhouse  \nflowers out back are well-tended.\u0026nbsp; He's  \nnot going to be around much, he said.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"We've  \npretty much got the house to ourselves,\" said Rianne, her smile mischievous and  \neager, her pajamas the same slightly too short babydoll t-shirt and snug cotton  \ngym shorts she'd been wearing yesterday.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"For the whole day we're just gonna have to find something to occupy  \nourselves indoors.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I take it,  \nby your tone,\" stated Dottie, wearing a plain white nightshirt and now wearing  \nher glasses again, looking up from the fantasy novel she'd been reading to  \nrespond to Rianne's words, \"that you have a pretty good idea of what you'd like  \nto do.\"\u0026nbsp; The auburn-haired teen grinned,  \npulling off her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose.\u0026nbsp; \"Well, out with it - I'm dying to hear what  \nyou're up to this time, Rianne.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mercy and  \nLyra both nodded their agreement, and all three pairs of eyes were soon glued  \nto Rianne as she leaned back, taking her time now that she knew she had a  \ncaptive audience.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well,\" she  \nbegan, finishing off the last of her bowl of cold cereal.\u0026nbsp; \"I suppose it can't hurt to share what I've  \nbeen thinking about right now.\u0026nbsp; I figured,  \nsince it's a vacation, and we're stuck indoors, we might as well make use of  \nDiane's heavy-duty multimedia center down here.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n'Diane' was how all of the girls  \n(except Mercy, of course, who called her \"Mom\") referred to Diane Lords, since  \nshe didn't really like to stand on formal titles when around others, unless she  \nhad something to prove.\u0026nbsp; And it was true  \n- Dianne Lords had an excellent entertainment center all set up in the den, a  \nmassive plasma screen television with surround sound taking up a decent part of  \none large wall.\u0026nbsp; Not that this was  \nterribly surprising, as often as Diane was expected to entertain in her  \nposition as owner of the Lords Confectionary Company.\u0026nbsp; The setup was made to impress, as well as  \nprovide the maximum entertainment value. \u0026nbsp;But though Mercy could see the wisdom in  \nRianne's words, she frowned a bit as she thought it over, and what her friend's  \nmischievous smile could portend.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What sort  \nof movie were you thinking of, Ri?\" asked the younger Lords, only partially  \nsucceeding in keeping the traces of suspicion from her voice.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Movies,  \nactually,\" Rianne replied, smooth as silk and ready with her response.\u0026nbsp; \"Just a couple I found in your mother's  \ncollection, is all - nothing too major.\u0026nbsp;  \nThey weren't locked up or anything, so I don't think she'll mind us  \nusing them.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mercy was  \nabout to ask for more information, and she could tell that Dottie was about to  \ndo the same (though Lyra wasn't, being far more interested in seeing the end of  \nthe mystery to interrupt with a bunch of silly questions) but Rianne was  \nalready standing up and walking over to the movie player, after having pulled  \nthree recording chips from under her sleeping bag, where she'd been hiding  \nthem.\u0026nbsp; Dottie and Mercy shared a wary look,  \nbut then shrugged at each other, letting the matter drop.\u0026nbsp; They'd find out soon enough what their friend  \nwas up to, after all - they could get upset about it after they knew what they  \nwere getting upset about.\u0026nbsp; Meanwhile,  \nLyra was already heading towards the lights, unhooking the remote lighting and  \nclimate control from the wall.\u0026nbsp; As she  \ngot back to her sleeping bag, and began to snuggle into the thick cloth,  \ngetting comfortable, Rianne popped the recording chips into the machine, so  \nthat they would play back-to-back, and Lyra dimmed the lights as her redheaded  \nfriend settled down into the sleeping back next to her, the two of them sitting  \nquite close together in the now-darkened room.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Watching  \nexpectantly, the four girls were not disappointed, as the movie quickly  \nstarted, rolling on the opening title sequence, which made both Dottie's and  \nMercy's eyes get huge as they realized what they were watching.\u0026nbsp; The title of the movie was \"Canomorph  \nBreeding Training Volume Four: A Bitch's First Breeding.\"\u0026nbsp; It was one of Dianne Lords' breeding videos,  \nmeaning it might as well be a porn flick, except that all of the participants  \nwere canomorphs, which meant they counted in the eyes of the law as educational  \ninstead of pornographic, using only the most talented studs and bitches in the  \nproductions of each video, to ensure that there was a standard of quality  \ngenerally lacking I your average porn flick.\u0026nbsp;  \nAt first Mercy and Dottie were going to say something in protest, to  \ngive voice to their misgivings.\u0026nbsp; But then  \nthe movie started, and, somehow, it just didn't seem right to make it  \nstop.\u0026nbsp; After all, curiosity is a powerful  \nmotivator.\u0026nbsp; Almost as powerful as sex.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; As the  \ngirls watched, a pleasant-voiced female narrator explained that the first  \nbreeding of a young bitch was a critical point, and that only the most talented  \nof studs should be the ones to deflower such a female, because the performance  \nof the male would almost certainly affect the ability of a female to enjoy  \nmating in the future.\u0026nbsp; As she was  \nspeaking, the camera panned to a room with soft, gentle lighting, the  \nfurnishings sparse, consisting of a bed, a chair, a small toilet in one corner,  \na low sink with a liquid soap dispenser, and nothing else.\u0026nbsp; Lying on the bed, quite naked, was a petite  \npoodlegirl, who was struggling against the ropes holding her wrists bound  \nbehind her back, and her ankles tied together, to say nothing of the muzzle  \nholding her mouth shut.\u0026nbsp; The narrator  \nexplained that retraining the bitch was normally unnecessary, but if the female  \nin question was high-strung or otherwise disinclined to cooperate, as in this  \ncase, where the female had been badly spoiled by her owner, then it sometimes  \nbecame essential - and besides the benefits of getting a female used to sex,  \nbeing properly and thoroughly pleasured by a satisfying breeding session was  \nalso often the best way to calm a high-strung bitch down, or to start the  \nretraining of a spoiled or otherwise badly trained female, because of the  \nintense sensations involved.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Their eyes  \nintent on the rising action, the girls could see the ears of the slim little  \npoodlegirl, who was around the same age as them, perk, her nose lifting as the  \nblack tip worked, obviously picking up something.\u0026nbsp; This, the narrator explained, was her  \nreaction to the coming of the male that was going to breed her.\u0026nbsp; The tension in the room quickly began to  \nmount as the girly-haired white poodlegirl started to struggle harder, making a  \nhost of muffled little sounds of exertion and desperation, which honestly  \nsounded rather cute.\u0026nbsp; Suddenly, the door  \nto the room swung open, and the poodleteen looked up, her eyes growing wide as  \nshe saw the male that had come for her.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe girls watching the video also had their eyes go wide at the sight of  \nthis male: it was Ambrose!\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Standing in  \nthe doorway, dressed in a simple bathrobe and a pair of boxer shorts, the tall  \ndobiemorph was introduced by the narrator woman by name, identifying him as the  \nrecipient of a number of awards for his breeding skills and bitch handling  \nability.\u0026nbsp; The shock of seeing Mercy's  \nfaithful companion on the big screen was somewhat lessened, however, as he  \nwalked into the room, and all the girls could see a pair of pink bunny slippers  \nfitting poorly over his digitigrade footpaws.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe poodlegirl noticed them as well, and blinked several times as he  \napproached, her struggling ceasing almost immediately.\u0026nbsp; As the strong, virile male sat on the bed by  \nher, giving her a friendly smile and wag of his tailstub, she actually returned  \nthe wag with her own powder-puffed tail.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \nsoon undid the muzzle, and before too long he and the poodlegirl began to talk,  \nbut what exactly was said was hard to make out over the words of the narrator,  \nwho was busily explaining all the technical social, psychological and  \nphysiological details of what the girls were seeing.\u0026nbsp; It was pretty easy to tune her voice out  \nafter a while, watching instead as Ambrose's muzzle lowered, the bitchteen  \nblushing through her soft white cheekfur, before their lips met.\u0026nbsp; The sleek-furred male slid easily out of his  \nclothes, the motion smooth and practiced to perfection, and soon the  \npoodlemorph was untied.\u0026nbsp; And then they  \nwere moving against each other in a passionate embrace, though no penetration  \nwas taking place.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Before too  \nlong, the poodlegirl let Ambrose guide her onto all-fours, what the narrator  \ncalled the \"traditional mating posture, demonstrating complete female  \nsubmission and trust in the male.\"\u0026nbsp; He  \nbent, his large paws gripping the poodleteen's rump firmly, possessively, and  \nsoon his long, smooth tongue was lashing out once more, sending waves of pleasure  \nthrough the young female that the girls knew only too well from the activities  \nof the preceding night.\u0026nbsp; Then, after  \nlathering the canomorph femme up nicely, Antone's tongue slipped upwards, until  \nhe was tonguing away at her tiny pink tailhole, while she eagerly thrust her  \ntight white-furred hiney back into his oral attentions, whimpering and whining  \nloudly at the exquisite pleasure this seemed to be bringing her.\u0026nbsp; The girls watched in semishock, but mostly arousal,  \nas the narrator explained that any attentions of one canomorph to the anal  \nregion of another was a means of establishing dominance over the submissive  \ncanomorph.\u0026nbsp; And if the canomorph being  \nanally stimulated pushed back, as the petite female on the screen obviously  \nwas, then it was an instinctive sign of abject submission.\u0026nbsp; Anal sex often followed such a display,  \nthough not always, though it most certainly did, a bit later on in the video.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Then, as  \nthe girls watched, Ambrose reached down to the pocket of his robe, lying by the  \nside of the bed, and slipped out a small circular metal device.\u0026nbsp; He held it up a bit, so the camera could  \ncatch it, and twisted it, showing how a gleaming metal blade whipped out when  \nhe did so, followed right after by a tiny sponge-tipped probe.\u0026nbsp; This, as the narrator described, was a  \n\"maiden blade,\" sometimes called a \"bitch splitter\" informally.\u0026nbsp; It was a device intended to remove the hymen  \nof a female, and for this purpose it was so incredibly sharp that, if properly  \napplied, there wouldn't even be any bleeding after the removal, the swab that  \nfollowed the sterile blade applying a soothing salve that made recovery from  \nthe blade's use almost immediate.\u0026nbsp; Before  \nany of the girls could even shudder at the thought of a blade being taken to  \ntheir most private places, however, or even before the poodlegirl was aware of  \nwhat was happened, Ambrose was pulling the cylinder back and tucking it back  \ninto his robe's pocket.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After that,  \nthe narrator mostly shut up, as Ambrose moved up behind the canomorph female,  \nand mounted her.\u0026nbsp; This part, at least,  \nwas very much like a porn flick, except the growls, snarls, moans, whimpers,  \nand howls were all real, the passion radiating from the screen with an  \nintensity that humans would be dearly pressed to match even at their most  \nsincere. \u0026nbsp;These, after all, were  \nartificially made beings, and this was what they were made to do, and do very,  \nvery well, for a very long time.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The second  \nmovie was a bit of a cool-down, being more documentary in nature, after the  \npreceding video had finished, the action truncated somewhat for sake of time,  \nthough it was obvious that more happened than was shown, lost to the floor of  \nthe cutting room.\u0026nbsp; However, the subject  \nmatter was enough to keep the excitement level in the den from fading  \naltogether.\u0026nbsp; That subject matter was \"The  \nDangers of Physical Intimacy With Your Male Canomorph.\"\u0026nbsp; It had several human women, often their  \ndaughters as well, and even a few men, all with their faces blurred out,  \nexplaining how they had fallen for their canomorph in one way or another.\u0026nbsp; First the relationship had started with raw  \npassion.\u0026nbsp; Then it progressed to a  \ndominance and submission relationship as it matured, with the canomorph serving  \nthe needs of the human.\u0026nbsp; But in almost  \nevery case, in the end, the canomorph ended up as the dominant partner, though  \nnever without the at least tacit permission of the human.\u0026nbsp; And almost universally, each of the humans in  \nthe documentary said that they couldn't help but love it, even though they knew  \nit was wrong, and society would never condone what they had grown to  \ncrave.\u0026nbsp; Canomorph males were originally  \nmade to be sexually powerful, and those born naturally weren't any less potent,  \nwas the parting warning of this video, and playing with that power was asking  \nfor trouble, and eventually domination, becoming the willing bitch of the male.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The final  \nvideo was something quite different from the first two.\u0026nbsp; Where they had been obviously done by  \nprofessionals, this one was a bit shaky, the image slightly pixilated in  \nplaces, the result of a cameraphone's video capture abilities, with the date  \nstamp in the bottom right corner of the screen marking it as having been shot  \nlast summer.\u0026nbsp; Mercy frowned as she saw  \nthis, and looked over to where Rianne and Lyra were pressed so close together,  \ngiving the redhead a curious look in the darkness.\u0026nbsp; Rianne responded, her naughty grin visible in  \nthe glare from the screen, by holding up her own little camera, which Mercy  \ncould tell was indeed one of those with video capture capability.\u0026nbsp; Whatever she was about to see, it was  \nsomething very real, and probably even naughtier than the first video.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The girls  \nwere not to be disappointed.\u0026nbsp; The image  \ntook a few seconds to focus, but when it did, it showed Dianne Lords, lying on  \nher front on a deck chair, sunbathing on the flat roof of her house.\u0026nbsp; There were some bushes and other shrubbery in  \nthe way of a complete shot of everything, and it became obvious that this was  \nbeing taken from a place of concealment.\u0026nbsp;  \nAs the video continued, before too long, Ambrose came walking out,  \nwearing absolutely nothing at all on his sleek black-furred body.\u0026nbsp; The image managed to focus in, catching a  \nvery detailed shot of the brown patch of fur around the dobiemorph's pubic  \nregion, which extended down to just beneath his tail, before it slid out  \nagain.\u0026nbsp; It was obvious that the poor  \nmale's sheath was quite badly swollen, his stomach muscles tensed tightly as he  \nfought to keep his erection contained, something Mercy hadn't really thought  \nabout before, but now suddenly realized that she'd seen her faithful companion  \ndo many, many times in the past, the reason behind that behavior hitting her in  \nan avalanche of newfound awareness.\u0026nbsp;  \nShe'd been torturing poor Ambrose, she suddenly concluded, forcing him  \nto watch her prancing around naked, while he was just trying to do his  \njob.\u0026nbsp; It must have been very hard on the  \npoor guy, and the teen suddenly felt ashamed of herself for her past actions,  \nhowever harmlessly flirty they might have meant to be.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I wish  \nthat you didn't require me to go naked,\" said Ambrose as he set a tray with a  \nglass of lemonade on a table next to where Dianne lay.\u0026nbsp; \"It's . . . hard on me.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Or just  \nhard,\" said Dianne, looking up lazily, smiling up at the male, before her eyes  \ntrailed along his bulging, straining sheath.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Oh, don't be silly now - I've seen it before, you know.\u0026nbsp; Many times.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"But . . .  \nnot like this,\" Ambrose protested weakly, trying to turn away.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What, you  \nthink it's okay to sport a hard-on when you're getting hot for some saucy  \nbitch, but not when you're around a human woman you find attractive?\u0026nbsp; Come off it, Ambrose,\" Dianne told him  \nsternly, and then smiled, one hand reaching out, running long, red-painted  \nnails through his short bellyfur.\u0026nbsp; \"And  \nbesides, I find it . . . well, kind of flattering, actually.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Don't do .  \n. . ooh!\" Ambrose tried to stop his mistress from touching him, but was too  \nslow.\u0026nbsp; An instant after Dianne touched  \nhim, the dobiemorph's stomach rippled, and his sizeable pink penis slid into  \nthe open air.\u0026nbsp; \"I . . . I'm sorry - I  \ncouldn't help . . .\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Mmm, what  \nhave we here?\" said Diane, silencing Ambrose as her fingers wrapped around his  \nerection, stroking him.\u0026nbsp; \"Why, it looks  \nlike a hot dog.\"\u0026nbsp; She looked up at him.\u0026nbsp; \"I wonder if it tastes like one, too.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \njust stood there, a look that was part shock and part desperate need on his  \nface as he tried to force himself to do what he knew was right.\u0026nbsp; It was all in vain, though, for he just  \ncouldn't bring himself to react fast enough to stop Dianne from sitting up and  \nsliding towards him, her full breasts pressing against his thighs as she took  \nhim into her mouth.\u0026nbsp; After that,  \nAmbrose's eyes grew heavy-lidded, his muzzle dropping into a relaxed canine  \nsmile of contented pleasure, his stub-tail wagging behind him.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; At this  \npoint the camera started to shift angles, as the Rianne (or so Mercy was  \ncertain it was) sought for a better angle, where more of the action could be  \nseen.\u0026nbsp; Almost instantly, Ambrose's ears  \nperked up, his eyes opening to scan the bushes.\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd he looked straight at the viewer, his eyes full of fear at being  \ndiscovered, though his erection didn't seem to be paying attention, as it  \nremained quite full between Dianne's lips, her now closed eyes not letting her  \nknow that Ambrose had perhaps seen something.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe image went chaotic as the one taking the movie spun and raced off  \ninto the bushes, before it suddenly went black, the video finished.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Wow,\" said  \nLyra as she sat there in the dark along with the other girls for a few  \nmoments.\u0026nbsp; \"That was . . .\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; And then  \nDottie touched the light control, causing them to gradually fade into full  \nbrightness once more, before she looked around at the other girls.\u0026nbsp; She's apparently put her contacts back in  \nplace sometime during the movie, for her glasses weren't on at that moment when  \nshe looked at Rianne with a moment of holier-than-thou indignation.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You  \nshouldn't have taken that,\" she said, her cheeks flushing as she said it,  \nafraid now of making Rianne mad, but not able to stop herself.\u0026nbsp; But Rianne just gave Dottie a sly smile and a  \nteasing wink.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"And you  \nshouldn't have let Ambrose go down on you last night - but we all do things  \nthat we shouldn't do, but which feel so very good, and so very right.\u0026nbsp; I can't tell you how hot I was, just watching  \nthem.\u0026nbsp; I listened in, from a distance,  \nlater on, and they were doing a lot more.\u0026nbsp;  \nI didn't dare go back up to see, though.\u0026nbsp;  \nI was scared for days that Ambrose would tell on me for spying or  \nsomething, but he never did.\u0026nbsp; I don't  \nthink he even told Dianne.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"This all  \nmakes me feel light-headed,\" said Mercy, looking down, resting one hand against  \nher chest, feeling her heart beat so fast.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"I just . . . I think we should do something else - something fun.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I have  \njust the thing,\" said Rianne with a triumphant grin, going over to her sleeping  \nbag, and pulling out a deck of cards, in fact the very same deck of cards she'd  \nset on the kitchen counter yesterday afternoon. \"I say we play . . .\" she  \nsmiled conspiratorially, \"strip poker.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Lyra  \ngiggled at this, Mercy blinked, and Dottie just stood there, looking shocked  \nand lost and quite uncertain of what to do next.\u0026nbsp; But as Rianne got into the middle of the  \ncircle of sleeping bags and began to shuffle the deck, the other girls gathered  \naround, each of them breathing harder now, their eyes wide and eager as they  \nwatched her deal them out while she explained her version of the rules,  \npartially just making them up.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, none  \nof us have much on, so the games'll be pretty short.\u0026nbsp; Nothing fancy - just plain old poker, no  \nwilds, no funny house rules - besides the obvious.\u0026nbsp; If you win somebody else's clothes, then you  \ncan use them to bet instead of your own, but you're not allowed to put your own  \nclothes back on, even if you win them back.\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd you don't have to take off your clothes until you actually lose  \nthem.\u0026nbsp; All right - everybody clear?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Quite  \nclear,\" said a deep, softly growling voice from the doorway.\u0026nbsp; All eyes instantly turned, and stared in  \nfright as Ambrose stepped through the door, wearing a polo shirt and a pair of  \nloose khaki shorts with a fanny pack.\u0026nbsp; He  \ntook his time, looking at each of them with his deep brown eyes, meeting their  \ngazes, until each girl looked down, feeling a bit ashamed of herself for their  \nlewd behavior.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"We were  \njust . . .\" began Rianne, before Ambrose looked at her again, silencing her with  \nhis commanding presence, the tall, muscular male easily dominating the room so  \nquickly and so well.\u0026nbsp; This was a true  \nalpha male, the intended breeder of his pack, the one meant to lead, and each  \nof the girls could feel it, and felt themselves submitting to it.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I know  \nwhat you were doing,\" said Ambrose in that same soft, gentle, and yet utterly  \noverpowering voice of his, the same sort of voice he'd used when he was talking  \nto the frightened poodlegirl in the first video.\u0026nbsp; \"I can smell it, actually, and the power on  \nthe player is still turned on.\u0026nbsp;  \nAfterwards, you decided to turn to the next naughty thing that came to  \nyour minds.\"\u0026nbsp; He looked at Rianne again.\u0026nbsp; \"Or rather, that came to all but one of your  \nminds just now, it being a calculated act on the part of one of you.\"\u0026nbsp; He shook his head.\u0026nbsp; \"You should all be ashamed of yourselves:  \nplaying strip poker,\" and then his stern face broke into a grin, \"without me,  \nand after everything that happened last night.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mercy  \nwasn't sure what was more heart-wrenching - being caught by Ambrose in the  \nfirst place and knowing she was going to get in trouble, or know that she  \nwasn't in trouble, but the big male wanted to join in their naughtiness!\u0026nbsp; Licking her lips nervously, she looked to the  \nothers, who all looked at her: Ambrose was her dogservant, after all.\u0026nbsp; She'd have to make the decision.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"A-all  \nright, Ambrose,\" she said after a few moments of deliberation, before her face  \nbroke into a bright smile.\u0026nbsp; \"Of course we  \nshould have invited you - we're sorry.\u0026nbsp;  \nWe thought you were too busy.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Never too  \nbusy for my dearest little mistress and her friends,\" said Ambrose, settling  \ndown into the circle, the other girls making room for him, now smiling again,  \ntheir moment of panic quite gone, replaced with a far different feeling.\u0026nbsp; It was the feeling of opening themselves up  \nto a male, of placing themselves in a position of extreme vulnerability, and  \nnot really knowing what might happen next.\u0026nbsp;  \nIt was at once frightening and incredibly exciting, and even timid  \nDottie seemed to crave more of what might come, caught up in the thrill.\u0026nbsp; \"But,\" he added as he settled into his place,  \n\"I would like to add a few house rules of my own, from when I learned how to  \nplay the game, back at my training kennels.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHearing this, the girls paused, apparently  \nexpecting something more.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose, and  \nin fact no canomorph, talked much about the training kennels, where they'd been  \nraised and socially conditioned before their final sale to the public.\u0026nbsp; It was where Ambrose's ears and tail had been  \ndocked, mercy knew, but that was about it.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"We played  \nstrip poker a lot in the male's barracks,\" said Ambrose as he pulled off his  \nfanny pack and unzipped it, reaching inside.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"What can I say?\u0026nbsp; We were horny  \nmales, made for breeding, but with no females around until we'd proven we were  \nstable enough for it.\u0026nbsp; So we played it  \nkinda rough, so that if you lost it all, you had to take a penalty.\"\u0026nbsp; He looked up then, pulling out four collars.\u0026nbsp; They were dog collars, made for someone of  \nhuman size and shape.\u0026nbsp; Each was a slim  \nbit of leather, stained in the color of each girl's eyes.\u0026nbsp; \"These are from some of the girldogs I've  \nknown,\" explained Ambrose, before grinning, giving the four girls a wink.\u0026nbsp; \"I've got quite a collection, and I went to  \npick these out earlier today - I figured Rianne would work in what she wanted,  \nand figured that I might as well be ready.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Rianne  \nblushed as she heard this, looking sheepish at being so transparent to the much  \nmore experienced male who had seemed to undergo an incredible transformation  \nfrom before, his inhibitions thrown to the winds, and the girls' inhibitions  \nseemingly gone along with them.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"If you  \nlose, then you put on some clothes - the collar that matches your eyes,\"  \ncontinued Ambrose as he looked around the circle, before puling out a collar of  \nthick brown leather.\u0026nbsp; \"This is for  \nme.\u0026nbsp; And once you put it on, you hand  \nyour leash,\" he pulled out a set of nylon leashes from the pack, which almost  \nemptied it, \"to the person who won you.\u0026nbsp;  \nAfter that, you have to give that person some . . . well, oral  \nattentions until they're satisfied.\"\u0026nbsp; He  \ngrinned, suddenly growing a bit more sheepish as he said the words 'have to,'  \nas though not quite daring to command the human girls just yet like he might  \nfemales of his own kind.\u0026nbsp; \"The collection  \nstarts once the game is over, and you can withdraw with your winnings whenever  \nyou want, though that means you don't get a chance to get anybody else.\u0026nbsp; Sound good to all of you?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The girls  \nshared looks, each of them silent and expectant, until Lyra burst out in  \nanswer.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes!\" she  \npractically squealed in excitement.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"We'll play with those rules, Ambrose.\u0026nbsp;  \nIt makes it so the winnings at the end really mean something.\"\u0026nbsp; Then she turned and grinned at Rianne.\u0026nbsp; \"And you are gonna be going down on me!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That a challenge?\"  \nreplied Rianne with a saucy grin of her own as she dealt Ambrose into the  \ngame.\u0026nbsp; \"We'll see about that - all right  \ngirls, let's ante up.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It was at  \nthis time that the girls learned something about Antone which none of them had  \nquite realized before, though Mercy had started to get an inkling of it during  \nthe last of the three videos.\u0026nbsp; This new  \nfacet of Ambrose's personality gradually came out as the game progressed,  \nthough it didn't really start to hit home until poor little Dottie, pink and blushing  \nand quite naked, cinched her collar around her neck, and then went to meekly  \nkneel by the big dobiemorph's side like a spoil of war, doing her best to cover  \nherself with her hands as she waited for the end of the game, and her  \ninevitable penalty.\u0026nbsp; The skill that  \nAmbrose had, which none of the girls quite realized fully until it was too  \nlate, was that he knew how to bluff.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Thinking  \ninto it, it made perfect sense.\u0026nbsp; All his  \nlife, Ambrose had been restraining his feelings, always shuffling them aside, holding  \nhis instincts in check as he did his best to behave properly in the human  \nworld.\u0026nbsp; But for all that, he wasn't  \nhuman.\u0026nbsp; His was a world of tooth and  \nclaw, where only the fittest survived to breed, and the rest served as food or  \nservants for the mightiest, depending on their usefulness to the pack as a  \nwhole.\u0026nbsp; In the human world, he was at the  \nbottom of the ladder, powerless before forces that were utterly beyond his  \ncontrol.\u0026nbsp; But in the world that his  \nanimal instincts were made for, he was meant to dominate and to rule.\u0026nbsp; This dichotomy of spirit had taught him the  \nlesson of holding himself in at all times.\n\n  \n  \n\nWith this in mind, poker had been  \nthe natural game for he and his packmates to play while in the kennels.\u0026nbsp; It was a game devoted to bluffing, playing  \nthe cards you were dealt with all the skill you had, and with a little bit of  \nchance thrown in for good measure.\u0026nbsp; It  \nwas a microcosm of their lives, and every one of them took to it easily.\u0026nbsp; Compared to the efforts of a quartet of horny  \nteenaged human girls, and ones who knew the mechanics of sex and poker at about  \nthe same level, Ambrose's skill was unmatched.\u0026nbsp;  \nSoon Lyra was huddled next to Dottie, her face flushed as she nibbled  \nher lower lip, tense, eager excitement at what she was going to do after the  \ngame was over written on her face, and Mercy as well, on Ambrose's other side,  \none large, strong arm wrapped around her waist as he held her against him, all  \nof this accomplished with only the loss of his polo shirt, and even that lay  \nnext to him, in the pile of clothes he'd won.\u0026nbsp;  \nMercy actually smiled at this, leaning into the soft fur of his bare  \nchest, running her a hand idly over his pectorals and abdominals, taking to  \nthis new role in her relationship with her dogservant readily, as though she'd  \nbeen born for it.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It was then  \nonly a matter of time before Rianne tossed her own cards onto the floor.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I've got  \nnothin',\" she said, pouting.\u0026nbsp; \"You won  \nthis hand.\"\u0026nbsp; Ambrose smiled at this,  \npicking up the collar on the end of the leash and holding it out, before the  \nskinny redhead held up one hand to stop him.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Hey, wait a minute.\u0026nbsp; This game's  \nnot over yet.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose and  \nhis three 'winnings' all blinked in surprise at this.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah,  \nthat's right,\" continued Rianne, her competitive nature refusing to lose, making  \nher throw herself into her words, letting them flow before she could think  \nherself out of it, in a desperate bid to win at all costs.\u0026nbsp; \"I've still got something else that I know  \nyou want, Rosie.\"\u0026nbsp; She lifted herself up,  \narching her hips forward as she knelt there on the floor, reaching out to  \nstroke a hand over her smooth-shaved pubis.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Just think about it - I'll bet myself, for the whole weekend.\u0026nbsp; For that whole time, I'll have to do anything  \nyou want.\u0026nbsp; And I do mean anything.\u0026nbsp; I'll go around on all-fours, I'll do any  \nchores you set for me,\" she licked her lips, \"I'll let you hump me like an  \nanimal.\u0026nbsp; Anything you want, I'm putting  \nit all out on the line, until the end of the break.\u0026nbsp; So, what do you say?\u0026nbsp; You man enough for that kinda bet, dogboy?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \nlooked into Rianne's bright green eyes, and then cocked his head.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Are you  \nsure about this, Rianne?\" he asked, looking concerned.\u0026nbsp; \"I mean, maybe . . .\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Don't be a  \npussy!\" exclaimed Rianne angrily, grabbing the leash and hooking the collar  \naround her neck.\u0026nbsp; \"See, there.\u0026nbsp; If you win, I'll give you the other end of  \nthe lead.\u0026nbsp; Now shut up while I deal.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Wait,\"  \nsaid Lyra, her eyes bright as she looked at Rianne, and then reached up,  \nunwrapping her leash from where it was tied around Ambrose's wrist.\u0026nbsp; \"I like that idea.\u0026nbsp; I wanna make the same bet - all or nothing.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"M-me too,\"  \nsaid Dottie timidly, looking up at Ambrose until he silently handed her the  \nother end of her lead.\u0026nbsp; Mercy gave  \nAmbrose a teasing grin when he looked at her, and held out her hand, whereupon  \nhe promptly and silently handed her what he knew she wanted.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"If you  \nwin,\" she said, leaning up to his head to whisper in the big canoporph's ear,  \n\"you deserve it.\u0026nbsp; I've been so cruel,  \nteasing you like I have.\u0026nbsp; I'm really  \nsorry, Rose.\u0026nbsp; Please forgive me.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Easily and  \nwith all my heart,\" replied Ambrose in the same whispered tone, before Mercy  \nslipped away, seating herself cross-legged to his right, letting him see  \neverything all out there on display, before picking up the cards Rianne dealt  \nout.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Four  \nqueens,\" said Rianne, staring at the cards unbelievingly as Ambrose laid them  \ndown before her.\u0026nbsp; \"I don't believe  \nit.\u0026nbsp; Four queens.\u0026nbsp; I mean, how . . . you've got luck like I've  \nnever seen before, Ambrose.\u0026nbsp; How'd you  \nget so good at poker?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose just  \nsmiled and shrugged.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Lucky, I  \nsuppose,\" he said, before holding out his large paw.\u0026nbsp; At this prompting, each girl reached out with  \nthe end of her lead and set it onto his wide palm, before he closed his hand  \naround all four leashes possessively and stood up, looking down at the four  \nteenaged beauties he'd just won utterly and willingly, all of them now his to  \ndo with as he pleased, their eyes on him, watching him, wondering what he would  \ndo with them, part fear and part excitement on their bright young faces.\u0026nbsp; \"I want you all to line up in a row,\" he said  \nin his soft, subtly commanding voice as he motioned with his other paw, much  \nlike a master would do with a puppy in training.\u0026nbsp; \"Side by side, on all-fours, facing away from  \nme.\"\u0026nbsp; He licked his chops, slowly and  \ndeliberately, sending a shiver through each of the girls at the  \nconnotations.\u0026nbsp; \"I want to take a good,  \nlong look at . . . my winnings.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The tense  \nexcitement was thick in the air then, ripe with expectation of things to come  \nas each of the four did as they were told, getting onto all-fours as he held  \ntheir leashes, feeling so utterly slutty as they lined up, Mercy the first to  \nget into place, followed by Lyra, pressing up on her left, before Rianne  \nsandwiched Lyra between herself and Mercy, and Dottie, the slowest of the four,  \ntook her place meekly and quietly on the far left end of the row.\u0026nbsp; The four girls looked at each other with  \ngrowing emotion as they heard the sound of Ambrose kneeling behind them on the  \ncarpet with a soft, sexy grrrowl.\u0026nbsp; Then,  \nsuddenly, Lyra gave a sharp \"eep!\" of surprise, and all the girls looked at  \nher, before starting to turn their heads to look behind them.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Don't turn  \naround,\" said Ambrose firmly, and instantly all of the girls returned to facing  \nforward, now all of them breathing harder, faster, cheeks flushed.\u0026nbsp; But not as flushed as Lyra's, who was biting  \nher lower lip as she trembled all over.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"He's . . .  \nhe's grabbing my butt,\" she got out at Rianne's questioning look.\u0026nbsp; \"His paws are so big, Rianne!\u0026nbsp; And they feel so good.\u0026nbsp; And now he's stroking my pussy, and spreading  \nit open, and . . . oh . . . Oh! . . . OH!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; What  \nAmbrose was doing then was obvious, as loud, wet slurping sounds began to fill  \nthe room, coupling with Lyra's squeals of enjoyment in a way that was soon  \ndriving the other three girls to distraction, making them shuffle in the line,  \nexchanging looks that ranged from the utterly embarrassed (Dottie), to the  \nbright-eyed and excited and willing (Mercy), to the competitive, as though  \nviewing her ability to hold out longer than the others, and perhaps longer even  \nthan Ambrose, as some sort of a contest (Rianne).\u0026nbsp; Each girl somehow could sense that, if they  \nreally wanted, all they had to do was ask Ambrose to stop, to call off the bet,  \nand he would do as they wished.\u0026nbsp; But at  \nthe same time, there was something so utterly intoxicating about the notion of  \nbeing commanded, of giving up free will, letting the big, powerful male do with  \nthem as he pleased, following his every command as though they were the dogs,  \nand he the master, that none of the four girls could bring themselves to call a  \nhalt to what was taking place.\u0026nbsp; Just the  \nthought of what was happening, and even more of what was going to happen, was  \nenough to cause each girl's most treasured places to grow moist and slick with  \nexcited need.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"He's  \nlicking my butt!\" exclaimed Lyra as she lowered her stance, thrusting her bum  \nup and out, presenting herself.\u0026nbsp; \"I  \nthought it'd be nasty, but it feels so good!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Lyra,  \ndon't present your butt to him,\" said Dottie in a stage whisper, trying to get  \nher friend's attention.\u0026nbsp; \"You know what  \nthat video said about . . .\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh yeah,\"  \nLyra got out.\u0026nbsp; \"I don't care - it feels  \nso good, and I'm gonna dieeeeee!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Lyra's  \nsqueal of orgasm shuddered down the whole line as she shook back and forth, her  \nsweat-sheened body rubbing against both Rianne and Mercy.\u0026nbsp; She shivered again as the girls could each  \nhear a distinct \"hiss-click\" sound, before Ambrose reached over them again,  \nholding out a familiar metal cylinder: the maiden blade, and probably the same  \none he'd used on the poodlegirl, and on many other virgin bitches besides.\u0026nbsp; What he'd just done to Lyra hit home hard as  \nall the girls just gaped at the metal object, realizing fully what it meant in  \na half-daze.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Now you  \nare ready for breeding,\" said Ambrose, bending low to let his warm breath brush  \nacross Lyra's ear, before she gave a girlish squeal, her body tensing up.\u0026nbsp; \"Feel my finger inside of you?\u0026nbsp; How is it?\u0026nbsp;  \nTell me - let the others know what to expect.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It feels  \ngood,\" said Mercy in a tiny girlish voice, breathing hard.\u0026nbsp; \"It feels kinda - ooh! - full!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That is my  \nsecond finger,\" said Ambrose, slowly drawing back.\u0026nbsp; \"And here . . . is a third.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Ooooooh!\"  \ncried out Lyra, reaching out to grab Rianne's hand as the redhead offered it.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Now you  \nare ready for my penis - or as ready as you will get,\" finished Ambrose, before  \nthe girls heard him shifting behind them.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"But not just yet.\u0026nbsp; I need to  \nprepare your friends next.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; So it  \nwent.\u0026nbsp; Each time it would start with a  \npair of large, powerful paws gripping the girl from behind, which had made  \nDottie start forward in fright like a scared filly when it was her turn, before  \nAmbrose easily hauled her back into his attentions, holding her firm and still  \nuntil she calmed down a bit, followed by the expert oral ministrations of the  \nbig male's long, smooth tongue and talented lips working the girl into a nice  \nlather.\u0026nbsp; Then, just as an orgasm built,  \nright before it hit, the sound of the bitchsplitter would snickt out, cleanly  \nand painlessly removing the hymen of each girl as they presented their bare  \nbottoms to Ambrose before he guided them right through their orgasms.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Now,\" said  \nAmbrose, getting up and taking a few steps back, tugging on the leashes of the  \ngirls, \"you can turn around.\u0026nbsp; Stay on  \nall-fours, though.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The girls  \nturned then, their eyes turning upward to look at Ambrose, his height and  \ncommanding presence utterly dominating the room now as he towered above them,  \nlooking down.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Rianne,  \nunzip my shorts,\" said Ambrose in a slightly husky commanding voice, motioning  \nto the large bulge that had formed.\u0026nbsp; \"I  \nam feeling . . . extremely confined.\u0026nbsp;  \nDottie, Mercy, once Rianne has them opened up, pull my shorts down.\u0026nbsp; And Lyra,\" his eyes flicked over the  \npigtailed teen with a predatory grin, \"turn around and present yourself to me -  \nsince we started on the beach before anyone else, you are going to be  \nfirst.\"\u0026nbsp; He swept his eyes over each girl  \nin turn.\u0026nbsp; \"Rianne, you will be next,  \nwhile I still have plenty of energy to match yours.\u0026nbsp; Then you, Dottie, so you have lots of time to  \nsee exactly what you are in for, and can prepare yourself.\u0026nbsp; And finally,\" his eyes rested on his young  \nmistress, his next word almost a whisper \"Mercy.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Lyra was  \nbreathing hard, her cheeks flushed with her arousal, as she turned around,  \nlowering her head and hiking her smooth pink bum nice and high, looking over  \nher shoulder as the other girls got Ambrose ready for her.\u0026nbsp; Rianne easily unzipped the khakis, and Mercy  \nand Dottie's small hands peeled them open, tugging them down, one girl on  \neither side of the big dog, letting his impressive pink shaft spring up.\u0026nbsp; Lyra couldn't help but gasp a bit as she saw  \nit, the member looking so surprisingly like that of the human cocks she'd seen in  \nbiology books, and once or twice in real life, and had to bite down on her hand  \na bit to keep from whimpering in arousal as she saw Rianne start to teasingly  \nlick at the head, before popping the plump glans in her mouth, sucking on it  \nand rolling it in her mouth as though it were a tootsie pop, one of Ambrose's  \nbig paws coming down to rest on her head, stroking through her red hair gently,  \nencouragingly.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Where did  \nyou learn to do this?\" the dobimorph asked, his voice a soft, husky growl.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"How do you  \nthink I kept my virginity and my popularity at school at the same time?\" said  \nRianne, leaning back to give Ambrose a wink and a final flick of her tongue  \nover the seeping tip, before she scooted to the side, her green eyes wide and  \neager as she watched Ambose move forward, kneeling on the carpet behind  \nLyra.\u0026nbsp; Pausing a moment, he reached over  \nto the nearby couch and pulled off one of the smaller arm cushions, sliding  \nthis under Lyra's belly so that she could rest on it without growing too  \nuncomfortable.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Though she  \nwas sure she was ready for it, Lyra still jumped a bit as she felt those  \nmassive black-furred paws gripping her pert tush possessively,  \ncommandingly.\u0026nbsp; She started to rise, only  \nto have one of those powerful paws reach up and grip the back of her head,  \ngently but irresistibly pushing her head back down, until she was resting her  \ncheek on her arms, while the other paw tilted her bottom upward, making it an  \neasier target.\u0026nbsp; The pigtailed blonde  \nrealized she was being guided and positioned like a fresh bitch being put into  \nher proper place, held down and dominated by her alpha before he would claim  \nher utterly, showing her who the true master of the pack really was.\u0026nbsp; It was a primal feeling, overwhelming, and it  \nmade her senses reel in heady arousal at the thought of being taken like an  \nanimal, bringing a soft whimper of need from her lips.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose did  \nnot leave Lyra waiting for her first mounting long.\u0026nbsp; As the other girls watched, their eyes wide,  \nleaning in close to catch every detail, the powerful male fisted his cock a few  \ntimes, slicking himself down with his own precum and Rianne's spit, and then  \nleaned forward, rubbing up and down Lyra's smooth-shaved quim, until he finally  \nslotted himself into place.\u0026nbsp; Now taking  \nfirm hold of Lyra's hips, the other girls watched close as Ambrose's firm rump  \ntensed, his stub tail arching upward slightly, his belly firming up, before he  \nthrust forward, his cock plunging deep into Lyra's soaking wet cunny, her  \njuices flowing down her legs copiously as Ambrose crammed himself into her  \nuntil his balls were pressed firmly up against her thighs.\u0026nbsp; Lyra cried out at the suddenness of the  \nstretching and the intensity of her pleasure, grabbing at the carpet like a  \ngirl possessed as she was filled so completely by Ambrose's thick penis, which  \nwas pressing up against her cervix then, stretching her open so very wide.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Now having  \nhis place, Ambrose began to set his pace, his hips moving forward and back, his  \ncock now glistening with Lyra's slick, sweet girljuices.\u0026nbsp; At first he started slow, his paws roaming  \nover Lyra's smooth, sweat-slick skin, stroking her sensitive body until her  \nwhole world was composed of pleasure and nothing else.\u0026nbsp; But as she surrendered herself to the  \nsensations, so also did Ambrose, his hips moving faster, his rump pumping  \nforward and back, its firm musculature perfectly outlined for the watching  \ngirls, his body hunching over her in a more bestial, savage posture.\u0026nbsp; Lewd, wet sounds began to fill the room as  \nAmbrose worked himself up into a brutal pace, Lyra's cute breasts bouncing, his  \nhips slapping against her bottom harder and harder until the sensitive pink  \nskin started to turn a nice, well-tanned red.\u0026nbsp;  \nAn especially hard lunge from Ambrose sent the trembling, sweating teen  \nright over the edge of an orgasm, and it was hardly the last, her whole body  \nstarting to clench up, the sweet cries of the vocal little teen rising in  \nvolume as wave after wave of pleasure blasted through Lyra's body, leaving her  \nsenses reeling, her brain overloaded with savage intensity.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It was in  \nthe midst of Lyra's trembling orgasms that her tight little cunny, so freshly  \ndeflowered, her inner muscles fluttering around Ambrose's cock like the  \nheartbeat of a hummingbird, started to get to him.\u0026nbsp; Instead of fighting this feeling, though, Ambrose  \nembraced it.\u0026nbsp; He'd deliberately neglected  \nhis morning masturbation today, saving himself up for what he had guessed would  \nfollow after the carnal pleasures of the night before - he had more than enough  \npent-up passion to properly satisfy each of these four little sexpots, and  \nstill have a bit left over.\u0026nbsp; Even knowing  \nthat the girls were in the very midst of their most fertile time of the month  \ndid nothing to deter him - if anything, it drove him to greater, more savage  \nand instinctive lust as his first orgasm of the day washed over the dobiemorph's  \nbody, his veins standing out, his head arching back, teeth bared and clenched  \nas he snarled savagely to the ceiling, his thick, copious puppy batter spurting  \nfrom his cock in a massive gush, sending a torrent of healthy, virile sperm  \nwriggling their way up into Lyra's belly.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; With a  \nrough grunt as he emptied his balls into Lyra's sweet puss, Ambrose pulled  \nhimself back, his cock slipping free, still semi-hard, his cum dripping down  \nLyra's legs along with her own juices as she lay there, face down, eyes open  \nbut heavy-lidded, bottom in the air, literally screwed silly.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Leaning  \nback a bit, the dominant male admired his handiwork, nodding in satisfaction as  \nhe patted Lyra's cute bouncy butt affectionately.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good  \ngirl,\" he said in his husky, lusty growl, praising her as though she were a  \nmere dog that he'd been training her to perform a trick, before looking around  \nat the others.\u0026nbsp; He couldn't help but grin  \nas he saw their wide-eyed gazes on him and Lyra, and especially on the smooth  \nlittle blonde's well-bred cunny, stretched-out and quite red and wet with much  \nuse.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Looking at  \neach girl, one by one, Ambrose caught their gazes and held them, until finally,  \none by one, each girl lowered their eyes submissively.\u0026nbsp; Then he lifted his paw and pointed at Rianne.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Your turn,  \nRianne,\" he said, motioning her over, leaning back on the carpet, propping  \nhimself up with his elbows as he spread his legs, bending his knees  \nslightly.\u0026nbsp; \"Hop into the saddle - I know  \nyou've been wanting to show me how much stamina you have.\u0026nbsp; Let's see you prove what you've got.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Rianne was  \nno meek little submissive (or so she told herself).\u0026nbsp; Hearing this challenge, her freckled cheeks  \nreddened, and she sidled over on her knees before crawling up onto Ambrose's  \nbroad chest, settling her equally freckled pink bottom down on his firm belly.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You're on,  \ndog boy,\" said the spunky redhead with a saucy grin.\u0026nbsp; \"Let's see if you can take me on.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \njust smiled up at Rianne, lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning back,  \nletting her do all the work for now.\u0026nbsp;  \nRianne, for her part, frowned in concentration as she turned around, so  \nthat she was facing towards Ambrose's now rock-hard erection, still glistening  \nwith the juices of Rianne's best friend - the very girl that the big male had  \njust deflowered!\u0026nbsp; This realization hit  \nRianne suddenly as she wrapped one hand around the dobiemorph's big cock,  \nstroking up and down the pink member, breathing fast as she inspected it now,  \ntaking her time to see exactly what was about to enter her body, taking her own  \nvirginity, her eyes tracing every vein.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The  \ntemptation too great as she thought of where Ambrose's cock had just been,  \nRianne soon bent her head and wrapped her lips around the thick shaft before  \nher, mouthing and suckling Ambrose's male-meat eagerly, tasting her best friend  \nat the same time she tasted him.\u0026nbsp; An  \ninstant later, Rianne felt a pair of massive paws close on her skinny pink  \nbutt, a pair of thick thumbs parting her labia, the hot breath of a canid  \nmuzzle blasting over her smooth-shaved sex.\u0026nbsp;  \nShe managed to muffle her cry of sudden pleasure only by popping the  \nplum-shaped head of the dobiemorph's cock into her mouth, trying to concentrate  \nmore on sucking him off than on the pleasures he was giving her.\u0026nbsp; It was an effort doomed to failure from the  \nstart, of course.\u0026nbsp; Last night, Ambrose  \nhad sent her through multiple shivering orgasms with his oral skills merely by  \nworking over her outer sex.\u0026nbsp; But now her  \nhymen was removed, and that meant that Ambrose was able to wriggle his thick,  \ndexterous tongue right up into Rianne's inner spaces, moving in ways that were  \npositively obscene, touching reaches in her depths that the athletic teen had  \nnever even known existed before that talented tongue lashed over them with  \nexpert skill.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh crap!\"  \nRianne choked out as she released Ambrose's cock, her small fist clenching  \naround the base of the big dog's penis.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Oh crap, oh crap - that's not fair, Rose.\u0026nbsp; It's not fair!\u0026nbsp; You can't . . . oooooh!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The lithe,  \nlimber teen began to jerk and thrash as though she were a swimmer being worried  \nby a shark as that devilish tongue began to caress her cervix with tender care,  \neven as the rippling of the long, almost prehensile muscle arched up and  \nstroked against her G-spot.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \ngrinned for a moment, his fast-wagging tail revealing his enjoyment, before he  \nbegan to hump his head, forward and back, rocking Rianne's body as he tormented  \nher with ultimate sexual bliss.\n\n  \n  \n\nTrying desperately to escape the  \npleasure, to somehow still 'win,' in her competitive way of thinking, Rianne  \ntried to struggle, to escape somehow, crawling forward on Ambrose's body,  \ngripping his inner thighs to pull herself away from his tongue.\u0026nbsp; He countered this easily by reaching up a  \nbit, grabbing her skinny hips, lifting her up with his great strength,  \npositioning the squirming teen over his upthrust penis, lowering her down until  \nthe knobbed tip was pressed firmly against her snug little cunny.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Do it!\"  \nRianne got out with desperation as she reached out, grabbing his knees, trying  \nin vain to push herself down against his powerful grip.\u0026nbsp; \"Pop my cherry, you furry bastaaaaahhh!\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \ngrinned, lips curled back, teeth clenched as he lunged upward with his hips at  \nthe same time he pulled Rianne down into the hard thrust, impaling her on his  \nhard spear of flesh.\u0026nbsp; Releasing his grip  \na little, the big male let Rianne start to hump him, bouncing up and down, her  \ntoned, skinny-but-athletic body jiggling nicely as she rode him,  \nreverse-cowgirl style.\u0026nbsp; The hot teen was  \ndoing everything she could to clench down with her inner muscles, to try and  \nmake herself tighter, to drive Ambrose over the edge, to somehow prove she  \ncould outlast him.\u0026nbsp; But all that Ambrose  \nhad to do was reach inward with a big hand and start to grind his fingers and  \nthe heel of his palm against Rianne's bared clitoris to make her give a short  \ngrunt of surprise and rushing pleasure, before her orgasm hit, rocking her body  \neven as she tried to rock Ambrose.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ignoring  \nher feeble struggles and the many terse expletives Rianne was spitting out at  \nhim, Ambrose's grip on the bouncing teen's hips firmed once more, and he  \nstarted to really _hump_ her royally!\u0026nbsp;  \nHis hips were almost a blur as he held her up and in place as he thrust  \nup into her snug snatch, making her pert little breasts bounce, the candy pink  \nnipples capping each well-tanned mound hopping like rabbits while he jumped her  \nbones, roughly riding the sweat-soaked teen through orgasm after orgasm,  \nwearing her out with ease, his vastly greater experience and engineered ability  \nmore than even her athletic determination could resist for long.\u0026nbsp; Then, giving a lunge upward, his back  \narching, lifting Rianne on high with his upthrust hips as he snarled in feral  \npleasure, Ambrose whitewashed Rianne's womb with his hot cum, making her give a  \n_scream_ as her senses were finally overwhelmed, unable to hold back any  \nlonger as she clenched up in his massive paws, her body tensed almost  \ncompletely with her own shattering orgasms.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Holding  \nRianne where she was for many long minutes, moving his hips in short, hard  \nlittle thrusts to prolong his orgasm for as long as possible, Ambrose rode her  \nout until her sweet, clenching cunny had milked him dry once more.\u0026nbsp; His cock softening just enough to slip free,  \nalong with a flood of his more-than-copious cum, the dobiemorph carefully rose,  \nlifting Rianne gently in his arms, and set her down on the couch to rest, her  \nentire body trembling slightly still in the aftershocks of her tremendous  \nmultiple orgasm.\u0026nbsp; Turning then, his penis  \nalready rising to full hardness once more, standing out before him like a log,  \nAmbrose fixed his eyes on Dottie, who had her mouth covered by her hand, her  \nhazel eyes wide and frightened-looking as she crouched on the carpet, looking  \nup at him.\u0026nbsp; Seeing her fear even as he  \nsmelled her arousal, Ambrose smiled gently, reaching out, tilting Dottie's chin  \nupwards so that she could look at his face, and not at the instrument that  \nwould spell her deflowering.\u0026nbsp; He noted  \nthat she'd put her glasses back on at some point - very likely a coping  \nstrategy, so that she could hide behind them and be a bit more objective about  \nwhat was happening, instead of letting it all overwhelm her.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It is all  \nright, Dottie,\" he said softly.\u0026nbsp; \"It will  \nbe all right, I promise.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm  \nscared,\" said the sweet auburn-haired teen, trembling a bit as Ambrose's large,  \ngentle paws began to stroke her back and sides, slowly and tenderly.\u0026nbsp; \"Will it hurt?\u0026nbsp; Everybody says that the first time hurts.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That is  \nwhy I removed your hymen,\" said Ambrose, leaning down to nuzzle the frightened  \nteen's cheek.\u0026nbsp; \"The pain comes when your  \nmaidenhead breaks, so if there is no maidenhead, there will be no pain from  \nlosing your virginity.\"\u0026nbsp; He moved back,  \nlooking her in the eyes again.\u0026nbsp; \"Did you  \nfeel any pain?\"\u0026nbsp; She shook her head, and  \nhe pressed forward.\u0026nbsp; \"Will you trust  \nme?\"\u0026nbsp; Again, there was a nod.\u0026nbsp; \"I will sit over there, on that easy  \nchair.\u0026nbsp; I want you to kneel before me and  \nexplore my penis, like you saw Rianne doing.\u0026nbsp;  \nI want you to get a good idea of what will be going inside of you.\u0026nbsp; When you feel ready, then I will let you  \nlower yourself onto me, setting your own pace, and taking your own time.\u0026nbsp; Does that sound all right?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Y-yes,\"  \nsaid Dottie, swallowing her fear down with a bit of difficulty.\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, that sounds all right.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good  \ngirl,\" said Ambrose, bending to kiss her on the forehead, before he stood and  \nwalked to the plush easy chair, settling down, the other end of Dottie's lead  \nin his paw, slowly tugging on it, drawing her gradually forward.\u0026nbsp; \"Now come.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dottie  \nstarted to rise at the tug on her lead, and then blinked as she realized her  \nsituation, before she lowered herself onto all-fours, and began to crawl over  \nto the chair, her pleasantly-sized breasts, the largest of the four girls  \nthanks to her former pudginess now turned to beautiful girlhood, swaying  \nslightly, her eyes fixed on her goal: Ambrose's hard cock.\u0026nbsp; The dobiemorph's member was pointing straight  \nat the ceiling when the auburn-haired teen reached the chair, its length  \nglistening wet and slick, trickles of precum still dribbling copiously from the  \ntip, a tell-tale sign that the powerful male had a long way to go before he  \nwould reach sexual satiety.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Kneeling  \nbefore her 'master' (she couldn't help but think of him that way, in this  \nsituation - it seemed so natural), Dottie took his hard shaft in her small  \nhands, stroking it gently, her eyes wide and curious as much as excited, the  \nfear now in the background, as she gently turned the erect doghood this way and  \nthat, drinking in the look and the feel and the scent of her first real-life  \npenis like she might any subject that interested her in school.\u0026nbsp; Cautiously, Dottie licked over the dripping  \nslit at the very tip, pausing to assess the salty, slightly musky flavor,  \nbefore she smiled slightly - it wasn't that bad, actually, tasting something  \nvery much like a particularly thick chicken broth.\u0026nbsp; Not her favorite treat in the world, of  \ncourse, but not bad at all.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Listening  \nto Ambrose's murmured words, soft and low in her ear, guiding her through each  \naction, Dottie carefully wrapped her lips around the thick glans of the  \ncanomorph's cock, one hand stroking up and down the meaty shaft while the other  \nrested on his thigh.\u0026nbsp; Feeling his big paw  \nresting on the back of her head, blunt clawtips teasing against her scalp  \nbefore the gentle hand began stroking down her neck and smooth back, Dottie  \nfelt a surge of pride as Ambrose praised her efforts at pleasing him orally,  \nhis voice soft and deep, like the quiet rumble of an earthquake's aftershocks,  \nsounding more in her bones than in her ears.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Tasting the  \nthickness of her master's precum starting to increase, Dottie looked up at  \nAmbrose questioningly.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm going  \nto cum soon, Dottie,\" explained Ambrose gently, despite the slight tension that  \nwas forming in his neck and jaw.\u0026nbsp; \"If you  \nwant to taste my cum, then you should keep going.\u0026nbsp; Otherwise, you should stop what you are doing  \nvery soon.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; For a few  \nmoments longer Dottie kept up her ministrations, even going so far as to bob  \nher head downward, taking a sizeable length of Ambrose's doghood into her mouth,  \nmaking her cheeks balloon out, and almost choking herself before she pulled  \nback, letting the thick, slick length pop from her lips with a loud, wet  \nsmacking sound.\u0026nbsp; She dared to grin up at  \nAmbrose, who chuckled back, his body now looking quite tense.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"A tease in  \nthe making, eh?\" he said half-jokingly.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Getting me all ready, and then pulling back at the last minute - a  \nsure-fire way to cause blue balls in a guy.\u0026nbsp;  \nHrr,\" he growled in a husky, feral way that sent a tingle up and down  \nDottie's spine, \"that's just the way to get a male worked up into a  \nfrenzy.\"\u0026nbsp; Then he winked.\u0026nbsp; \"You're just lucky I'm the polite sort - not  \none to jump a girl without her permission.\u0026nbsp;  \nEven if she deserves it for being a tease.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Aw, you  \nknow I wouldn't make you suffer,\" said Dottie, putting her small hands on  \nAmbrose's muscled thighs, so that she could lift herself up.\u0026nbsp; \"I heard about blue balls from Rianne - it  \nsounded painful.\"\u0026nbsp; She settled her rounded  \ntush onto Ambrose's lap carefully, biting her lower lip as she felt his hot,  \nthrobbing pink length pressing against her smooth belly, droplets of precum  \nstaining her pale pink skin.\u0026nbsp; \"I don't  \nwant you to be in pain - not after how nice you've made me feel.\"\u0026nbsp; The glasses-wearing girl looked up at Ambrose  \nshyly then, her lips pursed into a cute little pout that seemed to natural on  \nher face.\u0026nbsp; \"Not after you saved my life.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You don't  \nhave to . . .\" started Ambrose, only to hush as Dottie set a finger on his  \nlips.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I want  \nto,\" she replied, her hands going to his shoulders, her knees resting on the  \nchair as she lifted herself, looking back as she wiggled her tushie, angling  \nherself just right, and then slowly lowering herself until she could feel the  \nslick, mushroom-shaped head of the big dog's cock pressing up against her labia,  \nparting the lips, her own excited juices flowing down the slick length,  \nmingling with those of her two friends.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs she began to tense herself,  \ngetting ready for the last downward thrust that would end her maidenhood,  \nDottie felt Ambrose's gentle, strong paws on her hips, supporting her weight  \nslightly.\u0026nbsp; She looked into his eyes, and  \nthen both their gazes turned downward, resting on where his penis was pressing  \nagainst her steaming little cunny.\u0026nbsp; And  \nthen Dottie gave a short gasp as she thrust herself downward, her eyes  \nwidening, mouth falling open as she watched her first cock spread her inner  \nwalls wide, stretching her labia far apart.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Pressing  \ntightly against Ambrose's soft-furred body, her nipples tingling as they rubbed  \nagainst his chest, Dottie began to ride his cock, the only sound she made a  \nwhispered gasping, and a soft hiss of breath at each particularly strong jolt  \nof pleasure that shuddered through her young body.\u0026nbsp; The hands the dobiemorph had placed on her  \nhips didn't just rest there, but actually moved with her, letting the cute,  \nnerdy teen get some help as she lifted herself up for each downward plunge,  \nsupporting and assisting her, lending her strength so that she didn't tire out  \ntoo fast.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; So caught  \nup in the host of new sensations flooding her body, never completely sure when  \nshe'd had an orgasm in the wash of pleasure and tension that coursed through  \nher, Dottie didn't notice the tenseness of Ambrose's body until she felt his  \npaws move to her rump, gripping her plush bum firmly before he suddenly rose  \nup, standing now as he pulled the shapely teen closer, letting Dottie wrap her  \nlegs around his firm, furry hips as he took over the action.\u0026nbsp; There was no question for Dottie now when her  \norgasms hit, for the first blasted her mind like a runaway locomotive, making  \nher mouth drop open, and almost knocking her glasses right from her face.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose picked up the pace, his heavy balls  \nslapping against her downthrust bottom, pressing Dottie even closer to him until  \nshe felt almost as though she'd be made a part of the powerful, commanding  \nalpha dog taking her so forcefully and so well.\u0026nbsp;  \nShe looked up at him, cheeks flushed, mind reeling, and he looked down,  \nbrown eyes meeting hazel ones, and she somehow knew that he knew.\u0026nbsp; Seconds later, her head was thrown back, even  \nas Ambrose's did the same, their faces turned to the ceiling as girl and  \ndogmorph howled together in orgasmic ecstasy, Ambrose's balls contracting hard  \nas a heavy load of mancream filled Dottie's ready womb, filling her to the  \nbrim, the excess spurting out and trickling down her thighs and smooth, pale  \nbottom.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Holding  \nDottie close, his deep, masculine grunts of orgasmic pleasure rough in her  \nears, Ambrose held on through the midst of his trembling spurts of hot cum,  \nmoving his paws beneath the cute teen's knees and tilting himself back, leaning  \nher weight almost completely on his chest, so that even as her strength began  \nto fail, she wouldn't be in any danger.\u0026nbsp;  \nTurning himself, the big dogmorph slowly bent his knees, and then  \nsettled Dottie back onto the easy chair he'd just been sitting in, her  \nfogged-over glasses and flushed body telling of the intensity of her  \npleasure.\u0026nbsp; Pulling back, Ambrose's cock  \nslid free of Dottie's body, bouncing upward as it popped free, slapping against  \nhis firm stomach, still hard and more than ready to go.\u0026nbsp; This was because Ambrose knew who the next  \nand last of the four girls was to be, and every ounce of his being ached for  \nwhat was about to take place as he turned to face Mercy.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mercy had  \nbeen anything but still and silent as she'd watched each of her friends in turn  \nbeing taken, being deflowered, giving themselves over to carnal, forbidden  \npleasures with a beast that had been specifically made for the acts in which  \nthey were taking part.\u0026nbsp; As Ambrose  \nlooked, he found his young mistress partially turned away from him, on her  \nknees, one hand resting on the couch where Rianne lay, while the other worked  \nfeverishly between her legs.\u0026nbsp; She was  \nbiting her lower lip to keep herself from crying out, her eyes half-closed,  \nhalf paying attention as she looked over her shoulders, watching Ambrose send  \nher friends into the upper layers of heaven.\u0026nbsp;  \nHer dogservant's eyes traced along the flowing lines of the slim  \nblonde's sleek back, catching barest glimpses of the sweet swells of her lovely  \nbreasts, before trailing down to her perfect, heart-shaped bottom, thrust  \nslightly out towards him as she ground against her own hand, her fantasies so  \nclose to being fully realized now, her youthful passions couldn't resist the  \ntemptation for self-pleasure.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Their eyes  \nmeeting, deep, haunting blue and firm, bold brown sharing a moment of promised  \npassion, Mercy gasped as Ambrose approached her from behind, shivering as his  \nhands touched her shoulders, stroking down her arms, over her ribs, across her  \nthighs.\u0026nbsp; His dark fur was so stark a  \ncontrast to her lovely, light pink skin, his rough, bestial touch almost a  \nblasphemy as he handled her as though she were merely another bitch in heat,  \ndesperate for the pleasured relief that only he could offer, and not his  \nmistress, the daughter of his mistress, made in the image of the perfect  \nwoman.\u0026nbsp; He growled, softly, as his paws  \nmoved her hand away from her loins, and this was met with an answering moan of  \ndeepest bliss as his massive paw took its place. \u0026nbsp;The big dog crushed his little mistress' back  \nto his chest, kissing her wildly, passionate and desperate.\u0026nbsp; Her answering kiss was no less needy, almost  \nscreaming into his muzzle as she arched herself against his warm body, his hand  \nmoving between her thighs in ways she had only just begun to explore herself,  \nher naked skin rubbing against his equally-naked fur, his raging erection  \nrubbing against her smooth bare bottom, staining her flawless skin with his  \nbestial preseed, marking her body with his scent, his animal musk.\u0026nbsp; He was dragging her down from her perfect  \npedestal, the place of flawless grandeur that Mercy knew everyone from the boys  \nat school to her own mother felt that she somehow belonged, and making her into  \na real woman, full of flaws and desperate needs.\u0026nbsp; And what she needed right then was the touch  \nof a powerful but gentle male, experienced and utterly devoted to giving her  \npleasure, to fulfilling her every desperate, sweaty fantasy, to make her  \ncomplete.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Breaking  \nthe kiss suddenly, Mercy turned, looking up at Ambrose as she reached down, and  \nthen lifted something in her hands, pushing them out to him, pressing it into  \nhis big paws.\u0026nbsp; The dobiemorph looked  \ndown, and blinked as he saw the slim length of leather he was now holding: it  \nwas a dog's lead.\u0026nbsp; Mercy lifted the other  \nend of the lead, then, and Ambrose watched in eager silence as she clipped it  \nto the slim, feminine collar gracing her neck.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Please,  \nRose,\" said Mercy softly, leaning back on her elbows, looking up at him  \ntrustingly with those blue eyes of hers, so warm and wonderful that they could  \nmelt any heart.\u0026nbsp; \"Please.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; In answer,  \nAmbrose nodded, tightening his grip on the leash, pulling Mercy forward as he  \nmet her lips with his muzzle once more, his paws roaming her body freely, setting  \noff trails of fire wherever he touched with his blunt-clawed fingertips.\u0026nbsp; The sweet teen sucked in a harsh breath as  \nthose big paws began to handle her breasts, and she thrust them out invitingly  \nas his muzzle parted from her lips, his tongue extending as he started to lick  \nand lash her sweet, sweaty flesh into a frenzy, bathing each perfect mound with  \nthe greatest care, being sure to pay a little bit of extra attention to the  \nhard rose-capped nipples and flushed aureoles.\u0026nbsp;  \nThis was when Mercy had her first orgasm, just as Ambrose gently bit  \ndown on one tender teat, leaving a momentary indentation on her achingly  \nsensitive skin.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Lying Mercy  \nback on her sleeping back, still laid out and ready for use on the floor,  \nAmbrose began to lick and nibble and suckle on little bite-sized bits of tasty,  \nsensitive girlflesh, his paws telling her where he would go next with his  \nmuzzle.\u0026nbsp; All the while, Mercy's body  \nwrithed and squirmed and arched and kicked in wonderful spasms of erotic  \nenergy, her body and mind as much made to receive pleasure as his were to give  \nit.\u0026nbsp; Her second orgasm hit as he gripped  \nher inner thighs in his mighty paws, clawtips biting firmly but gently into the  \nespecially tender flesh there, her hips arching upwards, thrusting her  \nneartly-trimmed pubis upwards, presenting herself to him needily as the sheer  \ntension of his efforts overwhelmed her yet again, her cry of passion sweet in  \nthe dobiemorph's ears, more satisfying than an oasis to a man lost in the  \ndesert.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose didn't rush even then,  \nthough, his muzzle parting as he hovered over her sweet little slit, holding  \nher legs spread wide,\u0026nbsp; his head gradually  \nlowering, letting his hot breath send ripples through Mercy's body as he drew  \never closer to her steaming little sex.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The first  \ntouch of smooth, wet tongue against Mercy's dripping sex sent her whole body  \ninto convulsions of silent pleasure, her throat seizing up, unable to even make  \na sound in the intensity of the feelings blasting through her.\u0026nbsp; It didn't stop there, of course - Ambrose had  \nonly just begun.\u0026nbsp; And this time was even  \nbetter than the night before.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Still  \nshaking all over in the aftershocks of pleasures more powerful than anything  \nshe'd ever thought were possible, Mercy was only vaguely aware as Ambrose  \nlifted himself, rising up, crawling over her, covering her body with his  \nown.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes came back into focus,  \nthough, as he gripped her leash once more, pulling it gently, getting her  \nattention.\u0026nbsp; The blonde girl looked up at  \nAmbrose, meeting his eyes, and then letting his lowering gaze lead her own  \ndownwards, between his legs.\u0026nbsp; She gasped  \nat what she saw there, hanging hard and wet and ready, hovering only bare  \ninches above her most sacred place.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Take it in  \nyour hands, Mercy,\" said Ambrose, his voice like velvet-lined steel, a gentle  \ncommand that the precious teen couldn't resist if she'd wanted to.\u0026nbsp; She reached down, staring in awe at the very  \nmember that had brought pleasure to so many females, and which would soon bring  \nthe same to her, making her a woman at last.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe next order Ambrose gave was the fulfillment of all her waking  \nfantasies.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Now, guide it into place.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; How could  \nshe resist?\u0026nbsp; His hips lowering as she  \nheld the throbbing shaft between her dainty fingers, feeling his pulse through  \nthe weight of the heavy length of male meat, looking almost straight down the  \nbarrel of the mushroom-capped head of the mighty organ, Mercy held it straight  \nand true as Ambrose slowly pressed down and forward.\u0026nbsp; Feeling the fat, dripping head pressed up against  \nher labia, she reached inward with one hand, parting her lower lips even as she  \nspread her legs farther apart, until Ambrose was firmly slotted in place.\u0026nbsp; Looking up at the powerful male trustingly,  \nhis big paws now resting on either side of her slim little body (and she was so  \nsmall compared to his massive, muscular size), Mercy gave a slight nod, before  \nher eyes fell back once more to the beautiful male organ she had just held in  \nher hands, those hands now clenched tight in the sleeping bag beneath her  \nsmooth adolescent body.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose's  \nhips lowered gradually, spreading Mercy open nice and slow, taking his time,  \ndriving her crazy, until, in desperation, the teen grabbed Ambrose's tight  \nbutt, right below his stub tail, and begged him, all pride forgotten utterly,  \npleading with him to take her, to claim her, to breed her hard and fast and _rough_  \nlike she deserved, like she wanted, like she needed!\u0026nbsp; And still he held back, the big dog taking  \nhis time, filling her up gradually, savoring every last flutter and ripple of  \nher sweetly-clenching little cunny, until he felt his balls pressing up against  \nher sweet bare backside, his cockhead pressing up against her cervix, the tip  \nteasing along the thick barrier separating her vagina from her womb.\u0026nbsp; He noted almost clinically the tremor that  \nshook her body as he nudged against that inner gate, the pleasure that cervical  \nbumping seemed to bring her, as he knew it would.\u0026nbsp; Mercy, like her mother, was made for sex and  \nall of its sensual delights.\u0026nbsp; It was the  \nmost natural thing in the world for her, and her body accepted it with ease.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It was  \nthen, after having plumbed Mercy to her utter depths, that Ambrose drew his  \nhips back, his firm rump lifting, Mercy's sweet little puss gripping him every  \ninch of the way, trying to suck him back inside, her body as reluctant as Mercy  \nherself was to feel the aching emptiness that his cock's withdrawal left  \nbehind.\u0026nbsp; But Ambrose did not leave her  \nwanting any longer.\u0026nbsp; He'd tested how far  \nMercy could take and still feel pleasure, and that was all that he'd wanted,  \nthough it had taken every ounce of his self-control to do it.\u0026nbsp; As close to frenzy as mercy herself was, he  \ngave himself to it, his teeth baring in a feral grimace as his butt tensed, and  \nhe plunged downward, filling Mercy to the hilt, making her cry out in sweet relief  \nat the commanding force of that initial thrust.\u0026nbsp;  \nIt was only the first of very, very many, as Ambrose's rump rose and  \nfell, harder, faster, the sounds of passionate, desperate, needy coupling  \nfilling the room once more, the grunts, growls, snarls, and panting of the big  \nmale vying with Mercy's own moans, cries, whimpers, and ecstatic gasps.\u0026nbsp; Their conjoined orgasms were like acts of raw  \nnature unleashed, as Ambrose rode out Mercy through not just hers, but his own  \ncumming, again, and again, and again, until he'd filled her womb to the brim,  \nthe copious excess soaking the sleeping bag beneath them.\u0026nbsp; And when it ended, as even the greatest  \nevents in life must in time, Ambrose and mercy held each other close, their bodies  \npressed tight together as he held himself inside of her while they rested,  \nbasking in each others' warmth and tingling presence, letting their shared  \npleasures feed upon each other, their luxurious afterglow giving hints of even  \ngreater pleasures to come.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The morning  \nwas long gone by the time Ambrose and the four girls were sufficiently rested  \nup to continue the rest of the day.\u0026nbsp;  \nSince it was lunchtime by then, Ambrose led the four girls up the  \nstairs, each of them still naked, and still wearing their collars.\u0026nbsp; At first Rianne had insisted on going on  \nall-fours, a sentiment which Lyra soon echoed, then shared by Mercy and Dottie,  \nand soon Ambrose found himself treated to the arousing sight of four wriggling  \nteenaged rumps moving before him, their snug teenaged cunnies still quite  \nflushed and a bit stretched-out from his prior usage of them as the girls  \ncrawled along on the ends of their leads, like submissive, energetic little  \npups, fresh and eager from their first breeding.\u0026nbsp; He led the girls to the shower, and ordered  \nthem to wash up quickly while he got their lunch ready.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Naturally,  \nthe girls weren't up from the showers when Ambrose finished lunch.\u0026nbsp; When he went to investigate, he found that  \nDottie and Mercy were watching and masturbating while Lyra and Rianne were  \nmaking out heavily on the shower room floor.\u0026nbsp;  \nAs punishment for this disobedience, the big dobiemorph pulled the girls  \nfrom the shower room to the locker room, and seated himself on one of the  \nbenches there before bending each girl, one by one, over his knee and paddling  \ntheir shapely bare bottoms until they were nice and red.\u0026nbsp; This might have been a rather uncomfortable  \npunishment indeed, if Ambrose hadn't made sure to take it nice and slow,  \ndrawing out each slap of his palm against smooth pink skin, adding much  \nadditional fondling and rubbing until each girl left the locker room charged  \nwith erotic energy.\u0026nbsp; Lyra even had an  \norgasm while being spanked, hinting at her great anal sensitivity, which  \nAmbrose vowed to explore in greater depth later on.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After  \nlunch, Ambrose decided to start teaching his new little 'pets'\u0026nbsp; how to properly pleasure him with their  \nmouths, feeding them his cum as dessert.\u0026nbsp;  \nThis lesson took much of the day, including rest periods and snacks  \n(besides more cum, of course), and it included ample time where Ambrose showed  \neach of the girls how to better attend to their own needs through masturbation,  \nand also how to pleasure each other.\u0026nbsp;  \nDottie was a bit resistant to the idea of making love to another girl at  \nfirst, but as Ambrose held her in his lap, stroking her soothingly, and Rianne  \nwent to work between her legs, the nerdy teen changed her viewpoint on the  \nsubject in short order, allowing Ambrose to lead the four teens into a truly  \nsatisfying five-way orgy.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The day  \nended with Ambrose leading the girls back down to the den and their sleeping  \nbags (getting a fresh one for Mercy, to replace the one that he and she had  \nsoaked earlier), and spending the better part of three hours tucking the tight  \nlittle teens in by introducing them to the joys of anal sex.\u0026nbsp; Even after watching the informative video  \nearlier in the day, so that they knew full well what it meant to be taken  \nanally by a male canomorph, and even knowing that Ambrose would stop if they  \nasked him, that despite their submissive play, the girls were always the ones  \nwho could say no at any time, none of the girls stopped Ambrose as he prepared  \ntheir tiny anal rosebuds with his tongue, his precum, and with lubricant, and  \nthen squeezed his thick, dripping length into their firm young backsides, one  \nby one, stuffing them to the hilt.\u0026nbsp; In  \nfact, they seemed to encourage this act of ultimate domination to the extent  \nthat the girls not currently being serviced would nibble and lick at the bared  \nsex and sensitive nipples and inviting earlobes and sensitive navels of their  \nfriend currently being sodomized.\u0026nbsp; Even  \nknowing that letting Ambrose take them like this meant that they really were  \nletting him make them his bitches for good and always, he was a careful and  \nconsiderate lover, and the actions of the other girls just eased the process  \nalong even more.\u0026nbsp; Of the girls, Lyra was  \nindeed the most anally sensitive, and she came with hardly any coaxing at all,  \nmultiple times, while Rianne, surprisingly enough, was the least anally sensitive,  \nlikely due to her lack of padding, though she didn't experience pain from the  \nact, thanks to the generous amounts of water-based lubricant that Ambrose made  \nsure to use and his slow, careful pace as he penetrated her.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The first  \nday was only the prelude to a whirling week of carnal delights.\u0026nbsp; Every time that Ambrose wasn't doing the most  \nbasic maintenance around the house, or the girls weren't relaxing and enjoying  \nthe good weather that returned after the sudden storms of the first two days,  \nAmbrose would find his cock filling one or another of the tight young holes of  \nhis lovely charges.\u0026nbsp; Sex on the beach on  \nseveral occasions often led to steamy entanglements in the showers while he and  \nthe girls worked to get the sand out of their hair (or fur, in Ambrose's  \ncase).\u0026nbsp; One heady night even led to a  \nfireside cookout on the beach, which then led to another orgy.\u0026nbsp; Diane's hot tub saw ample use, and before too  \nlong Ambrose had to put a deep cleaning of the heated pool on his to-do list,  \nso often had he or the girls cum in it under the influence of hands, paws,  \ntongues, cocks, or the jets of water it spurted out.\n\n  \n  \n\nAn especially memorable moment for  \nAmbrose in that glorious time of ultimate bliss with four of the sexiest girls  \nhe'd ever known was when he was taking the girls for a mock-walk through the  \nhouse, keeping to the softer parts of the plush carpets, acting out the role of  \nmaster and pets to the hilt, when Lyra, full of naughtiness, had tried to hump  \nherself against the dobiemorph's leg.\u0026nbsp;  \nOne thing led to another, and soon Ambrose declared a contest to see who  \ncould make him cum first.\u0026nbsp; Lining the  \ngirls in a row, he'd then given them ten thrusts of his cock for each of them,  \nduring which they had to try and make him cum inside of their snug cunnies.\u0026nbsp; Naturally Rianne, being the competitive one,  \nwon the first round, receiving a full, hot load of virile dogcream in her sweet  \nslit, whereupon Ambrose declared two our of three.\u0026nbsp; Mercy won the second of these contests, and  \nLyra managed, more through luck and the tiredness of the other girls than  \nanything else, to win the last round.\u0026nbsp;  \nDeclaring it a four way tie, Ambrose then humped Dottie into orgasmic  \nbliss, and then brought the girls up to Mercy's room for even more naughtiness.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; But, of  \ncourse, there comes a time when all good things must come to an end.\u0026nbsp; So it was with that wonderful, wild, wet  \nSpring Break, when Ambrose finally brought each girl back to her home on the  \nday before school would start, to give them each a chance to get a good night's  \nrest for the coming Monday, and then returned to his own house to make his own  \npreparations, the night now well upon him.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; When  \nAmbrose came home that night, he found the house quiet and still, save for a  \nfew lights turned on in various places, indicating that Mercy had gotten  \nherself to bed.\u0026nbsp; The loyal dogservant  \nmoved around, making sure the last touches were in place, spot cleaning a few  \nerrant stains as best as he could, and generally making his mistress' home a  \nbetter place, when he noticed the scent.\u0026nbsp;  \nHis black-padded nose flaring, Ambrose followed his keen sense of smell  \nto the stairs leading up, until he paused at the door to his long-absent  \nmistress.\u0026nbsp; The scent - her scent - was  \ncoming from the other side, though he hadn't heard a sound, and Dianne Lords  \nwasn't due back until tomorrow night.\u0026nbsp;  \nNevertheless, Ambrose's nose didn't lie, and he soon raised his paw and  \ngave three quick, soft knocks before opening the door and stepping inside.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; There,  \nlying flat upon the bed, still fully clothed and looking lovely even in her  \nobvious exhaustion, was Ambrose's mistress, returned early from her trip to  \nBelgium, her luggage resting near her closet, the faint scent of another  \ncanomorph, likely the chauffeur who'd brought her home, lingering about  \nthem.\u0026nbsp; As Ambrose stepped partway into  \nthe room, Dianne's head lifted, and she smiled as she saw the Doberman Pinscher  \nstanding there, framed in the doorway.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hello,  \nRose,\" she said, her voice soft and sweet, more subdued now in her state of  \ngradual relaxation.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hello  \nMa'am,\" said Ambrose, giving a slow, deep, formal bow from his waist.\u0026nbsp; \"It is good to see you home again.\u0026nbsp; I missed you.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I missed  \nyou and Mercy too,\" replied Dianne with a long sigh as she let her tensions  \nflow out.\u0026nbsp; \"My but it's been a long past  \nweek.\u0026nbsp; It's so good to get home again and  \nget back into a routine - especially for you, I'd imagine, after having to keep  \nthose girls entertained.\u0026nbsp; Did everything  \ngo all right while I was gone?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"The return  \nto routine is indeed a relief,\" said Ambrose, smiling slightly as he said this,  \nmeaning it - all that excitement had been fun, yes, but also tiring, besides  \nthe consequences that they brought, which soon caused his smile to fade.\u0026nbsp; \"Mistress, the girls had a very good time.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's  \ngood,\" said Dianne, starting to lean back again, before she noticed her dogservant's  \nworried look.\u0026nbsp; \"What's wrong, Rose?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; For a  \nmoment Ambrose paused, considering, organizing his thoughts.\u0026nbsp; And then he began to speak, began to tell his  \nmistress everything that had happened over the weekend, from the very start,  \nall the way to the very finish, his superb memory allowing him to spare no  \ndetails.\u0026nbsp; He kept his eyes downcast as he  \nspoke, his pointed ears tilted down in his shame, for he knew that he had done  \nwrong.\u0026nbsp; What was worse, he knew very well  \nthat he'd impregnated not just the daughter of his mistress, but Mercy's three  \nbest friends as well, for he'd taken their scent, and knew well the change that  \ntook place when a female's belly went from receptive to bred.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; For many  \nlong moments after he finished Ambrose stood there, waiting for his mistress'  \nreaction, for her anger, perhaps her disgust, and for the words that would hint  \nat his future fate.\u0026nbsp; But instead of angry  \nwords, the dobiemorph's sensitive nose began to pick up . . . was that arousal?\u0026nbsp; His tale, it seemed, had not disgusted his  \nmistress after all, he realized, his eyes lifting, meeting her haunting  \nblue-eyed gaze.\u0026nbsp; It had made her horny.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You  \ncertainly have a way with the ladies, Rose,\" said Dianne with a light laugh  \nbehind her words.\u0026nbsp; \"My yes indeed.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"But . . .  \nbut what is to be done now, Ma'am?\" asked Ambrose, his fears and concerns still  \nevident on his handsome, furry face.\u0026nbsp; \"I  \nlost control of my instincts, letting my desires overpower my convictions.\u0026nbsp; And now four girls, one of them your  \ndaughter, my precious, precious young mistress, are pregnant with my pups.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose was  \nabout to go on, but Diane's raised hand brought him to a halt, before she began  \nto speak.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Do you  \nknow how I got you, Rose?\" she asked finally, her tone serious.\u0026nbsp; Ambrose could only shake his head, for he  \nreally didn't know this part of his history, beyond that one day, after he'd  \nbeen put through the rounds of the breeding circuit for a few years, he'd been  \nhanded over to Dianne Lords as her personal dogservant.\u0026nbsp; \"It's because I helped to give birth to you -  \nit meant that, once I did a little legal wrangling, I had first rights to you.\"\n\n  \n  \n\nAmbrose's jaw dropped at this  \nshocking revelation, but Dianne kept going.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You see,  \nthose people who made you still don't have more than one or two of those fancy  \nartificial wombs that they used to make the first canomorphs.\u0026nbsp; They're too expensive, which is why good  \nbreeders like you are so important.\u0026nbsp; They  \ncan make a pup into just about any breed after conception, with a little  \ntweaking - they just need somebody who's good at the process of mating to do  \nthe job right.\u0026nbsp; But this wasn't enough,  \nbecause they had too few females to bear all the pups they needed for their  \noperation.\u0026nbsp; So, well, the agency began  \nlooking for donor females who were willing to take the implantation of  \ncanomorph embryos.\u0026nbsp; I took part in that  \nprocess, when I was a lot younger.\u0026nbsp; That  \nwas where I was first introduced to Martin, since he had an interest in dog  \nbreeding in his younger days, and had taken to canomorph breeding quite  \nreadily.\u0026nbsp; A bit of seduction on my part,  \na touch of actual love, and we were soon married.\u0026nbsp; Some years later, after I realized I needed  \nhelp with Mercy, I searched for the pup that I'd borne and birthed, and I found  \nyou.\u0026nbsp; That's when I brought you into my  \nhome, knowing full well that I'd need a real man in this house, as Martin  \nwasn't getting any younger.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dianne  \nsmiled then as she sat up on the bed, heaving a great sigh before she stood up  \nand walked to her closet.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Help me  \nget undressed, Rose,\" she said simply as she opened the closet door, revealing  \nthe full-length mirror on its back.\u0026nbsp; \"I  \nthink I'm going to need some help getting to sleep tonight.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ambrose  \nblinked at this, though he moved to obey.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What do  \nyou mean . . .?\" he began, only to have Dianne lift a finger to his lips,  \nsilencing him as he helped her out of her clothes.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I mean,  \nfirst of all, that what was done for those puppygirls in the past can be done  \nfor the human girls you knocked up,\" answered Dianne as she let Ambrose do the  \nwork, peeling off her business clothes, from jacket to skirt, to blouse to  \nunderwear, until she was standing naked before he mirror, admiring herself  \nthere for a moment before her eyes turned to Ambrose himself.\u0026nbsp; \"But what I also mean is that, well, I've  \nmissed the presence of a man around the house.\u0026nbsp;  \nI've tormented you about it before in the past, and you've even allowed  \nyourself to use some of your considerable skills to best effect, without actual  \nintercourse.\u0026nbsp; I suppose you think it's  \nall right with a human, so long as you don't get any immediate satisfaction  \nfrom it.\u0026nbsp; Well, I'm telling you now that  \nI want you to get undressed, Ambrose, and show me just what you did to those  \ngirls that made them so happy to let you pop their cherries.\"\u0026nbsp; She smiled as she turned to face the tall dobiemorph,  \nher gentle hands caressing his chest through his coat.\u0026nbsp; \"I think it's high time that we discussed  \nsome new arrangements around here, don't you?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes  \nMa'am,\" said Ambrose eagerly, his stub-tail wagging hard as he started to strip  \ndown.\n\n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}